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Dirty New Yorker ((From H.N.I.C. Part 2 Sessions))
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mobb Deep
Mobb Deep
Performer
Havoc
Havoc
Performer
Prodigy
Prodigy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Composer
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Composer
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Lyrics

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'm a ride, I'm a 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'm a let the world see you, you're a bitch, you're a snitch I'm a 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 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 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' 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 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 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
Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Alan Maman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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