New York Lyrics

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga I'm from New York
(New York)
I got a semi-automatic
That spits 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 spits next time if you talk
(And I know)

Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani, Vagina
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 East Coast bang, let West Coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushin' 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 niggaz that's runnin' their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz 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
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 ways to make a grip
Yes, I'm from New York
(New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant
'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 Mase 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 shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
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True Story, I'm bringin' the T back, even Roy Jones
Was forced to Lean Back, My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin' them Howard niggaz
Who said I must of 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, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the X is where the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga I'm from New York
(New York)
Ruff Ryde and D-Block and shit
Nigga fuck what you thought
(You thought)

And you can't take shit for granted
Because life is too short
(Too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha and this is how we do)

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 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 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 a title because I'm in the hood
Like them little motorcycles, stick up kids
Hoppin' out with them old rifles, just doin' shit
For nothin', it's so spiteful, ha I'm just like you

Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak 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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga I'm from New York
(New York)
Ruff Ryde and D-Block and shit
Nigga fuck what you thought
(You thought)

And you can't take shit for granted
Because life is too short
(Too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha and this is how we do)