[Psychodrama]   Excuse me, believe me   there's 6 people here to hurt you mother fuckin feelings   with one female to break through the glass ceiling   Chicago, now let me holla at yall 'bout what i know 'bout my city   many women and children deserve this   fuck the epidemy, nobody's perfect   some do live my nigga (?) but the others go by the dirt shit   hurtin motherfuckers slash closin' they curtains curtains   slash, (?) to the bitches, slash get a hold of ya shirt   but ya big ass is fat, time to show some mother fuckin niggas who we is   bitch we aint yo mother fuckin kids   Crook County, we ain't gon' take yo shit   (????)      [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 know you 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 riskin' ya health   '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]      [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'll 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 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         [Speedknot]   Ah Ah, I pop a holster, 'cause you won't show up, and you gon' shoulder up, and    you gon' shoot up... sort 'em out   and even if i do, you comin don't you get me twisted   Crook City is mine, drama war we get 'em lifted   We surround the muthafuckas, bloody bloody, don't think it's silent   violent muthafuckas, and he cried out muthafuckas   My (?) tussin its generation X   and robitussin plus i'm bustin'   wit two of them hundred guns   Trustin' nobody, interferring and actin funny   if you shout we take yo muthafuckin money   inside yo ride, A.K.A. while (?) and psychodrama got all the fuckin power in    this Crook County      [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 hate 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 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)