50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Rotten Apple lyrics

Yeah! Ha ha hah nigga, it's 2006
And I'm back in this bitch g-Unit! (Yeah)

When I come through, I'm comfortable
Four 9s, 4-5s, 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)

Ay, rap gon' get that boy found in a river
Dead by a trigger
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'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 killer
He softer than chinchilla
And I'm a GT, see a four door wheeler
Matter fact this summer
It's 44 four-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 9s, 4-5s, 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 nigga 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 killer, half man
Half gorilla i pop somethin do a nigga
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
My nigga I'm for real
They just rappin' mayne
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
You got 'em? Good, get 'em, it's cool
Hit 'em

When I come through, I'm comfortable
Four 9s, 4-5s, 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 in this shit
Turn deadly, the innocent get hit
Pull up in them whips
Tinted out, spittin out hollows and they rip
Niggas apart in the dark or it's daytime
It's good with me
Just cool, I brought ya whole hood with me
We had 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 they 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 9s, 4-5s, 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)