Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Rotten Apple, artist - Prodigy. Date of issue: 26.03.2007
Song language: English
The Rotten Apple |
| «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 niggas 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 niggas 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; |
| niggas get booked |
| You pussy come back for his shit, the pussy get douche |
| We the ultimate Thug Niggas, 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 niggas |
| Huh? |
| Straight snuff film, get your rub peeled |
| Remove your skull, my heart is so cold |
| «The Mac is motherfucking back…» |