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Rotten Apple Lyrics

Chorus:]
"The Rotten Apple" made me like this
I don't give a f***
I shoot a n**** down and cut a n**** up
New York made me this way; I'm all about a buck
My close friends was murdered, I bullet proof my truck
s***, New York taught me, it's no mercy
It's no lettin' it slide, I'm so thirsty
New York!, New York!, n****! (New York City)
It's Queens New York n****!

[Prodigy:]
Listen n****, my face got the scars
My brain got the smarts, my chest got the heart
To f*** someone up, what n****? I make it hot
Police be up on the block, 'cause P just shot
Some stupid f****, now you n***** can't pump, ol' mad at me
Should be mad at that n**** whose tryna crab me
You know I ain't the one if you didn't you know now
These n***** be slow, 'til I blow the four pound
And put a 'lil pep in their step
I got death for any n**** wit 'S' on their chest
That's my reflexes, when you hear them shots
See if I gave it to a n**** he deserves what he got
Look my hammer got the cure for your amnesia
How conveniently we forget, P is Black Caesar
And Hell over in Queens that swell up in my jeans
Don't mean I'm happy to see you, that mean I got the thang
[Chorus]

[Prodigy:]
Look here n****!, I rap what I live, you makin' up s***
Old type of scenarios this how it really goes
In real life you're a puss', neva pull no jukes
Neva pull no trigger and let the blood gush
As for my 'lil cousin over here; n***** get booked
You p**** come back for his s***, the p**** get douche
We the ultimate Thug n*****, The Grand Goons
Majesty and E Money Bags already told you
If 'Pac was still alive we be on the same team
We got bigger fish to fry then that b**** supreme
Now you listenin' with new ears, see me with new eyes
They play and they pray for the day I die
Nah!, I shoot shooters in, kill killers
Send your henchman and I'ma make a movie outta n*****
Huh? Straight snuff film, get your rub peeled
Remove your skull, my heart is so cold
[Chorus]

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