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The Rotten Apple

アーティスト:The Prodigy  アルバム:Return Of The Mac 

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[Chorus:] "The Rotten Apple" made me like this I don't give a fuck I shoot a nigga down and cut a nigga 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!, nigga! (New York City) It's Queens New York nigga! [Prodigy:] Listen nigga, my face got the scars My brain got the smarts, my chest got the heart To fuck someone up, what nigga? I make it hot Police be up on the block, 'cause P just shot Some stupid fucka, now you niggaz can't pump, ol' mad at me Should be mad at that nigga whose tryna crab me You know I ain't the one if you didn't you know now These niggaz be slow, 'til I blow the four pound And put a 'lil pep in their step I got death for any nigga wit 'S' on their chest That's my reflexes, when you hear them shots See if I gave it to a nigga 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


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