The Prodigy - The Rotten Apple lyrics

[Chorus:] "The Rotten Apple" made me like this I don't give a f** I shoot a n***a down and cut a n***a up New York made me this way; I'm all about a buck My close friends was murdered, I bullet proof my truck sh**, New York taught me, it's no mercy It's no lettin' it slide, I'm so thirsty New York!, New York!, n***a! (New York City) It's Queens New York n***a! [Prodigy:] Listen n***a, my face got the scars My brain got the smarts, my chest got the heart To f** someone up, what n***a? I make it hot Police be up on the block, 'cause P just shot Some stupid f**a, now you n***as can't pump, ol' mad at me Should be mad at that n***a whose tryna crab me You know I ain't the one if you didn't you know now These n***as be slow, 'til I blow the four pound And put a 'lil pep in their step I got d**h for any n***a wit 'S' on their chest That's my reflexes, when you hear them shots See if I gave it to a n***a he deserves what he got Look my hammer got the cure for your amnesia How conveniently we forget, P is Black Caesar And Hell over in Queens that swell up in my jeans Don't mean I'm happy to see you, that mean I got the thang [Chorus] [Prodigy:] Look here n***a!, I rap what I live, you makin' up sh** Old type of scenarios this how it really goes In real life you're a puss', neva pull no jukes Neva pull no trigger and let the blood gush As for my 'lil cousin over here; n***as get booked You p**y come back for his sh**, the p**y get douche We the ultimate Thug n***as, The Grand Goons Majesty and E Money Bags already told you If 'Pac was still alive we be on the same team We got bigger fish to fry then that b**h supreme Now you listenin' with new ears, see me with new eyes They play and they pray for the day I die Nah!, I shoot shooters in, k** k**ers Send your henchman and I'ma make a movie outta n***as Huh? Straight snuff film, get your rub peeled Remove your skull, my heart is so cold [Chorus] "The Mac is motherf**ing back..."