"19- 1970 Somethin'."
Yeah!
GGG-GGG! {"ROTTEN APPLE"... }
YEAH!
Uh-huh! {JULY! }
Yeah!
Yeahh.
1970 Somethin' - my momz and my popz met
(yeah!)
Shit was different and I ain' even drop yet.
(uh!)
Years past with a birth of a lil' star
(yeah!)
A product of the weed and a bar.
(whooo!) {Whooooo! }
Predicted a bad seed by far
(uh-huh!)
Now the kids run up and see my car.
(yeah!)
I can probably make it fly if I try
Blowin' the lye in the sky when I'm high till I die.
In the ride with a .9 on my side Let my tombstone read. - I try full of pride.
(pride!)
I got a whole lotta dough to get
(yeah!)
I am a roller shit!
(yeah!) - Captain I control the ship.
(uh!) {Whooo! }
A nigga flow like mine he stole this shit,
(yeah!)
He sold a few records before he noticed it.
(yeah!)
Ma, I can do this in my sleep
(uh!)
I skip through the beat hand gripped on the heat.
(damn!) {SHIT! }
I'm doin' all this for the niggaz that passed
Ball out a tree everyday like it last.
Cause bullets ain't got no names, jus' targets
(yeah!)
They leave brains with stains on carpets. {SHADY! }
The drama gonna go down regardless
These niggaz ready for the showdown they Heartless.
(uh-huh!)
Uh - I murdered niggaz from theThe [? ] from the switch make the Six-Four Endo. {DAMN! }
(whoo!)
How it's 2006!
(yeah!)
I got a brand new house in the cliffs.
That's why I walk around in my slips
With a bitch! - I only keep her around for her lips.
Yeah! {REEF GOTTA! }
"Rotten Apple".
"MO MONEY IN THE BANK... PART 4"!
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Writer(s): Sean Combs, Christopher Wallace, Jean Olivier, Stephen Garrett, Jayceon Taylor, Harry Casey, Tijuan Frampton
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