《New York》歌词

[00:00:18] i got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n***a i'm from new york （new york）

[00:00:25] i got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk （you talk）

[00:00:30] i got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n***a i'm from new york （new york）

[00:00:35] i got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk （you talk）

[00:00:41] （and i know）

[00:00:41] yall niggaz is pussy, poonani, （vagina）

[00:00:43] your （monologue's） getting tired, now it's time to ride

[00:00:46] you're print distrified, you're no longer desired

[00:00:48] so take off them silly chains, put back on your wire

[00:00:51] i'm on fire, holly dipped in octane

[00:00:54] let east coast bang, let west coast bang

[00:00:56] and rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel

[00:00:59] to every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue

[00:01:01] back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound

[00:01:04] slugs flyin at the speed of sound

[00:01:06] tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths

[00:01:09] i might get my brooklyn niggaz to run in your house

[00:01:11] i don't really understand what the runnin's about

[00:01:14] but we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out

[00:01:17] leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport

[00:01:19] 'cause we ain't playin up here in new york

[00:01:22] i got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n***a i'm from new york （new york）

[00:01:39] and you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, i'm from new york （new york）

[00:01:44] nigga i can see the coke in your nose

[00:01:46] this ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe

[00:01:46] i got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, i'm from new york （new york）

[00:01:47] and i was just about to find god

[00:01:49] but now that ma$e is back, i think i'd much rather find a menage

[00:01:53] and everybody talkin crazy how they're ak spit

[00:01:55] but we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit

[00:01:58] not me, i'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like

[00:02:01] "naw nigga, joe gonna let 'em loose on me"

[00:02:04] true story, i'm bringin the t back

[00:02:06] even roy jones was forced to （lean back）

[00:02:08] my n***a dre said grind cook

[00:02:11] now we killin them howard niggaz, who said i must of found pun's rhyme book

[00:02:14] got B*****s on top of the phantom

[00:02:16] and the pinky got bling, like the ring around saturn

[00:02:19] cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that

[00:02:21] and you already know the x is where the team be at

[00:02:24] i got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n***a i'm from new york （new york）

[00:02:45] i swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch

[00:02:48] depending on how you treat her, you might get rich

[00:02:49] it's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed

[00:02:52] for maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs

[00:02:55] and that coke will get you a long time

[00:02:58] but when i let 'em know the d**e is out, it's like america online

[00:03:00] wise has awoken

[00:03:01] and you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open

[00:03:05] i still hold a title, because i'm in the hood like them little motorcycles

[00:03:09] stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles

[00:03:12] just doin s**t for nothin, it's so spiteful

[00:03:14] ha i'm just like you

[00:03:16] word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air

[00:03:18] a double shot of yak and the purple is in the air

[00:03:21] and i'm not cocky, i'm confident

[00:03:23] so when you tell me i'm the best it's a compliment

[00:03:26] i got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n***a i'm from new york （new york）

[00:03:31] and you can tell the way the homie spit, cause n***a i'm from new york!

[00:03:36] i got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n***a i'm from new york

[00:03:41] i got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk..

[00:03:45] （aha!） and this is how we do!