Dirty New Yorker lyrics

(Prodigy talking)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, uh, uh

Yeah...

[Prodigy]

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'mma ride, I'mma rep me a nigga 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 nigga's face open with the hand

Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS

I don't give a mothafuck, you niggas in the Ps

I'mma let the world see you, you're a bitch, you're a snitch

I'mma Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier

If you got a cold heart then my shit just froze over

Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim

The windows on the crib, bullet proof them

(Chorus) Prodigy X2

You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker

Quens in this bitch fall back or get roped up

You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker

Quens mothafucka, move and get smoked up

[Havoc]

Ay' let's go

Yeah, yeah I'm for the drama but I'm so laid back

A nigga 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 bump 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 shit never catch the kid bummy

Shorty on my nuts like sweats

And it taste like metals and I swear I'm to protected

What do you expect, ho niggas from let go

Me and him was cool, just a mothafucka suck a gold

Shit, Hav' a professional, nigga kill the noise

You ain't mothafucking techno

Boy I get several, things that severe you

Can't see hell, come here here's a better view

(Chorus) Prodigy X2

• Artist:Mobb Deep