N.Y. State of Mind歌词
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歌曲名:N.Y. State of Mind 歌手:Nas 所属专辑:《Illmatic XX》
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N.Y. State of Mind歌词
"N.Y. State of Mind"
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, black, it's time, word (Word, it's time, man)
It's time, man (Aight, man, begin)
Straight out the ******* dungeons of rap
Where fake ****** don't make it back
I don't know how to start this ****, yo now
Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin'
Musician, inflictin' composition of pain
I'm like Scarface sniffin' *******
Holding an M16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet holes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughing at baseheads tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get off quick, forever ****** talk ****
Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
****** be running through the block shootin'
Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
Once they caught us off-guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin' ******, one ran – I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my **** is stuck"
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger ****** pulling the triggers bringing fame to their name
And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids – they run up on us
45's and gauges, Macs, in fact
Same ****** will catch you back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block getting ****** knocked
So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock
And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots
But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information
Keeps large ****** erasin' and their wives basin'
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks
Winning gunfights with mega-cops
But just a ***** walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have ****** undressin'
Thinking of cash flow, buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijack Delta
In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young ******* is grazed, each block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm living where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, holmes
I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
I've taken rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your **** eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
I'm an addict for sneakers, 20's of buddha and ******* with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, black, it's time, word (Word, it's time, man)
It's time, man (Aight, man, begin)
Straight out the ******* dungeons of rap
Where fake ****** don't make it back
I don't know how to start this ****, yo now
Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin'
Musician, inflictin' composition of pain
I'm like Scarface sniffin' *******
Holding an M16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet holes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughing at baseheads tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get off quick, forever ****** talk ****
Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
****** be running through the block shootin'
Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
Once they caught us off-guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin' ******, one ran – I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my **** is stuck"
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger ****** pulling the triggers bringing fame to their name
And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids – they run up on us
45's and gauges, Macs, in fact
Same ****** will catch you back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block getting ****** knocked
So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock
And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots
But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information
Keeps large ****** erasin' and their wives basin'
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks
Winning gunfights with mega-cops
But just a ***** walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have ****** undressin'
Thinking of cash flow, buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijack Delta
In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young ******* is grazed, each block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm living where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, holmes
I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
I've taken rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your **** eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
I'm an addict for sneakers, 20's of buddha and ******* with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
N.Y. State of MindLRC歌词
[00:00.00]"N.Y. State of Mind"
[00:01.24]Yeah, yeah
[00:04.45]Ayo, black, it's time, word (Word, it's time, man)
[00:07.74]It's time, man (Aight, man, begin)
[00:12.01]Straight out the ******* dungeons of rap
[00:14.83]Where fake ****** don't make it back
[00:19.48]I don't know how to start this ****, yo now
[00:23.02]Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin'
[00:25.99]Musician, inflictin' composition of pain
[00:28.97]I'm like Scarface sniffin' *******
[00:30.88]Holding an M16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
[00:34.44]Bullet holes left in my peepholes
[00:36.54]I'm suited up in street clothes
[00:37.78]hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
[00:39.89]Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
[00:42.49]I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway
[00:45.40]Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs
[00:48.51]Laughing at baseheads tryna sell some broken amps
[00:51.26]G-packs get off quick, forever ****** talk ****
[00:53.92]Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
[00:56.68]****** be running through the block shootin'
[00:59.44]Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
[01:02.29]Once they caught us off-guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
[01:05.16]I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
[01:08.20]Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
[01:11.01]Lead was hittin' ******, one ran – I made him backflip
[01:13.72]Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look
[01:16.73]Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my **** is stuck"
[01:19.53]Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
[01:22.19]Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
[01:25.10]So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
[01:27.60]And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be
[01:30.82](So what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same
[01:32.77]Got younger ****** pulling the triggers bringing fame to their name
[01:35.88]And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
[01:38.84]In broad daylight, stickup kids – they run up on us
[01:42.36]45's and gauges, Macs, in fact
[01:44.66]Same ****** will catch you back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black
[01:47.82]There was a snitch on the block getting ****** knocked
[01:50.72]So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
[01:53.28]I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock
[01:55.89]And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots
[01:58.80]But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information
[02:02.41]Keeps large ****** erasin' and their wives basin'
[02:04.96]It drops deep as it does in my breath
[02:07.12]I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
[02:10.02]Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
[02:13.19]I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
[02:16.05]New York state of mind
[02:20.20]New York state of mind
[02:23.16]New York state of mind
[02:25.57]New York state of mind
[02:27.01]Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
[02:30.08]Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
[02:33.15]Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks
[02:36.55]Winning gunfights with mega-cops
[02:38.56]But just a ***** walking with his finger on the trigger
[02:41.31]Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
[02:44.47]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[02:47.23]Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have ****** undressin'
[02:50.04]Thinking of cash flow, buddha and shelter
[02:53.09]Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijack Delta
[02:55.50]In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
[02:58.37]Young ******* is grazed, each block is like a maze
[03:01.36]Full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed
[03:03.93]From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
[03:06.83]I'm living where the nights is jet-black
[03:09.35]The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back
[03:12.35]And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
[03:15.16]Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, holmes
[03:18.51]I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
[03:20.78]Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
[03:22.88]And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
[03:25.99]Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
[03:29.40]It's only right that I was born to use mics
[03:32.26]And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
[03:35.16]I've taken rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
[03:37.97]My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
[03:40.79]The smooth criminal on beat breaks
[03:43.35]Never put me in your box if your **** eats tapes
[03:46.15]The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
[03:49.11]That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
[03:52.01]I'm an addict for sneakers, 20's of buddha and ******* with beepers
[03:54.67]In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
[03:58.09]Inhale deep like the words of my breath
[04:00.24]I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
[04:03.09]I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
[04:06.16]Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind
[04:09.36]New York state of mind
[04:13.13]New York state of mind
[04:16.09]New York state of mind
[04:18.75]New York state of mind
[00:01.24]Yeah, yeah
[00:04.45]Ayo, black, it's time, word (Word, it's time, man)
[00:07.74]It's time, man (Aight, man, begin)
[00:12.01]Straight out the ******* dungeons of rap
[00:14.83]Where fake ****** don't make it back
[00:19.48]I don't know how to start this ****, yo now
[00:23.02]Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin'
[00:25.99]Musician, inflictin' composition of pain
[00:28.97]I'm like Scarface sniffin' *******
[00:30.88]Holding an M16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
[00:34.44]Bullet holes left in my peepholes
[00:36.54]I'm suited up in street clothes
[00:37.78]hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
[00:39.89]Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
[00:42.49]I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway
[00:45.40]Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs
[00:48.51]Laughing at baseheads tryna sell some broken amps
[00:51.26]G-packs get off quick, forever ****** talk ****
[00:53.92]Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
[00:56.68]****** be running through the block shootin'
[00:59.44]Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
[01:02.29]Once they caught us off-guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
[01:05.16]I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
[01:08.20]Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
[01:11.01]Lead was hittin' ******, one ran – I made him backflip
[01:13.72]Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look
[01:16.73]Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my **** is stuck"
[01:19.53]Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
[01:22.19]Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
[01:25.10]So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
[01:27.60]And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be
[01:30.82](So what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same
[01:32.77]Got younger ****** pulling the triggers bringing fame to their name
[01:35.88]And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
[01:38.84]In broad daylight, stickup kids – they run up on us
[01:42.36]45's and gauges, Macs, in fact
[01:44.66]Same ****** will catch you back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black
[01:47.82]There was a snitch on the block getting ****** knocked
[01:50.72]So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
[01:53.28]I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock
[01:55.89]And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots
[01:58.80]But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information
[02:02.41]Keeps large ****** erasin' and their wives basin'
[02:04.96]It drops deep as it does in my breath
[02:07.12]I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
[02:10.02]Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
[02:13.19]I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
[02:16.05]New York state of mind
[02:20.20]New York state of mind
[02:23.16]New York state of mind
[02:25.57]New York state of mind
[02:27.01]Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
[02:30.08]Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
[02:33.15]Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks
[02:36.55]Winning gunfights with mega-cops
[02:38.56]But just a ***** walking with his finger on the trigger
[02:41.31]Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
[02:44.47]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[02:47.23]Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have ****** undressin'
[02:50.04]Thinking of cash flow, buddha and shelter
[02:53.09]Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijack Delta
[02:55.50]In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
[02:58.37]Young ******* is grazed, each block is like a maze
[03:01.36]Full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed
[03:03.93]From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
[03:06.83]I'm living where the nights is jet-black
[03:09.35]The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back
[03:12.35]And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
[03:15.16]Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, holmes
[03:18.51]I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
[03:20.78]Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
[03:22.88]And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
[03:25.99]Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
[03:29.40]It's only right that I was born to use mics
[03:32.26]And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
[03:35.16]I've taken rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
[03:37.97]My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
[03:40.79]The smooth criminal on beat breaks
[03:43.35]Never put me in your box if your **** eats tapes
[03:46.15]The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
[03:49.11]That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
[03:52.01]I'm an addict for sneakers, 20's of buddha and ******* with beepers
[03:54.67]In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
[03:58.09]Inhale deep like the words of my breath
[04:00.24]I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
[04:03.09]I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
[04:06.16]Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind
[04:09.36]New York state of mind
[04:13.13]New York state of mind
[04:16.09]New York state of mind
[04:18.75]New York state of mind
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