I got a hundred guns,
a hundred clips
N****, 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
N****, I'm from
New York, New York
I got a semi-automatic
that spits
Next time if you
talk, you talk
Y'all n***** is p****,
p*****, v*****
Your monologue's
gettin' 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
Highly dipped in octane
Let East Coast bang,
let West Coast bang
And Rule gon' bring
the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible,
pushin' through in
the sky blue
Back with the
God-U-now, preferably
the four pound
Slugs flyin' at the
speed of sound
Tryna catch the ears
of n***** that's runnin'
they mouths
I might get my Brooklyn
n***** 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
Leavin' 'em laid out
dead and just for sport
'Cause we ain't playin'
up here in New York
I got a hundred guns,
a hundred clips
N**** I'm from
New York, New York
And you can tell the
way the homie spit
That n**** 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 n**** I'm from
New York, New York
And this is how we do
N****, 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 'eybody talkin'
crazy how they AK spit
But we don' did some
'vestigating and they
ain't spray s***
Not me, I'm the truth
homie, got the
industry shook
Like, "Naw n****,
Joe gon' let 'em
loose on me"
True story, I'm
bringin' the T back
Even Roy Jones
was forced to lean
back
My n**** Dre said,
"grind Cook", now
we killin' them hard
N***** said I must've
found Pun's rhyme book
Got b****** on
top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling
like the ring around
Saturn
Cook, C***, C****,
n***** fiend for that
And you already know
the X is where the
team be at
I got a hundred guns,
a hundred clips
N****, I'm from
New York, New York
Ruff Rydin',
D-Block and s***
N****, f**** what you
thought, you thought
And you can't take
s*** for granted
'Cause life is too
short, too short
I got a hundred guns,
a hundred clips
N****, I'm from
New York
Yo, I swear it couldn't
be sweeter,
life's a b****
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 s*** for
nothin', it's so spiteful,
ha, I'm just like you
Word that n*****
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
I got a hundred
guns, a hundred clips
N****, I'm from
New York, New York
And you can tell the
way the homie spit
That n**** I'm from
New York, New York
I got a hundred guns,
a hundred clips
N****, I'm from
New York, New York
I got a semi-automatic
that spits
Next time if you talk
And this is how we do