More lyrics by TWISTA
TWISTA Crook County Bone Crusher Mix Lyrics
(feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz, Newsense)
[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
Back to: TWISTA 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
Back to: TWISTA lyrics
These lyrics are not available for printing.
Comments
Crook County Bone Crusher Mix received 10 out of 10 based on 15 ratings.
Share TWISTA Crook County Bone Crusher Mix lyrics!
