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  • 作词 : Cartagena, Joseph Anthony
    作曲 : Cartagena, Joseph Anthony
    I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York
    I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk
    I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York
    I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk
    I
    Yall ****** is *****, poonani,
    Your 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 octanedipped in
    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 ****** that's runnin their mouths
    I might get my Brooklyn ****** 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
    I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York
    And you can tell the way the homie spit, That *****, I'm from New York

    ***** I can see the coke in your nose
    This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
    I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York
    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 ****
    Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
    "Naw *****, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
    True Story, I'm bringin the T back
    Even Roy Jones was forced to
    My ***** Dre said grind cook
    Now we killin them Howard ******, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
    Got ******* on top of the Phantom
    And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
    Cook coke, crack, ****** fiend for that
    And you already know the x is where the team be at
    I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York

    I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a *****
    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 **** 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 **** for nothin, it's so spiteful
    Ha I'm just like you
    Word that ****** wanna murk you is in the air
    A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
    And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
    So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
    I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York
    And you can tell the way the homie spit, cause ***** I'm from new york!
    I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York
    I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk..
    And this is how we do!
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Cartagena, Joseph Anthony
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Cartagena, Joseph Anthony
    [00:18.61]I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York
    [00:25.73]I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk
    [00:30.05]I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York
    [00:36.29]I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk
    [00:39.92]I
    [00:42.35]Yall ****** is *****, poonani,
    [00:44.49]Your getting tired, now it's time to ride
    [00:46.67]You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
    [00:48.79]So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
    [00:51.54]I'm on fire, holly octanedipped in
    [00:53.34]Let east coast bang, let west coast bang
    [00:57.47]And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
    [00:59.53]To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
    [01:02.28]Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
    [01:05.15]Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
    [01:07.40]Tryin to catch the ears of ****** that's runnin their mouths
    [01:09.97]I might get my Brooklyn ****** to run in your house
    [01:14.35]I don't really understand what the runnin's about
    [01:16.03]But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
    [01:18.28]Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
    [01:20.22]'cause we ain't playin up here in New York
    [01:22.59]I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York
    [01:27.28]And you can tell the way the homie spit, That *****, I'm from New York
    [01:33.04]
    [01:43.11]***** I can see the coke in your nose
    [01:46.12]This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
    [01:49.05]I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York
    [01:52.81]And I was just about to find god
    [01:54.83]But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
    [02:03.07]And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit
    [02:04.82]But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray ****
    [02:06.38]Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
    [02:08.07]"Naw *****, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
    [02:09.45]True Story, I'm bringin the T back
    [02:10.38]Even Roy Jones was forced to
    [02:11.64]My ***** Dre said grind cook
    [02:12.57]Now we killin them Howard ******, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
    [02:16.26]Got ******* on top of the Phantom
    [02:19.70]And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
    [02:21.26]Cook coke, crack, ****** fiend for that
    [02:22.32]And you already know the x is where the team be at
    [02:24.63]I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York
    [02:27.70]
    [02:45.91]I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a *****
    [02:47.79]Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
    [02:50.79]It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
    [02:53.10]For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
    [02:55.54]And that coke will get you a long time
    [02:57.80]But when I let 'em know the **** is out, it's like America Online
    [03:01.01]Wise has awoken
    [03:01.69]And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
    [03:06.13]I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
    [03:09.07]
    [03:10.19]Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
    [03:13.13]Just doin **** for nothin, it's so spiteful
    [03:15.31]Ha I'm just like you
    [03:16.50]Word that ****** wanna murk you is in the air
    [03:18.94]A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
    [03:21.57]And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
    [03:23.81]So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
    [03:26.37]I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York
    [03:31.75]And you can tell the way the homie spit, cause ***** I'm from new york!
    [03:36.12]I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, ***** I'm from New York
    [03:41.56]I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk..
    [03:46.00] And this is how we do!