The Rotten Apple (Mixed) lyrics

[Chorus: Prodigy]
The Rotten Apple made me like this
I don't give a f*ck
I shoot a n*gga down and cut a n*gga up
New York made me this way, I'm all about a buck
My close friends was murdered, I bulletproof 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*gga (New York City)
It's Queens, New York, n*gga

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Listen n*gga, my face got the scars
My brain got the smarts
My chest got the heart to f*ck someone up
What, n*gga? I make it hot
Police be on the block
'Cause P just shot some stupid f*cker
Now you n*ggas can't pump, ol' mad at me
Should be mad at that n*gga whosе tryna crab me
You know I ain't the one, if you didn't, you know now
Thеse n*ggas be slow, 'til I blow the four pound
And put a lil' pep in their step
I got death for any n*gga wit a "S" on their chest
That's my reflexes, when you hear them shots
See, if I gave it to a n*gga, he deserve 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