New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
To every hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue

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

Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York

And this is how we do
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out
Ha I'm just like you
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New York

I don't really understand what the runnin's about
And you can tell the way the homie spit, 'cause nigga I'm from New York!

And this is how we do

So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
Your monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
And you already know the X is where the team be at
True Story, I'm bringin' the T back
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
Wise has awoken, and you know they say that
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house
But we know this investigatin', and they ain't spray shit
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York

This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find God
Now we killin' them Howard niggaz
Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back
And I know
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New York

Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident

Back with the Gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
"You deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open"
And that coke will get you a long time
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn

Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired

Let each coast bang, let west coast bang
Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
Just doin' shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light their spliffs
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed

Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin' their mouths
My nigga Dre said grind cook
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
Who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book?

Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old rifles
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York
And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK spit
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that