Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Dirty New Yorker (feat. Havoc)

(Prodigy talking) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh Yeah... [Prodigy] 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'ma ride, I'ma 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 mothafuck, you niggas in the Ps I'ma let the world see you, you're a bitch, you're a snitch I'ma Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier If you got a cold heart then my shit just froze over Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim The windows on the crib, bullet proof them (Chorus) Prodigy X2 You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker Quens in this bitch fall back or get roped up You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker Quens mothafucka, move and get smoked up [Havoc] Ay' let's go Yeah, yeah I'm for the drama but I'm so laid back A nigga 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 shit 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, hoe niggas from let go Me and him was cool, just a mothafucka suck a gold Shit, Hav' a professional, nigga kill the noise You ain't mothafucking techno Boy I get several, things that severe you Can't see hell, come here here's a better view jooov.net