X-1 - Conspiracy lyrics

[Sticky] Yo, yo but that sh** ain't mine n***a [Copper] You know what? Get on the floor alright [Sticky] Yo man get the f** off me [Copper] Get down on the ground, and spread em out alright [Sticky] Yo, aight aight man! [Copper] Get the f** down on the ground man! [Sticky] Aight man! [Copper] Now keep your a** on the floor.. [Sticky] Yo who the f** 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 k** 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 d**h Biting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the weight scale Got, n***as cuttin throat just to make sales Even if it take the last of me I'mma fill my pockets to capacity Anything that takes cash, f** 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 stinkin' rotten So eyes open, don't sleep Cause once you do you goin deep, mo' money mo' heat Police, wanna brutalize me to d**h And my foes wanna see me lose all my breath Maybe friends, come wanna merk me for my beans And b**hes 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 motherf**ers with me! Chorus Verse Three: Clay the Raider, Sticky Fingaz When I die, I don't want none of my n***as to cry Just dress me in a black suit, and a black tie Pa** me by to the darkest cloud in the sky No time to waste, we got the d** in the briefcase We stickin up the who*ehouse, 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 sh*t 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? n***as trying to k** me, and they caught me by surprise That's when I blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes *gla** breaking* [Sticky changes to a narrator voice] My whole life I ain't never give a sh** My mentality was *clip co*ked 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 fu*k I'mma trust you? I did some things that I sorta regret But I can't bring them n***as 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 sh*t! What happened?! Wait, now I 'member! And where my gun??! I musta dropped it when I jumped out that window *broken gla*** Ahh, my stomach, where them n***as 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 n***a go! k** him!") Oh sh**! *BLAM* [Sticky narrates as a ghost] I left behind a widow and a ba*tard kid The streets was tryin to k** me, and it did Verse Four/Modified Chorus: Fredro Starr These streets is tryin to k** me That's why I keep a Mac-Mil this sh** is real to me This sh** is deadly, this ghetto might murder me Or lock me up for twenty five to life throw the key, I'm low key So n***as don't notice me, a half a key is worth More than a pound of weed, I die for my seed k** for my family, f** this world Cause this world don't understand me, I'm sick mentally I'm drinkin Hennessy, mixed with Tennessee sh** is stressing me, n***as praying for the d**h of me But til they bury me When sixteen shots enter me Remember me your worst enemy Motherf**ers!