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New York

Ja Rule,Fat Joe,Jadakiss
[04:18.22]·
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[00:08.64] Uh

[00:10.77] This is, this is, this is, this is, this is

[00:14.23] Uh

[00:15.56] This is, this is

[00:17.42] I got a hundred guns, uh

[00:20.08] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

[00:21.96] Nigga, I'm from New York, New York

[00:25.15] I got a semi-automatic that spits

[00:27.54] Next time if you talk, you talk

[00:30.20] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

[00:32.60] Nigga, I'm from New York, New York

[00:35.52] I got a semi-automatic that spits

[00:37.93] Next time if you talk, you talk

[00:40.85] And I know

[00:41.66] Y'all niggas is pussy, punani, vagina

[00:43.51] Your monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride

[00:45.69] Apprentice, you fired, you're no longer desired

[00:48.40] So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire

[00:51.09] I'm on fire, Harley dipped in octane

[00:54.28] Let East Coast bang, let West Coast bang

[00:56.67] And Rule gon' bring the ghetto gospel

[00:58.80] To every hood possible, pushing through in the sky blue

[01:01.75] Back with the Gods, you now, preferably the four pound

[01:04.72] Slugs flying at the speed of sound

[01:06.58] Tryna catch the ears of niggas that's running their mouths

[01:09.24] I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house

[01:11.91] I don't really understand what the running's about

[01:14.29] But we're hunters, we take pride in airing our prey out

[01:16.98] Leaving 'em laid out dead, and just a sport

[01:19.37] 'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York

[01:22.02] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

[01:24.16] Nigga, I'm from New York, New York

[01:27.10] And you can tell the way that homie spit

[01:29.23] That, nigga, I'm from New York, New York (BX, BX, nigga, uh)

[01:32.42] I got a hundred ways to make a grip

[01:34.31] Yes, I'm from New York, New York (yes, uh)

[01:37.50] And you can tell I get real ignorant

[01:39.35] 'Cause, nigga, I'm from New York, New York

[01:42.54] And this is how we do

[01:43.87] Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose

[01:45.46] This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe

[01:47.87] And I was just about to find God

[01:49.74] But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a ménage

[01:52.96] And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK spit

[01:55.63] But we done did some investigatin', and they ain't spray shit

[01:58.29] Not me, I'm the truth, homie, got the industry shook like

[02:01.48] "Nah, nigga, Joe gon' let 'em loose on me"

[02:03.88] True story, I'm bringing the T back

[02:06.27] Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back (lean back)

[02:08.94] My nigga Dre said, "Grind, cook"

[02:10.52] Now we killing 'em hard

[02:11.86] Niggas sayin' I must've found Pun's rhyme book

[02:14.25] Got bitches on top of the Phantom

[02:16.37] And the pinky got bling like the ring around Saturn

[02:19.29] Cook Coke Crack, niggas fiend for that

[02:21.42] And you already know the X is where the team be at, uh

[02:24.07] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

[02:25.93] Nigga, I'm from New York, New York (yeah)

[02:29.12] Ruff Rydin', D-Block and shit

[02:30.98] Nigga, fuck what you thought, you thought

[02:34.17] And you can't take shit for granted

[02:36.56] 'Cause life is too short, too short (yeah)

[02:39.23] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips (uh, yeah)

[02:41.42] Nigga, I'm from New York

[02:44.07] And this is how we do

[02:45.67] Yo, I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch

[02:47.26] Dependin' on how you treat her, you might get rich

[02:49.92] It's guaranteed you gon' die, and you might get missed

[02:52.31] For maybe two or three hours, 'til they light they spliffs

[02:54.97] And that coke will get you a long time

[02:57.36] But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online

[03:00.28] Wise has awoken, and you know they say that you deserved it

[03:03.47] Whenever you die with your eyes open

[03:05.64] I still hold the title, 'cause I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles

[03:09.36] Stick up kids hoppin' out with the old rifles

[03:12.02] Just doing shit for nothin', it's so spiteful, ha, I'm just like you

[03:15.76] Word that niggas wanna murk you is in the air

[03:18.42] A double shot of 'gnac and the purple is in the air

[03:21.09] And I'm not cocky, I'm confident

[03:23.20] So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

[03:25.87] Ah-ha

[03:26.68] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

[03:28.01] Nigga, I'm from New York, New York

[03:30.93] And you can tell the way that homie spit

[03:32.79] That, nigga, I'm from New York, New York

[03:36.28] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

[03:38.40] Nigga, I'm from New York, New York

[03:41.32] I got a semi-automatic that spits

[03:43.71] Next time if you talk (ah-ha)

[03:46.12] And this is how we do