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Twista & The Speedknot Mobstaz F/ Newsense Miscellaneous Crook County (B.O.N.E. Crusher Mix) [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 will pay 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 [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 go through 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 risky as hell '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] [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 hation, just like them nigga Like ain't nobody done a thing But we run a reason 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] (..?..) county, look around me, you found, 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) |
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