Ja Rule - New York Lyrics

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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)

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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

"Naw nigga Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"

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)

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