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[Verse 1]
In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm
Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn

Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest
I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold
Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep
Mac-11's and legends, cracks in the streets
Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers
Never sober takin over,
my blood is colder
Niggas respect violence so I become it
I'm from it, I even done it blunted so run it


Yeah son, you know what this is
Take it off [come on dunn, don't even come at me like that]

[Dunn, come on dunn]

[Hook]
Imagine this, no guns no knife
It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son

Imagine this, no gun no knife
It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine that, no gun no knife
It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this, no gun no knife
It's a one on one, son

[Verse 2]
Yo, I'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream
Brain full of schemes, my crew's rolling fresh out the greens
Give you what you never seen, the inf on the Mac-10
It's 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens
Try hard and die hard

Chances of survivin the game is like trying to feed Allah lard
A walk a piece with a deadly shadow
They want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow
I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker
Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome
Mistakes want me, suave fellow but raunchy
The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country
But only to shed tears for years

Too wild for my own self, hoping help is near
Street fighting was cool but in school I brought a new tool

Tooling with the devil, a rebel, a fool

[Hook]

Yeah, take it to the bridge -- Queensbridge

[Bridge]
Yo whassup money? [Yo yo do you remember this face?]
[Yeah yeah yeah, run these, run these]
*sounds of brawl* [Break you down! Get broke!]
[No hands, run that, run that, run that, no hands]

[Verse 3]
I hear Jake walkie-talkies in my sleep
Marked money I keep, play the bitches all week
I visualize Coups, alligators in suits
Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof
Sippin eighty proof, watchin Juice
, but hold up
I see some brothers tryin to roll up, wishin I could fold up
It's hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogie
Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me, I'm out...


Yeah yeah kid, don't front, 360 degrees, knowhatI'msayin?
That's how it comes back at you. Queensbridge, that's how we live

South side, all that. New York, light it up, light it up
Yo yo you saw how I snuffed that kid? [Yeah I saw that, I saw that]
You know how we steppin', that's how we do out here in the street fight!

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