Rotten Apple Lyrics by 50 Cent

Rotten Apple Lyrics

    [50 Cent]
    I'm on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation
    I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation
    I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation
    Nigga you play around, I lay you down
    That's how it's goin' down
    Don't play wit' me, I don't have patieeeeeents
    My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation
    Niggaz be hatin', they don't know what they faaaaaacin'
    Nigga you play around, I lay you down
    That's how it's goin' down
    I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a maaaaaason
    Nigga witness against me, I'ma eraaaaaase 'em
    If they try an runaway, I'ma chaaaaaaase 'em
    Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down
    That's how it's goin' down

    [Chorus]
    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
    Somthin' deep in the seat
    When we creep wit the heat
    That's how we get down

    [50 Cent]
    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 slippin', then get hit wit' like three
    In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feelin'
    Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan
    I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right
    Teachin' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
    I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck
    We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect?
    My S on 22's leave ya hos confuuuuuused
    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

    [Chorus]
    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
    Somthin' deep in the seat
    When we creep wit the heat
    That's how we get down

    [50 Cent]
    In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit
    O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit
    I don't know why niggaz 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 here they be sayin' man "50 be flippin'"
    "Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'"
    I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' 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)
    Ya 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

    [Chorus]
    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
    Somthin' deep in the seat
    When we creep wit the heat
    That's how we get down

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