New York

作词 : Cartagena, Joseph Anthony

作曲 : Cartagena, Joseph Anthony

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, b***h 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, b***h 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 niggas is b*****s, poonani, (V****a)

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

And Rule gonna bring the ghetto g****l

To every 'hood possible, pus*in through in the sky blue

Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound

Slugs flyin at the speed of sound

Trying 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 runnin'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, b***h 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)

B***h I can see the coke in your nose

This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe

I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York （New York）

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 shit

Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like

Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me

True Story, I'm bringin the T back

Even Roy Jones was forced to （Lean Back）

My nigga Dre said grind, cook

Now we killing them Howard niggas, who said I must have found Pun's rhyme book

Got niggas 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

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, b***h I'm from New York (New York)

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a b***h

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 shit 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 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 yak and the purple is in the air

And I'm not c**ky, I'm confident

So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, b***h I'm from New York (New York)

And you can tell the way the homie spit, cause b***h I'm from New York!

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, b***h I'm from New York

I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk..

（Aha!） And this is how we do!