I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ^!$$% 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, ^!$$% I'm from New York (New York)

I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)


(And I know)


Yall ^!$$%z is #~!!@, poonani, (##&*%$)

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 ^!$$%z that's runnin their mouths


I might get my Brooklyn ^!$$%z 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, ^!$$% I'm from New York (New York)

And you can tell the way the homie spit, That ^!$$%, I'm from New York (bx bx)


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 ^!$$%, I'm from New York (New York)

(And this is how we do)


^!$$% I can see the !@%!e 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 %#@!


Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like


"Naw ^!$$%, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"

True Story, I'm bringin the T back


Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)

My ^!$$% Dre said grind cook





Now we killin them Howard ^!$$%z, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book


Got (*##$es on top of the Phantom

And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn

Cook !@%!e, crack, ^!$$%z fiend for that


And you already know the x is where the team be at






I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ^!$$% I'm from New York (New York)

(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Blockin') and %#@!, ^!$$% $#&@ what you thought (you thought)


And you can't take %#@! for granted, because life is too short (too short)

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ^!$$% I'm from New York

(Aha, and this is how we do)

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a (*##$


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 !@%!e 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 low motorcycles

Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles

Just doin %#@! for nothin, it's so spiteful


Ha I'm just like you

Word that ^!$$%z wanna murk you is in the air

A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air

And I'm not @@#!y, I'm confident


So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment (Aha)

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ^!$$% I'm from New York (New York)

Ruff Ryder, D- Block and %#@!, ^!$$% $#&@ what you thought (you thought)

And you cant take %#@! for granted coz life is too short (too short)

Got a hundred guns a hundred clips, ^!$$% I'm from New York (Aha)

And this is how we do.