Rotten Apple (feat. 50 Cent & The Prodigy)

Yeah, ha-ha, ****, it's 2006 and I'm back in this bitch

G-Unit, yeah

When I come through, I'm comfortable

Four 9's, 45's, 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

Rap gone get that boy found in a river

Dead by a trigger, thinkin' he Schwarzenegger

Fools don't take him, I took across the liver

Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzler

The drama is apart 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 killa, he softer than chinchilla

And I'm a GT see a 4 door wheeler

Matter fact this summer it's 44, 4 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

When I come through, I'm comfortable

Four 9's, 45's, 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

This is heroin medicine that morphine flow

My gun go off, ****, 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 killa, half man, half gorilla

I pop somethin' do a **** 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

****, I'm for real that just rappin', mane

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

Y'all got 'em? Good, get 'em, it's cool, hit 'em

When I come through, I'm comfortable

49's, 45's, 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

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 and the shit

Turn deadly the innocent gets hit

Pull up in them whips

Tinted out spittin' out

Hollows and they rip

**** apart in the dark

Or it's day time, it's good with me

Just cool I brought the whole hood with me

We had a 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 their 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

When I come through, I'm comfortable

Four 9's, 45's, 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