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[Verse 1: Apathy] I'm on my CT shit, but when ain't I I've been repping this shit since I was yay high I'm from heroin town, yeah I was born there Check the location on my four square, junkies and whores there Hartford and New Haven's like warfare, these days Channel three news with the replays, where the body decays White trash free base, plus we da home of slept on rappers and dj's Big mike put me up on his tapes, for I'm repping this state, not because I drop hates And my name holds me, this is just a reminder From the state where we call subs and heroes grinders It reminds me of nine five in the pathfinder Playin Only Built 4 Cuban Linx, or Da Beatminerz Well the evil deed broke me off lovely, it's ugly Shout out to all the Uconn huskey's I'm a CT [Hook:] Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut Peace Connecticut, real niggas get shots, Peace Connecticut Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut Peace Connecticut, real niggas get shots, Peace Connecticut [Verse 2: Apathy] Yo, I'm a young man, with an old soul I'm from where Good Ole Tom will buy your old gold Letras de cancionesShout out to steez-o, peace to duelio And Chris Webby gettin' buzy in the studio I'm dough rakin' with my mo'fuckin' spliff and bone And got my northface on son, it's wicked cold I'm New England like a mo'fucka', turn turn it up louda' We export more white powda' than clam chowda' An epic beast repping streets where they say F police Sitting in this interview, with my man Kevin Reese I'm a product of Dock 9, it's classic In case you didn't know he's Connecticuts Mr. Magic If you all want problems, here comes trouble That's why I got Connecticut, tattered above my knuckles Peace to all my people, chilling in Williwico And chicks on the metro north, strapped with Kilos and CT [Hook:] Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut Peace Connecticut, real niggas get shots, Peace Connecticut Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut Peace Connecticut, real niggas get shots, Peace Connecticut From Letras Mania