Lyrics:
for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 my Fam Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai
Music Makes Me High
Hey Yo, gettin high
New York is high
the keys, GS3s to papes
Y'all ridin' crates state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you daydream and whine, I just keep
hits)
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)
Yeah that's right, we're Public Enemy number one in New York
Public Enemy #1 in Chicago
Public Enemy #1 in
out-a New York, Philadelphia P A
Pittsburgh wheelin', West Virginia all the way
Rollin through Ohio, gonna make it to Kentucky
Gonna make it by
moved to new york
In a dream they seemed caught
Where all had been perfectly planned
She decorated their park avenue apartment
In a 1920's
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
gedealt hat
Hat mein Deal geklappt, dann war Ek bei Sony
Die Worte, die ich schreib
New York State of Mind
Fünfzehn Jahre später vom Bordstein auf eins
to Kris
Ill maim ya wrist
And blow you out like a birthday wish!
I'm much sharper including New York State
The whole East Coast is Kris Parker's
But real
snakes start hissing
I'm in different state of mind
7.62 with glocks and 9s
Please do not get of line
Boy I can't wait to slang some iron
I pull up in
styles
Creatin' dynasties bigger than Rothschild's bloodlines
From Cali, New York to the sunshine
By any means, baby, exactly how I run mine
Sometimes
Who got the rhymes
It's the NLYB kid putting work Like doubletime
Always focus on my grind
Steady focus mastermind
State of mind, undefined
Smoking
and city lights,
The Empire State in candle light.
c New York City state of mind.
cnd all the memories... I have.
But i'm breathing now,
Lost, in a way
bitches is pimpin'
Oh and did I mention
Keep me up out your mentions
You bitches ain't soldiers y'all
Just be wantin' attention
Hey yo New York, get
on forty-deuce in New York I'm that damn guy
All of my cars, they go, "Vroom," so much guap all my opps wanna turn to my allies
I always kept it real with
to the States
In the hood by sticks and drums like this Long and McQuade
Getting punished by my parents, yelling "This a mistake"
In the jail, didn't change me,
a minute! -
Over - Up - Over - Up - ... Down
Down - Over - Up - Over - ... Up
Living can be lovely, here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were
and lobster)
Man who would've thought I'd run into Frank Ocean
Was just in New York
Took a flight out to Philly
Now Im In LA like a Trojan
Was just in New York
the rim and this is how I ball
A gritty little something on the New York streets
This is how I represent over this here beat
Talking 'bout you
Yo, I
coincide wit a snitch
Nah
Way before I die
I need that Rich-ard mil
New York State of mind
Been on my grind
Forreal
I can't tell a lie
I been the truth
a minute! -
Over - Up - Over - Up - ... Down
Down - Over - Up - Over - ... Up
Living can be lovely, here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were
the rim and this is how I ball
A gritty little something on the New York streets
This is how I represent over this here beat
Talking 'bout you
Yo, I
and this is how I ball
A gritty little something on the New York streets
This is how I represent over this here beat
Talking 'bout you
Yo, I took you
had to invest
Eat up my lines, Readers' Digest
New at the top, Legend Apex
Come and take a listen and you just might find
Life lines to your lyrics,
Yo, this is somethin new by
Notorious-ass Above the Law
In the motherfuckin place
The Illustrator KMG
Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's goin
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