(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 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

(Chorus) 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

[Havoc]
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

(Chorus) Prodigy X2