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buhodermia 夜 - ny state of mind كلمات الأغنية

[intro 1: rafael garcía_herreros unda]
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

[intro 2: nas]

[verse 1: nas]
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
n.y. 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
n_ggas gaspin’ for air ’til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes—tired of riots, sh_t is quiet
simple_minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sisters pregnant
fathers on drugs, moms is smokin’, beds is p_ss_infested
had 8 partners growin’ up, 8 turned to 7
7 turned to 6 n_ggas, got 2 in heaven
6 of us holdin’ it, now it’s 5 rollin’ thick
the 6th one’s parole flipped, 5 n_ggas went to 4 quick
when he went o.t., college life
converted into g_ngb_ngin’, 4 n_ggas still hangin’
years passin’ and slang changin’—3 of us now, 4th n_gga ain’t around
we all thought he was real—he did the snake sh_t
fake sh_t—beat his ass down
yo his mouth could’ve got us all wasted, what a f_ckin’ 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?
[chorus: nas]
new york, new york

[bridge: nas]
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)

[verse 2: nas]
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 n_gga dough, send him home to a shoebox
you lost that n_gga i put your dollar in the jukebox
hear my favorite song, all these n_ggas sing along
all the cigarette smoke’s cloggin’ my lungs
hoodrats flashin’ they tongue
young thugs blastin’ they gun, we got reputations
b_tches and n_ggas both on parole or probation
sh_t is sick, n_ggas got gats, army fatigues
i got my eyes glued on whoever walk in or leave
’cause i ain’t playin’, n_ggas’ll run up in here and shoot up this sh_t
stick yo’ ass up, n_ggas’ll find the loot in your kicks
bunch of triple_cross n_ggas, just new york n_ggas
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, n_ggas is up north with tatted tears
your name’s on the affadavit, you ratted kid
f_ggot_ass n_ggas that be scared to do they bids
f_ck you, we run you out of n.y, you can’t live
got your quiet n_ggas, that relocated down south
comin’ back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
all of a sudden we got crips and bloods, d.t.’s
runnin’ round quick to split your mug, it’s easy
to score but it’s hard to get the sh_t off
n_ggas fightin’ over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
when the fiend come around the block, happy as h_ll
n_ggas 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 n_ggas schemin’, some real, some n_ggas frontin’
but i’m a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin’

- buhodermia 夜

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