The Rotten Apple (Mixed)

[Chorus: Prodigy]

The Rotten Apple made me like this

I don't give a fuck

I 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 bulletproof my truck

Shit, New York taught me

It's no mercy

It'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 someone up

What, nigga? I make it hot

Police be on the block

'Cause P just shot some stupid fucker

Now you niggas can't pump, ol' mad at me

Should be mad at that nigga whosе tryna crab me

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

Thеse niggas be slow, 'til I blow the four pound

And put a lil' pep in their step

I got death for any nigga wit a "S" on their chest

That's my reflexes, when you hear them shots

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

Look, my hammer got the cure for your amnesia

How conveniently we forget, P is Black Caesar

And 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