Prodigy 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'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____s 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___ing with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens in this b____ fall back or get roped up
You're f___ing with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens m________a, move and get smoked up

[Prodigy]
Ay' baby mama let's slide on the floor
I'ma pro with the flow
I can go on forever tell me when to stop yo
My first album Head n____ in Charge it went gold
With my next s___ I'm just trying to seel a lil mo'
I won't be mad if it's less, I'm still filthy rich
We going on a permanent tour and never coming back
I'ma vet not a pet, you gon' see when I flip
n____s trip fall on their face and bust their own s___
Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement
Certain n____s not to be touched and I'm one of 'em
Pop to bub me, crack open the Goose and the Gin
You gon' get real f___ed up in memory of them
I'ma cop some more ice, houses and whips
Why they mad? 'Cause they can't spend money like this
180 on the wrist, 190 on the six-speed
Porsche with the turbo and shatter proof tenth

(Chorus) Prodigy X2