[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 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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Yall niggaz 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 4 pound
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Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
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Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
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I might get my Brooklyn niggaz 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, in just a sport
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'cause we ain't playin up here in New York
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[Fat Jo:]
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I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
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And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (bx bx)
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I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
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And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
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(And this is how we do)
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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 Ma$e 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 spray shit
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Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
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"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
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True Story, I'm bringin the T back
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Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
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My nigga Dre said grind cook
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Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
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Got bitches on top of the Phantom
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And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
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Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
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And you already know the x is where the team be at
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[Jadakiss:]
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I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
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(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Blockin') and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
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And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
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I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
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(Aha, and this is how we do)
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I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch
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Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
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It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
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For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
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And that coke will get you a long time
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But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
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Wise has awoken
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And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
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I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them low motorcycles
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Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
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Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
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Ha I'm just like you
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Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
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A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
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And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
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So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment (Aha)
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I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
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And you can tell the way the homies spit that nigga Im from New York (New York)
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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 hundred guns, a hundred clips, I'm from New York (Aha)
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And this is how we do.
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New York, New York
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| Ja Rule |
