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letra de the rotten apple (mixed) - prodigy of mobb deep

[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 h-ll over in queens that swell up in my jeans
don’t mean i’m happy to see you, that mean i got the thang

- prodigy of mobb deep

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