Rotten Apple (Remix)
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
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
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
Look here, nigga
I fuck niggas up every damn day (Yeah)
Welcome to Bucktown, USA
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!
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