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 

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 Nigga In Charge it went gold 

With my next shit 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 

Niggas trip fall on their face and bust their own shit 
Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement 
Certain niggas 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 fucked 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