2pac ft. Nas & Jay-Z - 02. New York State Of Mind | Текст песни

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• 2pac ft. Nas & Jay-Z
• 02. New York State Of Mind

[Verse 1: Nas]
If you knew my streets
You would know all everybody talk about is who got beef
Who's snitchin', who told police
Who came home, who's still gone, who's restin' in peace
Now they're killing over music money not drugs
Rappers placed it cuz' thugs with no brains got no patience
New jacks I pistol whip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition of pain I'm like.. Saddam Hussein
Still alive, looking at his dead childrens birth remains
I birthed the game, learned you lames a new lesson
Your crew's soft man y'all need some new weapons

[Jay-Z Talking about his best friend]
I’d do a bid, loose a rib, bust a cap, trust in that
Run up to heaven doors, exchange my life for yours
Leave a steak out the door, mi casa, su casa
Just remember to turn the lights off in the hall
My brother from another pop, minus one shot
We Neno and G-Money man, we all we got
From the stoop to the big dudes, stoppin' us from playin' hoops
And us getting mad, throwing rocks off the roof
Straight thuggin' man, I thought we would never progress
But look at us now man, we're young execs
My nigga Dame, my nigga Biggs, my nigga Ty
My nigga High, my nigga Gotti
We embody all that’s right with the world
No matter how pretty she is, you never liking my girl
That's how we run, when you ain’t around
I'll spank ya son, keep him in line
If you should die, I’ll keep him like mine
God forbid, keep this in mind, my nigga