Текст песни Psycho Drama f Speedknot Mobstaz, Twista - Crook County
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[Yung Buk]Excuse me, good eveningThere`s six people here to hurt your motherfucking feelingsWith one female to break through the glass ceilingChicago, now let me holla at y`allbout what I know bout my city`s many women and childrenThese servants, but the epitomy of nobody`s perfectSome do live good but the others go by the dirt shitBurn motherfuckers, slash, closin they curtains, slashWalk into the bitches, slash, and take a hold of your shirtWhich bitch ass is that, time to show some motherfucking niggaz who we isBitch we ain`t your motherfucking kidsCos tell `em, we ain`t gon` take your shitThese are words from the worstest in hearsesand dirt be all you fuckin facin bitch[Mayz]Niggaz in my mob is too suaveWe ride hundred G cars, in it like the world is oursDon`t disrespect or get your chest split like cigarsIn this county of crooks tryna avoid jail barsBut it`s so hard to make cheese especiallyIf you ain`t got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keysSee mobstability is for niggaz with nothing to loseGoing psycho from this drama you go through paying duesLike gettin bucked in your side tryna hussle for a rideOr hittin` the block to find out one of your guys just diedSo 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 slangersWhere judges be quick to hang us homies and strangersNo bluffin`, we bustin`Like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come upWar 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 dieYou gotsta take the pie, momma didn`t lieLook in my eyes you see the realnessThe nine makes you feel thisPain that I`m going through `til I`m sitting on millionsMy minds on that paper, wishin` upon a caperI need to stack now, I repent for my sins laterWhen I`m living greater, the mind state of a Westside nativeIt`s sick in the head, dodgin` Feds everydaySee me load the AK, watch `em run when we sprayGet 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 sightSo cancel Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and your life[Sidekick]I...I...I pop a holster cos you gon` show bloodYou gon` show love or you gon` show bloodShort of my bitchEven if I do come at you don`t get me twistedQuick City is mine, Drama Ward we get `em liftedWe some rowdy motherfuckersbloody, bloody don`t think we silent, violent motherfuckersHere to tie down motherfuckersMy baby pump a tussle in Generation XAnd roll with tussle plus I`m bustin with two of them hundred gunsCharge em up in their bodyIntefere `n you actin funnyIf you shout we take your motherfuckin moneyIt`s Side to ride aka wild thousandsPsycho Drama got all the fucking power in this Crook County[Repeat Chorus][Newsense]Our county`s so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the styleThen damn near everybody took it and passed it aroundNow these muthafuckas all lookin sick `cause we puttin` it downAnd ain`t no sooner or later, the world gon` realize they fakin`Then snatch they tapes of the shelves and break `em, eliminate `emJust as fast as Creator`s Way can create shitNow they all on some hatin shit, just like a niggaLike ain`t nobody done a thingBut we runnin rings around these bitchesThe more tapes we make the more they all go broke, so fuck `emIf it ain`t no love then it ain`t noneIf it is, then nigga then say something`Cause more of this beats gon` stomp and keep on stompin`And Drama make that solemn promiseThat shorty flyin` all on niggaz` business[Twista]Come look around Crook County, look around, you found meI must`ve been bad to the bone, get the mask and the chromeThis Chi gotta die from a blast to the domeNigga, muthafuck a Ouija boardI receive my blessings from G`s and Lord, nine-millies and swordsBut the art of war nigga, must`ve found breathin` boredTellin` me to look into your eyes, all I see is a bitchSaw Krayzie in New Orleans on my dickTalkin` about you was lovin` my shitHit the bud and got sickOn that shit odyssey mumblin` r&bYou can keep the apology, you gon` try to dishonor meKill the Hoes of the HarmonyJust when you thought it was safeThe Bone niggaz `bout to get slaughtered and rapedI can slow down and audit the tapeY`all bent and all y`all who thought it was fakeNow watch these B`s on the stage, beef and the rageDie on the first on the month, `cause it`s worse than the bluntWhy would you compete to be doomed, now you gon` see Eazy-E soonFeel 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 nothinAin`t no bluffin`[Chorus] (2x)