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The Prodigy - The Rotten Apple Lyrics

The Rotten Apple
"The Rotten Apple" made me like this
I don't give a f***
I shoot a ni*** down and cut a ni*** 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!, ni***! (New York City)
It's Queens New York ni***!
Listen ni***, my face got the scars
My brain got the smarts, my chest got the heart
To f*** someone up, what ni***? 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 ni*** 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 ni*** wit 'S' on their chest
That's my reflexes, when you hear them shots
See if I gave it to a ni*** 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 ni***!, 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 pu*** come back for his shit, the pu*** 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..."