N.Y. State of Mind, Pt. ll

Uh, yo

(New York, New York) What up? What up?

It's time, man (New York, New York)

Word, it's time? Straight up, it's time man (New York, New York)

Alright, set that shit off, set it off then, ****, set it off then

Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors

Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors

Lock the top lock, mama should've cuffed me to the radiator

Why not? It might've saved me later from my block

NY 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, narcs, where's your heart?

Hustler's starve, they bust a U-ey, I jog to my building

Come out later wearin' camouflage

See the sergeant and the captain, strangle men

**** gaspin' for air till 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, sisters pregnant

Fathers on drugs, moms is smokin', beds is piss infested

Had eight partners growin' up, eight turned to seven

Seven turned to six ****, got two in Heaven

Six of us holdin' it, now it's five rollin' thick

The sixth one's parole flipped, five **** went to four quick

When he went OT, college life

Converted into gangbangin', four **** still hangin'

Years passin' and slang changin', three of us now

Fourth **** 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?

(New York, New York, New York state of mind, New York, New York)

(New York, New York) You heard about it, you see about it

You read about (New York, New York), it's in your papers

It's in the daily news, get money (New York, New York)

New York chronicles, everyday (New York, New York)

The crime rate, the murder rate

The money rate (New York, New York), the paper chase

You know what I mean?

(New York, New York) New York state of mind, baby

Check it out

I'm at the gamblin' spot, my hands on a knot

New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot

I take a **** dough, send him home to a shoebox

You lost that ****, I put your dollar in the jukebox

Hear my favorite song, all these **** sing along

All the cigarette smoke's cloggin' my lungs

Hoodrats flashin' they tongue

Young thugs blastin' they gun, we got reputations

Bitches and **** both on parole or probation

Shit is sick, **** got gats, army fatigues

I got my eyes glued on whoever walk in or leave

'Cause I ain't playin', ****'ll run up in here and shoot up this shit

Stick your ass up, ****'ll find the loot in your kicks

Bunch of triple cross ****, just New York ****

Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin' with you

Some of these dudes, the feds be on 'em

You knew 'em for years

Be the type, when you walk in the pub, they offer you beers

That ain't gangsta, **** is up North with tatted tears

Your name's on the affidavit, you ratted kid

Faggot ass **** that be scared to do they bids

Fuck you, we run you out of NY, you can't live

Got your quiet **** that relocated down South

Comin' back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths

All of a sudden, we got Crips and Bloods, DT's

Runnin' round, quick to split your mug, it's easy

To score, but it's hard to get the shit off

**** fightin' over a hundred sales

Jump in the car and drive off

When a fiend come around the block, happy as hell

**** mad 'cause they ain't get a piece of that sale

Cutthroat connivers, universal ghetto survivors

Go to any hood that's live and make it liver

A lot of **** schemin', some real, some **** frontin'

But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come me up with somethin'

(New York, New York)

(New York, New York)