[Hook: Ja Rule]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
n***a 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***a I'm from New York, New York
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk, you talk
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
And I know, y'all n***as is p**y, punani, vagina
Your Monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride
Apprentice you're fired, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire; Harley 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 flying at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of n***as that's running their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn n***as 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
Leaving 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
Cause we ain't playing up here in New York
[Hook: Fat Joe]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
n***a I'm from New York, New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit
That n***a 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***a, I'm from New York, New York
(And this is how we do)
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
n***a, 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 menage
And everybody talkin' crazy how their AK spit
But we done did some investigating, and they ain't spray sh**
Not me, I'm the truth, homie. Got the industry shook like, "Naw, n***a, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
True story, I'm bringing the team back
Even Roy Jones was forced to Lean Back
My n***a Dre said grind cook. Now we k**in them hard, n***as said I must've found Pun's rhyme book
Got b**hes on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, n***as fiend for that
And you already know the X is where the team be at
[Hook: Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
n***a, I'm from New York, New York
Ruff Ryde, and D-Block and sh**
n***a, f** what you thought, you thought
And you can't take sh** for granted
Because life is too short, too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
n***a, I'm from New York
(Aha!, and this is how we do)
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a b**h
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe two or three hours, 'til 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 the title
Because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids hoppin' out with them old rifles, just doing sh** for nothing, it's so spiteful, ha, I'm just like you
Word that n***as wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of Yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not co*ky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
[Hook: Ja Rule, Jadakiss & Fat Joe]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
n***a, I'm from New York, New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit
That n***a I'm from New York, New York
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
n***a, I'm from New York, New York
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk, you talk
(And this is how we do)