[Verse 1]
In the Rotten Apple, take a bite, taste the worm
Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn
Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest
I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold
Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep
MAC-11's in Legends, cracks in the streets
Patroller, gold money-folder, gun-happy soldiers
Never sober, takin' over, my blood is colder
Niggas respect violence, so I become it
I'm from it, I even done it blunted, so run it!
[Bridge: Dude robbing another dude]
Yeah, son! You know what this is — take it off, man
(Come on, dunn, don't even come at me like that, dunn)
(Come on, dunn!)
[Hook]
Yeah, imagine this — no guns, no knife
It's a one on one, so now we gots to fight
Son, imagine this — no gun, no knife
It's a one on one, now we got to fight
Yeah, imagine that — no gun, no knife
It's a one on one, now we got to fight
Yeah, imagine this — no gun, no knife
It's a one on one, son…
[Verse 2]
Yo, I'm a cream fiend! With a mean dream
Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin' fresh out the greens
Give you what you never seen, the inf's on the MAC-10
It's 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens
Try hard and die hard
Chances of survivin' the game is like tryin' to feed Allah lard
I walk at piece with a deadly shadow
They want to blow me with the double barrel, foul, no sorrow
I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in the thinker, dome
Make Hell your new home, with the blue chrome
Mid-State wants me, suave fella but raunchy
The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country
But only to shed tears for years
Too wild for my own self, hopin' help is near
Street fightin' was cool, but in school, I brought a new tool
Duelin' with the devil, a rebel, a fool
[Chorus]
Imagine this — no guns, no knife
Just a one on one where we gots to fight
Son, imagine this — no gun, no knife
Just a one on one, yo, we got to fight
Yeah, imagine this — no gun, no knife
It's a one on one where we got to fight
Yeah, imagine this — no gun, no knife
It's the one on one, one on one…
Yeah, yeah! Take it to the 'Bridge — Queensbridge
[Bridge: Dude robbing another dude]
Yo, whassup money? (Yo, yo, do you remember this face?)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah! Run these! Run these!)
*Sounds of a brawl* (Break you down! Get broke!)
(No hands, run that! Run that! Run that! No hands)
[Verse 3]
I hear Jake walkie-talkie's in my sleep
Marked money I keep, play the benches all week
I visualize Coupés, alligators in suits
Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof
Sippin' 80 proof, watchin' Juice
But hold up! I see some brothers tryin' to roll up
Wishin' I could fold up
It's hard to see the faces in they hoodies, I better boogie
Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me – I'm out
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, kid! Don't front
360 degrees, knowhatI'msayin?
That's how it comes back at you
Queensbridge, that's how we live
South side, all that
Yeah, New York
Light it up! Light it up!
Yo, yo! You saw how I snuffed that kid?
Yeah, I saw that, I saw that
Light it up! Light it up!
Ain't no half steppin' out here
That's how we do out here in the street fight!
KnowhatI'msayin?
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