Rotten Apple Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Yeah, niggaz it's 2006 

And I'm back in this bitch 

G-Unit 

When I come through I'm comfortable 

49's 45's 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 

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Rap gone get that boy found in a river 

Dead by a trigga 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'm a give ya 

The black mags and back stabs are so familiar 

The knapsacks and black bags are full of scrilla 

That lame ain't a killa he softer than chinchilla 

And I'm a GT see a 4 door wheeler 

Matter fact this summer it's 44 4 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 n 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 

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When I come through I'm comfortable 

49's 45's 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 three hundred and fifty seven ways 

Hollow tip graze 'ell put a part through ya waves 

Half Christian half killa 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 sounds like we all came up the same 

Nigga I'm for real they just rappin' mane 

Find out when the semis come out 

I'll blow the engine out ya hemi no doubt 

I'm New York cities 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 

49's 45's 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 n the shit 

Turn deadly the innocent gets hit 

Pull up in them whips tinted out spittin' out 

Hollows and they rip, niggaz apart in the dark 

Or it's day time it's good with me 

Just cool I brought the whole hood with me 

We had a 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 in the hood makes their names ring 

She take a picture with me on B E T 

She the new talk of the hood it's P C P 

One taste of the stick she hooked like fish 

Me banks and have got this shit vice gripped 

When I come through I'm comfortable 

49's 45's 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