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(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 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



[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)]

(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 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



[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)]

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