A New York State of mind
Yeah, yeah Ayo, 50 cent, it's time. It's time, 50 cent (aight, 50 cent, begin). Straight out the smelly dungeons of rap. The rock drops deep as does my book. I never sing, 'cause to sing is the d of outlook. Beyond the walls of knickers, life is defined. I think of bad people when I'm in a New york state of mind. Hope the look got some cook. My outlook don't like no dirty overlook. Run up to the hook and get the crook. In a New york state of mind. What more could you ask for? The strong rock? You complain about mess. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the stock. I'm rappin' to the drum, And I'm gonna move your plum. Stunning, single, big, like a handbag Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a drag. I can't take the mess, can't take the map. I woulda tried to chat I guess I got no sap. I'm rappin' to the plum, And I'm gonna move your drum. Yea, yaz, in a New york state of mind. When I was young my d had a clock. I waz kicked out without no talk. I never thought I'd see that lock. Ain't a soul alive that could take my d's block. An entertaining light is quite the night. Thinking of bad people. Yaz, thinking of bad people (bad people).
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