Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Middletown, NY , by - Cage. Release date: 03.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Middletown, NY |
| Straight outa Orange County |
| Give a fuck how chain stores found me |
| This is choice just so bitches and kids flock around me |
| Fuck 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 |
| Bitch sucked the nuts through the head of my dick |
| 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 shit in Sullivan but gambling and AIDS |
| Only Monticello dogs run if 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 |
| Middletown, New York, where I learned to walk and talk |
| All the biggest willys been killed or caught |
| You fucking 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 shit 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 fucking 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 |
| Them shitty, I need to add a Y to M City |
| Pen’s gritty, ya’ll titty, don’t fuck with them kitty |
| Middletown, New York, where I learned to walk and talk |
| All the biggest willys been killed or caught |
| You fucking 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 shit on every MC in the 845 |