[Hook - 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]



                      Yall 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 each 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

                    [Hook - 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 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

                    [Hook - 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, 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)

                    [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 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

                    [Hook - 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, 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)