Rotten Apple

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah! Hahahah
Nigga, it's 2006, and I'm back in this bitch
G-Unit! (Yeah)

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
When I come through, I'm comfortable
Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact, who the fuck are you?
Cause I, I got to get it (Got to get it) and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it (Got to get it) the world and what's in it
And you can get it (You can get it) in a New York minute
I got to get it (Got to get it)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Ay, rap gon' get that boy found in a river
Dead by a trigger, thinkin' he Schwarzenegger
Fools don't take him, I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzler
The drama is a part of the story that I'ma give ya
The black mags and backstabs are so familiar
The knapsacks and black bags are full of scrilla
That lame ain't a killer, he softer than chinchilla
And I'm a GT, see a four-door wheeler
Matter fact this summer, it's 44 four-wheelers
.45 on my side, shorty ride for his pride
Forty eyes on the prize, now I'm energized
Nothin' but shiny shit around the neck and rims
Bitches only come around when ya gettin record spins
What a way to double up, I'm headin on my second wind
Rollin luggage on the jet, I ain't gotta check it in

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
When I come through, I'm comfortable
Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact, who the fuck are you?
Cause I, I got to get it (Got to get it) and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it (Got to get it) the world and what's in it
And you can get it (You can get it) in a New York minute
I got to get it (Got to get it)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
This is heroin medicine, that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 357 ways
Hollow tip graze'll put a part through ya waves
Half Christian, half killer, half man, half gorilla
I pop somethin do a nigga dirty for that scrilla
Now I'm floored, D's kick the door, found me on the floor
By my toilet tryna flush that raw, toilet wouldn't flush, I'm fucked
Half a brick of yay goin round and round
Mary J. my life, I'm goin down
It's sounds like we all came up the same
My nigga I'm for real, they just rappin' mayne
Find out when the semis come out
I'll blow the engine out ya hemi, no doubt
I'm New York City's pharaoh, I'll have you starin down the barrel
You got 'em? Good, get 'em, it's cool, hit 'em

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
When I come through, I'm comfortable
Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact, who the fuck are you?
Cause I, I got to get it (Got to get it) and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it (Got to get it) the world and what's in it
And you can get it (You can get it) in a New York minute
I got to get it (Got to get it)

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
You about to get that ass caught up in some shit
We about to show that ass how it get
When the jealousy turn envy in this shit
Turn deadly, the innocent get hit
Pull up in them whips
Tinted out, spittin out hollows and they rip
Niggas apart in the dark or it's daytime, it's good with me
Just cool, I brought ya whole hood with me
We had Gabriel right before MTV
So we can G him to give us that chain for cheap
We got David and Jacob for them bracelets and rings
Cause our verse in the hood makes they names ring
She take a picture with me on BET
She the new talk of the hood, it's PCP
One taste of the stick, and she hooked like fish
Me, Banks and Hav' got this shit vice gripped

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
When I come through, I'm comfortable
Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact, who the fuck are you?
Cause I, I got to get it (Got to get it) and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it (Got to get it) the world and what's in it
And you can get it (You can get it) in a New York minute
I got to get it (Got to get it)