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)

Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina
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 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 that's runnin' their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz 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
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)

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 Mase 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 killin' them Howard niggaz
Who said I must of 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, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the X is where the team be at

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
Because life is too short
(Too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York
(Aha, and this is how we do)

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 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' shit for nothin', it's so spiteful
Ha, I'm just like you
Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak 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

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
Aha, and this is how we do