Psycho Drama - Crook County Lyrics

f/ Speedknot Mobstaz, Twista



[Yung Buk]

Excuse me, good evening

There's six people here to hurt your motherf*cking 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 motherf*ckers, 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 motherf*cking niggaz who we is

Bitch we ain't your motherf*cking kids

Cos tell 'em, we ain't gon' take your shit

These are words from the worstest in hearses

and dirt be all you f*ckin 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 f*ck 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 muthaf*cka, f*ck 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 motherf*ckers

bloody, bloody don't think we silent, violent motherf*ckers

Here to tie down motherf*ckers

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 motherf*ckin money

It's Side to ride aka wild thousands

Psycho Drama got all the f*cking 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 muthaf*ckas 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 f*ck '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, muthaf*ck 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'



[Chorus] (2x)