The Prodigy - Dirty New Yorker lyrics

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The 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 k**a 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 n***a 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***a's face open with the hand Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS I don't give a mothaf**, you n***as in the Ps I'm a let the world see you, you're a b**h, you're a snitch I'm a Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier If you got a cold heart then my sh** 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**ing with a Dirty New Yorker Quens in this b**h fall back or get roped up You're f**ing with a Dirty New Yorker Quens mothaf**a, 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 n***a in Charge it went gold With my next sh** 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 n***as trip fall on their face and bust their own sh** Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement Certain n***as 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'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]