[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 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 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]
(..?..) county, look around me, you found, 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)
