Terror Squad — NY State of Mind Unreleased

[Intro: Billy Joel sample] 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: Fat Joe (sample)] Woooooooooooo, wee! Yeah, uhh, yo It's Cook Coke, ready rock, heard the name before Arm 'em up, send 'em out, that's what they blame me for Lay the pressure game quite flat The last thing you wanna say is you'll be right back Won't be stunting when them cannons burst And I make you one with the planet Earth It's the cycle of life, reimburse you and hearse you to Christ You don't wanna see my work with a knife Yes I'm a hustler's hustler, a crackamatician Took my act down a clack-a-lac, had an addiction Getting paper was my only high Just me and my money, guess I'm a lonely guy (hahaha) And yes I'm so fly, and I'm arrogant too Can't blame me, see I grew up just as poor as you And I'm the truth, so it's impossible to talk a lie I bet they name me king before my demise, cause I'm (I'm in a New York state of mind) [Verse 2: Remy Ma] The girl's back in the building, BX we back on the map See I'm a beautiful bitch, that just happen to rap The right rhyme to the right one, the late great Big Pun True official nigga, damn we miss you nigga Rest in peace, and though you gone, we know you here in spirit If they don't feel it, I know that they hearing in my lyrics, shit I never worry, and I'm forever glory And when I die my little son is gonna tell my story Tried to ignore it, but they always stressing me It's like they wanna see me cry, tryin to make me bleed I got my, pride, that's somethin they can't take from me I'd rather die before they see me on my fucking knees Look in my eyes and tell me there's a chick that's touching me You's a fucking lie, motherfuckers can't get enough of me Luckily I know that I'm great, got my mind straight I be O-T with a NY mind state, nigga [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Killa, uh Coke we move in Nevada, you who, hoot, and you holla Aluminium, doing 'em Boom(?), a human pinata We consuming them dollars Hula-hoops on the coupe, new to scoop on the boots You assuming they Prada They Ferragamo, tato, we got more pride Mano a mano, business where ya whore hides Get them sore thighs, she like my .45 And my .45 same color as fluoride I got more rides, glide, we some raw buyers Listen to Kan', you 'bout to get ya jaw wired This is war war 'til you niggas call sire D.O.A., call M.O.P., I need more FIYYYAH!! That's Billy and Fizzy, them niggas really get busy It'll be really a rizzy, Mac-milli, silly on sizzies Chinchilly when chilly I just grin, I gotta be winning They all biting, Manilly Vanillies I just drive 'em really bonkers When I cop that silly Tonka Toy truck-like size, they say I really conquered (what else?) Live in Harlem, play the Bronx Them hills in Yonkers I ain't just big Will, nigga I'm Willy Wonka No Charlie or chocolate, just (?) a profit DS, TS, probably a mob hit, Killa [Outro: Cam'ron] Killa Dipset, Terror Squad Joey Krills, Macho, Remy Santana, Jim Jones Bronx, Harlem, Uptown You already know what it is, man We own this shit The Don of Dons, get at me Crack