Ja Rule, Fat Joe, Jadakiss - New York lyrics

This is, this is, this, this is, this is
This is, this is i got a hundred guns

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York, New York
I got a semi-automatic that spit's
Next time if you talk, you talk
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York, New York
I got a semi-automatic that spit's
Next time if you talk, you talk and I know

Y'all niggas is pussy, punani, vagina
Your monologue's getting tired
Now it's time to ride apprentice, you fired
You're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains
Put back on your wire
I'm on fire Harley dipped in octane
Let East Coast bang, let West Coast bang
And Rule gon' bring the ghetto gospel (Ooh)


To every hood possible
Pushing through in the sky blue
Back with the Gods, you now
Preferably the four pound
Slugs flying at the speed of sound
Tryna catch the ears of niggas
That's running they mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggas
To run in your house
I don't really understand what
The running's about but we hunters
We take pride in airing our prey out
Leaving 'em laid out dead in just a sport
'Cause we ain't playing up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga I'm from New York, New York
(Yes, hahaha)
And you can tell the way the homie spit (Woo)
That nigga I'm from New York, New York
(BX, BX, uh)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip (Uh, uh)
Yes, I'm from New York, New York (Yes, uh)
And you can tell I get real ignorant
(Blat, blat, blat, blat)
'Cause nigga I'm from New York, New York
And this is how we do

Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie
Even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find God
But now that Ma$e is back
I think I'd much rather find a ménage
And everybody talking crazy how they AK spit
But we done did some 'vestigating
And they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth, homie
Got the industry shook like, "Naw, nigga
Joe gon' let 'em loose on me"
True story, I'm bringing the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back
(Lean back)
My nigga Dre said, "grind, Cook"
Now we killing them hard
Niggas said I must've found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling like
The ring around Saturn
Cook Coke Crack, niggas fiend for that
And you already know the X is
Where the team be at, uhh

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York, New York (yeah)
Ruff Rydin', D-Block and shit
Nigga, fuck what you thought, you thought
(A ha) and you can't take shit for granted
'Cause life is too short, too short (yeah)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
(Uh, yeah)
Nigga, I'm from New York (Uh, ah heh)
And this is how we do

Yo, I swear it couldn't be sweeter
Life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her
You might get rich
It's guaranteed you gon' die
You might get missed
For maybe two or three hours
'til they light they spliffs
And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out
It's like America Online wise has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it
Whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold the title
'Cause I'm in the hood
Like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids hoppin' out
With them old rifles
Just doing shit for nothin'
It's so spiteful, ha, i'm just like you
Word that niggas wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of 'gnac and the
Purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm
The best it's a compliment ha heh!

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York, New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit
That nigga I'm from New York, New York
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York, New York
I got a semi-automatic that spit's
Next time if you talk (Ah heh)
And this is how we do