Rotten Apple

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] Yeah! Hahahah Nigga, it's 2006, and I'm back in this bitch G-Unit! (Yeah) [Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] When I come through, I'm comfortable Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew Matter fact, who the fuck are you? Cause I, I got to get it (Got to get it) and you can roll if you with it I got to get it (Got to get it) the world and what's in it And you can get it (You can get it) in a New York minute I got to get it (Got to get it) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Ay, rap gon' get that boy found in a river Dead by a trigger, thinkin' he Schwarzenegger Fools don't take him, I took him across the liver Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzler The drama is a part of the story that I'ma give ya The black mags and backstabs are so familiar The knapsacks and black bags are full of scrilla That lame ain't a killer, he softer than chinchilla And I'm a GT, see a four-door wheeler Matter fact this summer, it's 44 four-wheelers .45 on my side, shorty ride for his pride Forty eyes on the prize, now I'm energized Nothin' but shiny shit around the neck and rims Bitches only come around when ya gettin record spins What a way to double up, I'm headin on my second wind Rollin luggage on the jet, I ain't gotta check it in [Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] When I come through, I'm comfortable Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew Matter fact, who the fuck are you? Cause I, I got to get it (Got to get it) and you can roll if you with it I got to get it (Got to get it) the world and what's in it And you can get it (You can get it) in a New York minute I got to get it (Got to get it) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] This is heroin medicine, that morphine flow My gun go off nigga and everybody know I hold it down with the pound 357 ways Hollow tip graze'll put a part through ya waves Half Christian, half killer, half man, half gorilla I pop somethin do a nigga dirty for that scrilla Now I'm floored, D's kick the door, found me on the floor By my toilet tryna flush that raw, toilet wouldn't flush, I'm fucked Half a brick of yay goin round and round Mary J. my life, I'm goin' down It's sounds like we all came up the same My nigga I'm for real, they just rappin' mayne Find out when the semis come out I'll blow the engine out ya hemi, no doubt I'm New York City's pharaoh, I'll have you starin down the barrel You got 'em? Good, get 'em, it's cool, hit 'em [Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] When I come through, I'm comfortable Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew Matter fact, who the fuck are you? Cause I, I got to get it (Got to get it) and you can roll if you with it I got to get it (Got to get it) the world and what's in it And you can get it (You can get it) in a New York minute I got to get it (Got to get it) [Verse 3: Prodigy] You about to get that ass caught up in some shit We about to show that ass how it get When the jealousy turn envy in this shit Turn deadly, the innocent get hit Pull up in them whips Tinted out, spittin out hollows and they rip Niggas apart in the dark or it's daytime, it's good with me Just cool, I brought ya whole hood with me We had Gabriel right before MTV So we can G him to give us that chain for cheap We got David and Jacob for them bracelets and rings Cause our verse in the hood makes they names ring She take a picture with me on BET She the new talk of the hood, it's PCP One taste of the stick, and she hooked like fish Me, Banks and Hav' got this shit vice gripped [Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] When I come through, I'm comfortable Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew Matter fact, who the fuck are you? Cause I, I got to get it (Got to get it) and you can roll if you with it I got to get it (Got to get it) the world and what's in it And you can get it (You can get it) in a New York minute I got to get it (Got to get it)