Dirty New Yorker lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah...

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
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 n*gga 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*gga'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 n*ggas and the pigs
I'mma let the world see you, you're a b*tch, you're a snitch
I'mma Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier
If you got a cold heart then my sh*t just froze over
Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim
The windows on the crib, bullet proof them

[Hook: Prodigy]
You're f*cking with a Dirty New Yorker
Queens in this b*tch fall back or get roped up
You're f*cking with a Dirty New Yorker
Queens mothaf*cka, move and get smoked up
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Ay' baby mama let's slide on the floor
I'mma pro with the flow
I can go on forever tell me when to stop yo
My first album Head n*gga in Charge it went gold
With my next sh*t 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'mma vet not a pet, you gon' see when I flip
n*ggas trip fall on their face and bust their own sh*t
Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement
Certain n*ggas 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'mma 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

[Hook: Prodigy]