the rotten apple - prodigy & the alchemist lyrics
[hook]
the rotten apple made me like this
i don’t give a f-ck
i shoot a n-gga down and cut a n-gga up
new york made me this way; i’m all about a buck
my close friends was murdered, i bullet proof my truck
sh-t, new york taught me, it’s no mercy
it’s no lettin’ it slide, i’m so thirsty
new york!, new york!, n-gga! {“new york city”}
it’s queens new york n-gga!
[verse 1: prodigy]
listen n-gga, my face got the scars
my brain got the smarts, my chest got the heart
to f-ck someone up, what n-gga? i make it hot
police be up on the block, ’cause p just shot
some stupid f-cker, now you n-ggas can’t pump, ol’ mad at me
should be mad at that n-gga whose tryna crab me
you know i ain’t the one if you didn’t you know now
these n-ggas be slow, ’til i blow the four pound
and put a ‘lil pep in their step
i got death for any n-gga wit an ‘s’ on their chest
that’s my reflexes, when you hear them shots
see if i gave it to a n-gga he deserves what he got
look my hammer got the cure for your amnesia
how conveniently we forget, p is black caesar
and h-ll over in queens that swell up in my jeans
don’t mean i’m happy to see you, that mean i got the thang
[hook]the rotten apple made me like this
i don’t give a f-ck
i shoot a n-gga down and cut a n-gga up
new york made me this way; i’m all about a buck
my close friends was murdered, i bullet proof my truck
sh-t, new york taught me, it’s no mercy
it’s no lettin’ it slide, i’m so thirsty
new york!, new york!, n-gga! {“new york city”}
it’s queens new york n-gga!
[verse 2: prodigy]
look here n-gga!, i rap what i live, you makin’ up sh-t
old type of scenarios this how it really goes
in real life you’re a p-ss’, never pull no juks
neva pull no trigger and let the blood gush
as for my ‘lil cousin over here; n-ggas get booked
you p-ssy come back for his sh-t, the p-ssy get douche
we the ultimate thug n-ggas, 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 than that b-tch 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 and, k!ll k!llers
send your henchman and i’mma make a movie outta n-ggas
huh? straight snuff film, get your rub peeled
remove your skull, my heart is so cold
[hook]
the rotten apple made me like this
i don’t give a f-ck
i shoot a n-gga down and cut a n-gga up
new york made me this way; i’m all about a buck
my close friends was murdered, i bullet proof my truck
sh-t, new york taught me, it’s no mercy
it’s no lettin’ it slide, i’m so thirsty
new york!, new york!, n-gga! {“new york city”}
it’s queens new york n-gga!
“the mac is motherf-cking back…”
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