Dirty New Yorker

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 ***** 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 *****'s face open with the hand
Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS
I don't give a motha****, you ****** in the Ps
I'm a let the world see you, you're a *****, you're a snitch
I'm a Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier
If you got a cold heart then my **** just froze over
Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim
The windows on the crib, bullet proof them
You're ****ing with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens in this ***** fall back or get roped up
You're ****ing with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens motha****a, 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 ***** In Charge it went gold
With my next **** 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
****** trip fall on their face and bust their own ****
Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement
Certain ****** 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 ****ed 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