Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix Feat. Newsense) (Feat. Newsense)

In the shot, it's kill or be killed, hustle or die
You gots to take the pot, mama didn't lie
Look in my eyes and see the realness, the nine makes you feel this
Pain that I'm going through, till I'm sitting on millions
My mind's on that paper, wishing upon a caper
I need a stack now, I repent for my sins later

When I'm living greater, the mind stayed up for what's side native
That's sick in the head, got your feds every day
Send me low to AK, watch them run when you spray
Get the fuck up on my way, if I play to this pistol play
Cause when I'm heated, I'm gunning, till there's nothing in sight
So castle Christmas, motherfucker, fuck you and your life

Niggas in my mob, it's too suave
We ride 100G cars and live like the world is ours
Don't disrespect or get your chest split like cigars
In this county of crooks trying to avoid jail bars
But it's so hard to make cheese, especially
If you ain't got no PhD or connect on fat keys

See mob stability is for niggas with nothing to lose
Going psycho from this drama, you go through paying dues
Like getting bucked in your side, trying to hustle for a ride
Or hitting the block to find out one of your guys just died
So don't come to the shop, it's just risking your health
Cause gay town niggas a bomb on that ass like a stealth

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers, and slangers
Watch others be quick to hang us, homies and strangers
No bluffing, we busting, do a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
My brother was home and he gon' strap up, what's up?

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers, and slangers
Watch others be quick to hang us homies and strangers
No bluffing, we busting, do a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
My brother was home and he gon' strap up, what's up?

Our time is so crooked, psychodrama invented a style that damn near
Everybody took it and passed it around, now these motherfuckers all looking sick
Cause we putting it down and ain't no sooner or later
The world gon' realize they faking it, snap they tapes off the shelves and break them
Eliminate them, just as fast as creators wake and create shit
Now they all on some hate shit, just like a nigga

Like ain't nobody done a thing, but we running rings around these bitches
The more tapes we make, the more they all go broke
So fuck em, if it ain't no love, then ain't none
If it is a nigga, say something, cause water speed gon' stop and keep on stopping
And drama make that silent promise, the shorty flyin'
My own own nigga is them one

Look around me, you found me, it must have been bad to the bone
Get the mask and the crone, this shot got to die from a blast to the dome
Nigga, motherfucker, Ouija board, I received my blessings from genes and laws
Nine million leads and swords for the Ottawa, nigga, must have found breathing board
Tell the media, look into y'all eyes, all I see is a bitch
So crazy in New Orleans, scary bitch, talk about you was loving my shit

Hit the bull and got sick, on that shit, talk a lot, I see mumbling, I repeat
You can keep the apology, you don't try to diss out of me
You're the host of the harmony, we thought it was safe
The bone niggas about to get slaughtered and raped, like a sword out of the tape
Y'all bitter than all your hoopla, it was fake
Now watch for fees on the stage, leave on the braids

Down the first of the month, cause it works for the bluff
Why would you compete to be doomed? Now you gon' see Eazy-E soon
Then a boom, I'm a reaper, cushing, but the reaper's still rushing
When I reach it, start busting, I'm a bone crusher
Crook County, you're nothing, ain't no bluffing

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers, and slangers
Watch others be quick to hang us, homies and strangers
No bluffing, we busting, do a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
My brother was home and he gon' strap up, what's up?

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers, and slangers
Watch others be quick to hang us homies and strangers
No bluffing, we busting, do a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
My brother was home and he gon' strap up, what's up?