[Intro]
Yeah muthafuckers
It's the muthafuckin' Game
G-G-G-G-Unit

[Chorus]
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
N***a 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***a, I'm in New York, New York
Ride with a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips
Whenever I'm in New York, New York

[Verse 1]
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 N-Y-C
It's me behind these bars like Chi-Ali
N***as want me to D-I-E-, been there, done that
Woke up from a coma on 3 I.Vs
Eyes on the throne, somebody in my seat
Fiddlin' with rap like Miri Ben-Ari
I scoop up Swizz, 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-Dog
Made 50's beef his and knocked 'em both off
[Chorus]
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
N***a 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***a, I'm in New York, New York
Ride with a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips
Whenever I'm in New York, New York

[Verse 2]
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***as that don't know the difference between Chuck Taylors and Chukkas
I'm a gangsta tell Remy Martin I wanna fuck her
Thats what I call a championship game at the Rucker
Ja 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 bustin'
And catch a cab to a house and ask any n***a 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]
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
N***a 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***a, I'm in New York, New York
Ride with a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips
Whenever I'm in New York, New York

[Verse 3]
Left the VMA awards, went back to the 'hood
Streets is talkin': Game got slapped by Suge
False, I was face to face with him
Media wanna criticize The Game like he had Ma$e with him
He a 'hood n***a that ain't ever try to snake n***as
Walk through 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 t-shirt, Converse and my dickies on
Signed with Dre recorded 150 songs
Now the fuckin' hip hop police hatin'
Tryin' to run me out of New York like Anthony Mason
N***a I'll come and erase you
Only n***a from California that'll come for the tongue with a razor
[Chorus]
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
N***a 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***a, I'm in New York, New York
Ride with a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips
Whenever I'm in New York, New York