Lloyd Banks - Rotten Apple (Feat. 50 Cent, Prodigy) Lyrics:
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Yeah, ni**az it`s 2006
And I`m back in this bitch
G-Unit
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 f**k 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 trigga 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`m a give ya
The black mags and back stabs 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 s**t around the neck n 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
49`s 45`s a pump or two
We don`t permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the f**k 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 ni**a and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound three hundred and fifty seven ways
Hollow tip graze `ell put a part through ya waves
Half Christian half killa half man half gorilla
I pop somethin` do a ni**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 f**ked
Half a brick of yay goin` round and round
Mary J my life I`m goin` down
It sounds like we all came up the same
Ni**a I`m for real they just rappin` mane
Find out when the semis come out
I`ll blow the engine out ya hemi no doubt
I`m New York cities pharaoh, I`ll have you starin`
Down the barrel, you 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 f**k 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 s**t
We about to show that ass how it get
When the jealousy turn envy n the s**t
Turn deadly the innocent gets hit
Pull up in them whips tinted out spittin` out
Hollows and they rip, ni**az 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 B E T
She the new talk of the hood it`s P C P
One taste of the stick she hooked like fish
Me banks and have got this s**t vice gripped
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 f**k 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