Verse 1:   Seven in the morning, standing in the line    three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine    two in the back of me sucking on a joint    and one in back of them ready for a new sport    there's 4-5 suckers way way in the back    stooped down low with the crowd smokin' crack    they looking at me funny coz I got a record out    and a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some proud    a forth of the people in the line be hookers    but the other forth betta ask help themself    a forth of the people having good faith    and all of the rest all fucked up in the head    a bald headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh    and a nigga who need a bath is asking for my autograph    ain't nothing changed but the time    I got to get mine, so I'm standing in the county line          Chorus:       This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh    coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny    This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh    you got to have the conned, and let'n them looking funny          Verse 2:       I walked through the front door to fill out my ap    Here comes another sap asking if I rap    I don't say a word coz he know that I do    I'm down with the MAAD ass U know Hoo!    I take a numer and a seat    I'm sweating from the heat    Somebody got their shoes off    I smell their feet    My number is 80, it's still on 20    I look up at the clock and now IS 10:30    Free butter and cheese oh please, oh please    Can I get my food stamps so I can leave    I got money and a car but they don't really know it    now they asking me a gang of questions coz I told them I was homeless    I'm living in a car drive back in the alley    but I use to shack up with a hooker named Sally    line after line    ruff is the time    My life is in a bomb so I'm standing in the county line       -=Chorus=-       Verse 3:       I'm sittin' at a desk talking to a social worker    She thinks I'm a fool but I know that I can work her       -Punk ass ho' sittin' behind the window all toe up ass tramp    rollin' that week sheets of mine       "You have a penetentry record"    -I said I know that BIATCH!       She wants to know what kind a work do I do    I said I haven't worked since 1982    I can't find a job though I looked and I looked    took one hit of the crack and mistook    she sittin there wonderin' what did coz I did    and the whole time I'ma watchin like I'm smokin me a joint    job search work the projects whackness    and in a few weeks I'd get my check    now I got to wait for them to call me trough the window    so I can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bathshow    it's 5:13 by the clock on the wall    mothafuckez move so I can make a phonecall    shit is getting late and the time is 29    that why so many niggas standing in the county line          -=Chorus x 2 fade out=-