NY State of Mind lyrics

[Intro: RJ Payne, 38 Spesh]
Uh, Trust Gang, huh?
RJ Payne in this motherf*cker
38, what's goodie? (What’s happenin’?)
Che Noir (huh), BSF Gang, huh?
GXFR, check this sh*t out

[Verse 1: RJ Payne, Che Noir]
Look, Lost Boys, but I was never Peter Pan
Joey Crack, my cocaine is Joey Pelligrino tan
Lucifer in the flesh, hold hell in either hand
Fred Flintstone chopper, tell Dino Boy to dance
I wage war when I'm paid more
Word to Che Noir, this the cancer, the Stage 4
b*tch, I had the waves since my days in Bay Shore
12-shot gauge, kickback got my leg sore
This Payne, n*gga, this how the trust work
I told Spesh I'll kill a rat before a pound a loud in a Trust shirt
They told me talk second and bust first
You in the club busting bottles, I'll bust your head 'til the blood burst
MC with the hammer, sh*t is extra legit *(uh)*
Could have murdered a twenty-four, but I kept it a diss *(look)*
Infrared on the desert eagle, don't expect it to miss
And don't call my f*ckin' phone if it's less than a brick
It's Payne
[Verse 2: Che Noir]
Yo, I'm not a flashy type of chick, I'm too rugged to date a rapper
Or these bum-ass n*ggas that y'all b*tches be chasing after
Dropped Thriller, uh-huh, I ain't making it safe for rappers
Filled up the shoes and used my shoelaces to hang a rapper
Y'all let a female rapper come and change up the rules
From the School of Hard Knocks, yeah, my grades was the proof
Real life is just something they can't explain in a school
I had to mature off the pain, that's something age couldn't do
It's a message in my raps that connect to the people
You know the ones from the hood with p*ssy beds and needles
Or the ones on the corners tryings to stretch some kilos
Toss bricks at the fiends like Craig did Debo
What the f*ck these rappers famous for? It can't be the music
Got a team full of soldiers and they can't be recruited
I heard sleep was the cousin of death, don't sleep on me
This pistol gon' turn this b*tch into a family reunion, facts

[Outro: 38 Spesh]
Huh, I'd like to welcome y'all, to the year 1994
Huh, you know, back when lyrics mattered
Ya nah’m sayin'?
Huh, we coming to put an end to all that bullsh*t
Y'all n*ggas better step y'all motherf*ckin' bars up
Nah mean? Trust, huh, huh, yeah