Текст песни Twista - Crook County (Remixed), слова песни Twista

Текст песни Twista - Crook County (Remixed)

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[Psychodrama]Excuse me, believe methere`s 6 people here to hurt you mother fuckin feelingswith one female to break through the glass ceilingChicago, now let me holla at yall `bout what i know `bout my citymany women and children deserve thisfuck the epidemy, nobody`s perfectsome do live my nigga (?) but the others go by the dirt shithurtin motherfuckers slash closin` they curtains curtainsslash, (?) to the bitches, slash get a hold of ya shirtbut ya big ass is fat, time to show some mother fuckin niggas who we isbitch we aint yo mother fuckin kidsCrook County, we ain`t gon` take yo shit(????)[Mayz]Niggas 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 tryin` to 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 niggas with nothing to loseGoing psycho from this drama you know you paying duesI get a buck in your side tryin` to 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 niggas`ll bomb on that ass like a stealth[Chorus]In the county of crooks: gangbangers, killers and slangersWith judges be quick to hang us homies and strangersNo bluffin`, we bustin`Like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come upWar (?) 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 dieYou gotsta take the pie, momma didn`t lieLook in my eyes you see the realnessThe nine makes you feel thisThe pain that I`m going through `til I`m sitting on millionsMy minds on that paper, wishin` upon a caperI need to stack now, I`ll 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[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 outand even if i do, you comin don`t you get me twistedCrook City is mine, drama war we get `em liftedWe surround the muthafuckas, bloody bloody, don`t think it`s silentviolent muthafuckas, and he cried out muthafuckasMy (?) tussin its generation Xand robitussin plus i`m bustin`wit two of them hundred gunsTrustin` nobody, interferring and actin funnyif you shout we take yo muthafuckin moneyinside yo ride, A.K.A. while (?) and psychodrama got all the fuckin power in this Crook County[Chorus][Newsense]Our county`s so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the styleThen damn near everybody took it and passed it aroundNow these muthafuckas all look and see `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 hate 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 niggas` 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, not muthafuckin` Ouija boardI receive my blessings from G`s and Lord, nine-millies and sourceBut the art of war nigga, must`ve found breathin` boredTellin` me to look into your eyes, all I see is a bitchTell Krayzie in New Orleans that he bitTalkin` about you was lovin` my shitHit the bud and got sent on 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 niggas `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 (?) on the stage, beef and the rageDie on the first on the month, `cause it`s 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)

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