Dirty New Yorker

Dirty New Yorker
(Prodigy talking)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah...
Baby mama let's roll, here we go, Cheerio, Serial
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 ni*** 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 fuc*** with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens in this bitch fall back or get roped up
You're fuc*** with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens mothafucka, move and get smoked up
Ay' let's go
Yeah, yeah I'm for the drama but I'm so laid back
A ni*** 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, ni*** 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