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