| Straight outa Orange County
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| Give a fuck how chain stores found me
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| This is choice just so bitches and kids flock around me
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| Fuck discussion I’m the brink of bustin disgusting in the front of the club
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| With bullets lookin for suction
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| I count dough like enemies, even out the hood
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| See Cage with two Uzis, his paper must be good
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| Bitch sucked the nuts through the head of my dick
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| Walked slanted, then got two new mayonnaise jars implanted
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| Haters scapegoats with no plugs, could be legendary
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| But, stay too broke, and a client cemetery
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| Newburgh, shut it down
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| Middletown, run it now
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| BK, they commin out
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| Kingston Queens, running mouth
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| Ain’t shit in Sullivan but gambling and AIDS
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| Only Monticello dogs run if shit is at the raceway
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| Your face spray out, two of these for the nine
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| Before there’s Hells Winter there’s Movies for the Blind
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| Middletown, New York, where I learned to walk and talk
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| All the biggest willys been killed or caught
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| You fucking with music you get no support
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| Even local athletes they think hand to hands a sport
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| I was raised on dirt weed and cheap liquor
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| Watch the same hand that shake mine go and peel off the sticker
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| The brand new album got hate more alive
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| Cause I shit on every MC in the 845
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| Must have been drugged in my sleep by agents sent to end it
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| Woke up underground with machines they can’t wreck it
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| With a PCP method I smoke the dead’s misery
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| Then rob the corpses to add insult to injury
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| My hand in the same evil that ???
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| Never seen so many fucking sons in a dark city
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| I bark witty
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| Pity no soundtrack to bust cops
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| So I push the envelope like 90's dust spots
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| Street clean up, put you best team up
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| Y’all crack dealers trying to rock with no re-up
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| In a sedan, or coup, or truck, it’s buck a Trooper
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| State or local like it’s yesterday, fuck the future
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| Christ like anarchist, games evolve
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| Get it, you want a clip but I came revolved
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| Them shitty, I need to add a Y to M City
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| Pen’s gritty, ya’ll titty, don’t fuck with them kitty
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| Middletown, New York, where I learned to walk and talk
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| All the biggest willys been killed or caught
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| You fucking with music you get no support
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| Even local athletes they think hand to hands a sport
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| I was raised on dirt weed and cheap liquor
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| Watch the same hand that shake mine go and peel off the sticker
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| The brand new album got hate more alive
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| Cause I shit on every MC in the 845 |