In the Chi, it's or be killed, hussle or die You gotsta take the pie, momma lie Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine makes you this The pain that I'm going 'til I'm sitting on millions
My on that paper, wishin' upon a caper I to stack now, I will pay for my sins later When I'm living greater, the mind state of a Westside sick in the head, dodgin' Feds everyday
See me load the AK, watch 'em run when we Get the fuck up out my way and for pray that pistol play 'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's nothing in So cancel muthafucka, fuck you and your life
in my mob is too suave We hundred G cars, in it like the world is ours Don't disrespect or get your chest split like In this county of crooks to avoid jail bars
But it's so hard to cheese especially If you got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys See is for niggas with nothing to lose Going from this drama you go through paying dues
I get a buck in your side tryin' to for a ride Or hittin' the block to find out one of guys just died So don't come to the Chi, it's just as hell K-Town niggas'll bomb on that ass like a stealth
In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers With judges be quick to hang us homies and No bluffin', we like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up War [unverified] then it's on, now we gon' up, what's up
In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers With be quick to hang us homies and strangers No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our come up War then it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up
Our county's so crooked, Psycho invented the style Then damn near took it and passed it around Now these all look and see 'cause we puttin' it down And ain't no sooner or later, the gon' realize they fakin'
snatch they tapes of the shelves And 'em, eliminate 'em Just as as Creator's Way can create shit Now they all on some hation, just them nigga
ain't nobody done a thing But we run a reason around bitches The tapes we make the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em If it ain't no love then it ain't
If it is, then nigga say something 'Cause more of this beats gon' and keep on stompin' And Drama make that solemn That shorty flyin' all on niggas'
Come look around Crook County, look around, you me I must've been bad to the bone, get the mask and the This Chi die from a blast to the dome Nigga, not muthafuckin' Ouija
I receive my blessings G's and Lord, nine-millies and source But the art of war nigga, must've breathin' bored me to look into your eyes, all I see is a bitch Tell Krayzie in New Orleans he bit
Talkin' about you was lovin' my Hit the bud and got sent on that shit mumblin' R and B You can the apology, you gon' try to dishonor me Kill the of the Harmony
when you thought it was safe The Bone niggas 'bout to get and raped I can down and audit the tape Y'all and all y'all who thought it was fake
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Feel the boom of the reprecussion, the reefer's still rushin' When I and start bustin' I'm a Bone Crusher, crook or nothin' no bluffin'
In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and judges be quick to hang us homies and strangers No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our come up War [unverified] then on, now we gon' strap up, what's up
In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers With judges be quick to us homies and strangers No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our come up War [unverified] then on, now we gon' strap up, what's up