New York

And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New York
But we know this investigatin', and they ain't spray shit

Let each coast bang, let west coast bang

Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
Now we killin' them Howard niggaz
I don't really understand what the runnin's about
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
Wise has awoken, and you know they say that
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out
And you already know the X is where the team be at

But now that maze is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

To every hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue
And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK spit
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin' their mouths

My nigga Dre said grind cook
Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And that coke will get you a long time
Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound

Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York

And this is how we do
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
Just doin' shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
And this is how we do
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch

It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles

Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light their spliffs
And you can tell the way the homie spit, 'cause nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
"You deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open"
Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
And I know

And I'm not cocky, I'm confident

You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New York
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel

Back with the Gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
Ha I'm just like you

This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
True Story, I'm bringin' the T back
Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose
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
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old rifles
Who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book?
And I was just about to find God
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short
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