Twista - Crook County (Remixed) lyrics

[Psychodrama]

Excuse me, believe me

there's 6 people here to hurt you mother fuckin feelings

with one female to break through the glass ceiling

Chicago, now let me holla at yall 'bout what i know 'bout my city

many women and children deserve this

fuck the epidemy, nobody's perfect

some do live my nigga (?) but the others go by the dirt shit

hurtin motherfuckers slash closin' they curtains curtains

slash, (?) to the bitches, slash get a hold of ya shirt

but ya big ass is fat, time to show some mother fuckin niggas who we is

bitch we aint yo mother fuckin kids

Crook County, we ain't gon' take yo shit

(????)

[Mayz]

Niggas in my mob is too suave

We ride hundred G cars, in it like the world is ours

Don't disrespect or get your chest split like cigars

In this county of crooks tryin' to avoid jail bars

But it's so hard to make cheese especially

If you ain't got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys

See mobstability is for niggas with nothing to lose

Going psycho from this drama you know you paying dues

I get a buck in your side tryin' to hussle for a ride

Or hittin' the block to find out one of your guys just died

So don't come to the Chi, it's just riskin' ya health

'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on that ass like a stealth

[Chorus]

In the county of crooks: gangbangers, killers and slangers

With judges be quick to hang us homies and strangers

No bluffin', we bustin'

Like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up

War (?) then it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

[Repeat Chorus]

[Liffy Stokes]

In the Chi, it's kill or be killed, hussle or die

You gotsta take the pie, momma didn't lie

Look in my eyes you see the realness

The nine makes you feel this

The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on millions

My minds on that paper, wishin' upon a caper

I need to stack now, I'll repent for my sins later

When I'm living greater, the mind state of a Westside native

It's sick in the head, dodgin' Feds everyday

See me load the AK, watch 'em run when we spray

Get the fuck up out my way and for pray that this pistol play

'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's nothing in sight

So cancel Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and your life

[Speedknot]

Ah Ah, I pop a holster, 'cause you won't show up, and you gon' shoulder up, and

you gon' shoot up... sort 'em out

and even if i do, you comin don't you get me twisted

Crook City is mine, drama war we get 'em lifted

We surround the muthafuckas, bloody bloody, don't think it's silent

violent muthafuckas, and he cried out muthafuckas

My (?) tussin its generation X

and robitussin plus i'm bustin'

wit two of them hundred guns

Trustin' nobody, interferring and actin funny

if you shout we take yo muthafuckin money

inside yo ride, A.K.A. while (?) and psychodrama got all the fuckin power in

this Crook County

[Chorus]

[Newsense]

Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the style

Then damn near everybody took it and passed it around

Now these muthafuckas all look and see 'cause we puttin' it down

And ain't no sooner or later, the world gon' realize they fakin'

Then snatch they tapes of the shelves and break 'em, eliminate 'em

Just as fast as Creator's Way can create shit

Now they all on some hate shit, just like a nigga

Like ain't nobody done a thing

But we runnin' rings around these bitches

The more tapes we make the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em

If it ain't no love then it ain't none

If it is, then nigga then say something

'Cause more of this beats gon' stomp and keep on stompin'

And Drama make that solemn promise

That shorty flyin' all on niggas' business

[Twista]

Come look around Crook County, look around, you found me

I must've been bad to the bone, get the mask and the chrome

This Chi gotta die from a blast to the dome

Nigga, not muthafuckin' Ouija board

I receive my blessings from G's and Lord, nine-millies and source

But the art of war nigga, must've found breathin' bored

Tellin' me to look into your eyes, all I see is a bitch

Tell Krayzie in New Orleans that he bit

Talkin' about you was lovin' my shit

Hit the bud and got sent on that shit odyssey mumblin' r&b

You can keep the apology, you gon' try to dishonor me

Kill the Hoes of the Harmony

Just when you thought it was safe

The Bone niggas 'bout to get slaughtered and raped

I can slow down and audit the tape

Y'all bent and all y'all who thought it was fake

Now watch (?) on the stage, beef and the rage

Die on the first on the month, 'cause it's than the blunt

Why would you compete to be doomed, now you gon' see Eazy-E soon

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'

When I reach and start bustin'

I'm a Bone Crusher, crook county or nothin

Ain't no bluffin'

[Chorus] (2x)