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