Featuring Fat Joe & Jadakiss | This is, this is...
This is, this is...
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Featuring Fat Joe & Jadakiss | This is, this is...
This is, this is...
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga 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
Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Y'all niggas is pussy, punani, vagina
Your monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride
Apprentice you're fired, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire; Harley dipped in octane
Let East Coast bang, let West Coast bang
And Rule gon' bring the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushing through in the sky blue
Back with the Gods, you now, preferably the four pound
Slugs flying at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggas that's running their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house
I don't really understand what the running's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airing our prey out
Leaving 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
Cause we ain't playing up here in New York
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit
That nigga, 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 nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And this is how we do)
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Nigga, 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 talking crazy how they're AK spit
But we done did some investigating, and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth, homie, got the industry shook like
Naw, nigga, Joe gon' let 'em loose on me
True Story, I'm bringing the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to Lean Back
My nigga Dre said, "grind, Cook"
Now we killing them hard
Niggas said I must've found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook Coke Crack, niggas fiend for that
And you already know the X is where the team be at, uhh
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryde, and D-Block and shit
Nigga, fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted
Cause life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York
(HA-HAAAEEH! And this is how we do)
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gon' die, you might get missed
For maybe two or three hours, 'til they light they 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 the title, 'cause I'm in the hood
Like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids hoppin' out with them old rifles
Just doing shit for nothin', it's so spiteful, ha, I'm just like you
Word that niggas wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of 'gac and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
HA-HAAAEEH!
[Chorus/Outro: Ja Rule, Fat Joe, (Jadakiss) & All]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York, New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit
That nigga I'm from New York, New York
(I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York, New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk, you talk
(And this is how we do)
See on see ...
See on see ...
Ma sain sada relva, sada klippe
[Chorus: ja reegel]
Ma sain sada relva, sada klippe
Nigga ma olen New Yorgist (New York)
Ma sain poolautomaatse, mis sülitab
Järgmine kord, kui te räägite (sa räägid)
Ma sain sada relva, sada klippe
Nigga ma olen New Yorgist (New York)
Ma sain poolautomaatse, mis sülitab
Järgmine kord, kui te räägite (sa räägid)
(Ja ma tean)
[Salm 1: ja reegel]
Y'all niggas on tuss, punana, tupe
Teie monoloog on väsinud, nüüd on aeg sõita
Apprentice Sa vallandati, sa ei ole enam soovitav
Nii et võtke need rumalaketid maha, pange oma traadile tagasi
Ma olen tulekahju; Harley kastetakse oktaanani
Lase East Coast Bang, lase West Coast Bang
Ja valitsege Gon 'tuua geto evangeeliumi
Igale kapuutsele, surudes taevasse sinisesse
Tagasi jumalatega, nüüd, eelistatavalt neli naela
Slugs lendavad kiirusel heli
Proovige püüda niggas kõrvade kõrvu
Ma võin oma Brooklyn Niggas oma majas töötada
Ma tõesti ei mõista, mis töötab
Aga me oleme jahimehed, me oleme uhked meie saagi väljalülitamiseks
Lahkumine, surnud, lihtsalt spordis
Põhjus me ei mängi siin New Yorgis
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Ma sain sada relva, sada klippe
Nigga, ma olen New Yorgist (New York)
Ja sa võid öelda, kuidas homie sülitada
See nigga, ma olen New Yorgist (New York)
Ma sain sada viise haarde tegemiseks
Jah, ma olen New Yorgist (New York)
Ja sa võid öelda, et saan tõeliseks teadmatuks
Põhjus Nigga, ma olen New Yorgist (New York)
(Ja see on, kuidas me teeme)
[Salm 2: Fat Joe]
Nigga, ma näen oma nina koksi
See pole film, isegi ta sai oma pea maailmas puhutud
Ja ma olin lihtsalt Jumala leidmiseks
Aga nüüd, et ma $ e on tagasi, ma arvan, et ma palju pigem leida vange
Ja kõik räägivad hulluks, kuidas nad on AK Spit
Aga me tegime tegid mõned uurivad ja nad ei ole pihustama sitt
Mitte mina, ma olen tõde, homie, sain tööstusharu
Naw, Nigga, Joe Gon 'Olgu' em lahti mulle
Tõeline lugu, ma toome tagasi tagasi
Isegi Roy Jones oli sunnitud tagasi pöörduma
Minu nigga Dre ütles: "Grind, Cook"
Nüüd me tapsime neid kõvasti
Niggas ütles, et ma leidsin Pun riimide raamatu
Sain fantoomi peal olevaid emaseid
Ja roosakas sai, nagu ring ümber Saturni
Kokk koksi crack, niggas fiend jaoks
Ja sa tegid juba X-st, kus meeskond on kell, Uhh
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Ma sain sada relva, sada klippe
Nigga, ma olen New Yorgist (New York)
Ruff Ryde ja D-plokk ja sitt
Nigga, kurat, mida sa arvasid (sa arvasid)
Ja sa ei saa sitta enesestmõistetavaks võtta
Life on liiga lühike (liiga lühike)
Ma sain sada relva, sada klippe
Nigga, ma olen New Yorgist
(Ha-Haaaeeh! Ja see on, kuidas me teeme)
[Salm 3: Jadakiss]
Ma vannun, et see ei saa olla magusam, elu lits
Sõltuvalt sellest, kuidas sa teda kohtled, võite rikkaks
See on tagatud, et sa gon 'sureb, võite jääda
Võib-olla kaks või kolm tundi, "til nad valgustavad nad levivad
Ja see koks sulle kaua aega
Aga kui ma ütlen, et dope on väljas, see on nagu Ameerika võrgus
Tark on ärkanud ja sa tead, et nad ütlevad, et te seda teenisite
Kui sa sured oma silmadega lahti
Mul on ikka veel pealkiri, sest ma olen kapuuts
Nagu neile väikesed mootorrattad
Stick lapsed Hoppin välja nendega vana vintpüssi
Lihtsalt tehes sitta nothin ', see on nii kiuslik, ha, ma olen nagu sina
Sõna, et niggas wanna murk sa oled õhus
Kahekordne "GAC ja lilla on õhus
Ja ma ei ole cocky, ma olen kindel
Nii et kui sa ütled mulle ma olen parim see on kompliment
Ha-Haaaeeeeh!
[Chorus / Outro: ja reegel, rasva Joe, (Jadakiss) & All]
Ma sain sada relva, sada klippe
Nigga, ma olen New Yorgist, New York
Ja sa võid öelda, kuidas homie sülitada
Et nigga ma olen New Yorgist, New York
(Sain sada relva, sada klippe
Nigga, ma olen New Yorgist, New York)
Ma sain poolautomaatse, mis sülitab
Järgmine kord, kui te räägite, räägite
(Ja see on, kuidas me teeme)