Conspiracy lyrics

Artist  : Onyx 
Song : Conspiracy



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featuring X 1 Clay the Raider

[Sticky] Yo
yo but that shit ain't mine nigga
[copper] You
know what? Get on the floor alright
[Sticky] Yo
man get the fuck off me
[copper] Get down on
the ground and spread em out alright
[Sticky]
Yo aight aight man!
[copper] Get the fuck down
on the ground man!
[Sticky] Aight
man!
[copper] Now keep your ass on the
floor..

[Sticky] Yo who the fuck can I
trust man?
[devil] You can trust me
man
[Sticky] Everywhere I turn there's danger
God!
[devil] Ah-hahahaha
[Sticky] Yo I feel
like the walls is closin in on me man!
[devil]
Ay, I am Stress
[Sticky] Buggin man..
ARRRRGH!
[devil] Yeah, I got you where I want
you
[Sticky] Word up man
[devil]
Hehehe
[Sticky] Ain't got nowhere to go
Son
[devil] No you
don't

Yo

Chorus: Onyx

These
streets is tryin to kill me
My best friend,
could be my worst enemy, this game is
deadly
This ghetto might murder me, or lock me
up
Twenty-five to life, throw the
key

Chorus

Verse One:
X-1

Yo, yo
You know what happens in the
actions of the inner city tale
When your
thoughts fail and have you scared to
death
biting off your fingernails, not enough,
numbers on the weight scale
Got, niggaz cuttin
throat just to make sales
Even if it take the
last of me I'ma fill my pockets to
capacity
Anything that takes cash, fuck job
huntin
Put on a face mask kid, I'm out to rob
sum'in
If you home or not, I put the chrome to
your knot
One shot to the side of your face,
let me up inside of your place
Gimme the funds
up out of the safe
Hit the fire escape,
high-divin gates
Flyin from Jakes, I'm dyin
for paint

Chorus

Verse Two:
Sonsee

Yo, I'm caught up, stuck in the
tangled web
Where they'd love to see me dead,
mail my mom's my head
So the tricolored
silenced Rugar stay off safe
To take off a
face, just in case, a quiet lace
Plottin, for
your knot-and, your spot-and, your
block-and
anything else, you got-ten,
hopefully you snake and rotten
So eyes open,
don't sleep
Cause once you do you goin deep,
mo' money mo' heat
Police, wanna brutalize me
to death
And my foes wanna see me lose all my
breath
Maybe friends, come wanna merk me for
my beans
And bitches that gave me skins, wanna
watch my end
Cut open my chest, and see my
heart
pump the last ounce of life -- for
livin, it's a price
Til then, when it's over,
kamikaze
Strictly, I'm takin all you
motherfuckers with me!

Chorus

Verse
Three: Clay the Raider, Sticky Fingaz

When
I die, I don't want none of my niggaz to
cry
Just dress me in a black suit, and a black
tie
Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the
sky
No time to waste, we got the drugs in the
briefcase
We stickin up the whorehouse, we
takin everything
We want the pussies to the
diamond rings
You want the sun to shine? We
want the rain to pour
Official Nast' to put
your body on the floor
*BLAM BLAM*
*BLAM*

OH SHIT I'M HIT! I'M HIT! They just
shot me in the stomach!
UNNNGGGGGGHHHHH! *BLAM
BLAM BLAM* *BLAM BLAM* Who want it who want
it?
Niggaz trying to kill me, and they caught
me by surprise
That's when I blacked out, my
life flashed before my eyes *glass
breaking*

[Sticky changes to a narrator
voice]
My whole life I ain't never give a
shit
My mentality was *clip cocked into gun*
get shot or gimme a gam
If the gun ain't jam,
I woulda bust you
I don't trust my own mother,
how the FUCK I'ma trust you?
I did some things
that I sorta regret
But I can't bring them
niggaz back kid they already wet
As a kid I
went to jail cause I sold crack
I'm holdin
trial in the streets cause I ain't tryin to go
back

[Sticky switches back to panicked
voice]
Oh SHIT! What happened?! Wait, now I
'member!
And where my gun??! I musta dropped
it when I jumped out that window
*broken
glass* Ahh, my stomach, where them niggaz I don't
see em
I gotta make it to the B-M, and try to
stop this bleeding
I ain't trying to die, I
got mad blood spilt
("Aiyyo there that nigga
go! Kill him!") Oh shit! *BLAM*

[Sticky
narrates as a ghost]
I left behind a widow and
a bastard kid
The streets was tryin to kill me,
and it did

Verse Four/Modified Chorus:
Fredro Starr

These streets is tryin to
kill me
That's why I keep a Mac-Mil this shit
is real to me
This shit is deadly, this ghetto
might murder me
or lock me up for twenty five
to life throw the key, I'm low key
So niggaz
don't notice me, a half a key is worth
more
than a pound of weed, I die for my seed
Kill
for my family, fuck this world
cause this
world don't understand me, I'm sick
mentally
I'm drinkin Hennessy, mixed with
Tennessee
Shit is stressing me, niggaz praying
for the death of me
But til they bury
me
When sixteen shots enter me
Remember me
your worst enemy

Motherfuckers!