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