I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ni**a I`m from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ni**a I`m from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
And I know

Y`all ni**az is pussy, 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 each 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 ni**az that`s runnin` their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn ni**az 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, ni**a I`m from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that ni**a, I`m from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I`m from New York
And you can tell I get real ignorant, `cause ni**a, I`m from New York
And this is how we do

Ni**a, 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 maze 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 ni**a, Joe gonna let `em loose on me"

True Story, I`m bringin` the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back
My ni**a Dre said grind cook
Now we killin` them Howard ni**az
Who said I must of found Pun`s rhyme book?

Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, ni**az fiend for that
And you already know the X is where the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ni**a I`m from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and s**t, ni**a f**k what you thought
And you can`t take s**t for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ni**a I`m from New York
And this is how we do

I swear it couldn`t be sweeter, life`s a bitch
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, till 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 a title, because I`m in the hood like them little 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 ni**az wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I`m not c**ky, I`m confident
So when you tell me I`m the best it`s a compliment

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ni**a I`m from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, `cause ni**a I`m from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ni**a I`m from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
And this is how we do!