New York (Feat. Fat Joe And Jadakiss)

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ******* I'm from New York

I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ******* I'm from New York

I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk

And I know

Y'all *******z is *******, poonani, *******

Your monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride

You're print distrified, you're no longer desired

So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire

I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane

Let each coast bang, let west coast bang

And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel

To every hood possible, pu*******n' through in the sky blue

Back with the Gods you now, preferably the 4 pound

Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound

Tryin' to catch the ears of *******z that's runnin' their mouths

I might get my Brooklyn *******z to run in your house

I don't really understand what the runnin's about

But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out

Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport

'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ******* I'm from New York

And you can tell the way the homie spit, that *******, I'm from New York

I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New York

And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause *******, I'm from New York

And this is how we do

*******, 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 maze is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK spit

But we know this investigatin', and they ain't spray *******t

Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like

"Naw *******, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"

True Story, I'm bringin' the T back

Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back

My ******* Dre said grind cook

Now we killin' them Howard *******z

Who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book?

Got ******* on top of the Phantom

And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn

Cook coke, crack, *******z fiend for that

And you already know the X is where the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ******* I'm from New York

Ruff Ryde, and D block and *******t, ******* ******* what you thought

And you can't take *******t for granted, because life is too short

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ******* I'm from New York

And this is how we do

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a *******

Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich

It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed

For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light their spliffs

And that coke will get you a long time

But when I let 'em know the **** 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 a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles

Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old rifles

Just doin' *******t for nothin, it's so spiteful

Ha I'm just like you

Word that *******z wanna murk you is in the air

A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air

And I'm not *******y, I'm confident

So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ******* I'm from New York

And you can tell the way the homie spit, 'cause ******* I'm from New York!

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ******* I'm from New York

I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk

And this is how we do!