"Rotten Apple" as written by and Keith/davis Elam....
I'm on parole, I used to be on probation
I'm with my gun I get full corporation
I tell you "take it off" no hesitation
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
That's how it's goin' down
Don't play wit' me, I don't have patients
My headachin', and I need my medication
Niggas be hatin', they don't know what they facin'
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 mason
Nigga witness against me, I'm a erase 'em
If they try an runaway, I'm a chase 'em
Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down
That's how it's goin' down

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
Somethin' deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down

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 villain
I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right
Teachin' the hood rats 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 confused
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


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 niggas 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, want to get rich?
I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces
That's how we get down


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"Rotten Apple" as written by Albert Johnson Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group

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    General CommentThis song's about how kurtis purchases and apple, unfortunetly it goes bad and poor kurtis has to throw it away. It's very deep and emotional.
    Geeballs14on November 09, 2005   Link
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    General CommentDumb ass illiterate motherfuckers....

    You need to start listening to real music....fuckers..
    i_rule_allon July 31, 2006   Link
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    General Commentwhy this is the same title as an alice in chains song, i'll never know
    slevletteon September 24, 2006   Link
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    General CommentYeah, I was searching for Rotten Apple and this came up as well, so I thought "maybe 50 cent did a rap cover? that might be cool."

    Alas, no, it's just a shitty rap song.
    Anirakon May 20, 2007   Link

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