Middletown, NY lyrics

by

Masta Killa


8, 4, 5

Straight outa 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 I'm 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, his paper must be good
b*tch sucked the nuts through the head of my di*k
Walked 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
BK, they commin out
Kingston Queens, running mouth
Ain't sh*t in Sullivan but gambling and AIDS
Only Monticello dogs run if 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

Middletown, New York, where I learned to walk and talk
All the biggest willys been killed or caught
You f*cking with music you get no support
Even local athletes they think hand to hands a sport
I was raised on dirt weed and cheap liquor
Watch the same hand that shake mine go and peel off the sticker
The brand new album got hate more alive
Cause I sh*t on every MC in the 845
Must have been drugged in my sleep by agents sent to end it
Woke up underground with machines they can't wreck 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 ????
Never seen so many f*cking 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
Them sh*tty, I need to add a Y to M City
Pen's gritty, ya'll titty, don't f*ck with them kitty

Middletown, New York, where I learned to walk and talk
All the biggest willys been killed or caught
You f*cking with music you get no support
Even local athletes they think hand to hands a sport
I was raised on dirt weed and cheap liquor
Watch the same hand that shake mine go and peel off the sticker
The brand new album got hate more alive
Cause I sh*t on every MC in the 845
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