“ja joe jada” jack

the city never sleeps
full of villains and creeps

From the opening ‘light-saber’-vibrations ushering in the dramatic return of Ja Rule you know it’s time, once again, for a Rotten Apple Anthem. Blocking off both ends of the alley the Don and the Champ hold down the dark threats just lovely. So let us daydream with city pride along with the switched up chorus.

(Ja Rule)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips and I’m from New York
I got a semiautomatic that spits next time if you talk

(Fat Joe)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips and I’m from New York
you can tell the way a homie spit I’m from new york
100 ways to make a grip I’m from new york
you can tell i get real ignorant I’m from new york

(Jadakiss)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips and I’m from New York
Ruff Ride and D-block and shit, fuck what you thought
you can’t take shit for granted, cause life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips and I’m from New York

And this is how we do...