[Intro: The Game]
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Yeah muthafuckers
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It's the muthafuckin Game
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gu, gu,...gu,gu,gu,gu, G-Unit
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[Chorus: The Game]
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I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
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Nigga I'm in New York (New York)
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Wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips,
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Whenever I'm in New York (New York)
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I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips Nigga, I'm in New York (New York)
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Ride wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips
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Whenever I'm in New York (New York)
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[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
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Yall niggas is pussy, poonani, vagina
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Your Monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride
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You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
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So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
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(I'm on fire) holly dipped in octane
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Let east coast bang, let west coast bang
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And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
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To every hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
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Back with the gods you now, preferably the four pound
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Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
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Tryin to catch the ears of niggas that's runnin their mouths
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I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house
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I don't really understand what the runnin's about
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But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
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Leavin em layed out, dead, just for sport
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Cuz we ain't playin up here in New York
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[Chorus: The Game]
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I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
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Nigga I'm in New York (New York)
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Wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips,
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Whenever I'm in New York (New York)
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I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips Nigga, I'm in New York (New York)
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Ride wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips
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Whenever I'm in New York (New York)
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[Verse 2: The Game]
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Everybody wanna know why he got beef
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'Cause in my dreams I talked to 'Pac and B.I.G.
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Got on the plane hopin that the NYC
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It's me behind these bars like Chi-Ali
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Niggaz want me to D-i-e
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Been there, done that
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Woke up from a coma on 3 I.V's
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Eyes on the thrown, somebody in my seat
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Fiddlin with rap like Miri Ben-ari
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I scoop up swiss(beats), drive thru the Bronx and get Jada on the phone
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My next stop is Yonkers
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After that its Harlem, why?
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'Cause im a certified gangsta
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And Jim Jones' throwin a Blood party
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Red bandanas from 93rd to 115th and Lennox
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It's the sequel to Menace
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Oh Lord, he done went o dogg
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Made 50's beef his and knocked 'em both off
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[Hook: Ja Rule]
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I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York)
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I got a semi-automatic that spits next time funcking
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if you talk (you talk)
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I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York)
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I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
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(And I know)
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[Verse 3: The Game]
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New aftermath chain on, thats the bling
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Stones yellow and black - he a Latin King
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Mira me king ton el jefe Simone
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Translation: I get money off ringtones
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King Blood, even though I used to sling drugs when i see snoop he tell me "Keep doin your thing cuz"
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I do it cause I love it
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Do it for the niggaz that don't know the difference between 'Chuck Taylors' and chuckers
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I'm a gangsta tell Remi Martin I wanna fuck her
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Thats what I call a championship game at the Rucker
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ya'll want beef? change the subject
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You ain't got no stars like the flag of the Dominican Republic
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After Angie's show I was finna to get the bus
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And catch a cab to Halston and ask any nigga hustlin
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I ain't got to live in New York all my life to know the A and D train go to Washington Heights
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[Chorus: The Game]
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I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
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Nigga I'm in New York (New York)
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Wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips,
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Whenever I'm in New York (New York)
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I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips Nigga, I'm in New York (New York)
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Ride wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips
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Whenever I'm in New York (New York)
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[Verse 4: Fat Joe]
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Nigga I can see the coke in your nose
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This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
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And I was just about to find God
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But now that Mase is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
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And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit
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| But we know this investigatin, and they ain't |
