Rotten Apple Remix

[Chorus: Prodigy]

The Rotten Apple made me like this

I don't give a fuck

I'll shoot a nigga down and cut a nigga up

New York made me this way; I'm all about a buck

My close friends was murdered, I bulletproofed my truck

Shit New York taught me - it's no mercy

There's no lettin' it slide, I'm so thirsty

New York, New York, nigga (New York City)

It's Queens, New York, nigga

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Listen, nigga, my face got the scars

My brain got the smarts, my chest got the heart

To fuck sum'n up; what, nigga? I make it hot

Police be on the block 'cause P just shot

Some stupid fucka, now you niggas can't pump - oh, mad at me?

Should be mad at that nigga who was tryna crab me

You know I ain't the one, if you didn't, you know now

These niggas be slow 'til I blow the four pound

And put a li'l pep in their step

I got death for any nigga wit' a 'S' on they chest

That's my reflexes when you hear them shots

See, if I gave it to a nigga he deserved what he got

Look, my hammer got the cure for your amnesia

How conveniently we forget, P is Black Caesar

It's 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 & Sean Price]

The Rotten Apple made me like this

I don't give a fuck

I'll shoot a nigga down and cut a nigga up

New York made me this way; I'm all about a buck

My close friends was murdered, I bulletproofed my truck

Shit New York taught me - it's no mercy

There's no lettin' it slide, I'm so thirsty (Yeah)

New York, New York, nigga (New York City)

It's Queens, New York, nigga

[Verse 2: Sean Price]

Look here, nigga

I fuck niggas up every damn day (Yeah)

Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A

Smack earth, wind, fire and ice out your face

Take crack out your pocket and screamed, "I rob base"

Knife game, gun game, nice with my hands (Pah!)

Fuck around and leave you right where you stand

Listen, punch a fan in the face and I lose a sale

Nah, I punch a fan and get sued and jailed

Comstockin', twenty sets of ten, arms lockin'

Pray five times a day, Allah doctrine (Tell 'em)

You got a hot song, but your album is not poppin'

Fuck it, do your thing homes, money off of ringtones

Best emcee that you know with no chain

Rather spit lines and sniff lines of cocaine (Okay)

Yeah, I did a whole eighth in a sniff

You call it a problem, I call it a gift

P!

[Chorus: Prodigy]

Like this

I don't give a fuck

I'll shoot a nigga down and cut a nigga up

New York made me this way; I'm all about a buck

My close friends was murdered, I bulletproofed my truck

Shit New York taught me - it's no mercy

There's no lettin' it slide, I'm so thirsty

New York, New York, nigga (New York City)

It's Queens, New York, nigga