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Lutricia Mcneal - Crook County 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 aroundLutricia Mcneal - Crook County - http://motolyrics.com/lutricia-mcneal/crook-county-lyrics.html
 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)








