Rotten Apple

[Intro] I'm on parole, I used to be on probation I'm with my gun, I get full coporation I tell you "Take it off" no hesitation Nigga you play around, I lay you down, that's how it's going down Don't play with me, I don't have patience My head aching, and I need my medication Niggas be hating, they don't know what they facing Nigga you play around, I lay you down, that's how it's going down I be in court throwing signs like I'm a mason Nigga witness against me, I'mma erase 'em If they try an runaway, I'mma chase 'em Now with the pound, and I'mma lay 'em down, that's how it's going down [Hook] Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk On the streets of New York, that's how we get down 22's on the jeep, something deep in the seat When we creep with the heat, that's how we get down [Verse 1] Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk Stick up kids don't live long in New York Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street Get caught slipping, then get hit with like three In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feeling Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain I play the bar with eight bottles all night getting right Teaching the hoodrats what Cristal taste like I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck We in the hood nigga scheming, what you expect? My S on 22's leave ya hoes confused On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy, we want you" My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk I came to teach you how we put it down in New York, that's how we get down [Hook] [Verse 2] In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get your ass hit I don't know why niggas like to talk bad about me I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D Man it could be the money, it could be the ice It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life You should hear they be saying man "50 be flipping" "Shot my man over seven grams, that nigga be tripping" I know death is promised, I don't fear getting murked It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts Now we can hit the club and get it crunked Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with the pump You can have it how you want, but I know you like my style Uh-huh, you like how I break it down Wanna get rich? I'll show you how Take this pack, pump these pieces, that's how we get down [Hook]