New York New York (Remix) (Dirty) Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
I got [Em]a hundred guns,
[Am]a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a [F]semi automatic that spits
next time if [Em]you talk[E]
I got [Am]a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
nigga I'm from New York
I got a [F]semi automatic that spits
next time if [Em]you talk[E]
And I [Am]know

[Verse 2]
Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina [Am]Your
monologue's getting tired,
now it's time to ride
[F]You're print distrified, you're no
longer desired
So take [Em]off them silly c[E]hains,
put back on your wire

[Verse 3]
I'm on [Am]fire, holly dipped in octane
Let each coast bang, let west coast bang
[F]And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To [Em]every hood possible,
pushin' through in the [E]sky blue

[Verse 4]
[Am]Back with the Gods you now,
preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound
Tryin' to [F]catch the ears of
niggaz that's runnin' their mouths
I might [Em]get my Brooklyn niggaz to
run in your [E]house

[Verse 5]
I don't [Am]really understand what the
runnin's about
But we're hunters,
we take pride in airin' our prey [F]out
Leavin' 'em layed out,
dead, in just a sport
[Am]'Cause we [E]ain't playin'
[Em]up here in N[E]ew York

[Verse 6]
I got [Am]a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
nigga I'm from New York
And you can [F]tell the way the homie spit,
that nigga, I'm from [Em]New York
[E]I got a h[Am]undred ways to make a grip,
yes, I'm from New York
And you can [F]tell I get real ignorant,
'cause nigga, I'm from [Em]New York
And this [E]is how we [Am]do
Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose

[Verse 7]
[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 maze is [Em]back,
I think I'd much rather find a menage
[E]And every

[Verse 8]
[Am]body talkin' crazy
how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin',
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 gonna let 'em loose on [Am]me"

[Verse 9]
True Story, I'm bringin' the T [Am]back
Even Roy Jones was forced
to lean back
My nig[F]ga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin' them [E]Howard niggaz
Who said I must of found

[Verse 10]
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,
niggaz fiend for [Am]that
And you [E]already know the X
is where the team be at

[Verse 11]
I got [Am]a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
nigga I'm from New York
Ruff [F]Ryde, and D block and shit,
nigga fuck what [Em]you thought
And [E]you [Am]can't take shit for granted,
because life is too short
I got [F]a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
nigga I'm from [Em]New York
[E]And this is how we do

[Verse 12]
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 gonna die,
you might get missed
[E]For maybe 2 or 3 hours,

[Verse 13]
till they light their 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 wh[E]enever
you die with your eye[Em]s open"

[Verse 14]
I [Am]still hold a title,
because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids,
hoppin' [F]out with them old rifles
Just doin' shit for [Em]nothin, it's so spiteful

[Verse 15]
Ha I'm just like you
[Am]Word that niggaz wanna murk
you is in the air
A double shot of yak
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]I got

[Verse 16]
a hundred guns, a hundred clips,
nigga I'm from New York
And you can [F]tell the way the homie spit,
'cause nigga I'm from [Em]New York!
[E]I got a h[Am]undred guns, a hundred clips,
nigga I'm from New York
I got a [F]semi automatic that spits
next time if [Em]you talk
[E]And this is how we do![Am]

[Outro 1]
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