The days were long and the nights so cold
the pages turned and the tale unfolds
He'd left me for another lady.
She stood so tall and she never slept
There was not one moment he could regret
He'd left me for another lady

He took my hand one day and told me
he was leaving, me disbelieving
and I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I had to let him go

Her name was New York, New York,
and she took his heart away oh my
Her name was New York, New York,
she had poisoned his sweet mind

mmm..
The wolves they howled for my lost soul
I fell down a deep black hole,
He'd left me for another lady
she poured the drinks and she poured the power
A diamond girl who could talk for hours
He'd left me for another lady

Now I am on my own, he told me
he was leaving, and I was pleading
and I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I had to let him go

Her name was New York, New York,
and she took his heart away oh my,
Her name was New York, New York,
she had poisoned his sweet mind

The greatest times,
I don't wanna hear it,
your new laughter lines
I don't wanna hear it,
the new found friends
she introduced you to
I don't wanna know them I just wanna be with you..

please don't make me go to New York, New York,
and she took your heart away oh my
, her name was New York, New York,
She poisoned your sweet mind.
she poisoned your sweet mind.

An imitation from new york
You're made in japan
From cheese and chalk
Youre hippy tarts hero
cos you put on a bad show
You put on a bad show
Oh don't it show

Still oh out on those pills
Oh do you remember

Think it's well playing maxs kansas
Youre looking bored
And youre acting flash
With nothing in your gut
You better keep yer mouth shut
You better keep yer mouth shut
In a rut

Still oh out on those pills
Do the sambo
You four years on
You still look the same
I think about time
You changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me

Think it's swell playing in japan
When everybody knows japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
You poor little faggot
You're sealed with a kiss

Still oh out on those pills
Cheap thrills anadins
Aspros anything youre condemned
To eternal bullshit
Youre sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
A kiss a kiss youre sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss youre coming to this
I wanna kiss anything oh kiss this eh boy

Yeah, Imma up at Brooklyn,
Now Im down in Tribeca,
Right next to DeNiro,
But i’ll be hood forever,
I’m the new Sinatra,
And since I made it here,
I can make it anywhere,
Yeah they love me everywhere,
I used to cop in Harlem,
All of my dominicanos
Right there up on broadway,
Brought me back to that McDonalds,
Took it to my stash spot,
Five Sixty Stage street,
Catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whipping pastry,
Cruising down 8th street,
Off white lexus,
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas,
Me I’m up at Bedsty,
Home of that boy Biggie,
Now I live on billboard,
And I brought my boys with me,
Say wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives,
N-gga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Lets here it for New York, New York, New York

[Jay-Z]
I made you hot n-gga,
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,
Sh-t I made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can,
You should know I bleed Blue, but I aint a crip tho,
But I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though,
Welcome to the melting pot,
Corners where we selling rocks,
Afrika bambaataa sh-t,
Home of the hip hop,
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back,
For foreigners it aint fitted they forgot how to act,
8 million stories out there and their naked,
Cities is a pity half of y’all won’t make it,
Me I gotta plug a special and I got it made,
If Jesus payin LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade,
3 dice cee-lo
3 card marley,
Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade,
Long live the king yo,
Jay-z Empire State Of Mind lyrics found on
I’m from the empire state thats…

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Lets here it for New York, New York, New York
Welcome to the bright light..

Lights is blinding,
Girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick,
The side lines is blind with casualties,
Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse,
Don’t bite the apple Eve,
Caught up in the in crowd,
Now your in-style,
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out,
The city of sin is a pity on a whim,
Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them,
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out,
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route,
Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin,
And Jesus can’t save you life starts when the church ends,
Came here for school, graduated to the high life,
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight,
MDMA got you feeling like a champion,
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Lets here it for New York, New York, New York

One hand in the air for the big city,
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty,
No place in the World that can compare,
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh
Come on, come,
Yeah,

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Lets here it for New York, New York, New York

en español

Jay-Z]
Sí,
Sí, Imma hasta en Brooklyn,
ahora Im en el Tribeca,
justo al lado de De Niro,
Pero voy a estar capucha para siempre,
Soy el nuevo Sinatra,
y como he hecho aquí,
Puedo hacerlo en cualquier lugar,
Sí que me quieren en todas partes,
Solía policía en Harlem,
todos mis Dominicanos
ahí arriba en Broadway,
me trajo de regreso a ese McDonald's,
llevó a mi stash in situ,
Sesenta y cinco de la calle Estadio,
me coge en la cocina como un Simmons azotes de pastelería,
crucero por la calle 8,
fuera de Lexus blanco,
conducción de forma lenta pero BK es de Texas,
yo me levanto a Bedsty,
casa de ese muchacho Biggie,
Ahora vivo en el Billboard,
y he traído a mis hijos conmigo,
decir wat up a Ty Ty, aún tomando Malta
la sesión Knicks y los Nets en la cancha me dan de alta cinco años,
N-GGA i que enriquecerse a cabo, puedo un árbitro de viaje,
digo por mi actitud que yo definitivamente a partir del ...

[Alicia Keys]
En Nueva York,
La jungla de concreto donde los sueños se hacen,
Theres nada que usted no puede hacer,
Ahora estás en Nueva York,
estas calles se hará sentir completamente nuevo,
las luces se inspirará,
deja aquí en Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York

[Jay-Z]
Yo te hice n caliente GGA,
Catch me en la X con OG en un juego de los Yankees,
SH-i t hizo el sombrero yanqui más famoso que un yanqui puede,
que usted debe saber que sangre azul, pero no es un Tho crip,
Pero tengo un grupo de n-ggas caminando con mi clic embargo,
Bienvenido al crisol de culturas,
los rincones donde la venta de las rocas,
Afrika Bambaataa SH-T,
casa de la hip hop,
tapa amarilla, gorra gitana, cabina de dólares, Holla Back,
para los extranjeros que no se inserta se olvidaron de cómo actuar,
8 millones historias ahí fuera y sus desnudos,
ciudades es un medio de pena ustedes no lo hará,
me tengo que conectar un especial y me lo hizo,
Si Jesús Payin LeBron, estoy pagando Dwayne Wade,
3 dados de Cee-Lo
3 Marley tarjeta,
desfile del Día del Trabajo, que en paz descanse, Bob Marley,
Estatua de la Libertad, viva el comercio mundial,
viva el rey, yo,
Yo soy de los thats del Empire State ...

[Chorus]

En Nueva York,
La jungla de concreto donde los sueños se hacen,
Theres nada que usted no puede hacer,
Ahora estás en Nueva York,
estas calles se hará sentir completamente nuevo,
las luces se inspirará,
deja aquí en Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York
Bienvenido a la luz brillante ..

[Jay-Z]
Luces es cegadora,
las niñas necesitan anteojeras
para que puedan salir de los límites rápida,
las líneas de banda es ciego con las víctimas,
, que la vida bebiendo casual, entonces,
gradualmente empeoran,
no muerdas la manzana de Eva,
atrapados en el de multitud,
ahora en su estilo,
, y en invierno hace frío de moda con la piel hacia fuera,
la ciudad del pecado es una lástima que en un capricho,
good girls gone bad, las ciudades llenas de ellos,
Mamá tuvo un viaje en autobús y ahora ella tiene su busto a cabo,
andar en todo el mundo, como una ruta de autobús,
Ave María a la ciudad a su Virgen,
, y Jesús no puede salvar tu vida comienza cuando termina la iglesia,
Vine aquí por la escuela, se graduó de la vida alta,
jugadores de pelota, estrellas del rap, adicto a la luz pública,
MDMA se siente como un campeón,
La ciudad nunca duerme mejor deslizamiento una Ambien

[Chorus]

En Nueva York,
La jungla de concreto donde los sueños se hacen,
Theres nada que usted no puede hacer,
Ahora estás en Nueva York,
estas calles se hará sentir completamente nuevo,
las luces se inspirará,
deja aquí en Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York

[Alicia Keys]
Una mano en el aire por la gran ciudad,
Luces de la calle, todos los grandes sueños ve bastante,
no hay lugar en el mundo que pueda compararse,
Ponga sus encendedores en el aire, todos dicen que yeaaahh
¡Vamos, vamos,
Sí,

[Chorus]

En Nueva York,
La jungla de concreto donde los sueños se hacen,
Theres nada que usted no puede hacer,
Ahora estás en Nueva York,
estas calles se hará sentir completamente nuevo,
las luces se inspirará,
deja aquí en Nueva York, Nueva York, Nueva York

(feat. Ghostface)

[Intro: AZ (samples)]
Yeah... the city
This is serious, here number one
New York! It's beyond the 5 boroughs keep it real I get ill
Number one This will rock! the city I gotta get in

[AZ]
This is that, Riker's Island, not slipping rap flows
For them box bitten bing monsters, sniffin' that blow
Block covers know the style, triple that dough
Forty cal. for them cock suckers, sittin' back slow
What y'all know about coke pies, give 'em that low
I mouth them before the bowtie resemble cash flow
Rap NY, no lie, my side is back Ghost, so hot
Crooked cops are searching your asshole, it's the drop
That freeze niggaz right where they stand for the gwap
Niggaz'll play Pac and pop with they man, it don't stop
We up top, but we locked and landing
He roadblock, he flow shots, get Ghost and scram
Gingerbread niggaz on the run from feds
Shit is sick, pretty chicks'll put a gun to ya head
Never a vic', either think quick or end up dead
Cuz when we flip, what's left to be said? New York
New York, New York, New York

[Chorus 2X: samples *scratched by DJ Premier*]
New York, New York
Number One
New York, New York
Keep it real I get ill
New York, New York
Number one
New York, New York
The city I gotta get in

[Raekwon]
You know the town stupid, this is all authentic ground
You can get poked, grabbed and choked, then shot up, for product
Bank holders stay in the lab, too many dumb niggaz is scheming
You can get murked up in the cab
Shout out to niggaz that be jerking tags, rollin' in Jags
Good boy leathers, hood boys'll blast you
Niggaz that carry ones and hit grass
And love hip hop, the shit that bring money outta ziplocs
Protect your dome, I'm warning you, what harm I do to the kid
I have you on the floor with ya armor loose
Break the raw down and sign truces
Then switch the next muthafuckin' date, fuck all excuses
When you see me it's real, I'm just a natural born hustler
The castle where they wrap you in plastic, duke
So every soldier that's armed, remind your general
It's critical, you might stay a night, if you pretendable

[Chorus 2X]

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, we was raised in the dead arm district
Before guns was called biscuits, Stapleton was on that hood shit
Live from the New York borough, keeping it thorough
Bunch of snakes in the grass, stay creepin' like squirrels
Cuz a snitch gon' crack that nut, don't give a fuck
Did ten hours long and try to wrap us up
He dry snitching, post up in the whip with a fly wisdom
Hopped out to get a dutch, but he left with his wig splitten
We from New York, my city never sleeps (No)
We runnin' with a hundred heats
When beef pop off, we ain't the one to speak
Dressed in all black, driving six feet hurses
With sixteen niggaz, dropping sixteen verses
Big faces, bolgin' outta big green purses
Stuck ya man for his vegi's and his lame ass circus
So I dare niggaz act up, y'all niggaz act up
Now like cars in reverse, y'all better back up

[Chorus 2X]

JA RULE LYRICS

Send New York Ringtone to Cell Phone

New York
(feat. Fat Joe, Jadakiss)

[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 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]
Yall niggaz 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 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz 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

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

[Verse 2 - 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 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 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 Howard niggaz, 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, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at

[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 3 - 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 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 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 a title, because I'm in the hood like them little 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 niggaz 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

[Hook]
[Ja Rule:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
[Fat Joe:] And you can tell the way the homie spit, cause nigga I'm from new york!
[Jadakiss:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
[Ja Rule:] I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk..
[All Together:] (Aha!) And this is how we do!

Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

These little town blues
Are melting a way
I'll make a brand-new start of it
In old New York

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

New York, New York
I want to wake up
In a city that never sleeps
And find I'm a number one, top of the list
King of the hill, a number one

These little town blues
Are melting a way
I'm gonna make a brand-new start of it
In old New York

And... if I can make it there
I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

Hey, hey, I know it wasn't New York
Where I lost my mind.
Hey, hey, I know I must have left it
It was back home all the time.

And where were you while we lay
So drunk that we died?
Hey, Hey, I know, but who could blame us?
Under pressure
And I know
I know I should have stayed in bed.

Hey, hey, I know it's just a toothache
I won't even cry.
Hey, hey, the candy store prescriptions
All lined up in the aisles.

And where were you while we lay
Shipwrecked in denial?
Hey, hey, it's just a little pill to help you
Sleep right through the night.
I should have stayed in bed.
And I know
I should have stayed in bed.

I know I should have stayed in bed because
Tomorrow's gonna be another party.
You stay too long until the lights get lonely.
Oh, tomorrow's gonna be another party
Wait too long til we
All stay out of the sun.
Sun.
I know, I know, it wasn't New York

In New York freedom looks like
Too many choices
In New York I found a friend
To drown out the other voices

Voices on a cell phone
Voices from home
Voices through the hard sell
Voices down a stairwell
In New York
Just got a place in New York

In New York summers get hot
Well into the hundreds
You can walk around the block
Without a change of clothing

Hot as a hair dryer in your face
Hot as handbag and a can of mace
New York
I just got a place in New York

New York New York

In New York you can forget
Forget how to sit still
Tell yourself you will stay in
But it's down to Alphaville(?)

New York
New York, New York

New York, New York
New York

The Irish been coming here for years
Feel like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall
The asphalt dance floor (??)
They even got the police

Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics
Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew
Happily not like me and you
That's where I lost you

New York
New York, New York
New York
New York, New York

New York
New York

In New York I lost it all
To you and your vices
Still I'm staying on to figure out
Midlife crisis

I hit an iceberg in my life
You know I'm still afloat
You lose your balance, lose your wife
In the queue for the lifeboat

You better put the women and children first
But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York

New York
New York
New York, New York

In the stillness of the evening
When the sun has had its day
I heard your voice whispering
Come away now

New, New York
New...
New York

New York

I came here, I waited
To see it, to say this
What started on fourth street is finished
Is finished
I came back to see it
Through new eyes
And feel it
I waited all night
On boards by the waterside
I had a dream you went to New York
You found new friends
You had new work
I wasn’t there but I came to visit
We sat on the bridge and talked of the difference
We spoke of the long ago
Promised each other we’d never get old
But that was a whole life ago
And now I’m on my own
I came here, to see it
Through new eyes and feel it
I waited all night on boards by the waterside
I had a dream you went to New York
You found new friends
You had new work
I wasn’t there but I came to visit
I slept on your floor watched the wind in the curtains
Maybe it’s enough to know
I never walk alone
I get by on my own
I’ll always be my only home
I came here, I waited to see it
To say this
What started on fourth street is finished

An imitation from new york
You're made in japan
From cheese and chalk
You're hippy tarts hero
cos you put on a bad show
You put on a bad show
Oh dont it show

Still oh out on those pills
Oh do you remember

Think its well playing maxs kansas
You're looking bored
And youre acting flash
With nothing in your gut
You better keep yer mouth shut
You better keep yer mouth shut
In a rut

Still oh out on those pills
Do the sambo

Four years on
You still look the same
I think about time
You changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me

Think its swell playing in japan
When everybody knows japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
You poor little faggot
You're sealed with a kiss

Still oh out on those pills
Cheap thrills anadins
Aspros anything youre condemned
To eternal bullshit
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
A kiss a kiss youre sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss you're coming to this
I wanna kiss anything oh kiss this eh boy

Was it Washington Square
Or the way you wore you hair?
Was it central park
Or kissing after dark?
Guess I'll never know
Not sure I even care
But my heart will always live
With you and me there

But I can't afford to live in N.Y.C.
Ahahahah
And she can't afford to leave
hahah
Was it the Sea Port in June
Or your face by the moon?
Was it Soho's charm
Or you and I arm in arm?
Was it the 6 train uptown
Or true love that I found?
It all blends into one
When I think of you now

But I can't afford to live in N.Y.C.
Ahahahah
And she can't afford to leave
Ahahah

Well I know that a promise is to keep
But money's tight and I've been losing sleep
Old Man Circumstance will have his way
It's true
But what I wouldn't give to stay here with you

And I can't afford to live in N.Y.C.
Ahahahah
And she can't afford to leave
Ahahah

And I've never been good with good-byes
But good-byes are all I have

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)
Yall niggaz 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 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz 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

[Fat Jo:]
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 (bx bx)
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, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And this is how we do)
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 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 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 Howard niggaz, 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, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at

[Jadakiss:]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Blockin') 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)
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 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 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 a title, because 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 niggaz 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 (Aha)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryder, D- Block and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you cant take shit for granted coz life is too short (too short)
Got a hundred guns a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (Aha)
And this is how we do.

Are you tuning in [x4]

And I wanted to go
Half my life
And I feel kind of strange
Like I never lived that life

And I'm trying hard
To control my heart
And I always want to know
And I always want to go

New York are you tuning in
New York big city of dreams
New York oh what a city
New York
Are you tuning in [x4]

There's no time to unpack, yeah
Let's get straight out on the street
And feel no inhibitions
This city was built for me

And my head is full of questions
When did I feel this good
In the arms of my lover
Burning through the night of New York

And its funny how time flies
In the city that never sleeps
It's getting after hours
And I'm feeling the heat

I'm almost dead and buried
This day is nearly done
But I want to keep on going
I'm going to kiss the sun in New York

And I'm feeling kind of selfish
Cause I'm just flying home
I've been busy on your island
Just having my own fun

It's an English tradition
Find some money make some time
Get busy on your island
Slowly lose our minds in New York

[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 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]
Yall niggaz 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 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz 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

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

[Verse 2 - 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 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 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 Howard niggaz, 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, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at

[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 3 - 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 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 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 a title, because I'm in the hood like them little 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 niggaz 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

[Hook - Ja Rule, Fat Joe, Jadakiss]
[Ja Rule:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
[Fat Joe:] And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
[Jadakiss:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
[Ja Rule:] I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk
[All together:] Aha, and this is how we do

[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 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]
Yall niggaz 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 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz 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

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

[Verse 2 - 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 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 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 Howard niggaz, 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, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at

[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 3 - 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 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 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 a title, because I'm in the hood like them little 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 niggaz 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

[Hook]
[Ja Rule:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
[Fat Joe:] And you can tell the way the homie spit, cause nigga I'm from new york!
[Jadakiss:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
[Ja Rule:] I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk..
[All Together:] (Aha!) And this is how we do!