Kunci: G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
A
Uh, yo
A
G#m
It's time man (word, it's time?)
A
Straight up (it's time, man)
G#m
Aight, set that shit off (set it off then,
A
nigga)
Verse 2
Set it off (set it off)
G#m
Broken glass in the hallway,
G#m
Neighbors, look at every bag
A
you bring through your doors
A
momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
G#m
Why not? It might've saved
G#m
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin' off the stroll,
A
coughin'
G#m
Stitches in they head,
A
G#m
stinkin' and I dread thinkin' they be snitchin'
But who else, could it be,
A
shook at these, unmarked vans
G#m
Parked in the dark,
A
NARC's, where's your heart?
G#m
A
Hustlers starve, they bust a U- ey, I jog
A
come out later wearin' camouflage
G#m
See the sergeant and the captain,
strangle men
A
G#m
Niggas gaspin' for air,
'til they move no more and just stare
A
G#m
With dead eyes, tired of riots,
shit is quiet
A
G#m
Simple- minded fools infiltrate
grimy crews
A
G#m
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids,
G#m
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin',
G#m
Had eight partners growin' up,
G#m
Seven turned to six niggas,
G#m
Six of us, holdin' it,
A
now it's five rollin' thick
G#m
The sixth one's parole flipped,
A
G#m
five niggas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life,
A
G#m
converted into gangbangin'
Four niggas still hangin',
A
G#m
years passin' and slang changin'
Three of us now, fourth
A
G#m
nigga ain't around
We all thought he was real,
G#m
Fake shit, beat his ass down
A
G#m
Yo, his mouth could've got us all wasted,
G#m
All I got left in the end is
G#m
And we all goin' out,
A
to the death for these ends, what?
Verse 3
G#m
New York,
A
New York (New York state of mind)
G#m
New York, New York (New York
state of mind)
Verse 4
A
You read about it, it's in your papers
G#m
It's in your daily news
A
G#m
(getmoney)
New York chronicles, every day
A
G#m
The crime rate, the murder rate
A
G#m
The money rate, the pa per chase,
you know what I mean?
A
G#m
New York state of mind baby,
Verse 5
G#m
I'm at the, gamblin' spot,
my hands on a knot
A
G#m
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes,
stand in one spot
A
G#m
I take a nigga dough,
send him home to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put
A
your dollar in the jukebox
G#m
Hear my favorite song,
all these niggas sing along
A
G#m
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin' my lungs,
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hoodrats flashin' they tongue
G#m
Young thugs blastin' they gun,
G#m
Bitches and niggas both
G#m
Shit is sick, niggas got gats,
G#m
I got my eyes glued on,
whoever walk in or leave
A
G#m
'Cause I ain't playin',
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niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
A
niggas'll find the loot in your kicks
G#m
Bunch of triple- cross niggas,
G#m
Lift you off your feet when they
A
was just talkin' with you
G#m
Some of these dudes the feds be on 'em,
G#m
Be the type when you walk in a pub,
G#m
That ain't gangsta,
A
niggas is up North with tatted tears
G#m
Your name's on the affidavit,
G#m
Faggot ass niggas that
A
be scared to do they bids
G#m
A
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y,
you can't live
G#m
Got your quiet niggas,
A
that relocated down South
G#m
Comin' back to floss,
A
then you got the jealous loudmouths
G#m
All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods,
G#m
Runnin' 'round quick to split your mug,
G#m
But it's hard to get the shit off
A
G#m
Niggas fightin' over hundred sales,
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jump in the car and drive off
G#m
When the fiend come around the block,
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mad 'cause they ain't get a piece of that sale
G#m
Cutthroat connivers, universal,
A
G#m
ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's live
G#m
A lot of niggas schemin', some real,
G#m
But I'm a big dreamer,
A
so watch me come up with somethin'
Verse 6
New York, New York
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