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)

Y'all 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 each 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 four 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$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 [bad word] 
Not me, I'm the [bad word] homie, got the industry shook like

Naw [bad word]  Joe gonna let 'em lose 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 two or three 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 on line

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

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