Текст песни Prodigy of Mobb Deep - The Rotten Apple

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[Chorus:] "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! [Prodigy:] 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 [Chorus] [Prodigy:] 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 [Chorus] "The Mac is motherfucking back..."

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