Middletown, NY (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Straight outta Orange County
Give a f*ck how chain stores found me
This is choice, just so b*tches and kids flock around me!
f*ck 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 di*k
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 sh*t in Sullivan but gambling and A.I.D.S
Only Monticello dogs runnin' sh*t 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 f*ckin' 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 sh*t 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 f*ckin' 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, f*ck 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 di*k!

[Hook]
Middletown, New York, where I learned to walk and talk
All the biggest willys been killed or caught
You f*ckin' 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 sh*t 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 sh*ttin' 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!

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