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feat. Speedknot Mobstaz, Twista Bonn Webagenturen [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 Rote Folien 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'
