Crook County bone Crusher Mix Lyrics by Twista

Crook County bone Crusher Mix Lyrics

    [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 will pay 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

    [mayz]
    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 risky as hell
    'cause k-town niggas'll bomb on that ass like a stealth

    [chorus]
    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

    [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 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

    [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, not muthafuckin' ouija board
    I receive my blessings from g's and lord, nine-millies and source
    But the art of war nigga, must've found breathin' bored
    Tellin' me to look into your eyes, all i see is a bitch
    Tell krayzie in new orleans that he bit
    Talkin' about you was lovin' my shit
    Hit the bud and got sent 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 niggas '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)

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