Nas - N.Y. State of Mind (Traduction Française) lyrics

[Intro]
Straight out the f*ckin' dungeons of rap
Where fake n*ggas don't make it back
I don't know how to start this sh*t, yo

[Couplet 1]
Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm
I be kickin', musician, inflictin' composition
Of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps
G-packs get off quick, forever n*ggas talk sh*t
Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
n*ggas be running through the block shootin'
Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
Once they caught us off-guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hitting n*ggas, one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "yo, my sh*t is stuck"
Try to c*ck it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw 3 bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So what you saying?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger n*ggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name
And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids: they run up on us
45's and gauges, Macs, in fact
Same n*ggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block getting n*ggas knocked
So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock
And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots
But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information
Keeps large n*ggas erasin' and their wives basin'
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
[Refrain]
New York State of Mind
New York State of Mind
New York State of Mind
New York State of Mind

[Couplet 2]
Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta
Drinking Moets, holding Tecs, making sure the cash came correct
Then I stepped; investments in stocks
Sewing up the blocks to sell rocks, winning gunfights with mega-cops
But just a n*gga walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Give me a Smith and Wesson, I have n*ggas undressin'
Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijacked Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young b*tches is grazed, each block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm living where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, holmes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your sh*t eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'm an addict for sneakers, 20's of buddah and b*tches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind
[Refrain]
New York State of Mind
New York State of Mind
New York State of Mind
New York State of Mind

[Outro]
Nasty Nas--

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