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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!lla 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-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 in the ps
i’m a let the world see you, you’re a b-tch, 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

[chorus x2: prodigy]
you’re f-cking with a dirty new yorker
quens in this b-tch fall back or get roped up
you’re f-cking with a dirty new yorker
quens mothaf-cka, 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-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’m a 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’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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