The Rotten Apple lyrics

[Chorus:]
"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 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*gga! (New York City)
It's Queens New York n*gga!

[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 up on the block, 'cause P just shot
Some stupid f*cka, now you n*ggas can't pump, ol' mad at me
Should be mad at that n*gga whose tryna crab me
You know I ain't the one if you didn't you know now
These 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 'S' on their chest
That's my reflexes, when you hear them shots
See if I gave it to a n*gga 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
[Chorus]
[Prodigy:]
Look here n*gga!, I rap what I live, you makin' up sh*t
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; n*ggas get booked
You pus*y come back for his sh*t, the pus*y get douche
We the ultimate Thug n*ggas, 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 b*tch 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 n*ggas
Huh? Straight snuff film, get your rub peeled
Remove your skull, my heart is so cold

[Chorus]
"The Mac is motherf*cking back..."