New York (Original Version) Ja Rule (Ft. Fat Joe)

[Intro: Dre]
Uhhhh
Haah, haah, haah
This is, this is, this is, this is, this is
Uhhh
This is, this is
Hundred guns
Uh

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
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

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Y'all niggas is pussy, punani, vagina
Your monologue's gettin' tired, now it's time to ride
Apprentice, you fired, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire
Highly dipped in octane
Let East Coast bang, let West Coast bang
And Rule gon' bring the ghetto gospel (Oohhhhhh!)
To every hood possiblе, pushin' through in the sky blue
Back with the God-U-now, prеferably the four pound
Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound
Tryna catch the ears of niggas that's runnin' they mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house
I don't really understand what the runnin's about
But we hunters, we take pride in airing our prey out
Leavin' 'em laid out dead and just a sport
'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York