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rappers you know live there curse and a gift there
It's mixed bag many did that and got big there
B R double O K L Y N
King's County NY from beginning

to my woods boy and hop off in these sticks

We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy
Them

bandits both have fleas
Doin' time county vacation

Dreamin' of wave facing casa
Where we should've waited to drink
Tequila sunrise at Pauline's
Sunsets in

Bitch I'm
Ten toes down
It's all I fuckin know
Word to my childhood
Days up on county line
Road we gone have it on swole
Bitch I'm Ten toes down
It's

of Broward County, yea yea
They like Ten, why you don' trust nobody?
Probably 'cause a nigga came up out of Broward County, yea yea
Bad bitches and trees with

I was sittin' beside the road in Black Jack County.
Not knowing that the Sheriff paid a bounty,
For men like me who didn't have a penny to our name.

the guns down
Nigga talk is cheap
Cause crash dummies brain dead
Getting tricked off the streets

Somebody facing twenty five to life
Cook County jail
They

This is a Song about Bruno's Children
It's a story about Power Abuse
This is a story about Hometown City Hall
They didn't speak the truth

County man

Imma botany woods
Fielder road
Clayton county type of nigga
Grew up eating red baron pizzas
Couple nights for dinner
We aint have no central air
So

take a drive
Cross that Lincoln County line
Top of Halls Gap into Ottenheim
Where the moonshine drinks like water
And the air is sweet as wine
Time moves

point I really believe that this whole thing could pop off tomorrow
The County Kids rockin, you know we ain't floppin
Man, how could we not reach

No funny business got the whole county in a headlock
Got em going night-night like it's bed rock
Hollywood stunting, Man they call me Bin Laden

I left for the Army on the 2nd of May
I left Mama cryin' on her birthday
For smoke and fire, and wreckless desire
Champaign county ain't got nothin'

I run my whole city
I ride round wit a hunnet shots
Bitch Fuck Berkeley County
Nigga Ian fuck with no oops
I run my whole city
I ride round wit

maybe somewhere might have crossed the line
Don't need no doctor don't need no pill
Just need a jar full.... of Person County Wine
Your heart's aching,

Broward county girls ain’t no good
Dade county girls ain’t no better
I might have to send her back to the hood

Broward county girls ain’t no good

dirty horse

Roots of cardamom silky tails and sprinkles
County dots and didelido
I saw what the dirty horse could do
Biting your lips, it bleeds
I'm

together and pray it's time we the people stand

Sullivan county district 8 really needs to remove hope
You telling me I can’t christian rap when you ain’t

at the county line
Visions of a relapse
Into better habits
Kill the past and I swear ill leave it along
The county line
The county line
No I don't feel you

Yea yea, let's get it
Yea yea, let's get it
Flat Shoals, let's get it
Eastside, let's get it
Dekalb County, let's get it
Saylook
Ran up a bag in my

In the spring of my twentieth (twenny-et) year the rebels they came to County Clare their eyes they burned wi' honor and pride their words they

the Chevy
Ninety-five to Broward county Make a movie Like Belle
Niggas clutching steel, the way I roll with The Weapon,
Twin Glocks twenty-three how ah nigga

Church let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay
Let the BandPlay
Cheatham County, Cheatham County

Who who who the fuck am I
I'm the king of the hick shit

Talking shit you got it coming
I got shooters all around me
Rep the set, Orange County
Wash the bloodstain, on my tee shirt
With some downy
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