I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
 [bad word] 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,
 [bad word] 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 niggaz is [bad word]  [bad word]   [bad word] 
 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 east coast bang, let west coast bang
 [bad word] 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 niggaz [bad word] their mouths
 I might get my Brooklyn niggaz [bad word] in your house
 I don't really understand what [bad word] 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,
 [bad word] I'm from New York (New York)
 And you can tell the way the homie spit,
 That [bad word]  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 [bad word]  I'm from New York (New York)
 (And this is how we do)

 [bad word] 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 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 [bad word]  Not me, I'm the [bad word] homie, got the industry shook like
 "Naw [bad word]  Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
 [bad word] Story, I'm bringin the T back
 Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
 My [bad word] Dre said grind cook
 Now we killin them Howard niggaz,
 who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
 Got [bad word] on top of the Phantom
 And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
 Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
 And you already know the x is where the team be at

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

 I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a [bad word]  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 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 a title, because I'm in the hood
 like them little motorcycles
 Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
 Just doin [bad word] for nothin, it's so spiteful
 Ha I'm just like you
 Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
 double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
 And I'm not [bad word]  I'm confident
 So when you tell me I'm the best it's [bad word] 
 I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
 [bad word] I'm from New York (New York)
 [bad word] Ryde), and (D-Block) and [bad word] 
 [bad word] [bad word] what you thought (you thought)
 And you can't take [bad word] for granted,
 because life is too short (too short)
 I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
 [bad word] I'm from New Yor