| I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
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| Nigga I’m from New York (New York)
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| I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk
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| (you talk)
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| I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
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| Nigga I’m from New York (New York)
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| I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk
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| (you talk)
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| (And I know)
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| Yall niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
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| Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it’s time to ride
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| You’re print distrified, you’re no longer desired
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| So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
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| I’m on fire, holly dipped in octane
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| Let east coast bang, let west coast bang
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| And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
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| To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
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| Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
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| Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
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| Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that’s runnin their mouths
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| I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house
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| I don’t really understand what the runnin’s about
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| But we’re hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
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| Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
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| 'cause we ain’t playin up here in New York
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| I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
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| Nigga I’m from New York (New York)
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| And you can tell the way the homie spit,
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| That nigga, I’m from New York (New York)
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| I got a hundred ways to make a grip,
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| Yes, I’m from New York (New York)
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| And you can tell I get real ignorant,
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| 'cause nigga, I’m from New York (New York)
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| (And this is how we do)
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| Nigga I can see the coke in your nose
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| This ain’t a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
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| And I was just about to find god
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| But now that Ma$e is back,
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| I think I’d much rather find a menage
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| And everybody talkin crazy how they’re AK spit
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| But we know this investigatin, and they ain’t spray shit
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| Not me, I’m the truth homie, got the industry shook like
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| Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me True Story, I’m bringin the T back
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| Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
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| My nigga Dre said grind cook
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| Now we killin them Howard niggaz,
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| who said I must of found Pun’s rhyme book
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| Got bitches on top of the Phantom
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| And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
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| Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
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| And you already know the x is where the team be at
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| I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
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| Nigga I’m from New York (New York)
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| (Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit,
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| Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
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| And you can’t take shit for granted,
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| because life is too short (too short)
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| I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
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| Nigga I’m from New York
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| (Aha, and this is how we do)
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| I swear it couldn’t be sweeter, Life’s a bitch
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| Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
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| It’s guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
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| For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
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| And that coke will get you a long time
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| But when I let 'em know the dope is out,
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| it’s like America Online
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| Wise has awoken
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| And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
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| I still hold a title, because I’m in the hood
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| like them little motorcycles
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| Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
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| Just doin shit for nothin, it’s so spiteful
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| Ha I’m just like you
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| Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
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| A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
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| And I’m not cocky, I’m confident
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| So when you tell me I’m the best it’s a compliment
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| I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
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| Nigga I’m from New York (New York)
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| (Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit,
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| Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
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| And you can’t take shit for granted,
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| because life is too short (too short)
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| I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
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| Nigga I’m from New York
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| (Aha, and this is how we do) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New York , by - Ja Rule. Song from the album R.U.L.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп