Chords for New York

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[C#] If you talk, you talk, [B] then I know
Y'all niggas is pussy, penani, vagina, your monologue's getting tired
Now it's time to ride, [G] apprentice, you're fired
You no longer desired [F#] to take off them silly chains
[C#] Put back on your [B] white, I'm on fire
Holly dick, then octane, let East Coast bang
Let West Coast [G] bang, and rule gon' bring
The ghetto gossip [F#m] to every hood possible
Pushing through in [Bm] the sky blue, black what could guard you now
Prefer to get a four pound slug, sliding at the speed of [G] sound
Trying to catch the ears of [E] niggas that's running their mouths
I [F#] might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house
[B] I don't really understand what the running's about
But we hunters, we take pride in erring our [G] prey out
Leaving them laid out dead and just for sport
[F#] Cause we ain't playing up here in New York
[Bm] I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York, New York
[G] And you can tell the way that homie spit
That nigga, [F#] I'm from New York, [C#] New York
I [Bm] got a hundred ways to make a grip
Yes, I'm from New York, New York
[G] And you can tell I get real ignorant
Cause nigga, I'm [F#m] from New [F#] York, New York
And this is [B] how we do
Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie even, he got his head blown on the globe
[G] And I was just about to find God
But now that [C#] Mesa's back, I think I'd much rather find a [B] monarch
And everybody talking crazy how they AK sit
But we done disinvestigated and they ain't spray shit
[G] Not me, I'm a troop homie
Got the [F#] industry shook like nah, nigga, joke on, let [B] them loose, homie
True story, I'm bringing the team back
Even Roy Jones was forced to lean [G] back
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we're killing [F#] them hard
Nigga, sin, I must've found one's [B] rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling like the ring around [G] Saturn
Cut, cut, crack, nigga, sing for that
[F#] And you already know the X's where the team be at
I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New York, New York
[G] Here, rough riding, deep locking shit
Nigga, [F#] fuck what you thought, [Bm] you thought
[B] And you can't take [Bm] shit for granted
Cause life is too short, too short
[G] Got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm [F#] from New York
[Bm] _ This is [B] how we do
I swear it couldn't be sweeter
Life's a bitch depending on how you treat her
You might get rich, it's [G] guaranteed you gon' die
And you might get missed [F#] for maybe two or three hours
Till they light they [B] spliffs
And that coke'll get you a long time
But when I let them know the dope is out
It's like America [G] online
Wise as a Vulcan
And you know they [F#] say that you deserved it
Whenever you die with your [Bm] eyes open
I still hold a title
Cause I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up [G] kids hopping out with the old rifle
Just doing shit [F#] for nothing, it's so spiteful
I'm just [B] like you
Word that nigga's one of Murphy was in the air
Double shot a yak and the purple is in [G] the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
[F#m] So when you tell me I'm the best, it's a compliment
[B] Got a hundred guns and a hundred clips
Nigga I'm from New [Bm] York, New York
[G] And you can tell the way that homie spit
That nigga [F#] I'm from New York, [C#] New York
I [B] got a hundred guns, a [Bm] hundred clips
Nigga I'm from New York, New York
[G] I got a semi-automatic that spits next time [F#] if you talk
[C#] And this is [Bm] how we do _
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