New York state of mind I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking Musician, inflicting composition Of pain I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine Holding a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme,

It's holding on Everyone is so near Everyone around here Everyone has got the fear

She goes all the way With every move she makes I'm deeper than I've been Holding on and letting go She just keeps givin' in Takin' me higher and further There she goes again givin' more than 'Cause it's more than love she makes

I'm so hood, I can't help it Love me for being me 'Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am So love me for being me Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Little Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down His momma think it's my fault

Hey girl, hey girl Just know that I got you Just know that We can make it easy if we lift each other We don't need to keep on one-in' up another If you lose your way Help me hold my hair back Walk me home 'cause I can't find a cab And we dance down the

So he tries to pacify her Now, how can he have her heart When it got stole? 'Cause what's inside her never dies Oh, whoa, oh He can only hold her for so long The lights are on, but no one's home She's so vacant

I don’t believe in faith The art of finding love Refuse to let this cut me deep Now to make her pay Left to feel so numb Yes, you may cut me again But I mark these words with a blade That I’ll find you once again, Morrigan! Holding the key to my darkened

It's not the love, it's just the rain Touch me, touch me crazy How your kiss betrays me Two broken hearts But not in vain Once in your life you love Once in your life you try The one you're holdin' Is the one that tears you, apart

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time