rappers are monkey flippin'
with the funky rhythm i bekickin'
musicians and flippin' composition if pain
i'm like scarface sniffin' cocaine
holdin' an m-16, 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 stylo with or without the airplay
i keep some e & j sit up, bent up in the stairway
or even on the corner bettin' grants with the c-low champs
laughin' at the basheads tryin' to sell some broken amps
g, pass, get off quick, forever niggas talk ****
reminiscing about the last time the task force flipped
niggas be runnin' 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 the brothers, "back up" the mac spit
lead was hittin' niggas one ran, i made him back-flip
heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my **** is stuck
try to **** 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 through the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as i be
(so whatcha sayin'?) it's like the game ain't the same
got younger niggas pullin' the triggers bringing fame to their name
and claim some corners, crews without gunsare goners
in broad daylight stick-up kids they run up on us
forty-fives and gauges macs and facts
saying niggas are catchin' back to backsnatchin' the cracks
and black there was a snitchon the block gettin' niggas knocked
so hold your stash until the coke price drop
i know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke some nice rock
and if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
you gotta slide on a vacation inside information
keeps large niggas erasing 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
-NAS-Ny State of Mind
**** line thats the greatest verse ever. No one can match it.
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