Ja Rule - New York, New York lyrics

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Ja Rule - New York, New York lyrics

[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) (And I know) Yall n***az is p**y, 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 n***az that's runnin their mouths I might get my Brooklyn n***az 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 [Fat Jo:] 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 (bx bx) 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) 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 they're AK spit But we know this investigatin, 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 bringin the T back Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back) My n***a Dre said grind cook Now we k**in them Howard n***az, who said I must of 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***az fiend for that And you already know the x is where the team be at [Jadakiss:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n***a I'm from New York (New York) (Ruff Ryde), and (D-Blockin') 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) 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 2 or 3 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 a title, because I'm in the hood like them low motorcycles Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles Just doin sh** for nothin, it's so spiteful Ha I'm just like you Word that n***az 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 (Aha) I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n***a I'm from New York (New York) Ruff Ryder, D- Block and sh**, n***a f** what you thought (you thought) And you cant take sh** for granted coz life is too short (too short) Got a hundred guns a hundred clips, n***a I'm from New York (Aha) And this is how we do.