Rotten Apple Big Twins (Ft. Prodigy)
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[Intro]:
New York will force the best to come outta you or force you to fold up
[Chorus: Big Twins]:
Clappin', New York, NY, New Yitty, thun, clappin', clappo
Queensbridge Projects, we the Rotten Apple
I guess it's about time to pay a visit home in your heart (x2)
New York!
[Verse 1: Big Twins]:
The place of Hip Hop (Yeah)
I'm glad to be a part of it I hope my shit pop
Millions of people, or probably got more rats (Word)
Wild as a kid I loved runnin' in train tracks (What up!)
Everybody hustlin', tryna get the bills paid
Don't fuck with the Bloods, thun, probably get the Crips sprayed (Brah)
Everybody mad walk around witta attitude (What up?)
Don't owe a nigga money, thun, he'd probably gеt at you (Yeah, man)
But it's good times espеcially summertime (Word)
Shorty's all bad (what up, ma?), they'll blow your mind
The rent is all high, you gotta have chips
To live in NY, you gotta do it big (Daa!)
In the city I was born I wanna die in
And the cops is reckless, they start firin' (Brah!)
We got any drug you can never want
And we start the drama before y'all niggas front (Woop woop!)
New York will force the best to come outta you or force you to fold up
[Chorus: Big Twins]:
Clappin', New York, NY, New Yitty, thun, clappin', clappo
Queensbridge Projects, we the Rotten Apple
I guess it's about time to pay a visit home in your heart (x2)
New York!
[Verse 1: Big Twins]:
The place of Hip Hop (Yeah)
I'm glad to be a part of it I hope my shit pop
Millions of people, or probably got more rats (Word)
Wild as a kid I loved runnin' in train tracks (What up!)
Everybody hustlin', tryna get the bills paid
Don't fuck with the Bloods, thun, probably get the Crips sprayed (Brah)
Everybody mad walk around witta attitude (What up?)
Don't owe a nigga money, thun, he'd probably gеt at you (Yeah, man)
But it's good times espеcially summertime (Word)
Shorty's all bad (what up, ma?), they'll blow your mind
The rent is all high, you gotta have chips
To live in NY, you gotta do it big (Daa!)
In the city I was born I wanna die in
And the cops is reckless, they start firin' (Brah!)
We got any drug you can never want
And we start the drama before y'all niggas front (Woop woop!)
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