Paroles de la chanson New York (Remix) (Featuring The Game, Jadakiss, & Fat Joe) par Ja Rule

[Intro: The Game]
Yeah muthafuckers
It's the muthafuckin Game
gu, gu,...gu,gu,gu,gu, G-Unit

[Chorus: The Game]
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
Nigga I'm in New York (New York)
Wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips,
Whenever I'm in New York (New York)
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips Nigga, I'm in New York (New York)
Ride wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips
Whenever I'm in New York (New York)

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]

Yall niggas is pussy, poonani, vagina
Your Monologue's 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 dipped in octane
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 four pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggas that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggas 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, just for sport
Cuz we ain't playin up here in New York

[Chorus: The Game]
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
Nigga I'm in New York (New York)
Wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips,
Whenever I'm in New York (New York)
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips Nigga, I'm in New York (New York)
Ride wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips
Whenever I'm in New York (New York)

[Verse 2: The Game]
Everybody wanna know why he got beef

'Cause in my dreams I talked to 'Pac and B.I.G.
Got on the plane hopin that the NYC
It's me behind these bars like Chi-Ali
Niggaz want me to D-i-e
Been there, done that
Woke up from a coma on 3 I.V's
Eyes on the thrown, somebody in my seat
Fiddlin with rap like Miri Ben-ari
I scoop up swiss(beats), drive thru the Bronx and get Jada on the phone
My next stop is Yonkers
After that its Harlem, why?
'Cause im a certified gangsta
And Jim Jones' throwin a Blood party
Red bandanas from 93rd to 115th and Lennox
It's the sequel to Menace
Oh Lord, he done went o dogg
Made 50's beef his and knocked 'em both off

[Hook: 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 funcking
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 3: The Game]
New aftermath chain on, thats the bling
Stones yellow and black - he a Latin King
Mira me king ton el jefe Simone
Translation: I get money off ringtones

King Blood, even though I used to sling drugs when i see snoop he tell me "Keep doin your thing cuz"
I do it cause I love it
Do it for the niggaz that don't know the difference between 'Chuck Taylors' and chuckers
I'm a gangsta tell Remi Martin I wanna fuck her
Thats what I call a championship game at the Rucker
ya'll want beef? change the subject
You ain't got no stars like the flag of the Dominican Republic
After Angie's show I was finna to get the bus
And catch a cab to Halston and ask any nigga hustlin
I ain't got to live in New York all my life to know the A and D train go to Washington Heights

[Chorus: The Game]
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
Nigga I'm in New York (New York)
Wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips,
Whenever I'm in New York (New York)
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips Nigga, I'm in New York (New York)
Ride wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips
Whenever I'm in New York (New York)

[Verse 4: Fat Joe]
Nigga I can 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 Mase 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 shit
Not 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 back
Even Roy Jones was forced to "Lean Back"
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them hard niggas, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggas fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at

[Hook: Fat Joe]

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 (New York)
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, cuz nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And this is how we do)

[Verse 5: The Game]
Left the VMA awards, went back to the hood
Streets is talkin - 'Game got slapped by Suge'
False, I was face to face wit him
Media wanna criticize the game
Like he had Ma$e wit him
He a hood nigga that ain't ever try to snake niggaz
Walk thru the 5 boroughs never had jake with him
Bake it how u want, ain't no cupcake in him
Even Diddy know, I make the city glow
Never had an album, never had his own video
I was sellin crack while Ja was watchin 50 blow
White tee shirt, converse and my dickies on
Signed wit Dre recorded 150 songs
Now the fuckin hip hop police hatin
tryin to run me outta New York like Anthony Mason
Nigga I'll come and erase you
Only nigga from california
That'll come from the tongue wit a razor

[Hook: Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryde, and D-Block and shit, nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
(Aha! And this is how we do)

[Verse 6: Jadakiss]
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe two or three hours, til they light their spliffs
And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let em know the dope 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 the title, cuz I'm in the hood like them low motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha, I'm just like you
Word that niggas 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

[Chorus: The Game]
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
Nigga I'm in New York (New York)
Wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips,
Whenever I'm in New York (New York)
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips Nigga, I'm in New York (New York)
Ride wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips
Whenever I'm in New York (New York)