Rotten Apple

New York will force the best to come outta
You or force you to fold up

Clappin', New York, NY, New Yitty
Thun, clappin', clappo
Queensbridge Projects, we the Rotten Apple

I guess it's about time to pay a
Visit home in your heart new York, new York!

The place of Hip-Hop (yeah)
I'm glad to be a part of
It I hope my shit pop
Millions of people, or probably got more rats
(word) , wild as a kid I loved
Runnin' in train tracks (what up)
Everybody hustlin', tryna get
The bills paid
Don't fuck with the Bloods, thun
Probably get the Crips sprayed
Everybody mad walk around witta attitude
(what up?) , don't owe a nigga money
Thun, hе'd probably get at you (yeah, man)
But it's good times еspecially summertime
(word) , shorty's all bad (what up, ma?)
They'll blow your mind
The rent is all high you gotta
Have chips, to live in NY
You gotta do it big (daa)
In the city I was born I wanna die in
And the cops is reckless they start firin'
(brah) we got any drug you can never want
And we start the drama
Before y'all niggas front

Oh shit them boys comin'
Man fuck them niggas, shoot at them niggas
(braah) , let's take 'em home, let's go
Yeah i give you nightmares you'd be happy
It was just a dream
You wake up thankin' God that it wasn't
Real, P Krueger
Who will stalk you in your sleep
Like Freddy plus I see you in real life
Your legs turn spaghetti
I can stop your accounts like the IRS
I said you can't punk no more, not as dead
This the new shit for 2020, we made it
To the future, thank God for lovin'
The head nigga
In charge, the Infamous notorious gang
Your girl love
My hoodie, so I gave it to her, mane ayy!
Porno flick
She wanted wild for the night I gave her
All o' this, NYC, real
Bad boy fixin' niggas
With these tools on my belt
Call Sunny get the hitters
I'll burn yo' mama house down
With that bitch in it
You flipped on me, time to pay you a visit
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