Karaoké New York Ja Rule & Fat Joe & Jadakiss

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Hah hah hah

This is, this is, this is

This is, this is

Uh

This is, this is

I got a hundred guns

Uh

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

You talk, and I know

Y'all niggas is pussy

Punani, vagina

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 niggas that's runnin' they mouths

I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house

I don't really understand what the runnin's about but we hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out

Leavin' 'em laid out dead and just for sport 'cos 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

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

'Cos 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 Ma$e is back

I think I'd much rather find a ménage

And everybody talkin' crazy how they AK spit but we done did some 'vestigatin' and they ain't spray shit

Not me, I'm the truth homie

Got the industry shook

Like Nah nigga Joe gon' 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 hard

Niggas said I must've 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

Niggas fiend for that

And you already know the X is where the team be at oh

I got a hundred guns

A hundred clips

Nigga I'm from New York

New York

Ruff Rydin', D-Block and shit

Nigga fuck what you thought

You thought

And you can't take shit for granted 'cos life is too short

Too short

I got a hundred guns

A hundred clips

Nigga I'm from New York and this is how we do

I swear it couldn't be sweeter

Life's a bitch

Dependin' 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 'till 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 'cos 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

Ah I'm just like you

Word that niggas 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

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

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

And this is how we do

And this is how we do