The Rotten Apple (Mixed)

[Chorus: Prodigy]
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 bulletproof 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

[Verse 1: 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 on the block
'Cause P just shot some stupid fucker
Now you niggas can't pump, ol' mad at me
Should be mad at that nigga whosе tryna crab me
You know I ain't the one, if you didn't, you know now
Thеse niggas be slow, 'til I blow the four pound
And put a lil' pep in their step
I got death for any nigga wit a "S" on their chest
That's my reflexes, when you hear them shots
See, if I gave it to a nigga, he deserve 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