Game New York Lyrics

New York Lyrics

(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



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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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