Prodigy - The Rotten Apple lyrics

"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 bullet proof 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!

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 up on the block, 'cause P just shot

Some stupid fucka, now you niggaz can't pump, ol' mad at me

Should be mad at that nigga whose tryna crab me

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

These niggaz be slow, 'til I blow the four pound

And put a 'lil pep in their step

I got death for any nigga wit 'S' on their chest

That's my reflexes, when you hear them shots

See if I gave it to a nigga he deserves 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

Look here nigga!, I rap what I live, you makin' up shit

Old type of scenarios this how it really goes

In real life you're a puss', neva pull no jukes

Neva pull no trigger and let the blood gush

As for my 'lil cousin over here; niggaz get booked

You pussy come back for his shit, the pussy get douche

We the ultimate Thug Niggaz, The Grand Goons

Majesty and E Money Bags already told you

If 'Pac was still alive we be on the same team

We got bigger fish to fry then that bitch supreme

Now you listenin' with new ears, see me with new eyes

They play and they pray for the day I die

Nah!, I shoot shooters in, kill killers

Send your henchman and I'ma make a movie outta niggaz

Huh? Straight snuff film, get your rub peeled

Remove your skull, my heart is so cold

"The Mac is motherfucking back..."