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excuse me sir, I begs your pardon
Can't you see how low the hole has gotten?
Apple's completely rotten with the worm in it
Dying, still we're relying
apple's rotten,
Rotten in the heat.

Hello! Hello!
Hello from the gutter.
Hello! Hello!

Hello from the gutter!!!
Hello! Hello!
Hello from
wheelies front of Willyburgers
Candy apple M3's, slidin' out gently
Rollin up in Bentleys, Tyson was the champ then
Right after the Rooftop, years before
it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me ?
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid

[Chorus]

You're just worms
of the nighttime last all day
We'll do our very best to keep our appetites in check
You better watch your back, we want your neck

Nothing but rotten apples lay
Because I'm C Brown
(Class clown)
Getting still sometimes I chill yo
Depending on the day and (HOW I FEEL)
Sometimes I leave an apple that's rotten
[A man's voice]
More often a novel
What's word's owning is worth fighting for
whether it be life, love or the pursuit of happiness
mom's apple
nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with bitches; Poppin wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die; Fire
mad pies
Low price, I blow dice and throw em
Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods popping
takin' life as a gamble 
And living in the rotten apple yo where every core is rotten 
All my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgotten
Because I'm C Brown
(Class clown)
Getting still sometimes I chill yo
Depending on the day and (HOW I FEEL)
Sometimes I leave an apple that's rotten
redirect 
Their lack of self respect
Towards a visible target
A visible target

You seem to have forgotten
That the apple has always been rotten
I'm living life as a gamble
Living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten
To all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten
Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crow law 

The Big Apple, rotten to the core 

These niggaz want war? (GIVE EM WAR) 

They schemin and I-Beam'n
I wish I was an apple a hangin' in a tree
Wish you were another one a hangin' there by me
Wish I was a bluebird a flyin' in the sky
Wish you were
blankly for hours wondering how it could have been
Interrupted only by the blur of sight from the tears I shed in between

C17-H19-NO3-H2O

I crawl my
hips 
Hugs and flicks, niggaz with drugs and whips 
Cash Rules this Rotten Apple, they got a worm in it 
Corrupt sinners, in my man's jeep 
with
the dirty stop-outs from Easton up to Knowl
I got the blues:
The cider blues:
On Thursday morning you find him standing by the door
By 3 o'clock he's down
on down,
You can get it, get it, get it, get it

Get down
You can get it, get it, get it, get it

There's a hole in an apple, an apple has been rotten
Scheme
em
Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan

My niggaz roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin wheelies on Kawasaki's
Hip-Hop's got
Daddy when he went there to get her
Put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, till the transom got rotten
under by the day's tight undertow
A thick accumulation of boredom and fear
On a raft made out of rotten sticks
Caught on a sea of bad risks
Catch it soon,
Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get
Walking down the street
By the house we knew
Weeds command the garden where
Our roses grew
Children I don't know
Climb our apple tree
And scar
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me

Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay