Twista, Speedknot Mobstaz, PsychoDrama-Crook County Lyrics

[Psychodrama]
Excuse me, believe me
there's 6 people here to hurt you mother f___in 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
f___ the epidemy, nobody's perfect
some do live my n____ (?) but the others go by the dirt s___
hurtin m_________ers slash closin' they curtains curtains
slash, (?) to the b____es, slash get a hold of ya shirt
but ya big a__ is fat, time to show some mother f___in n____s who we is
b____ we aint yo mother f___in kids
Crook County, we ain't gon' take yo s___
(????)

[Mayz]
n____s 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 n____s 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 n____s'll bomb on that a__ like a stealth

[Chorus]
In the county of crooks: g_______ers, 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 f___ 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 m____fucka, f___ 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 m____fuckas, b_____ b_____, don't think it's silent
violent m____fuckas, and he cried out m____fuckas
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 m____fuckin money
inside yo ride, A.K.A. while (?) and psychodrama got all the f___in power in
this Crook County

[Chorus]

[Newsense]
Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the style
Then d___ near everybody took it and passed it around
Now these m____fuckas all look and see 'cause we puttin' it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the world gon' realize they fakin'
Then s_____ they tapes of the shelves and break 'em, eliminate 'em
Just as fast as Creator's Way can create s___
Now they all on some hate s___, just like a n____
Like ain't nobody done a thing
But we runnin' rings around these b____es
The more tapes we make the more they all go broke, so f___ 'em
If it ain't no love then it ain't none
If it is, then n____ 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 n____s' 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
n____, not m____fuckin' Ouija board
I receive my blessings from G's and Lord, nine-millies and source
But the art of war n____, must've found breathin' bored
Tellin' me to look into your eyes, all I see is a b____
Tell Krayzie in New Orleans that he bit
Talkin' about you was lovin' my s___
Hit the bud and got sent on that s___ 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 n____s '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)