文本歌词

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'll 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 f**k 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 muthaf**ka f**k you and your life
N***as 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 n***as 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 risking your health
Cause K-Town n***as'll bomb on that a*s like a stealth
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
Our county's so crooked Psycho Drama invented the style
Then d**n near everybody took it and passed it around
Now these muthaf**kas 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 s**t
Now they all on some hation just like them n***a
Like ain't nobody done a thing
But we run a reason around these b***hes
The more tapes we make the more they all go broke so f**k 'em
If it ain't no love then it ain't none
If it is then n***a 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 n***as' business
From a lyrical Crook County look around you found me
I must've been bad to the bone get the mask and the chrome
This shot gotta die from a blast to the dome
N***a Motha f**k a Ouija board
I receive my blessings from G's and Lords nine-millies and swords
For the art of war n***as must've found breathin' bored
Tellin' me to look into your eyes all I see is a b***h
Saw Krayzie in New Orleans scary vic
Talkin' 'bout you was lovin' my s**t
Hit the bud and got sick on that s**t-talkin odyssey mumblin' r&b
You can keep the apology you done tried to dishonor me
Kill the h*es of the Harmony
Just when you thought it was safe
The Bone n***as 'bout to get slaughtered and raped
I can slow down and audit the tape
Y'all bigger than all y'all who thought it was fake
Now watch four-fee's on the stage bleed from the braids
Die on the first on the month cause it's worse 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'
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