Rockstar Games - Dirty New Yorker lyrics

(Prodigy talking) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh Yeah... [Prodigy] Baby mama let's roll, here we go, Cheerio, Serial 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'mma ride, I'mma 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'mma let the world see you, you're a b**h, you're a snitch I'mma 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) Prodigy X2 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 [Havoc] Ay' let's go Yeah, yeah I'm for the drama but I'm so laid back A n***a 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 sh** 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 n***as from let go Me and him was cool, just a mothaf**a s** a gold sh**, Hav' a professional, n***a k** the noise You ain't mothaf**ing techno Boy I get several, things that severe you Can't see hell, come here here's a better view (Chorus) Prodigy X2