Crook County (Remixed)

<br>[Psychodrama]<br>Excuse me, believe me<br>there`s 6 people here to hurt you mother fuckin feelings<br>with one female to break through the glass ceiling<br>Chicago, now let me holla at yall `bout what i know `bout my city<br>many women and children deserve this<br>fuck the epidemy, nobody`s perfect<br>some do live my nigga (?) but the others go by the dirt shit<br>hurtin motherfuckers slash closin` they curtains curtains<br>slash, (?) to the bitches, slash get a hold of ya shirt<br>but ya big ass is fat, time to show some mother fuckin niggas who we is<br>bitch we aint yo mother fuckin kids<br>Crook County, we ain`t gon` take yo shit<br>(????)<br><br>[Mayz]<br>Niggas in my mob is too suave<br>We ride hundred G cars, in it like the world is ours<br>Don`t disrespect or get your chest split like cigars<br>In this county of crooks tryin` to avoid jail bars<br>But it`s so hard to make cheese especially<br>If you ain`t got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys<br>See mobstability is for niggas with nothing to lose<br>Going psycho from this drama you know you paying dues<br>I get a buck in your side tryin` to hussle for a ride<br>Or hittin` the block to find out one of your guys just died<br>So don`t come to the Chi, it`s just riskin` ya health<br>`Cause K-Town niggas`ll bomb on that ass like a stealth<br><br>[Chorus]<br>In the county of crooks: gangbangers, killers and slangers<br>With judges be quick to hang us homies and strangers<br>No bluffin`, we bustin`<br>Like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up<br>War (?) then it`s on, now we gon` strap up, what`s up<br><br>[Repeat Chorus]<br><br>[Liffy Stokes]<br>In the Chi, it`s kill or be killed, hussle or die<br>You gotsta take the pie, momma didn`t lie<br>Look in my eyes you see the realness<br>The nine makes you feel this<br>The pain that I`m going through `til I`m sitting on millions<br>My minds on that paper, wishin` upon a caper<br>I need to stack now, I`ll repent for my sins later<br>When I`m living greater, the mind state of a Westside native<br>It`s sick in the head, dodgin` Feds everyday<br>See me load the AK, watch `em run when we spray<br>Get the fuck up out my way and for pray that this pistol play<br>`Cause when I`m heated I`m gunning `til there`s nothing in sight<br>So cancel Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and your life<br><br><br>[Speedknot]<br>Ah Ah, I pop a holster, `cause you won`t show up, and you gon` shoulder up, and <br>you gon` shoot up... sort `em out<br>and even if i do, you comin don`t you get me twisted<br>Crook City is mine, drama war we get `em lifted<br>We surround the muthafuckas, bloody bloody, don`t think it`s silent<br>violent muthafuckas, and he cried out muthafuckas<br>My (?) tussin its generation X<br>and robitussin plus i`m bustin`<br>wit two of them hundred guns<br>Trustin` nobody, interferring and actin funny<br>if you shout we take yo muthafuckin money<br>inside yo ride, A.K.A. while (?) and psychodrama got all the fuckin power in <br>this Crook County<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Newsense]<br>Our county`s so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the style<br>Then damn near everybody took it and passed it around<br>Now these muthafuckas all look and see `cause we puttin` it down<br>And ain`t no sooner or later, the world gon` realize they fakin`<br>Then snatch they tapes of the shelves and break `em, eliminate `em<br>Just as fast as Creator`s Way can create shit<br>Now they all on some hate shit, just like a nigga<br>Like ain`t nobody done a thing<br>But we runnin` rings around these bitches<br>The more tapes we make the more they all go broke, so fuck `em<br>If it ain`t no love then it ain`t none<br>If it is, then nigga then say something<br>`Cause more of this beats gon` stomp and keep on stompin`<br>And Drama make that solemn promise<br>That shorty flyin` all on niggas` business<br><br>[Twista]<br>Come look around Crook County, look around, you found me<br>I must`ve been bad to the bone, get the mask and the chrome<br>This Chi gotta die from a blast to the dome<br>Nigga, not muthafuckin` Ouija board<br>I receive my blessings from G`s and Lord, nine-millies and source<br>But the art of war nigga, must`ve found breathin` bored<br>Tellin` me to look into your eyes, all I see is a bitch<br>Tell Krayzie in New Orleans that he bit<br>Talkin` about you was lovin` my shit<br>Hit the bud and got sent on that shit odyssey mumblin` r&amp;b<br>You can keep the apology, you gon` try to dishonor me<br>Kill the Hoes of the Harmony<br>Just when you thought it was safe<br>The Bone niggas `bout to get slaughtered and raped<br>I can slow down and audit the tape<br>Y`all bent and all y`all who thought it was fake<br>Now watch (?) on the stage, beef and the rage<br>Die on the first on the month, `cause it`s than the blunt<br>Why would you compete to be doomed, now you gon` see Eazy-E soon<br>Feel the boom of the reprecussion, `cause the reefer`s still rushin`<br>When I reach and start bustin`<br>I`m a Bone Crusher, crook county or nothin<br>Ain`t no bluffin`<br><br>[Chorus] (2x)