Buhodermia 夜, Nas - NY State Of Mind lyrics

Estuve en Medellin ayer recibiendo
Una bellísima hacienda
Que me regaló, para obras sociales
Don Pablo Escobar
Yo sé que muchos de pueden escandalizar
No piensen que el padre Garcia Herreros
En quien se tenia esperanzas
También se corrompió
Cuando se hace la voluntad de
Dios no hay corrupción

Broken glass in the hallway
Bloodstained floors
Neighbors look at every bag you
Bring through your doors lock the top lock
Momma 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 NARC's
Where's your heart?
Hustlers starve they bust a U-ey, I jog
To my building come out
Later wearin' camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain strangle men
Niggas 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
Sisters pregnant
Fathers on drugs, moms is smokin'
Beds is piss-infested
Had 8 partners growin' up, 8 turned to 7
7 turned to 6 niggas, got 2 in heaven
6 of us holdin' it, now it's 5 rollin' thick
The 6th one's parole flipped
5 niggas went to 4 quick
When he went OT, college life
Converted into gangbangin'
4 niggas still hangin'
Years passin' and slang changin' 3 of us now
4th 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 2 of my best friends
And we all goin' out to
The death for these ends what?

New York, New York

You heard about it, you see about it
You read about it, it's in your papers
It's in your daily news ("Get money!")
New York chronicles, every day
The crime rate, the murder rate
The money rate, the paper chase (Aight?)
You know what I mean?
New York state of mind, baby (Oh, yeah)
Check it out (yeah)

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 nigga dough
Send him home to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put
Your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song
All these niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin' my lungs
Hoodrats flashin' they tongue
Young thugs blastin' they gun
We got reputations
Bitches and niggas both on
Parole or probation
Shit is sick, niggas got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on
Whoever walk in or leave
'Cause, I ain't playin'
Niggas'll run up in here and
Shoot up this shit stick yo' ass up
Niggas'll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggas
Just New York niggas
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 a pub
They offer you beers that ain't gangsta
Niggas is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggas that be scared
To do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of NY
You can't live got your quiet niggas
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
Niggas fightin' over hundred sales
Jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block
Happy as hell
Niggas 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 niggas schemin', some real
Some niggas frontin' but, I'm a big dreamer
So watch me come up with somethin'