Royal Flush – Rotten Apple Lyrics

Dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil’s lasso, shit is a hassle

Hook (2x):
Dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Dwellin, dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil’s lasso, shit is a hassle

Verse 1:
As a young men, walking in these streets where my gun clean
To sell grams to chop chop make the extra ends
The ??? to make me inhale within
All the reefa that I choke don’t provoke get smoked
Half your team left buddy problem solve with coke
Treats is no joke in traces with cancer from gun smoke
Open up your eyes and realize at time fly by
What up with chulas I didn’t leave myself sometime
Staying laced up chasing absolute with crime
These streets is mine I guess I’m black and strapping by nine
Although I’m going through a lot busting cops for props
Keeping loose rocks for every fiend
I didn’t sweat to death thinking bout the seed I got to bless
Although I rest god leave some money in his chest
God bless all my people’s lying up state to death
Street stress I try to see a billion nothing less

Hook (2x):

Verse 2:
My life’s a struggle the preachers in the church know how they thug you
First they mug you by telling God that they love you
Son f*ck that, staying in the street packing heat

f*ck a TNT sweet my people’s we got to eat
Moving on a creep trying stack a million in a week
Wisely can’t even trust my man down with deep
Niggas saying showing mad love but I act like them
Not in my team we trying see nothing else but cream
Coming for Queens peace to whole boroughs doing their thing
However you last long cause you don’t go while getting blast
Never ??? shooting at these niggas getting cash
??? f*cking with this like that’s going bad
Do I live a last but my first extortion from a Arab
I got bag for all these f*cking warrants I had
Drinking Remy fast with lieutenant criminal business
Exchange coke for spinach by false move you finish

Hook (2x):

Verse 3:
For the love, money, murder and sex I push a Lex
To my death don’t sweat load down niggas holding a tech
Diamond flooded next condos top notch connect
Plush we stack cream for fiends that you never seen
Living killer queens base land niggas do their thing
Let the money built money holding on my gun keep it real
Thugs in New York talking slick talk holding your fort
While I’m throwing judges in court maintain in sport
Showing all support catching cases running through current
I stay blunted cause in these streets flush is warning

Hook (2x):

Lloyd Banks – Killa Theme Lyrics

[Verse-Lloyd Banks]
Ay the game is survival
You wouldn’t know a real nigga if he walked up and robbed you
They gonna have to revive you
Cause if i slide thru, i wouldn’t be there if i was you
You smoke and they gonna let on us
You damn near retarded a small yellow bus
I pull a Porsche out in the fall for the rush
Careful the cops want us all in the cuffs
We put up houses and haul on the trucks
When i move smooth, ima ball til im dust
Plus, you niggas can’t eat no more
Or, walk around in the street no more
I run this city, thats why my feet so sore
I got the whole hood hooked ‘he so raw’
I pull up on your set, with bad intentions
Like a bullet in ya neck
Anybody can get it the cal’ and the sket
I drink away to pay and pop mo’ on the jet
A bag of the goo rock the mall when im set
Jus got a new calico and a tec
Fresh haircut powder all on my neck
Next stop stop at the mall in the vet
The green gang with me and the all hold sket
Nah we ain’t gonna send ya girl home yet
She G B and we all want next
300 thousand we all know less
Unless its small, a European tour
Car code handle on a European door
Niggas get money but the Unit gettin more
Troopers on the roof, stashbox in the floor
Green and white bow with the matchin valour
Air hold muffler attached to the 4
And a batch and the raw

[Bridge-Lloyd Banks]
You niggas better move man when we come thru the door
Movin with the Uz’ man, you’ll be a body on the floor
We dont go by the rules and we break any fuckin law
Niggas gonna lose man

[Verse-Tony Yayo]
Im on the flyin spur shit, chinchilla that fur shit
40 cal watch me murc shit
Niggas out in the hood so im out in Cancun
Labels eatin off some garbage like some damn raccoons
Clap all ya goons, knock a barrell in the sky
Sun hit the watch and the bezel hurt ya eyes
G-unit is the team we the hottest group out
Got me in a Phantom, the hottest coupe out
Some live to the fullest, some never get ahead
O.G’s doin life, young boys in the feds
Tough times dont last, tough people do
Crack and rap money thats my revenue
And you wanna stick who?, what the fuck is you thinkin
100 dollars from my ATM will have you stinkin
My chain blingin, VVS stones its all good
Southside, Bedstuy, catch me in the hood

[Yayo talking]
Yeaa, Rotten Apple nigga, comin this Summer
I dont give a fuck who you are, what label you on
When Banks drop, Blue Heffner, Gangreen, you better push back nigga
Ya heard?!, you can be on Interscope, you can be on Def Jam nigga
And if i get on parol…im on parol
If i get off this probation yall niggas is in trouble man, For real
Lloyd Banks, Blue Heffner, Rotten Apple nigga the hottest shit out
Muthafucka, mixtape is better than ya muthafuckin album
Yo Banks man, fuckin run New York nigga you know what time it is
Fitty wattup, Buck wattup!