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ja rule - new york (original version) كلمات الأغنية

[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
n_gga 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
n_gga 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 n_ggas is p_ssy, punani, v_g_n_
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, you now, prеferably the four pound
slugs flyin’ at the speed of sound
tryna catch the ears of n_ggas that’s runnin’ they mouths
i might get my brooklyn n_ggas 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
[chorus: fat joe]
i got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
n_gga i’m from new york, new york
and you can tell the way the homie spit (woo!)
that n_gga i’m from new york, new york (bx, bx)
i got a hundred ways to make a grip (uh, uh)
yes, (yes) i’m from new york, new york
and you can tell i get real ignorant (blat, blat, blat, blat!)
’cause n_gga i’m from new york, new york
and this is how we do

[verse 2: fat joe]
n_gga i could see the coke in your nose
this ain’t a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
and i was just about to find god
but now that ma$e is back, (ha ha) i think i’d much rather find a ménage
and e’eybody talkin’ crazy how they ak spit
but we done did some ‘vestigating and they ain’t spray sh_t
not me, i’m the truth homie, got the industry shook
like, “naw n_gga, joe gon’ let ’em loose on me”
true story, i’m bringin’ the t back
even roy jones was forced to lean back (lean back)
my n_gga dre said, “grind, cook”, now we k!llin’ them hard
n_ggas sayin’ i must’ve found pun’s rhyme book
got b_tches on top of the phantom
and the pinky got bling like the ring around saturn
cook, coke, crack, n_ggas fiend for that
and you already know the x is where the team be at, uhh
[chorus: ja rule]
i got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
n_gga i’m from new york, new york
where even b_tches ain’t havin’ that sh_t right here in new york, new york
where you from? n_gga rep yo set
let the guns pop off, pop off
i got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
n_gga i’m from new york, new york
and you know

[verse 3: ja rule]
new york’s my f_ckin’ stompin’ ground
not from atlanta but i’ll a_town stomp ya down
’cause yo style is my style, don’t make me get hostile or pistal and thunder clap that ass like dance [?]
clap, ssss, clap
baby ’cause i’m from new york
that don’t mean i don’t love l.a. (i love l.a.)
or the m.i.a. ’cause every hoods the same
from houston to fort green, from the chi to hollis queens, things
subject to change ’cause i’m livin’ by any means (come on) necessary
one might even ask (you know) is it necessary
to bust guns (oh) but my behavior’s hereditary (oh)
my two sons (oh) they simulate this behavior already (go)
livin’ in a big city
you know big guns, big cars, big w_ll__s (ja, baby)
i don’ rolled weed and two phillies [?] [?]
and we don’t we keep our cash and banks’s in night boxes, ha ha
[chorus: ja rule & fat joe]
i got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
n_gga i’m from new york
new york
and you could tell the way the homie spit
that n_gga i’m from new york
new york
i got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
n_gga i’m from new york
new york
and you can tell i get real ignorant
’cause n_gga i’m from new york
new york
and this is how we do

- ja rule

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