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[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]
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)]