Rotten Apple lyrics

[Intro]:
New York will force the best to come outta you or force you to fold up

[Chorus: Big Twins]:
Clappin', New York, NY, New Yitty, thun, clappin', clappo
Queensbridge Projects, we the Rotten Apple

I guess it's about time to pay a visit home in your heart (x2)
New York!

[Verse 1: Big Twins]:
The place of Hip Hop (Yeah)
I'm glad to be a part of it I hope my sh*t pop
Millions of people, or probably got more rats (Word)
Wild as a kid I loved runnin' in train tracks (What up!)
Everybody hustlin', tryna get the bills paid
Don't f*ck with the Bloods, thun, probably get the Crips sprayed (Brah)
Everybody mad walk around witta attitude (What up?)
Don't owe a n*gga money, thun, he'd probably gеt at you (Yeah, man)
But it's good times espеcially summertime (Word)
Shorty's all bad (what up, ma?), they'll blow your mind
The rent is all high, you gotta have chips
To live in NY, you gotta do it big (Daa!)
In the city I was born I wanna die in
And the cops is reckless, they start firin' (Brah!)
We got any drug you can never want
And we start the drama before y'all n*ggas front (Woop woop!)
[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Prodigy]:
Oh sh*t, them boys comin', man, f*ck them n*ggas (yeah!), shoot at them n*ggas (braah!), let's take 'em home, let's go, yeah
I give you nightmares you'd be happy it was just a dream
You wake up thankin' God that it wasn't real, P Krueger
Who will stalk you in your sleep like Freddy
Plus I see you in real life, your legs turn spaghetti
I can stop your accounts like the IRS
I said you can't punk no more, not as dead
This the new sh*t for 2020
We made it to the future
Thank God for lovin', the head n*gga in charge
The Infamous notorious gang
Your girl love my hoodie, so I gave it to her, mane, ayy
Porno flick
She wanted wild for the night, I gave her all o' this
NYC, real bad boy fixin' n*ggas
With these tools on my belt, call Sunny get the hitters
I'll burn yo' mama house down, with that b*tch in it
You flipped on me, time to pay you a visit, uh

[Chorus]