Change Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Yeaaaa.uhhh 

I like the way that sounds 

uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww 

Check Check 

(Verse 1) 

Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump 

One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk 

From the trunk to the dump 

Ima rain on em, put the chump on a slump 

Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want 

Dont ya?, This aint ya typical story 

Thefore i dont fall in the category 

Im cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis 

Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace 

Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this 

Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist 

Especially, if ya rest next to me 

Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe 

These old niggas want the new born sound 

Actin like they dont know who hold New York down 

Yea i use to buy knicks, ten years later 

Now im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit 

I slip 100 proof till im ripped 

And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick 

Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close 

That kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes 

We got em long, short, all kind of toast 

Boy i done left shit trails all around the coast 

To places you gettin 'round by boat 

I get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope 

Im on scope when i pass the block, i make traffic stop 

A product of everything that made the apple rott 

This apple jacks, way long before the platnium plaques 

The pro-tools and the wax 

Take a step back before ya catch a contact 

The flow's like a M-16 wit the arm strapped 

Ima bomb on these niggas till they cant bomb back 

The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack 

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(Chorus) 

Alot of shit has changed since i came 

Yall done came around here f**kin up the game 

Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain 

You playin, im hungier than a mothaf**ka man 

Rob a store before you walk around poor 

Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy 

You fuelin up my fire when you hate 

So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake 

I cant wait 

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(Verse 2) 

And to the curtains close 

its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's, 

Endo overload, drive like i own the roads 

these niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold 

Mac by the toilet bowl 

Im ridin filthy in the Beamer 

Cause i can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor 

You drown in deep water 

Every nigga around come from the street corner 

Where you need your heat on ya 

Im on recline while my next CD climb 

South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9 

NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind 

A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine 

And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural 

For tryin to be a muthaf**kin hero 

Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me 

Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi 

I cant wait 

(Chorus) 

Alot of shit has changed since i came 

Yall done came around here f**kin up the game 

Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain 

You playin, im hungier than a mothaf**ka man 

Rob a store before you walk around poor 

Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy 

You fuelin up my fire when you hate 

So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake 

I cant wait 

Ha Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa 

Yeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit 

Boyyyyyyyyyyyy