[Verse 1] In the Rotten Apple, take a bite, taste the worm Embrace the world of reality were 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 MAC11s in Legends, cracks in the streets Patroller, gold moneyfolder, gun happy soldiers Never sober, takin over, my blood is colder Niggas respect violence so I become it Im from it, I even done it blunted, so run it [Interlude] Yeah, son, you know what this is Take it off, [come on, dunn Dont even come at me like that] [Dunn, come on, dunn] [Chorus] Yeah, imagine this no guns, no knife Its a one on one so now we gots to fight, son Imagine this no gun, no knife Its a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah Yeah, imagine that, no gun, no knife Its a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah Yeah, imagine this no gun, no knife Its a one on one, son [Verse 2] Yo, Im a cream fiend with a mean dream Brain full of schemes, my crews rollin fresh out the greens Give you what you never seen, the infs on the MAC10 Its 210 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens Try hard and die hard Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed Allah lard I walk at piece with a deadly shadow They want to blow me with the double barrel, foul, no sorrow I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in the thinker, dome Make hell your new home, with the blue chrome MidState wants 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, hopin help is near Street fightin was cool, but in school I brought a new tool Duelin with the devil, a rebel, a fool [Chorus] Imagine this no guns, no knife Just a one on one so now we gots to fight, son Imagine this no gun, no knife Just a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah Imagine that, no gun, no knife Its a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah Imagine this no gun, no knife Its a one on one, son Yeah, take it to the bridge Queensbridge [Interlude] 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 walkietalkies in my sleep Marked money I keep, play the benches all week I visualize Coups, alligators in suits Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof Sippin 80 proof, watchin Juice, but hold up I see some brothers tryin to roll up, wishin I could fold up Its hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogie Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me Im out [Outro] Yeah yeah, kid, dont front 360 degrees, knowhatImsayin? Thats how it comes back at you Queensbridge, thats 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 Aint no half steppin out here Thats how we do out here in the street fight!
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