Dirty New Yorker Lyrics

(Prodigy talking)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh
Baby mama let's roll, here we go, Cheerio, cereal
Killa with the flow and the blow and the dro'
And the gun go ring, hit 'em all in a row
AK-47, .40-glock, .44, let 'em know from the door
How it go, it's not a joke, there's gon' be a homicide
I'ma ride, I'ma rep me a n**** up in the box
and send 'em to his folks, his bloods, his kin
The drama it don't end, bust a gun
Bust a n****'s face open with the hand
Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS
I don't give a m********, you n***** in the Ps
I'ma let the world see you, you're a b****, you're a snitch
I'ma Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier
If you got a cold heart then my s*** just froze over
Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim
The windows on the crib, bullet proof them
(Chorus) Prodigy X2
You're f****** with a Dirty New Yorker
Queens in this b**** fall back or get roped up
You're f****** with a Dirty New Yorker
Queens m*********, move and get smoked up

Ay' let's go
Yeah, yeah I'm for the drama but I'm so laid back
A n**** get at me I'm gon' get 'em right back
I will say that, my flows so crack
You could put 'em in redtops and b**p that back
On the block or the corner, you slip you a goner
Your nose's getting warmer, the Ds out for ya
Get money-money or take money-money
Always on my fly s*** never catch the kid b**my
Shorty on my nuts like sweat
And it taste like metals and I swear I'm protected
What do you expect, hoe n***** from let go
Me and him was cool, just a m********* suck a gold
s***, Hav' a professional, n**** kill the noise
You ain't m*********** techno
Boy I get several, things that severe you
Can't see hell, come here here's a better view
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