I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I`m from New YorkI got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talkI got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I`m from New YorkI got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talkAnd I knowY`all niggaz is pussy, poonani, vaginaYour 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 each 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 YorkI got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I`m from New YorkAnd you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I`m from New YorkI got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I`m from New YorkAnd you can tell I get real ignorant, `cause nigga, I`m from New YorkAnd this is how we doNigga, 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 maze 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 backMy nigga Dre said grind cookNow we killin` them Howard niggazWho said I must of found Pun`s rhyme book?Got bitches on top of the PhantomAnd the Pinky got bling, like the ring around SaturnCook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for thatAnd you already know the X is where the team be atI got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I`m from New YorkRuff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you thoughtAnd you can`t take shit for granted, because life is too shortI got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I`m from New YorkAnd this is how we doI swear it couldn`t be sweeter, life`s a bitchDepending on how you treat her, you might get richIt`s guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missedFor maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light their spliffsAnd that coke will get you a long timeBut when I let `em know the dope is out, it`s like America OnlineWise 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 motorcyclesStick up kids, hoppin` out with them old riflesJust doin` shit for nothin, it`s so spitefulHa I`m just like youWord that niggaz wanna murk you is in the airA double shot of yak and the purple is in the airAnd I`m not cocky, I`m confidentSo when you tell me I`m the best it`s a complimentI got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I`m from New YorkAnd you can tell the way the homie spit, `cause nigga I`m from New York!I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I`m from New YorkI got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talkAnd this is how we do!