Ja Rule con Fat Joe & Jadakiss New York Lyrics

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n____ 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____ 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____z is p____, poonani, +v_____+
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 each 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____z that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn n____z 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, n____ I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, That n____, 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____, I'm from New York (New York)
(And this is how we do)

n____ I can see the c__e 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 s___
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw n____, 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____ Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them Hard n____z, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got b____es on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook c__e, crack, n____z fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n____ I'm from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryde, and D-Block and s___, n____ f___ what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take s___ for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n____ I'm from New York
(Aha, and this is how we do)

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a b____
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 c__e 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 t__le, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin s___ for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just like you
Word that n____z wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not c___y, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment