Twista 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 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)]