New York - Fat Joe, Ja Rule & Jadakiss: 노래 가사, 뮤직 비디오 및 콘서트

Fat Joe, Ja Rule & Jadakiss

New York

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New York은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2004년 11월 9일일에 I.G. Records, Inc./Universal Records에서 발매되었습니다.R.U.L.E.

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지난 7일

00:15 - 00:20

New York은(는) 지난 주에 약 15 초 시점에에 가장 많이 검색된 곡입니다.

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개요

가사

뮤직 비디오

뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트

Ja Rule

보컬

Fat Joe

보컬

Jadakiss

보컬

작곡 및 작사

Jeffrey Atkins

작사가 겸 작곡가

Marcello Valenzano

Marcello Valenzano

작사가 겸 작곡가

Andre Lyon

작사가 겸 작곡가

Irving Lorenzo

작사가 겸 작곡가

Lawrence Parker

Lawrence Parker

작사가 겸 작곡가

Jason Phillips

작사가 겸 작곡가

Joseph Cartagena

Joseph Cartagena

작사가 겸 작곡가

프로덕션 및 엔지니어링

Cool & Dre

프로듀서

Irv Gotti

공동 프로듀서

Milwaukee Buck

녹음 엔지니어

Brian Springer

믹싱 엔지니어

Tom Coyne

마스터링 엔지니어

가사

[Verse 1]

(This is, this is, this is, this is, this is)

(This is, this is)

I got a hunnid guns

Uh

[Verse 2]

I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips

****, I'm from New York

(New York)

I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk

(You talk)

I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips

****, I'm from New York

(New York)

I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk

(You talk)

And I know

[Verse 3]

Y'all **** is pussy, poonani, vagina

Your monologue's getting tired, now

It's time to ride

'Apprentice' you fired

You're no longer desired

So take off them silly chains

Put back on your wire

I'm on fire!

Harley dipped in octane

Let East Coast bang!

Let West Coast bang!

And Rule gon' bring the ghetto gospel

To every hood possible

Pushin' through in the sky blue

Back with the gods, you now

Preferably the 4 pound

Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound

Tryna catch the ears of ****

That's runnin' they mouths

I might get my Brooklyn ****

To run in your house

I don't really understand

What the runnin's about

But we hunters

We take pride in airin' our prey out

Leavin' 'em laid out, dead

In just a sport

'Cause we ain't playin'

Up here in New York!

[Verse 4]

I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips

****, I'm from New York

(New York)

And you can tell the way the homie spit

That ****, I'm from New York

(New York)

I got a hunnid ways to make a grip

Yes, I'm from New York

(New York)

And you can tell I get real ignorant

'Cause ****, I'm from New York

(New York)

And this is how we do

[Verse 5]

****, I can see the coke in your nose

This ain't a movie

Even he got his head blown on the globe

And I was just about to find God

But now that Ma$e is back

I think I'd much rather find a menage!

And everybody talkin' crazy

How they AK's spit

But we done did some 'vestigatin'

And they ain't spray shit!

Not me, I'm the truth homie

Got the industry shook like

"Nah ****, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me! "

'True Story' I'm bringin' the team back

Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back

My **** Dre said, "Grind, Cook"

Now we killin' 'em hard

**** sayin' I musta found Pun's rhyme book

Got bitches on top of the Phantom

And the pinky got bling

Like the ring around Saturn

'Cook-Coke-Crack'

**** fiend for that

And you already know the X

Is where the team be at!

[Verse 6]

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

****, I'm from New York

(New York)

Ruff Ryder, and D-Block and shit

****, fuck what you thought

(You thought)

And you can't take shit for granted

'Cause life is too short

(Too short)

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

****, I'm from New York

(Aaahaa!)

And this is how we do

[Verse 7]

I swear, it couldn't be sweeter

Life's a bitch

Depending on how you treat her

You might get rich

It's guaranteed you gonna die

And you might get missed

For maybe 2 or 3 hours

Till they light they spliffs

And that coke

Could get you a long time

But when I let 'em know the dope is out

It's like 'America Online'

Wise is awoken

And you know they say that you deserved it

Whenever you die with your eyes open

I still hold the title

'Cause I'm in the hood

Like them little motorcycles

Stick up kids hoppin' out

With the old rifles

Just doin' shit for nothin'

It's so spiteful

Ha, I'm just like you!

The word that **** wanna murk you

Is in the air

A double shot of 'gnac and the purple

Is in the air

And I'm not cocky, I'm confident

So when you tell me I'm the best

It's a compliment!

(Aaahaa!)

[Verse 8]

I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips

****, I'm from New York

(New York)

And you can tell the way the homie spit

That **** I'm from New York

(New York)

I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips

****, I'm from New York

(New York)

I got a semi automatic that spits

Next time if you talk

(Aaahaa!)

And this is how we do!

Written by: Andre Lyon, Clement Seymour Dodd, Hyman Wright, Irving Lorenzo, J Cartegena, J. Phillips, Jeffrey Atkins, Joseph Cartagena, Lawrence Parker, Marcello Valenzano

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