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)
Ovo je, ovo je ...
Ovo je, ovo je ...
Imam stotinu pištolja, stotinu isječaka
[CHORUS: JA Pravilo]
Imam stotinu pištolja, stotinu isječaka
Nigga Ja sam iz New Yorka (New York)
Dobio sam poluautomatsko taj pljusak
Sljedeći put kad razgovarate (razgovarate)
Imam stotinu pištolja, stotinu isječaka
Nigga Ja sam iz New Yorka (New York)
Dobio sam poluautomatsko taj pljusak
Sljedeći put kad razgovarate (razgovarate)
(I ja znam)
[Stih 1: JA Pravilo]
Y'all niggas je maca, punani, vagina
Vaš monolog se umori, sada je vrijeme za vožnju
Pripravnik ste otpušteni, više ne želite
Tako skinite blesave lance, vratite se na žicu
Gorim; Harley umočen u oktan
Neka East Coast Bang, neka zapad Coast Bang
I vladati Gon 'donijeti geto evanđelje
Svakom kapuljaču mogući kroz nebo plavo
Natrag s bogovima, sada, po mogućnosti četiri funta
Puževi lete brzinom zvuka
Pokušati uhvatiti uši crnaca koje trče usta
Mogao bih dobiti moje brooklyn crnke da trče u tvojoj kući
Ne razumijem što je trčanje
Ali mi smo lovci, ponosimo se emitiranjem našeg plijena
Ostavljajući ih slovo, mrtav, u samo sportu
Zato što se ne sviđamo ovdje u New Yorku
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Imam stotinu pištolja, stotinu isječaka
Nigga, ja sam iz New Yorka (New York)
I možete reći način na koji homie pljuje
Ta nigga, ja sam iz New Yorka (New York)
Imam stotinu načina da se stignem
Da, ja sam iz New Yorka (New York)
I možete reći da dobijem stvarno neznanje
Izazvati Niggu, ja sam iz New Yorka (New York)
(A to je kako radimo)
[Stih 2: masti joe]
Nigga, mogu vidjeti koks u nosu
Ovo nije film, čak je i dobio glavu puhao na globusu
I upravo sam htio pronaći Boga
Ali sada je povratak majka
I svi govore ludi kako su pljuvani
Ali učinili smo neki istraživali, a oni ne šalju sranje
Ne ja, ja sam istina, homie, ima li industriju
Naw, nigga, Joe Gon
Prava priča, donosim leđa
Čak je i Roy Jones bio prisiljen nagnuti se natrag
Moj crnac je rekao: "Grind, kuhati"
Sada ih teško ubijamo
Niggas je rekao da sam našao Rhyme knjigu
Dobio je kučke na vrhu fantom
I Pinky je dobio bling, poput prstena oko Saturna
Kuhajte koks pukotine, niggas fiid za to
I vi već znate X je mjesto gdje je tim u, uhh
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Imam stotinu pištolja, stotinu isječaka
Nigga, ja sam iz New Yorka (New York)
Ruff ryde i d-blok i sranje
Nigga, jebi što si mislio (mislio si)
I ne možete uzeti sranje zdravo za gotovo
Jer život je prekratak (prekratak)
Imam stotinu pištolja, stotinu isječaka
Nigga, ja sam iz New Yorka
(Haaaeeh! A to je kako radimo)
[Stih 3: Jadakiss]
Kunem se da ne može biti slađe, život je kuja
Ovisno o tome kako je tretirati, možda ćete se bogati
Zajamčeno je da ćete gon 'umrijeti, možda ćete propustiti
Jer možda dva ili tri sata, dok ne lažu oni spliffs
I da će te koks dugo vremena
Ali kad ja dopustim da znam da je droga van, to je kao Amerika online
Mudar je probudio i znaš da kažu da je to zaslužio
Kad god umreš s otvorenim očima
Još uvijek držim naslov, jer sam u haubi
Poput njih mali motocikli
Stavite djecu hoppin s njima starih pušaka
Samo radiš sranje za ništa, to je tako zlobno, ha, ja sam poput tebe
Riječ koja niggas želi biti u zraku
Dvostruki udarac 'GAC i ljubičasta je u zraku
I nisam samouvjeren, uvjeren sam
Dakle, kad mi kažeš da sam najbolji, to je kompliment
Ha-haaeeeh!
[CHORUS / OUTRO: JA Pravilo, Fat Joe, (Jadakiss) i sve]
Imam stotinu pištolja, stotinu isječaka
Nigga, ja sam iz New Yorka, New York
I možete reći način na koji homie pljuje
Ta nigga ja sam iz New Yorka, New York
(Imam stotinu pištolja, stotinu isječaka
Nigga, ja sam iz New Yorka, New Yorka)
Dobio sam poluautomatsko taj pljusak
Sljedeći put kad razgovarate, razgovarate
(A to je kako radimo)