Rappers I monkey
With the funky rhythm I be
Musicians and flippin'
Composition of pain
I'm like Scarface sniflin' 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 style
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
Laughing at baseheads tryin'
To sell some broken amps
G, pass, get off quick
Forever niggas talk shit
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 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 shit 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 through
The building tobby
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 guns
Are 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 back
Snatchin' the cracks
And Black
There was a snitch
On the block
Gettin' niggas knocked
So hold your stash
Until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead
Who said she gotta
Smoke nice rock
And it it's good
She'll bring ya customers

In measuring pots, buy 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
Beyound the walls of intelligence
Life is defined
I think of crime
When I'm in a New York state of mind

Be havin' dreams that I'm a gengster
Drinkin' Moet's, holdin' Tecs
Makin' sure
The cash came correct
Then I stepped
Investments in stocks
Sewin' up the blocks
To sell rocks
Winning gun fights
With mega cops
But just a nigga
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'll have niggas undressin'
Thinkin' of cash flow
Buddah and shelter
Whenever frustated
I'm a high-jack Delta
In the PJs
My blend tape plays
Bullets are strays
Young bitches in grazed
Each block is like maze
Full of black rats trapped
Plus the island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories
When my peoples come bakc, Black
I'm livin' where the nights are jet-black
The friends fight to get crack
I just max and dream
I can sit back
And lamp like Capone
With drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life
Rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes
I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parellel to hell
But I must maintain
And be prosperous
Though we live dangerous
Cops could just harass me blamin' 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 dikes
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau
Through rap slow
My rhymin' is a vitamin
Hell without a capsule
The smooth criminal
On beat brakes
Never put me in your box
If the shit 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
Twenties of Buddah
And bitches 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


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