The Bad Apple

[Hook 2X: sample] Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan And Staten, and Staten, and Staten, and Staten [Inspectah Deck] I'm from New York City, birthplace of the gritty Dog eat dog, only jakes willing to work with me Watch your back 'fore they lace your sizurp with a mickey Bodies'll burn like dub sacks of purple sticky Kojaks developing Kodaks of your meeting engagements The young guns put pressure on the made men The fiends'll, they'll cap you for your package The mass act savage, living sis selling her ass and tits Your best friend'll send shots to wet ya The badlands, hammers on the waistband, the regular Trapped in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime Cuz ain't 9 to 5 for two-time felons And little man wanna be just like me The sadness thing, he just might be Where the livest, Christiopher Walken, King of New York, and Resort to talking when the heaters on him, grieving on him [Hook 2X] [Inspectah Deck] Ol' blue eyes said, "you make it here, you make it anywhere" Drug wars for every square, bloodsport, the semi's air Now watch where you walk through, watch who you talk to Watch the young Gotti's, the'll off you It's like the mafia plot The fishermen they find more bodies then cops But the shots don't stop trynna get it get it Inside where the broads and the ballers kick it Big city lights, with chicks and ice You living, you victim to them sick gritty types Drooling with their tongues out, guns out, spraying clips Who lay in the pits and pray for a taste of it If you can sleep you awaken by the loud sound Of barking chrome, sound foul but I call it home So keep heat when on the roam, speak brief when on the phone In these mean streets you all alone [Hook 2X]