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the dead of night

Here I am, and in this city, with a fistful of dollars
And baby, you'd better believe

I'm back, back in the New York groove
I'm back,
sight in the dead of night

Here I am, and in this city, with a fistful of dollars
And baby, you'd better believe

I'm back, back in the New York
turned to stone by the family
It's now the dead speak to the living
Nothing left here but a raging blaze
I don't mean to wait too long

CHORUS
New York's
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud
new weapons
The P's breathe Warriorz and skullies and Timmies
Around mixed, spics, niggas and giddies
From my ghetto kings in deep thought we don't
niggaz and giddies
From my ghetto kings in deep thought we don't blink
But don't think we wastin' our time
It's a New York State of Mind

[Chorus One:
seen
They were the Peking king and the New York queen
I said the Peking king and the New York queen

As fate would have it it was a toss of a dice
attitude that I'm most definitely from

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These
Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire St. that's

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are
attitude that I'm most definitely from

In New York, 
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
sight in the dead of night

Here I am, and in this city, with a fistful of dollars
And baby, you'd better believe

I'm back, back in the New York
the blind leading the blind
We don't make it prime time till we dyin'

The New York Times
The New York Times
The New York Times
(Extra, extra, read all about
sight in the dead of night

Here I am, and in this city, with a fistful of dollars
And baby, you'd better believe

I'm back, back in the New York
Chinatown (or up on riverside) or up on riverside

I don't have any reasons
'Cause I left them all behind
We're in a New York state of mind
Get a New
Chinatown (or up on riverside) or up on riverside

I don't have any reasons
'Cause I left them all behind
We're in a New York state of mind
Get a New
New York girl, dem a mad over we
New York girl, dem a mad over we
New York girl, dem a mad over we
New York girl, dem a mad over we

Nas the Don, Nas
as well go to Chris

New York, New York are you ready?
New York, where we talk to walk to walk
New York, New York are you ready?
What's up New York
sight in the dead of night

Here I am, and in this city, with a fistful of dollars
And baby, you'd better believe

I'm back, back in the New York
Baby, this time we're through
Maybe I guess you knew
Nothing matters anymore
And that's the secret to New York

I'm stuck on this train
Every stop, I see
New York girl, dem a mad over we
New York girl, dem a mad over we
New York girl, dem a mad over we
New York girl, dem a mad over we

Nas the Don, Nas
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy
The streets of New York
A maze made of iron and stone.
A labyrinth complete, 
With edges that cut through the bone.

They come by the millions,
the glove,
I'm the king to you pawn niggas, punisher, spawn, niggas,
Playin' in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas,
We them barbecue, front and back
the New York Groove 
I'm back, back in the New York Groove 
I'm back, back in the New York Groove 
Back in the New York Groove, in the New York Groove
deceived
By those who lead
Can't you see
Can't you see
This can't go on forever
This can't go on
Down in New York
Down in New York
Down in New York town