Ja Rule - New York (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Ja Rule] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n***a 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, n***a 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] Why'all n***as is p**y, 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 east 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 n***as that's runnin' their mouths I might get my Brooklyn n***as 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 laid out, dead, in just a sport Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fat Joe] n***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 Ma$e 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 sh** Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like "Naw n***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 n***a Dre said grind cook Now we k**in' them Howard n***as, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book Got b**hes on top of the Phantom And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn Cook coke, crack, n***as fiend for that And you already know the x is where the team be at [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jadakiss] I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a b**h 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, 'til 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' sh** for nothin', it's so spiteful Ha I'm just like you Word that n***as want to murk you is in the air A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air And I'm not co*ky, I'm confident So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment [Chorus]