Текст песни 2Pac - New York State Of Mind

Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: 2Pac
Альбом: Duets
Длительность: 04:41
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[Verse 1: 2Pac] Now I've got task on a nigga's ass Tell me will they blast me I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now It's gettin crazy after dark, These narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penetentiary I've been movin these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what ya need when ya see me I'm stackin Gs buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll and they know When its time to handle business nigga lay low Although I'm young I'm still comin up I'm gettin paid pullin razors on niggas when they runnin up The first to pull the strap when theres drama Buster you ain't heard? I been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me I'm loyal to the game [Nas] If you knew my streets You would know all everybody talk about is who got beef Who snitchin, who told police Who came home, who still gone, who restin in peace Now they killin over music money, not drugs, rap replaced it Cause thugs with no brains got no patience New jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician and flatten composition A pain, I'm like Saddam Hussein Still alive lookin at his dead children's burnt remains I burnt the game, learnt you lames a new lesson Your crew's soft man, ya'll need some new weapons The P's breathe Warriorz and skullies and Timmies Around mixed, spics, niggaz and giddies From my ghetto kings in deep thought we don't blink But don't think we wastin our time It's a New York State of Mind [Jay-Z] I'd do a bid, loose a rib, bust a cap, trustin' that Run up to heaven doors, exchange my life for yours Leave a steak out the door, mi casa, su casa Just remember to turn the lights off in the hall My brother from anotha pop, minus one shot We Neno and G-Money man, we all we got From the stoop to the big dudes, stoppin' us from playin' hoops And us gettin mad, throwin' rocks off the roof Straight thuggin' man, I thought we would never progress But look at us now man, we're young execs My nigga Dame, my nigga Biggs, my nigga Tah My nigga Ja, my nigga Gotti We embody all that's right with the world No matter how pretty she is, you never likin' my girl That's how we run, when you ain't around I'll spank ya son, keep him in line If you should die, I'll keep him like mine God forbid, keep this in mind, my nigga
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