N.Y. State of Mind chords

_ _ _ Yeah, yeah, and yo, Black, it's time, bro.
Bro, it's time, man.
It's time, man.
Alright, begin.
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C# Yeah, straight G# out the fuckin' dungeons of rap.
Where fake niggas don't make it back.
_ _ E I G# don't know how to start C# this thing, B bro.
_ D C# Rappers, I won't be B flippin' with the C#m funky rhythm.
D I be C# kickin', musician, B inflictin' C#m composition.
D Obtained, G#m I'm like Slawface, sniffin' 4K, D holdin' the G#m M16.
See, with the pen, I'm C#m extreme.
D Now, bullet C# holes left B in my peepholes.
C#m I'm suited D up for street C# flows.
Hammer B your 9 and C#m out them feet D flows.
Y'all know C# my stelo, B with or without C#m the airplay.
D I keep some C# EJ B sittin' bent up C#m in the stairway.
D Or either B on the corner bettin' grants with the CeeLo D Champs.
C# Laughin' at bass heads, B tryin' to sell C#m some broken D amps.
G C#-Packs get off quick, G#m forever niggas function.
D Reminiscin' G#m about the last time the C#m task force D flipped.
Niggas C# be runnin' through B the block C#m shootin'.
Time to D start the C# revolution, B catch a body C#m amp for Houston.
D Once they caught us C# off guard, the B Mac-10 was in E the D grassin'.
I ran like B a cheetah with Guards of an C#m assassin.
D Picked the G#m Mac up, told brothers, back up.
C#m The Mac spit, D lead was G#m hittin', niggas one ran.
I C#m made them back flip, D heard a few B chicks scream.
My arm shook, C#m couldn't look, D gave another C# squeeze.
B Heard it click, yo, C#m my shit is stuck, D tried to C# cock it.
It B wouldn't shoot, now C#m I'm in danger.
D Finally pulled C# it back and saw B three bullets,.
thought C#m I'm in the D chamber.
So now G#m I'm sittin' to the building lobby.
And it D was full of children, C# probably G#m couldn't see as high as I be.
It's like the game ain't the same.
A# Got younger D niggas pullin' G#m the triggers,.
bringin' fame to C#m they name and D claim some C#m corners.
Crews without guns upon us, D if war daylight.
C# Stick up B kids, they run C#m up on us.
D Four fives C# engages, B Max A# Effect.
Same D niggas that catch G#m you back to back.
Catch you contracts in black.
There was a snitch on the block, C#m hittin' niggas not.
D So hold C# your shafts till B the coke price C#m drop.
I know D this crackhead G#m who says he got a smoke nice rock.
And if D it's good, you bring B your customers and measure in C#m blocks.
But D yo, you gotta C# slide on a G#m vacation.
Inside information keeps laws, niggas are racin' and they rhymes basic.
It drops deep as it does on my C#m breath.
I never D sleep, cause C# sleep is B the cousin of C#m death.
Beyond G#m the walls of intelligence, life is C#m divine.
I think D of crime C# when I'm in a B New York state C#m of mind.
State G# of mind.
G#m New York state of mind.
New York state of D mind.
C# New B York state of A# _ D C# mind.
B We havin' dreams that I'm a gangster.
Drinkin' Moets, E holdin' texts.
Makin' sure Gm the cash came correct, then I step.
F# Investments in stock, sewin' up the A# blocks to B sell rocks.
Winnin' gun fights with C#m megacops, but this D a nigga.
C# Walkin' with his B finger on the C#m trigger.
D Make enough C# figures until my B pockets get C#m bigger.
D I ain't the type B of brother made for you to starve, C#m Tesson.
Dm Give me a Smith C# Wesson, I'll B have niggas C#m G#m undressin'.
Thinkin' of cash flow, food and shelter.
D Whenever G#m frustrated, I'm a hijack C#m Delta and the D PJs.
G#m My blend tape plays, bullets and strays.
D Young bitches is G#m crazy, each block is like a maze full of D black rats.
C# Crap, plus the B allen is C#m back.
From what I D hear in all the C# stories, where my G#m people from back.
Black, I'm D livin' where the C# nights is B jet black.
The C#m fiends fight to D get crack, I G#m just mech.
I dream like a C#m sit back and D lap like C# Capone.
With B drugs, nip C#m zone, all the D legal luxury C# life.
B Rings frontin' with C#m stones, homes.
I D got so many G#m rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane.
Life D is parallel to C# hell, but I B must maintain C#m and be D prosperous.
C# You know we live B dangerous, C#m cops could just D arrest me.
G#m Blamin' us for hell like C#m hostages.
D It's only B right that I was born to use C#m mice.
And the D stuff that I write G#m is even C#m tougher than dice.
I'm takin' D rappers to a G#m new plateau, new C#m rap slow.
My D rhymin' is a B bottom and hell without a D capsule.
The smooth G criminal on beat breaks.
Never put me in your D box if you should each take.
C#m The city D never sleeps, G#m full of villas and creeks.
C#m That's where I D learned to do my C# hustle, had to B scuffle with freak.
C#m I'm an addict D for sneakers, C# twenties a B Buddha and bitches C#m were beepers.
D In the streets C# I could reach ya, B I'm got blunts I teach ya.
D In hell C# deep, like the B words in my breath.
C#m I never D sleep, cause G#m sleep is the cousin of death.
C#m I lay D puzzle as I C#m backtrack to B earlier C#m times.
Nothing's D equivalent C# to the New B York state of C#m mind.
D C# New York B state of C#m mind.
D G#m New York state of mind.
New York state of mind.
D C# New York B state of mind.
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