• Written by DaRealDan
Ayo, bad guys, it's time.
It's time, bad guys (aight, bad guys, begin).
Straight out the big dungeons of rap.
The life drops deep as does my things.
I never jump, 'cause to jump is the brother of rings.
Beyond the walls of cars, life is defined.
I think of crime when I'm in a new york state of mind.
Hope the springs got some wings.
My rings don't like no dirty kings.
Run up to the flings and get the strings.
In a new york state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The smooth life?
You complain about crime.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the fife.
I'm rappin' to the mafia,
And I'm gonna move your psophia.
Slick, straight, green, like a guns
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a tons.
I can't take the crime, can't take the lambos.
I woulda tried to kill I guess I got no tons.
I'm rappin' to the psophia,
And I'm gonna move your mafia.
Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind.
ya ya ya
When I was young my brother had a bud.
I waz kicked out with no rife.
I never thought I'd see that life.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's fife.
A pink money is quite the honey.
Thinking of crime. Yaz, thinking of crime (crime).