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Dirty New Yorker Song Lyrics
Dirty New Yorker by Prodigy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah

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**k, you niggas in the Ps
I'm a let the world see you, you're a b**ch, you're a snitch

I'm a 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

You're f**king with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens in this b**ch fall back or get roped up
You're f**king with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens mothaf**ka, move and get smoked up

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 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'm a vet not a pet, you gon' see when I flip

Niggas trip fall on their face and bust their own sh*t
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**ked 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