Crook County Lyrics

Crook County lyrics

f/ Speedknot Mobstaz, Twista







[Yung Buk]



Excuse me, good evening



There's six people here to hurt your motherfucking feelings



With one female to break through the glass ceiling



Chicago, now let me holla at y'all



bout what I know bout my city's many women and children



These servants, but the epitomy of nobody's perfect



Some do live good but the others go by the dirt shit



Burn motherfuckers, slash, closin they curtains, slash



Walk into the bitches, slash, and take a hold of your shirt



Which bitch ass is that, time to show some motherfucking niggaz who we is



Bitch we ain't your motherfucking kids



Cos tell 'em, we ain't gon' take your shit



These are words from the worstest in hearses



and dirt be all you fuckin facin bitch







[Mayz]



Niggaz 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 tryna 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 niggaz with nothing to lose



Going psycho from this drama you go through paying dues



Like gettin bucked in your side tryna 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 niggaz'll bomb on that ass like a stealth







[Chorus x2]



In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers



Where judges be quick to hang us homies and strangers



No bluffin', we bustin'Like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up



War chrome then it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up







[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



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 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







[Sidekick]



I...I...I pop a holster cos you gon' show blood



You gon' show love or you gon' show blood



Short of my bitch



Even if I do come at you don't get me twisted



Quick City is mine, Drama Ward we get 'em lifted



We some rowdy motherfuckers



bloody, bloody don't think we silent, violent motherfuckers



Here to tie down motherfuckers



My baby pump a tussle in Generation X



And roll with tussle plus I'm bustin with two of them hundred guns



Charge em up in their body



Intefere 'n you actin funny



If you shout we take your motherfuckin money



It's Side to ride aka wild thousands



Psycho Drama got all the fucking power in this Crook County







[Repeat 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 lookin sick '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 hatin 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 niggaz' 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, muthafuck a Ouija board



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



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



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



Saw Krayzie in New Orleans on my dick



Talkin' about you was lovin' my shit



Hit the bud and got sick



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 niggaz '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 these B's on the stage, beef and the rage



Die on the first on the month, 'cause it's worse 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)