sean price - rotten apple remix lyrics
[hook]
the rotten apple made me like this
i don’t give a f-ck
i shoot a n-gg- down and cut a n-gg- up
new york made me this way; i’m all about a buck
my close friends was murdered, i bullet proof my truck
sh-t, new york taught me, it’s no mercy
it’s no lettin’ it slide, i’m so thirsty
new york!, new york!, n-gg-! (new york city)
it’s queens new york n-gg-!
[verse one: prodigy]
listen n-gg-, my face got the scars
my brain got the smarts, my chest got the heart
to f-ck someone up, what n-gg-? i make it hot
police be up on the block, cause p just shot
some stupid f-cka, now you n-gg-s can’t pump, ol’ mad at me
should be mad at that n-gg- whose tryna crab me
you know i ain’t the one if you didn’t you know now
these n-gg-s be slow, ’til i blow the four pound
and put a ‘lil pep in their step
i got death for any n-gg- wit an ‘s’ on their chest
that’s my reflexes, when you hear them shots
see if i gave it to a n-gg- he deserves what he got
look my hammer got the cure for your amnesia
how conveniently we forget, p is black caesar
and h-ll over in queens that swell up in my jeans
don’t mean i’m happy to see you, that mean i got the thang
[hook]
the rotten apple made me like this
i don’t give a f-ck
i shoot a n-gg- down and cut a n-gg- up
new york made me this way; i’m all about a buck
my close friends was murdered, i bullet proof my truck
sh-t, new york taught me, it’s no mercy
it’s no lettin’ it slide, i’m so thirsty
new york!, new york!, n-gg-! (new york city)
it’s queens new york n-gg-!
[verse two: sean price]
look here n-gg-
i f-ck n-gg-s up, every d-mn day
welcome to bucktown u.s.a
smack earth, wind, fire and ice out your face
take crack out your pocket and scream “got rob based”
knife game, gun game, nice with my hands
f-ck 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 then jailed
comstockin’ twenty cents to ten arms lockin’
pray five times a day, allah doctrine
you got a hot song but your alb-m is not popping
f-ck it, do your thing homes, money off of ringtones
best emcee that you know with no chain
rather spit lines then sniff lines of cocaine
i did a whole eighth in a sniff
you call it a problem i call it a gift
p!
[hook]
the rotten apple made me like this
i don’t give a f-ck
i shoot a n-gg- down and cut a n-gg- up
new york made me this way; i’m all about a buck
my close friends was murdered, i bullet proof my truck
sh-t, new york taught me, it’s no mercy
it’s no lettin’ it slide, i’m so thirsty
new york!, new york!, n-gg-! (new york city)
it’s queens new york n-gg-!
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