Crook County - Twista, Newsense

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 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

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 risking your health

Cause K-Town niggas’ll bomb on that ass like a stealth

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

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

From a lyrical Crook County, look around, you found me

I must’ve been bad to the bone, get the mask and the chrome

This shot gotta die from a blast to the dome

Nigga, Motha Fuck a Ouija board

I receive my blessings from G’s and Lords, nine-millies and swords

For the art of war niggas, must’ve found breathin' bored

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

Saw Krayzie in New Orleans scary vic

Talkin' 'bout you was lovin' my shit

Hit the bud and got sick on that shit-talkin odyssey mumblin' r&b

You can keep the apology, you done tried 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 bigger than all y’all who thought it was fake

Now watch four-fee's on the stage, bleed from the braids

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'