The Game feat. Fat Joe & Jadakiss New York (Extended Remix) Lyrics

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

[Chorus: The Game]
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
n____ 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 n____, 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 n____s is p____, poonani, v_____
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 n____s that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn n____s 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

[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
n____z 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, n____ 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, n____ 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 n____z that don't know the difference between 'Chuck Taylors' and chuckers
I'm a gangsta tell Remi Martin I wanna f___ 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 n____ hustlin
I ain't got to live in New York all my life to know the A and D train go to Washington Heights

[Verse 4: Fat Joe]
n____ I can see the c__e 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 s___
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw n____, Joe gonna let em loose on me"
True Story, I'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to "Lean Back"
My n____ Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them hard n____s, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got b____es on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook c__e, crack, n____s 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, n____ I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that n____, 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 n____, 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 n____ that ain't ever try to snake n____z
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 d___ies on
Signed wit Dre recorded 150 songs
Now the f___in hip hop police hatin
tryin to run me outta New York like Anthony Mason
n____ I'll come and erase you
Only n____ from california
That'll come from the tongue wit a razor

[Hook: Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n____ I'm from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryde, and D-Block and s___, n____ f___ what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take s___ for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, n____ 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 b____
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 c__e 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 t__le, cuz I'm in the hood like them low motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin s___ for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha, I'm just like you
Word that n____s wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not c___y, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment