N.Y. State of Mind Chords by Nas

[Start]

[Intro]
N.C.     
Yeah yeah
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Ayo Black it's time word
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It's time man
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Yeah straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap
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Where fake niggas don't make it back
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I don't know ■  how to start this shit yo now


[Verse]
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Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm
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I be kickin' musician inflictin' composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine
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Holdin' an Msixteen see with the pen I'm extreme
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Now bullet holes left in my peepholes
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I'm suited up with street clothes hand me a zero point nine and I'll defeat foes
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Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
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I keep some E&J sittin' bent up in the stairway
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Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the ceelo champs
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Laughin' at baseheads tryna sell some broken amps
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Gpacks get off quick forever niggas talk shit
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Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped
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Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin'
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Time to start the revolution catch a body head for Houston
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Once they caught us offguard the MACminus ten was in the grass and
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I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
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Picked the MAC up told brothers Back up the MAC spit
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Lead was hittin' niggas one ran I made him backflip
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Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook couldn't look
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Gave another squeeze heard it click Yo my shit is stuck
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Tried to cock it it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
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Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
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So now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby
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And it was full of children prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be
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It's like the game ain't the same
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Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers bringin' fame to their name
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And claim some corners crews without guns are goners
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In broad daylight stickup kids they run up on us
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Zero point four five's and gauges MAC's in fact
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Same niggas will catch you backtoback snatchin' your cracks in black
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There was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked
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So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
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I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock
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And if it's good she'll bring you customers and measuring pots
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But yo you gotta slide on a vacation
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Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin'
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It drops deep as it does in my breath
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I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
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Beyond the walls of intelligence life is defined
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I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind
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New York state of mind
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New York state of mind
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New York state of mind
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New York state of mind
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Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta drinkin' Moëts holdin' TEC's
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Makin' sure the cash came correct then I stepped
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Investments in stocks sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks
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Winnin' gunfights with megacops
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Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
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I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
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Give me a Smith & Wesson I'll have niggas undressin'
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Thinkin' of cash flow Buddha and shelter
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Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
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In the PJ's my blend tape plays bullets are strays
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Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
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Full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed
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From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back black
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I'm livin' where the nights is jetblack
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The fiends fight to get crack I just max I dream I can sit back
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And lamp like Capone with drug scripts sewn
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Or the legal luxury life rings flooded with stones homes
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I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
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Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
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And be prosperous though we live dangerous
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Cops could just arrest me blamin' us we're held like hostages
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It's only right that I was born to use mics
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And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
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I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau through rap slow
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My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
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The smooth criminal on beat breaks
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Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
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The city never sleeps full of villains and creeps
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That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
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I'm a addict for sneakers twenty's of Buddha and bitches with beepers
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In the streets I can greet ya about blunts I teach ya
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Inhale deep like the words of my breath
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I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
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I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times
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Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind
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New York state of mind


[Chorus]
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New York state of mind
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New York state of mind
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New York state of mind ■  


[Outro]