| I’m on my CT shit, but when ain’t I
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| I’ve been repping this shit since I was yay high
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| I’m from heroin town, yeah I was born there
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| Check the location on my Foursquare, junkies and whores there
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| Hartford and New Haven’s like warfare, these days
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| Channel three news with the replays, where the body decays
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| White trash free base, plus we da home of slept on rappers and dj’s
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| Big Mike put me up on his tapes, for how I’m repping this state,
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| not because I drop papes and my name holds weight
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| This is just a reminder
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| From the state where we call subs and heroes grinders
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| It reminds me of nine five in the pathfinder
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| Playin Only Built 4 Cuban Linx, or Da Beatminerz
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| Well Evil Dee broke me off lovely, it’s ugly
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| Shout out to all the UConn Huskies
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| I’m a CT
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| Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut
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| Peace Connecticut, real niggas lick shots, Peace Connecticut
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| Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut
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| Peace Connecticut, real niggas lick shots, Peace Connecticut
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| Yo, I’m a young man, with an old soul
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| I’m from where Good Ole Tom will buy your old gold
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| Shout out to Steez-o, peace to Duelio
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| And Chris Webby gettin' buzy in the studio
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| I’m dough rakin' with my mo’fuckin' spliff and bone
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| And got my Northface on son, it’s wicked cold
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| I’m New England like a mo’fucka', turn turn it up louda'
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| We export more white powda' than clam chowda'
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| An epic beast rep the streets where they say F police
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| Sitting in this interview, with my man Kevin Reese
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| I’m a product of Dock 9, it’s classic
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| In case you didn’t know he’s Connecticut’s Mr. Magic
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| If you all want problems, here comes trouble
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| That’s why I got Connecticut, tatted above my knuckles
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| Peace to all my people, chilling in Willirico
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| And chicks on the metro north, strapped with Kilos and CT |