PRODIGY lyrics : "Dirty New Yorker"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah...
[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, not a joke, there's gon' be a homicide
I'm a ride, I'm a wrap me a ^!$$% up in a box
And send 'em to his folks, his blood, his kin
The drama it don't end, bust a gun
Bust a ^!$$%'s face open with the Henn
Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS
I don't give a motha$#&@, you ^!$$%s in the Ps
I'm a let the world see you, you a (*##$, you a snitch
I'm a Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier
If you got a cold heart then my %#@! just froze over
Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, with bullet proof trim
The windows all in the crib, BULLET PROOF THEM...
[Chorus x2: Prodigy]
You're $#&@ing with a Dirty New Yorker
Queens in this (*##$ fall back or get roped up
You're $#&@ing with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens motha$#&@a, move or get smoked up
[Prodigy:]
Ay' baby mama let's slide on the floor
I'm a pro with the flow
I can go on forever tell me when to stop yo
My first album Head ^!$$% in Charge it went gold
With my next %#@! 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
^!$$%s trip fall on their face and bust their own %#@!
Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement
Certain ^!$$%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 $#&@ed 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]
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