Toby Keith Follow

[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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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

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)

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)