New York lyrics

Artist  : Game 
Song : New York



 Send "New York" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (Demon Voice)

New Jersey Devil



(the game)

Yeah muthafuckers

It's
the muthafuckin Game

gu, gu,...gu,gu,gu,gu,
G-Unit



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 beat

'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
IV's

Eyes on the thrown, somebody in my
seat

Fiddlin with rap like Miri Ben-ari

I scoop up squares, 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 Lennex

It's the
sequel to Menace

Oh Lord he then went "Oh
dog"

Made 50's beef his and knocked 'em
both off



[Chorus]





New aftermath chain on, master bling

Stones yellow and black he a Latin King

Mela mak king ton efala se mon

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
'cause"

I do it because 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 out in
ruckers

Ja rule want beef, change the
subject

You ain't got no stars like the
flag of the Dominican Republic

After
Angie's show I was fiendin to get a bus

And
catch a cab to Housten  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



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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 any way you
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 race



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