Lyrics for N.Y. State Of Mind, Pt. 2 by Nas:
| | | Artist: | Nas |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | N.Y. State Of Mind, Pt. 2 | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 355 | | | | Lyrics: | [Nas]
Uhh
Yo, yo-yo, y'all
Whattup? Whattup
It's time man (Word, it's time?)
Straight up, it's time man
Aight, set that shit off
(Set it off then nigga, set it
off)
Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag
you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll,
coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else,
could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
Niggaz gaspin for air; til they move no
more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools
infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up,
eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it,
now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five niggaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four niggaz still hangin, years
passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around
We all thought he was
real -- he did the snake shit
Fake shit -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us
all wasted, what a fuckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we
all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?
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