Ja Rule Feat. Fat Joe & Jadakiss

Ja Rule Feat. Fat Joe & Jadakiss - From N.Y. lyrics

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I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips<br />

Nigga, I'm from New York<br />

(New York)<br />

I got a semi-automatic that spits<br />

Next time if you talk<br />

(You talk)<br />

<br />

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips<br />

Nigga, I'm from New York<br />

(New York)<br />

I got a semi-automatic that spits<br />

Next time if you talk<br />

(You talk)<br />

(And I know)<br />

<br />

Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina<br />

Your Monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride<br />

You're print distrified, you're no longer desired<br />

So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire<br />

I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane<br />

Let east coast bang, let west coast bang<br />

And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel<br />

<br />

To every 'hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue<br />

Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound slugs<br />

Flyin' at the speed of sound<br />

Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin' their mouths<br />

I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house<br />

I don't really understand what the runnin's about<br />

But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out<br />

Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport<br />

'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York<br />

<br />

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips<br />

Nigga I'm from New York<br />

(New York)<br />

And you can tell the way the homie spit<br />

That nigga, I'm from New York<br />

(New York)<br />

<br />

I got a hundred ways to make a grip<br />

Yes, I'm from New York<br />

(New York)<br />

And you can tell I get real ignorant<br />

'Cause nigga, I'm from New York<br />

(New York)<br />

(And this is how we do)<br />

<br />

Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose<br />

This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe<br />

And I was just about to find God<br />

But now that Mase is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage<br />

And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK spit<br />

But we know this investigatin' and they ain't spray shit<br />

Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like<br />

"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"<br />

<br />

True Story, I'm bringin' the T back<br />

Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back<br />

My nigga Dre said grind cook<br />

Now we killin' them Howard niggaz<br />

Who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book<br />

Got bitches on top of the Phantom<br />

And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn<br />

Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that<br />

And you already know the X is where the team be at<br />

<br />

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips<br />

Nigga I'm from New York<br />

(New York)<br />

Ruff Ryde and D-Block and shit<br />

Nigga fuck what you thought<br />

(You thought)<br />

<br />

And you can't take shit for granted<br />

Because life is too short<br />

(Too short)<br />

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips<br />

Nigga, I'm from New York<br />

(Aha, and this is how we do)<br />

<br />

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch<br />

Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich<br />

It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed<br />

For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs<br />

And that coke will get you a long time<br />

But when I let 'em know the dope is out<br />

It's like America Online, wise has awoken<br />

And you know they say that you deserved it<br />

Whenever you die with your eyes open<br />

<br />

I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood<br />

Like them little motorcycles<br />

Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old rifles<br />

Just doin' shit for nothin', it's so spiteful<br />

Ha, I'm just like you<br />

Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air<br />

A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air<br />

And I'm not cocky, I'm confident<br />

So when you tell me I'm the best, it's a compliment<br />

<br />

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips<br />

Nigga I'm from New York<br />

(New York)<br />

And you can tell the way the homie spit<br />

That nigga, I'm from New York<br />

(New York)<br />

<br />

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips<br />

Nigga I'm from New York<br />

(New York)<br />

I got a semi-automatic that spits<br />

Next time if you talk<br />

Aha, and this is how we do

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