Текст песни Rotten Apple - 50 Cent
50
CENT
LYRICS
"Rotten
Apple"
(50
Cent)
I'm
on
parole,
I
used
to
be
on
probaaaaaation
I'm
with
my
gun
I
get
full
coporaaaaaation
I
tell
you
"take
it
off"
no
hesitaaaaaation
*****
you
play
around,
I
lay
you
down
That's
how
it's
goin'
down
Don't
play
wit'
me,
I
don't
have
patieeeeeents
My
headachin',
and
I
need
my
medicaaaaaaation
******
be
hatin',
they
don't
know
what
they
faaaaaacin'
*****
you
play
around,
I
lay
you
down
That's
how
it's
goin'
down
I
be
in
court
throwin'
signs
like
I'm
a
maaaaaason
*****
witness
against
me,
I'ma
eraaaaaase
'em
If
they
try
an
runaway,
I'ma
chaaaaaaase
'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
Somthin'
deep
in
the
seat
When
we
creep
wit
the
heat
That's
how
we
get
down
(50
Cent)
Wise
men
listen
and
laugh
while
fools
talk
Stick
up
kids
don't
live
long
in
New
York
****
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****
they
feelin'
Rap
full
of
good
guys,
50
Cent
is
the
villan
I
play
the
bar
with
8 bottles
all
night
gettin'
right
Teachin'
the
hoodrats
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
confuuuuuused
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
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
Somthin'
deep
in
the
seat
When
we
creep
wit
the
heat
That's
how
we
get
down
(50
Cent)
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
niggaz
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,
wanna
get
rich?
I'll
show
you
how,
take
this
pack,
pump
these
pieces
That's
how
we
get
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
Somthin'
deep
in
the
seat
When
we
creep
wit
the
heat
That's
how
we
get
down
Альбом
Guess Who's Back
1 Stretch Armstrong Freestyle
2 Whoo Kid Freestyle
3 Corner Bodega
4 Be A Gentlemen
5 Get Out The Club
6 Bad News
7 Skit:Drop
8 Rotten Apple
9 Doo Wop Freestyle
10 Killa Tape, Part 2 (Freestyle)
11 We Don't Play That Pussy Shit
12 That's What's Up
13 Who You Rep With
14 As the World Turns
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