(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 n**** 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****'s face open with the hand
Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS
I don't give a m********, you n***** in the Ps
I'ma let the world see you, you're a b****, you're a snitch
I'ma Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier
If you got a cold heart then my s*** just froze over
Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim
The windows on the crib, bullet proof them
(Chorus) Prodigy X2
You're f****** with a Dirty New Yorker
Queens in this b**** fall back or get roped up
You're f****** with a Dirty New Yorker
Queens m*********, move and get smoked up
[Havoc]
Ay' let's go
Yeah, yeah I'm for the drama but I'm so laid back
A n**** 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 b**p 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 s*** never catch the kid b**my
Shorty on my nuts like sweat
And it taste like metals and I swear I'm protected
What do you expect, hoe n***** from let go
Me and him was cool, just a m********* suck a gold
s***, Hav' a professional, n**** kill the noise
You ain't m*********** techno
Boy I get several, things that severe you
Can't see hell, come here here's a better view
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 n**** 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****'s face open with the hand
Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS
I don't give a m********, you n***** in the Ps
I'ma let the world see you, you're a b****, you're a snitch
I'ma Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier
If you got a cold heart then my s*** just froze over
Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim
The windows on the crib, bullet proof them
(Chorus) Prodigy X2
You're f****** with a Dirty New Yorker
Queens in this b**** fall back or get roped up
You're f****** with a Dirty New Yorker
Queens m*********, move and get smoked up
[Havoc]
Ay' let's go
Yeah, yeah I'm for the drama but I'm so laid back
A n**** 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 b**p 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 s*** never catch the kid b**my
Shorty on my nuts like sweat
And it taste like metals and I swear I'm protected
What do you expect, hoe n***** from let go
Me and him was cool, just a m********* suck a gold
s***, Hav' a professional, n**** kill the noise
You ain't m*********** techno
Boy I get several, things that severe you
Can't see hell, come here here's a better view