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