In the night, usually Jahron and his few friends like to go out and have fun. A lot of the times, its a drug fueled , alcohol heavy fun time. Just this one weekend though , Jahron decided to finally just take a break from the drugs and alcohol and settle down with Addy. He went to her place to pick her up. Once he got there , he stayed in his car for a bit to think about what he was gonna say , and then he thought "Why am I going to all this trouble for this girl ? I'm dressing nice , I'm wasting money , I'm driving to her house , I don't know what I'm doing"
After this small discussion with himself , he went up to her door and knocked three times. He waited patiently , and once the door was opened , he was amazed. She look more beautiful than he'd ever possibly imagine. She was wearing a tight red dress that showed perfectly her flat stomach , nice curvy body and legs. She was also wearing an amazing pearl necklace and some nice diamond earrings. She walked down her small front porch apartment steps and said hi to Jahron. He couldn't keep his eyes off her , even without make up , she looked like the most beautiful person alive to him. "Jahron , look at my eyes" ! she exclaimed at him once she saw him looking carefully at every single part of her body.
"I'm sorry , let's go , I made reservations at this nice restaurant downtown and I think you'll like it" he responded.
"Alright , let's go" she said enthusiastically. Jahron then proceeded to open the door of his 2015 Mercedez-Benz CLA-Class for Addy. Once she sat down , he went through the front of the car and looked at Addy struggling to put on her seat belt and smiled. He went to his side door and got in , turned on the ignition , and pulled out of the parking of her apartment complex. Once in the car , Jahron turned on the radio and asked what she liked.
"I'll basically listen to whatever besides country , opera , and techno" she said with a giggle. So Jahron put his aux cord in , took out his music and the song N.Y. State of Mind by Nas started playing and the lyrics went "[Intro:]
Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?)
(Word, it's time nigga?)
Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin)
Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap
Where fake niggaz don't make it back
I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now
[Verse 1:]
Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
