Conspiracy Lyrics - Singles - Onyx

(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 

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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 

Photos 

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!