Rotten Apple Chords by Lloyd Banks

[Start]

[Intro]
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■   ■  ■   Yeah niggaz it's two thousand and six


[Verse]
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And I'm back in this bitch
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Gunit When I come through I'm comfortable
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Fortynine's fortyfive's a pump or two
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We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
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Matter fact who the fuck are you
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'cause I I got to get it got to get it
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And you can roll if you with it
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I got to get it got to get it
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The world and what's in it
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And you can get it you can get it
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In a New York minute
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I got to get it got to get it
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Rap gone get that boy found in a river
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Dead by a trigga thinkin' he Schwarzenegger
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Fools don't take him I took him across the liver
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Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzler
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The drama is a part of the story that I'm a give ya
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The black mags and back stabs are so familiar
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The knapsacks and black bags are full of scrilla
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That lame ain't a killa he softer than chinchilla
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And I'm a GT see a four door wheeler
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Matter fact this summer it's fortyfour four wheelers
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Fortyfive on my side shorty ride for his pride
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Forty eyes on the prize now I'm energized
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Nothin' but shiny shit around the neck n rims
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Bitches only come around when ya gettin' record spins
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What a way to double up I'm headin' on my second wind
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Rollin' luggage on the jet I ain't gotta check it in


[Chorus]
     Dm                            
When I come through I'm comfortable
Dm                                   
Fortynine's fortyfive's a pump or two
         Dm                               
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
       Dm                       
Matter fact who the fuck are you
       Dm                             
'cause I I got to get it got to get it
                        Dm     
And you can roll if you with it
         Dm                  
I got to get it got to get it
                     Dm   
The world and what's in it
            Dm                   
And you can get it you can get it
              Dm    
In a New York minute
         Dm                  
I got to get it got to get it


[Verse]
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This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
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My gun go off nigga and everybody know
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I hold it down with the pound three hundred and fifty seven ways
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Hollow tip graze 'ell put a part through ya waves
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Half Christian half killa half man half gorilla
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I pop somethin' do a nigga dirty for that scrilla
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Now I'm floored D's kick the door found me on the floor
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By my toilet tryna flush that raw toilet wouldn't flush I'm fucked
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Half a brick of yay goin' round and round
                         Dm  
Mary J my life I'm goin' down
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It sounds like we all came up the same
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Nigga I'm for real they just rappin' mane
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Find out when the semis come out
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I'll blow the engine out ya hemi no doubt
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I'm New York cities pharaoh I'll have you starin'
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Down the barrel you got 'em good get 'em it's cool hit 'em


[Chorus]
Dm                                 
When I come through I'm comfortable
Dm                                   
Fortynine's fortyfive's a pump or two
         Dm                               
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
       Dm                       
Matter fact who the fuck are you
Dm                                    
'cause I I got to get it got to get it
                             Dm
And you can roll if you with it
         Dm                  
I got to get it got to get it
          Dm              
The world and what's in it
Dm                               
And you can get it you can get it
              Dm    
In a New York minute
         Dm                  
I got to get it got to get it


[Verse]
                                            Dm  
You about to get that ass caught up in some shit
            Dm                      
We about to show that ass how it get
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When the jealousy turn envy n the shit
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Turn deadly the innocent gets hit
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Pull up in them whips tinted out spittin' out
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Hollows and they rip niggaz apart in the dark
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Or it's day time it's good with me
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Just cool I brought the whole hood with me
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We had a Gabriel right before MTV
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So we can g him to give us that chain for cheap
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We got David and Jacob for them bracelets and rings
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'cause our verse in the hood makes their names ring
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She take a picture with me on B E T
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She the new talk of the hood it's P C P
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One taste of the stick she hooked like fish
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Me banks and have got this shit vice gripped


[Chorus]
     Dm                            
When I come through I'm comfortable
Dm                                   
Fortynine's fortyfive's a pump or two
         Dm                               
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
                             Dm 
Matter fact who the fuck are you
         Dm                           
'cause I I got to get it got to get it
        Dm                     
And you can roll if you with it
  Dm                         
I got to get it got to get it
                     Dm   
The world and what's in it
            Dm                   
And you can get it you can get it
              Dm    
In a New York minute
         Dm                  
I got to get it got to get it


[Outro]

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