The Rotten Apple
Prodigy
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I'm on parole, I used to be on probation I'm with my gun I get full corporation I tell you "take it off" no hesitation Nigga you play around, I lay you down That's how it's goin' down Don't play wit' me, I don't have patients My headachin', and I need my medication Niggas be hatin', they don't know what they facin' Nigga you play around, I lay you down That's how it's goin' down I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a mason Nigga witness against me, I'm a erase 'em If they try an runaway, I'm a chase 'em Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down That's how it's goin' down [Chorus] Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That's how we get down 22's on the jeep Somethin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk Stick up kids don't live long in New York F*ck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feelin' Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right Teachin' the hood rats what Cristal taste like I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect? My S on 22's leave ya hos confused On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy we want you" My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk I came to teach you how we put it down in New York That's how we get down [Chorus] In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit I don't know why niggas like to talk bad about me I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D. Man it could be the money, it could be the ice It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life You should here they be sayin' man "50 be flippin'" "Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'" I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts Now we can hit the club and get it crunked Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with The pump, you can have it how you want But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh) Ya like how I break it down, want to get rich? I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces That's how we get down [Chorus]
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Written by: A DAVIS, E. JACKSON, KEITH ELAM
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