Rotten Apple Remix

[Hook: Prodigy]
The Rotten Apple made me like this
I don't give a fuck
I'll 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 bulletproofed my truck
Shit New York taught me - it's no mercy
There's no lettin' it slide, I'm so thirsty
New York, New York, nigga (New York City)
It's Queens, New York, nigga

[Verse One: Prodigy]
Listen, nigga, my face got the scars
My brain got the smarts, my chest got the heart
To fuck sum'n up; what, nigga? I make it hot
Police be on the block 'cause P just shot
Some stupid fucka, now you niggas can't pump - oh, mad at me?
Should be mad at that nigga who was tryna crab me
You know I ain't the one, if you didn't, you know now
These niggas be slow 'til I blow the four pound
And put a li'l pep in their step
I got death for any nigga wit' a 'S' on they chest
That's my reflexes when you hear them shots
See, if I gave it to a nigga he deserved what he got
Look, my hammer got the cure for your amnesia
How conveniently we forget, P is Black Caesar
It's 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

[Hook: Prodigy & Sean Price]
The Rotten Apple made me like this
I don't give a fuck
I'll 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 bulletproofed my truck
Shit New York taught me - it's no mercy
There's no lettin' it slide, I'm so thirsty (Yeah)
New York, New York, nigga (New York City)
It's Queens, New York, nigga

[Verse Two: Sean Price]
Look here, nigga
I fuck niggas up every damn day (Yeah)
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A
Smack earth, wind, fire and ice out your face
Take crack out your pocket and screamed, "I rob base"
Knife game, gun game, nice with my hands (Pah!)
Fuck around and leave you right where you stand
Listen, punch a fan in the face and I lose a sale
Nah, I punch a fan and get sued and jailed
Comstockin', twenty sets of ten, arms lockin'
Pray five times a day, Allah doctrine (Tell 'em)
You got a hot song, but your album is not poppin'
Fuck it, do your thing homes, money off of ringtones
Best emcee that you know with no chain
Rather spit lines and sniff lines of cocaine (Okay)
Yeah, I did a whole eighth in a sniff
You call it a problem, I call it a gift
P!

[Hook: Prodigy]
Like this
I don't give a fuck
I'll 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 bulletproofed my truck
Shit New York taught me - it's no mercy
There's no lettin' it slide, I'm so thirsty
New York, New York, nigga (New York City)
It's Queens, New York, nigga