New York, New York Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am]
[F][E][Am]

[Verse 1]
This is, this is...
[F]This is, this is...
I got [Em]a hundred guns, a hundred clips

[Verse 2]
I got [Am]a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a [F]semi- automatic that spits
Next time if [Em]you talk (y[E]ou talk)

[Verse 3]
I got [Am]a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a [F]semi- automatic that spits
Next time if [Em]you talk (y[E]ou talk)
[Am](And I know)

[Verse 4]
Y'all niggas is pussy, punani, vagina [Am]Your
monologue's getting tired,
now it's time to ride
Appren[F]tice you're fired,
you're no longer desired
So take [Em]off them silly c[E]hains,
put back on your wire

[Verse 5]
[Am]I'm on fire; Harley dipped in octane
Let East Coast bang, let West Coast bang
[F]And Rule gon' bring the ghetto gospel
To [Em]every hood possible,
pushing through in the [E]sky blue

[Verse 6]
[Am]Back with the Gods, you now,
preferably the four pound
Slugs flying at the speed of sound
Tryin to [F]catch the ears of niggas that's
running their mouths
I might [Em]get my Brooklyn niggas
to run in your [E]house

[Verse 7]
I don't [Am]really understand what the
running's about
But we're hunters,
we take pride in airing our prey [F]out
Leaving 'em layed out,
dead, in just a sport
[Am]'Cause we [E]ain't playing
up here in New York

[Verse 8]
I got [Am]a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can [F]tell the way
the homie spit
That nigga, I'm from [Em]New
York (New York)
[E]I got a

[Verse 9]
[Am]hundred ways to make a grip
Yes,
I'm from New York (New York)
And you can [F]tell I get
real ignorant
'Cause nigga,
I'm from [Em]New York (New York)
[E](And this is how we [Am]do)
Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose

[Verse 10]
[Am]This ain't
a movie,
even he got his head blown on the globe
And I [F]was just about to find God
But now that Ma$e is [Em]back,
I think I'd much rather find a menage
[E]And every

[Verse 11]
[Am]body talking crazy
how they're AK spit
But we done did some investigating,
and they ain't spray shit
Not [F]me, I'm the truth, homie,
got the industry [Em]shook like
"N[E]aw, nigga,
Joe gon' let 'em loose on [Am]me"

[Verse 12]
True Story, I'm bringing the T [Am]back
Even Roy Jones was forced
to Lean Back
My nig[F]ga Dre said, "grind, Cook"
Now we killing them [E]hard

[Verse 13]
Niggas said I must've found Pun's rhyme book
[Am]
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling,
like the ring around Saturn
[F]Cook Coke Crack,
niggas fiend for [Am]that
And you [E]already know the X
is where the team be at, uhh

[Verse 14]
I got [Am]a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
Ruff [F]Ryde, and D- Block and shit
Nigga,
fuck what [Em]you thought (you thought)
And [E]you

[Verse 15]
[Am]can't take shit for granted
'Cause life is too short (too short)
I got [F]a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from [Em]New York
[E](HA- HAAAEEH! And
this is how we do)

[Verse 16]
I swear [Am]it couldn't be sweeter,
life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat
her, you might get rich
It's guar[F]anteed you gon' die,
you might get missed
For maybe [E]two or three hours,

[Verse 17]
'til they light they spliffs
[Am]And that coke will get
you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out,
it's like America Online
[F]Wise has awoken,
and you know they say that you [Em]de served it
[E]Whenever you die with your eye[Em]s open

[Verse 18]
I [Am]still hold the title,
'cause I'm in the hood
Like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids hoppin'
[F]out with them old rifles
Just doing shit for [Em]nothin',
it's so spiteful, ha, I'm just [E]like you

[Verse 19]
[Am]Word that niggas wanna murk
you is in the air
A double shot of
'gac and the purple is in [F]the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when [E]you tell me I'm
[Em]the best it's a [E]compliment
[Am]HA- HAAAEEH!

[Verse 20]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips Nigga, I'm [Am]from
New York,
New York
And you can [F]tell the way
the homie spit
That nigga I'm from [Em]New [E]York,
New York

[Verse 21]
(I got [Am]a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York, New York)
I got a [F]semi- automatic that spits
Next time if [Em]you talk, [E]you talk

[Outro 1]
(And this is how we do)
[Am]
[F][Em]
[E][Am]
[F]
[Em][E][Am]
[F]
[Em]