New York

[Intro: Dre]

Uhhhh, uhhhh

Haah, haah, haah, haah

This is, this is, this is, this is, this is

Uhhh

This is, this is

I got a hundred guns

[Chorus: Ja Rule]

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Nigga, 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

Nigga, I'm from New York, New York

I got a semi-automatic that spits

Next time if you talk, you talk

And I know

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]

Y'all niggas is pussy, punani, vagina

Your monologue's gettin' tired, now it's time to ride

Apprentice, you fired, you're no longer desired

So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire

I'm on fire

Highly dipped in octane

Let East Coast bang, let West Coast bang

And Rule gon' bring the ghetto gospel (Ooh!)

To every hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue

Back with the God-U-Now, preferably the four pound

Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound

Tryna catch the ears of niggas that's runnin' they mouths

I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house

I don't really understand what the running's about

But we hunters, we take pride in airing our prey out

Leavin' 'em laid out dead and just for sport

'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York

[Chorus: Fat Joe]

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Nigga, I'm from New York, New York (Yes, hahaha)

And you can tell the way the homie spit (Woo!)

That, nigga, I'm from New York, New York (BX, BX, uh)

I got a hundred ways to make a grip (Uh, uh)

Yes, I'm from New York, New York (Yes, uh)

And you can tell I get real ignorant (Blat, blat, blat, blat!)

'Cause, nigga, I'm from New York, New York

And this is how we do

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

Nigga, 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 Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a ménage

And 'eybody talkin' crazy how they AK spit

But we don' did some 'vestigating and they ain't spray shit

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

Like, "Naw nigga, Joe gon' let 'em loose on me"

True story, I'm bringin' the T back

Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back (Lean back)

My nigga Dre said, "grind Cook", now we killin' them hard

Niggas said I must've 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, niggas fiend for that

And you already know the X is where the team be at, uhh

[Chorus: Jadakiss]

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Nigga, I'm from New York, New York (Yeah)

Ruff Rydin', D-Block, and shit

Nigga, fuck what you thought, you thought (A-ha!)

And you can't take shit for granted

'Cause life is too short, too short (Yeah)

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips (Uh, yeah)

Nigga, I'm from New York (Uh, ah-heh!)

And this is how we do

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]

Yo, 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 gon' die, you might get missed

For maybe two or three hours, 'til they light they 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

'Cause I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles

Stick up kids hoppin' out with them old rifles

Just doing shit for nothin', it's so spiteful, ha, I'm just like you

Word that niggas wanna murk you is in the air

A double shot of 'gnac and the purple is in the air

And I'm not cocky, I'm confident

So when you tell me I'm the best, it's a compliment

Ha-heh!

[Chorus: Ja Rule, Fat Joe, Jadakiss]

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Nigga, I'm from New York, New York

And you can tell the way the homie spit

That nigga I'm from New York, New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Nigga, I'm from New York, New York

I got a semi-automatic that spits

Next time if you talk (Ah-heh!)

And this is how we do