[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)]