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[00:00.000] 作词 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones [00:00.532] 作曲 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones [00:01.64]Yeah yeah,aiyyo black it's time （word?） [00:06.45]（Word,it's time *****?） [00:08.79]Yeah,it's time man （aight *****,begin） [00:11.73]Yeah,straight out the ****** dungeons of rap [00:14.04]Where fake ****** don't make it back [00:18.15]I don't know how to start this ****,yo,now [00:22.81]Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin [00:25.50]Musician,inflictin composition [00:26.83]of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin ******* [00:30.01]Holdin a M-16,see with the pen I'm extreme,now [00:33.11]Bulletholes left in my peepholes [00:36.39]I'm suited up in street clothes [00:37.86]Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes [00:40.37]Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay [00:42.92]I keep some E&J,sittin bent up in the stairway [00:46.07]Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs [00:48.36]Laughin at baseheads,tryin to sell some broken amps [00:50.80]G-Packs get off quick,forever ****** talk **** [00:53.11]Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped [00:55.49]****** be runnin through the block shootin [00:58.39]Time to start the revolution,catch a body head for Houston [01:01.74]Once they caught us off guard,the Mac-10was in the grass and [01:05.55]I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin [01:07.85]Pick the Mac up,told brothers,"Back up,"the Mac spit [01:10.69]Lead was hittin ****** one ran,I made him backflip [01:13.13]Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook,couldn't look [01:15.98]Gave another squeeze heard it click yo,my **** is stuck [01:18.79]Try to cock it,it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger [01:21.50]Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber [01:25.67]So now I'm jetting to the building lobby [01:27.94]and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be [01:30.90]（So whatchu sayin?）It's like the game ain't the same [01:33.49]Got younger ****** pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name [01:35.95]and claim some corners,crews without guns are goners [01:38.43]In broad daylight,stickup kids,they run up on us [01:41.45]Fo'-fives and gauges,Macs in fact [01:44.19]Same ******'ll catch a back to back,snatchin yo'cracks in black [01:47.93]There was a snitch on the block gettin ****** knocked [01:50.49]So hold your stash until the coke price drop [01:53.21]I know this crackhead,who said she gotta smoke nice rock [01:56.02]And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots,but yo [01:58.93]You gotta slide on a vacation [02:00.86]Inside information keeps large ****** erasin and they wives basin [02:04.32]It drops deep as it does in my breath [02:07.22]I never sleep,cause sleep is the cousin of death [02:09.96]Beyond the walls of intelligence,life is defined [02:12.45]I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind [02:15.87]New York state of mind [02:18.73]New York state of mind [02:21.36]New York state of mind [02:24.27]New York state of mind [02:26.95]Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster --drinkin Moets,holdin Tecs [02:30.60]Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped [02:32.80]Investments in stocks,sewein up the blocks [02:35.06]to sell rocks,winnin gunfights with mega cops [02:37.36]But just a *****,walking with his finger on the trigger [02:41.13]Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger [02:44.04]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin [02:47.81]Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have ****** undressin [02:50.17]Thinkin of cash flow,buddah and shelter [02:52.58]Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta [02:55.40]In the P.J.'s,my blend tape plays,bullets are strays [02:58.69]Young ******* is grazed each block is like a maze [03:01.48]full of black rats trapped,plus the Island is packed [03:04.24]From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back,black [03:07.49]I'm livin where the nights is jet black [03:09.51]The fiends fight to get crack I just max,I dream I can sit back [03:12.99]and lamp like Capone,with drug scripts sewn [03:15.24]Or the legal luxury life,rings flooded with stones,homes [03:18.19]I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane [03:20.94]Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain [03:23.24]and be prosperous,though we live dangerous [03:26.39]cops could just arrest me,blamin us,we're held like hostages [03:29.48]It's only right that I was born to use mics [03:33.05]and the stuff that I write,is even tougher than dice [03:35.78]I'm takin rappers to a new plateau,through rap slow [03:38.13]My rhymin is a vitamin held without a capsule [03:40.95]The smooth criminal on beat breaks [03:43.52]Never put me in your box if your **** eats tapes [03:46.77]The city never sleeps,full of villians and creeps [03:49.27]That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks [03:52.71]I'ma addict for sneakers,twenties of buddah and ******* with beepers [03:55.42]In the streets I can greet ya,about blunts I teach ya [03:58.55]Inhale deep like the words of my breath [04:00.87]I never sleep,cause sleep is the cousin of death [04:03.49]I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times [04:06.32]Nothing's equivalent,to the new york state of mind [04:09.37]New York state of mine [04:12.53]New York state of mine [04:15.42]New York state of mine [04:18.13]New York state of mind [04:21.02]NasNasty NasNasty NasNasty NasNasty NasNasty NasNasty NasNasty NasNasty