Verse One: In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm Embrace the world of reality we're 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 Mac-11's and legends, cracks in the streets Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers Never sober takin over, my blood is colder Niggaz respect violence so I become it I'm from it, I even done it blunted so run it Yeah son, you know what this is Take it off [come on dunn, don't even come at me like that] [dunn, come on dunn] Chorus: Imagine this, no guns no knife It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son Imagine this, no gun no knife It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah Imagine that, no gun no knife It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah Imagine this, no gun no knife It's a one on one, son Verse Two: Yo I'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin fresh out the greens Give you what you never seen, the ips on the Mac-10 It's 2:10 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 A walk a piece with a deadly shadow They want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome Mistakes want me, sauve 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 Toolin with the devil, a rebel, a fool Chorus: Imagine this no guns no knife Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah Imagine this no gun no knife Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah Imagine this no gun no knife Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah Imagine this no gun no knife Just a one on one, a one on one Yeah, take it to the bridge -- Queensbridge 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 Three: I hear Jake walkie-talkies in my sleep Marked money I keep, play the bitches all week I visualize Coups, alligators in suits Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof Sippin eighty proof, watchin Juice, but hold up I see some brothers tryin to roll up, wishin I could fold up It's hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogie Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me, I'm out... Yeah yeah kid, don't front, 360 degrees, knowhatI'msayin? That's how it comes back at you. Queensbridge, that's 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] You know how we steppin. That's how we do out here in the street fight!