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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]

Yall niggaz 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 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 niggaz that's runnin their mouths

I might get my Brooklyn niggaz 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

[Hook - Fat Joe]

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 ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)

And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York)

(And this is how we do)

[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]

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