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[liffy stokes]
In the chi itand's kill or be killed hussle or die
You gotsta take the pie momma didnand't lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness
The nine makes you feel this
The pain that iand'm going through and'til iand'm sitting on millions
My minds on that paper wishinand' upon a caper
I need to stack now i will pay for my sins later
When iand'm living greater, the mind state of a westside native
Itand's sick in the head, dodginand' feds everyday
See me load the ak, watch and'em run when we spray
Get the fuck up out my way and for pray that this pistol play
and'cause when iand'm heated iand'm gunning and'til thereand'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
Donand't disrespect or get your chest split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryinand' to avoid jail bars
But itand's so hard to make cheese especially
If you ainand'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 tryinand' to hussle for a ride
Or hittinand' the block to find out one of your guys just died
So donand't come to the chi, itand's just risky as hell
and'cause k-town niggasand'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 bluffinand', we bustinand'
Like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
War (?) then itand's on, now we gonand' strap up, whatand's up
[repeat chorus]
[newsense]
Our countyand'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 and'cause we puttinand' it down
And ainand't no sooner or later, the world gonand' realize they fakinand'
Then snatch they tapes of the shelves and break and'em, eliminate and'em
Just as fast as creatorand's way can create shit
Now they all on some hation, just like them nigga
Like ainand'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 and'em
If it ainand't no love then it ainand't none
If it is, then nigga then say something
and'cause more of this beats gonand' stomp and keep on stompinand'
And drama make that solemn promise
That shorty flyinand' all on niggasand' business
[twista]
(..?..) county, look around me, you found, i mustand've been bad to the bone
Get the mask and the chrome
This chi gotta die from a blast to the dome
Nigga, not muthafuckinand' ouija board
I receive my blessings from gand's and lord, nine-millies and source
But the art of war nigga, mustand've found breathinand' bored
Tellinand' me to look into your eyes, all i see is a bitch
Tell krayzie in new orleans that he bit, talkinand' about you was lovinand' my shit
Hit the bud and got sent on that shit odyssey mumblinand' randb
You can keep the apology, you gonand' try to dishonor me
Kill the hoes of the harmony
Just when you thought it was safe
The bone niggas and'bout to get slaughtered and raped
I can slow down and audit the tape
Yand'all bent and all yand'all who thought it was fake
Now watch (?) on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the first on the month, and'cause itand's than the blunt
Why would you compete to be doomed, now you gonand' see eazy-e soon
Feel the boom of the reprecussion, and'cause the reeferand's still rushinand'
When i reach and start bustinand'
Iand'm a bone crusher, crook county or nothin
Ainand't no bluffinand'
[chorus] (2x)
