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)