Rotten Apple
(专辑: Rotten Apple - 2006)
Yeah! Hahahah 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, thinking 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 Nothing 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 rapping 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)