מילים לשיר I Am – Nas

(Nas)
Uhh
Yo, yoIt's time man
(Word, it's time?)
Whattup? Whattup
Straight up, it's time man
Aight, set that shit
(Set it off then nigga, set it off)
off Broken glass in the hallway,
bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your
doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not?
It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the
stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be
snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked
Hustlers starve, they bust a Uin the dark jog
to my building See the sergeant
and the captain Niggaz gaspin for air, til they move no more
and just stare
quiet
with dead eyes SimpleOvercrowded cribs, uncles
home from bids, sister's pregnant
pissfather's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is
Seven
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five
rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggaz, went to fo'
quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four
niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth
We all thought he was real nigga ain't around
shit
Fake shit could've got us all
wasted, what a fuckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best
friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT? York, New York ("New York state of mind" New
New York, New
York ("New York state of mind" talking) You heard about it, you see about it
You read about it,
it's in your papers
It's in your daily news ("Get money!")
New York
chronicles, every day
The crime rate, the murder rate
The money rate, the
paper chase, youknowhatImean?
New York state of mind baby, check it out
I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knot
(Nas)
New
York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, send
him home, to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the
Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along
jukebox
All the
ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue
Young thugs
Bitches and niggaz both on parole or
blastin they gun, we got reputations
Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues
probation
I got my eyes glued
on, whoever walk in the lead
Cause I ain't playin, niggaz'll run up in here
and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, niggaz'll find the loot in your
kicks
Bunch of tripleLift you off your
feet when they was just talkin with you
em, you knew em for years
Some of these dudes the Feds be on
Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you
beers
That ain't gangsta, niggaz is up North with tatted tears
Your name's
on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggotbids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
Got your quiet
niggaz, that relocated down South
comin back to floss, then you got the
jealous loudmouths
runnin
All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
round quick to split your mug, it's eabut it's hard to get the
Niggaz fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive
shit off
off
When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
Niggaz, mad cause
they ain't get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto
survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it liver
A lot of niggaz
scheamin, some real, some niggaz frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin
New York, New York
New York, New York.