Dirty New Yorker
๐ต 1779 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:51 duration
๐ ID: 7475356
๐ Lyrics
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'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
() 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
Ay' baby mama let's slide on the floor
I'ma 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 shit 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'ma vet not a pet, you gon' see when I flip
Niggas trip fall on their face and bust their own shit
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 fucked up in memory of them
I'ma 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
() Prodigy X2
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'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
() 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
Ay' baby mama let's slide on the floor
I'ma 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 shit 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'ma vet not a pet, you gon' see when I flip
Niggas trip fall on their face and bust their own shit
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 fucked up in memory of them
I'ma 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
() Prodigy X2
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.63] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:04.44] Uh, uh, uh
[00:10.80] Yeah...
[00:16.28] Baby mama let's roll, here we go, Cheerio, cereal
[00:22.64] Killa with the flow and the blow and the dro'
[00:25.39] And the gun go ring, hit 'em all in a row
[00:28.03] AK-47, .40-glock, .44, let 'em know from the door
[00:32.68] How it go, it's not a joke, there's gon' be a homicide
[00:35.31] I'ma ride, I'ma rep me a nigga up in the box
[00:38.06] And send 'em to his folks, his bloods, his kin
[00:39.85] The drama it don't end, bust a gun
[00:42.66] Bust a nigga's face open with the hand
[00:44.42] Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS
[00:47.15] I don't give a mothafuck, you niggas in the Ps
[00:49.83] I'ma let the world see you, you're a bitch, you're a snitch
[00:52.52] I'ma Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier
[00:54.34] If you got a cold heart then my shit just froze over
[00:58.00] Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim
[00:59.80] The windows on the crib, bullet proof them
[01:02.61] () Prodigy X2
[01:03.52] You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
[01:05.33] Quens in this bitch fall back or get roped up
[01:09.09] You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
[01:10.88] Quens mothafucka, move and get smoked up
[01:14.57] Ay' baby mama let's slide on the floor
[01:25.45] I'ma pro with the flow
[01:27.20] I can go on forever tell me when to stop yo
[01:29.93] My first album Head Nigga in Charge it went gold
[01:31.74] With my next shit I'm just trying to seel a lil mo'
[01:34.66] I won't be mad if it's less, I'm still filthy rich
[01:37.39] We going on a permanent tour and never coming back
[01:40.08] I'ma vet not a pet, you gon' see when I flip
[01:42.70] Niggas trip fall on their face and bust their own shit
[01:45.49] Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement
[01:48.26] Certain niggas not to be touched and I'm one of 'em
[01:50.94] Pop to bub me, crack open the Goose and the Gin
[01:53.69] You gon' get real fucked up in memory of them
[01:56.39] I'ma cop some more ice, houses and whips
[01:59.03] Why they mad? 'Cause they can't spend money like this
[02:01.70] 180 on the wrist, 190 on the six-speed
[02:04.56] Porsche with the turbo and shatter proof tenth
[02:06.39] () Prodigy X2
[02:07.27]
[00:04.44] Uh, uh, uh
[00:10.80] Yeah...
[00:16.28] Baby mama let's roll, here we go, Cheerio, cereal
[00:22.64] Killa with the flow and the blow and the dro'
[00:25.39] And the gun go ring, hit 'em all in a row
[00:28.03] AK-47, .40-glock, .44, let 'em know from the door
[00:32.68] How it go, it's not a joke, there's gon' be a homicide
[00:35.31] I'ma ride, I'ma rep me a nigga up in the box
[00:38.06] And send 'em to his folks, his bloods, his kin
[00:39.85] The drama it don't end, bust a gun
[00:42.66] Bust a nigga's face open with the hand
[00:44.42] Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS
[00:47.15] I don't give a mothafuck, you niggas in the Ps
[00:49.83] I'ma let the world see you, you're a bitch, you're a snitch
[00:52.52] I'ma Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier
[00:54.34] If you got a cold heart then my shit just froze over
[00:58.00] Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim
[00:59.80] The windows on the crib, bullet proof them
[01:02.61] () Prodigy X2
[01:03.52] You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
[01:05.33] Quens in this bitch fall back or get roped up
[01:09.09] You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
[01:10.88] Quens mothafucka, move and get smoked up
[01:14.57] Ay' baby mama let's slide on the floor
[01:25.45] I'ma pro with the flow
[01:27.20] I can go on forever tell me when to stop yo
[01:29.93] My first album Head Nigga in Charge it went gold
[01:31.74] With my next shit I'm just trying to seel a lil mo'
[01:34.66] I won't be mad if it's less, I'm still filthy rich
[01:37.39] We going on a permanent tour and never coming back
[01:40.08] I'ma vet not a pet, you gon' see when I flip
[01:42.70] Niggas trip fall on their face and bust their own shit
[01:45.49] Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement
[01:48.26] Certain niggas not to be touched and I'm one of 'em
[01:50.94] Pop to bub me, crack open the Goose and the Gin
[01:53.69] You gon' get real fucked up in memory of them
[01:56.39] I'ma cop some more ice, houses and whips
[01:59.03] Why they mad? 'Cause they can't spend money like this
[02:01.70] 180 on the wrist, 190 on the six-speed
[02:04.56] Porsche with the turbo and shatter proof tenth
[02:06.39] () Prodigy X2
[02:07.27]