ONYX - Conspiracy lyrics
rate me[sticky] yo, yo but that shit ain't mine nigga<br>[copper] you know what? get on the floor alright<br>[sticky] yo man get the fuck off me<br>[copper] get down on the ground, and spread em out alright<br>[sticky] yo, aight aight man!<br>[copper] get the fuck down on the ground man!<br>[sticky] aight man!<br>[copper] now keep your ass on the floor..<br><br>[sticky] yo who the fuck can I trust man? <br>[devil] you can trust me man<br>[sticky] everywhere I turn there's danger god!<br>[devil] ah-hahahaha<br>[sticky] yo I feel like the walls is closin in on me man!<br>[devil] ay, I am stress<br>[sticky] buggin man.. arrrrgh!<br>[devil] yeah, I got you where I want you<br>[sticky] word up man<br>[devil] hehehe<br>[sticky] ain't got nowhere to go son<br>[devil] no you don't<br><br>Yo<br><br>Chorus: onyx<br><br>These streets is tryin to kill me<br>My best friend, could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly<br>This ghetto might murder me, or lock me up<br>Twenty-five to life, throw the key<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse one: x-1<br><br>Yo, yo<br>You know what happens in the actions of the inner city tale<br>When your thoughts fail and have you scared to death<br>Biting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the weight scale<br>Got, niggaz cuttin throat just to make sales<br>Even if it take the last of me i'ma fill my pockets to capacity<br>Anything that takes cash, fuck job huntin<br>Put on a face mask kid, I'm out to rob sum'in<br>If you home or not, I put the chrome to your knot<br>One shot to the side of your face, let me up inside of your place<br>Gimme the funds up out of the safe<br>Hit the fire escape, high-divin gates<br>Flyin from jakes, I'm dyin for paint<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse two: sonsee<br><br>Yo, I'm caught up, stuck in the tangled web<br>Where they'd love to see me dead, mail my mom's my head<br>So the tricolored silenced rugar stay off safe<br>To take off a face, just in case, a quiet lace<br>Plottin, for your knot-and, your spot-and, your block-and<br>Anything else, you got-ten, hopefully you snake and rotten<br>So eyes open, don't sleep<br>Cause once you do you goin deep, mo' money mo' heat<br>Police, wanna brutalize me to death<br>And my foes wanna see me lose all my breath<br>Maybe friends, come wanna merk me for my beans<br>And bitches that gave me skins, wanna watch my end<br>Cut open my chest, and see my heart<br>Pump the last ounce of life -- for livin, it's a price<br>Til then, when it's over, kamikaze<br>Strictly, I'm takin all you motherfuckers with me!<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse three: clay the raider, sticky fingaz<br><br>When I die, I don't want none of my niggaz to cry<br>Just dress me in a black suit, and a black tie<br>Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the sky<br>No time to waste, we got the drugs in the briefcase<br>We stickin up the whorehouse, we takin everything<br>We want the pussies to the diamond rings<br>You want the sun to shine? we want the rain to pour<br>Official nast' to put your body on the floor<br>*blam blam* *blam*<br><br>Oh shit I'm hit! I'm hit! they just shot me in the stomach!<br>Unnngggggghhhhh! *blam blam blam* *blam blam* who want it who want it? <br>Niggaz trying to kill me, and they caught me by surprise<br>That's when I blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes *glass breaking*<br><br>[sticky changes to a narrator voice]<br>My whole life I ain't never give a shit<br>My mentality was *clip cocked into gun* get shot or gimme a gam<br>If the gun ain't jam, I woulda bust you<br>I don't trust my own mother, how the fuck i'ma trust you? <br>I did some things that I sorta regret<br>But I can't bring them niggaz back kid they already wet<br>As a kid I went to jail cause I sold crack<br>I'm holdin trial in the streets cause I ain't tryin to go back<br><br>[sticky switches back to panicked voice]<br>Oh shit! what happened? ! wait, now I 'member!<br>And where my gun? ? ! I musta dropped it when I jumped out that window<br>*broken glass* ahh, my stomach, where them niggaz I don't see em<br>I gotta make it to the b-m, and try to stop this bleeding<br>I ain't trying to die, I got mad blood spilt<br>(aiyyo there that nigga go! kill him!) oh shit! *blam*<br><br>[sticky narrates as a ghost]<br>I left behind a widow and a bastard kid<br>The streets was tryin to kill me, and it did<br><br>Verse four/modified chorus: fredro starr<br><br>These streets is tryin to kill me<br>That's why I keep a mac-mil this shit is real to me<br>This shit is deadly, this ghetto might murder me<br>Or lock me up for twenty five to life throw the key, I'm low key<br>So niggaz don't notice me, a half a key is worth<br>More than a pound of weed, I die for my seed<br>Kill for my family, fuck this world<br>Cause this world don't understand me, I'm sick mentally<br>I'm drinkin hennessy, mixed with tennessee<br>Shit is stressing me, niggaz praying for the death of me<br>But til they bury me<br>When sixteen shots enter me<br>Remember me your worst enemy<br><br>Motherfuckers!
