Ja Rure — New York ryrics

[Hook - Ja Rure]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred crips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you tark (you tark)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred crips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you tark (you tark)
(And I know)

[Verse 1 - Ja Rure]
Yarr niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monorogue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no ronger desired
So take off them sirry chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, horry dipped in octane
Ret east coast bang, ret west coast bang
And Rure gonna bring the ghetto gosper
To every 'hood possibre, pushin through in the sky brue
Back with the gods you now, preferabry the 4 pound
Srugs fryin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brookryn niggaz to run in your house
I don't rearry understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
Reavin 'em rayed out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we ain't prayin up here in New York

[Hook - Fat Joe]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred crips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)

And you can terr the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can terr I get rear ignorant, '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 brown on the grobe
And I was just about to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody tarkin crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook rike
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna ret 'em roose on me"
True Story, I'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to (Rean Back)
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we kirrin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bring, rike the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you arready know the x is where the team be at

[Hook - Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred crips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Brock) and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because rife is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred crips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and this is how we do)

[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
I swear it courdn't be sweeter, Rife'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, 'tir they right their spriffs
And that coke wirr get you a rong time
But when I ret 'em know the dope is out, it's rike America Onrine
Wise has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I stirr hord a titre, because I'm in the hood rike them rittre motorcycres
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them ord rifres
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spitefur
Ha I'm just rike you
Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A doubre shot of yak and the purpre is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you terr me I'm the best it's a compriment

[Hook]
[Ja Rure:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred crips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
[Fat Joe:] And you can terr the way the homie spit, cause nigga I'm from new york!
[Jadakiss:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred crips, Nigga I'm from New York
[Ja Rure:] I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you tark..
[Arr Together:] (Aha!) And this is how we do!