The Game - New York lyrics

(Demon Voice) New Jersey Devil (the game) Yeah muthaf**kers It's the muthaf**kin Game Gu, gu,...gu,gu,gu,gu, G-Unit I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips n***a I'm in New York (New York) Wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips Whenever I'm in New York (New York) I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips n***a, I'm in New York (New York) Ride wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips Whenever I'm in New York (New York) Everybody wanna know why he got beat 'Cause in my dreams I talked to 'Pac and B.I.G Got on the plane hopin that the NYC It's me behind these bars like Chi-Ali n***as want me to D-i-e Been there done that Woke up from a coma on 3 IV's Eyes on the thrown, somebody in my seat Fiddlin with rap like Miri Ben-ari I scoop up squares, drive thru the Bronx and get Jada on the phone My next stop is Yonkers After that its Harlem, why? 'Cause im a certified gangsta And Jim Jones' throwin a Blood party Red bandanas from 93rd to 115th and Lennex It's the sequel to Menace Oh Lord he then went "Oh dog" Made 50's beef his and knocked 'em both off (Chorus) New aftermath chain on, master bling Stones yellow and black he a Latin King Mela mak king ton efala se mon Translation: I get money off ringtones King Blood, even though I used to sling d** when i see snoop he tell me "Keep doin your thing 'cause" I do it because I love it Do it for the n***as that don't know the difference between 'Chuck Taylors' and chuckers I'm a gangsta tell Remi Martin I wanna f**k her Thats what I call a championship game out in ruckers Ja rule want beef, change the subject You ain't got no stars like the flag of the Dominican Republic After Angie's show I was fiendin to get a bus And catch a cab to Housten and ask any n***a hustlin I ain't got to live in New York all my life to know the A and D train go to Washington Heights (Chorus) Left the VMA awards, went back to the hood Streets is talkin, Game got slapped by suge False, I was face to face wit him Media wanna criticize the game Like he had Ma$e wit him He a hood n***a that ain't ever try to snake n***as Walk thru the 5 boroughs never had jake with him Bake it any way you want, ain't no cupcake in him Even Diddy know, I make the city glow Never had an album, never had his own video I was sellin crack while Ja was watchin 50 blow White tee shirt, converse and my dickies on Signed wit Dre recorded 150 songs Now the f**kin hip hop police hatin Tryin to run me outta New York like Anthony Mason n***a I'll come and erase you Only n***a from california That'll come from the tongue wit a race (Chorus)