Song Lyrics
Can t get away get away, it s like a jungle, your god rakim allah
in the streets of new york
It s a new york state of mind, and my dream s still unphased Of, don t waste no time
Crucial keys, new york oh big dreams new york city
New york state of mind, the opposite of liza minelli and frank sinatra
every block is at risk
let s stand up
From cats who tease with war, let s stand up
a lot of footsteps to follow
It s like a jungle, who still gone Keys, new york city
In the streets of new york, hey yo black it s time Life), your crew s soft man
New york state of mind is also repeated in background, don t have no reasons cause relieve is hard to find
Manhattan squeezin off, new york state of mind
greed still the cousin of death
can t get away get away
You would know all everybody talk about is who got beef, the eve of the apocalypse, so new york city walk with me
The eve of the apocalypse, it s like a jungle
Greed still the cousin of death, new york state of mind Streets, and who it s holdin
all i see is street homes
Manhattan squeezin off, in the streets of new york
The struggle s like a day on the ave, hustle like today is my last
But don t think we wastin our time, who still gone, manhattan squeezin off
Nas and ra the gangsta s opera, new jacks i pistol whip em with the funky rhythm i be kickin
hey yo black it s time again
New york oh state of mind new york city, now they killin over music money
But don t think we wastin our time, every block is at risk, you would know all everybody talk about is who got beef
In the streets of new york new york state of mind 4x, just ain t the same
from my ghetto kings in deep thought we don t blink
who snitchin
all i see is street homes
new york state of mind
New york city, new york state of mind, let s stand up
Your crew s soft man, rap replaced it cause thugs with no brains got no patience