New York

Ja Rule
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigg* 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, nigg* I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)

Ja Rule
Yall is p*ssy, 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 four pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn 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, just for sport
Cuz we ain't playin up here in New York

Fat Joe
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigg* I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigg*, 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, cuz nigg*, I'm from New York (New York)
(And this is how we do)

Fat Joe
nigg* 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 s**t
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigg*, Joe gonna let em loose on me"
True Story, I'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to "Lean Back"
My nigg* Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them hard , who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got girls on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at

Jadakiss
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigg* I'm from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryde, and D-Block and s**t, nigg* fk what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take s**t for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigg* I'm from New York
(Aha! And this is how we do)

Jadakiss
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a b*tch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe two or three 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 the title, cuz I'm in the hood like them low motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin s**t for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha, I'm just like you
Word that wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not c*cky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

Jadakiss
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigg* I'm from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryde, and D-Block and s**t, nigg* fk what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take s**t for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigg* I'm from New York
(Aha! And this is how we do)