NY State of Mind Pt. 3 Lyrics – Nas, DJ Premier

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[Intro: Nas]
Yo, Preem, play me that Billy Joel joint
Some folks like to get away

[Chorus: Billy Joel]
Some folks like to get away
Take a holiday from the neighborhood
Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood
But I’m taking a Greyhound
On the Hudson River line
I’m in a New York state of mind

[Verse 1: Nas]
Still (??) a strut, walk, nike shorts at night at court
Stress, it cut your life shot
I’m from egg rolls and duck sauce
Where the feds rolled on (??)
(??) to say less
Plenty talent, the kids stay blessed
Gamble and make bets
Throw on some DMX, his words they live in all of us
Some get deported, some die young, but it’s all a rush
On Pt. 2, I left you with two of my friends
And now our goals is that our sons don’t end in juvenile pen’s
Rikers should be closed, NBC the beacon
Wear ice if you real, or they rob you upon your piece and
If you was locked down for a while, it’s a different place now
They building hotels where once was the Devil’s playground
Michelin stars, cool, but the streets is cooking that beef stew
That chopped cheese too, screwface how we smiled
They want us gone, but that’s fine
‘Cause we really outside, for now and all time
That New York state of mind

[Chorus: Billy Joel]
Some folks like to get away
Take a holiday from the neighborhood

Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood
But I’m taking a Greyhound
On the Hudson River line
I’m in a New York state of mind

[Verse 2: Nas]
Jumping out, hitting pull ups and dips (??)
Potholes still be hard in our whips
Never ending nightlight, supermodel events, some art galleries
I can name some clubs that no longer exist
The line like the tunnel, in the palladium, all night we stayed in em fly, waving the sky
View was made in N.Y and wouldn’t trade it till that you die
The most hated and I think we know why, now
Rappers we know its legends drifting float to heaven some are living and present, they (??) miss ’87
And queens was a team (??) kid with a chain, holding a pen and wrote pain, we’ll never see this again, so
I live (??), replace the peepholes
I’m suited in boutique clothes, we’re just inclined to defeat foes
The five burrows where real life is defined, y’all know the time, when I’m in the New York state of mind