Rotten Apple Remix

Lyrics

[Hook: 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 One: 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 [Hook: 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 Two: 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! [Hook: 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