Middletown, NY (Remix)

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[Verse 1] Straight outta Orange County Give a fuck how chain stores found me This is choice, just so bitches and kids flock around me! Fuck discussion, on the brink of bustin' Disgusting, in the front of the club! With bullets lookin' for suction I count dough like enemies, even out the hood! See Cage with two Uzis, my paper must be good! Sucked the nuts through the head of my dick Walk slanted, then got two new mayonnaise jars implanted Haters scapegoats with no plugs, could be legendary But, stay too broke, and a client cemetery Newburgh!, shut it down Middletown!, run it now PK!, they comin' out Kingston!, Queens running mouth! Ain't shit in Sullivan but gambling and A.I.D.S Only Monticello dogs runnin' shit is at the raceway Your face spray out, two of these for the nine Before there's Hells Winter there's Movies for the Blind [Hook] Middletown, New York, where I learned to walk and talk All the biggest willys been killed or caught You fuckin' with music you get no support Even local athletes think hand to hands a sport! I was raised on dirt weed and cheap liquor Watch the same hand that shake mine peel off the sticker The brand new album got hate more alive Cause I shit on every MC in the 845 [Verse 2] Must have been drugged in my sleep, by agents sent to edit Woke up underground with machines they can't rep it With a PCP method I smoke the dead's misery Then rob the corpses to add insult to injury My hand in the same evil that mark Middie Never seen so many fuckin' sons in a dark city I bark witty Pity no soundtrack to bust cops So I push the envelope like 90's dust spots Street clean up, put you best team up Y'all crack dealers trying to rock with no re-up In a sedan, or coup, or truck, it's buck a Trooper State or local like it's yesterday, fuck the future Christ like anarchist, games evolve Get it? you want a clip but I came revolved Clips involved? I see 'em out then quick This ain't fag music, but y'all suck my albums dick! [Hook] Middletown, New York, where I learned to walk and talk All the biggest willys been killed or caught You fuckin' with music you get no support Even local athletes think hand to hands a sport! I was raised on dirt weed and cheap liquor Watch the same hand that shake mine peel off the sticker The brand new album got hate more alive Cause I shit on every MC in the 845 [Outro] I'm sayin' man, 62 counties man, only 8 is being repped! NYC got five, LI got 2.. Westchester county That's 54 counties I'm holdin' down by myself 'n' I ain't shittin' on y'all I got love for y'all If I dare y'all to come out, I dare y'all to make records I got my money on misery! Off the banks! Camu Tao..
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