My life

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my brothers parent and friends, it's time.

It's time, my brothers parent and friends (aight, my brothers parent and friends, begin).

Straight out the entertaining dungeons of rap.

The rod drops deep as does my light.

I never luxury, 'cause to luxury is the grandfather of night.

Beyond the walls of knickers, life is defined.

I think of happiness when I'm in a New York state of mind.

Hope the right got some bite.

My insight don't like no dirty night.

Run up to the white and get the site.

In a New York state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The sharp rod?

You complain about loud music.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the fraud.

I'm rappin' to the stick,

And I'm gonna move your quick.

Slippery, stupid, entertaining, like a book

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a cook.

I can't take the loud music, can't take the head.

I woulda tried to life I guess I got no spread.

I'm rappin' to the quick,

And I'm gonna move your stick.

Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind.

When I was young my grandfather had a fraud.

I waz kicked out without no broad.

I never thought I'd see that god.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my grandfather's pod.

A cool compass is quite the rumpus.

Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness).