Rotten Apple

[Intro] New York will force the best to come outta you or force you to fold up [Chorus: Big Twins] Clappo, New York, NY, New Yitty, thun, clappo, clappo Queensbridge Projects, we the Rotten Apple I guess it's about time to pay a visit home in New York [x2] New York! [Verse 1: Big Twins] The place of Hip Hop (Yeah) I'm glad to be a part of it, I hope my shit pop Millions of people, or probably got more rats (Word) Wild as a kid, I loved runnin' in train tracks (What up?) Everybody hustlin', tryna get the bills paid Don't fuck with the Bloods, thun, probably get the Crips sprayed (Brah) Everybody mad walk around witta attitude (What up?) Don't owe a nigga money, thun, he'd probably get at you (Yeah, man) But it's good timеs especially summertimе (Word) Shorty's all bad (what up, ma?), they'll blow your mind The rent is all high, you gotta have chips (Yeah) To live in NY, you gotta do it big (Duh!) In the city I was born I wanna die in And the cops is reckless, they start firin' (Brah!) We got any drug you can never want And we start the drama before y'all niggas front (Woop woop) [Chorus] Clappo, New York, NY, New Yitty, thun, clappo, clappo Queensbridge Projects, we the Rotten Apple I guess it's about time to pay a visit home in New York [x2] New York! [Verse 2: Prodigy] Oh shit, them boys comin', man, fuck them niggas (brah!), shoot at them niggas (braah!), let's take 'em home, let's go, yeah I give you nightmares, you'd be happy it was just a dream You wake up thankin' God that it wasn't real, P Krueger Who will stalk you in your sleep like Freddy Plus I see you in real life, your legs turn spaghetti I can stop your accounts like the IRS I said you can't punk no more, not as dead This the new shit for 2020 We made it to the future Thank God for lovin', the head nigga in charge The Infamous notorious gang Your girl love my hoodie, so I gave it to her, mane, ay Porno flick She wanted wild for the night, I gave her all o' this NYC, real bad boy fixin' niggas With these tools on my belt, call Sunny, get the hitters I'll burn yo' mama house down, with that bitch in it You flipped on me, time to pay you a visit, uh [Chorus] Clappo, New York, NY, New Yitty, thun, clappo, clappo Queensbridge Projects, we the Rotten Apple New York! [x3]