Prodigy - Dirty New Yorker Lyrics

[talking: Prodigy]
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'm a ride, I'm a 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 mothaf*ck, you niggas in the Ps
I'm a let the world see you, you're a bitch, you're a snitch
I'm a 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 x2: Prodigy]
You're f*cking with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens in this bitch fall back or get roped up
You're f*cking with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens mothaf*cka, move and get smoked up

[Prodigy:]
Ay' baby mama let's slide on the floor
I'm a pro with the flow
I can go on forever tell me when to stop yo
My first album Head Nigga in Charge it went gold
With my next shit 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'm a vet not a pet, you gon' see when I flip
Niggas trip fall on their face and bust their own shit
Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement
Certain niggas 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*cked up in memory of them
I'm a 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 x2: Prodigy]