Nas - N.Y. State of Mind (Official Audio) 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.
[C#m] [D] [G#m] [C#m] [D] [G#m] .
[D] [C#] [B] [C#m] [G#] [C#] [B] .
[C#m] [D] [C#] [B] [C#] [B] [N] .
[B] [N] .
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