[Ja Rule0]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)Yall niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)Your (Monologue`s) getting tired, now it`s time to rideYou`re print distrified, you`re no longer desiredSo take off them silly chains, put back on your wireI`m on fire, holly dipped in octaneLet east coast bang, let west coast bangAnd Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospelTo every `hood possible, pushin through in the sky blueBack with the gods you now, preferably the 4 poundSlugs flyin at the speed of soundTryin to catch the ears of niggaz that`s runnin their mouthsI might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your houseI don`t really understand what the runnin`s aboutBut we`re hunters, we take pride in airin our prey outLeavin `em layed out, dead, in just a sport`cause we ain`t playin up here in New York[Fat Jo0]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 (bx bx)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)Nigga I can see the coke in your noseThis ain`t a movie, even he got his head blown on the globeAnd I was just about to find godBut now that Ma$e is back, I think I`d much rather find a menageAnd everybody talkin crazy how they`re AK spitBut we know this investigatin, and they ain`t spray shitNot me, I`m the truth homie, got the industry shook like@Naw nigga, Joe gonna let `em loose on me@True Story, I`m bringin the T backEven Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)My nigga Dre said grind cook