SOUTH CENTRAL CARTEL - Conspiracy lyrics

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[INTRO]

Yo Rhimeson and Luva Gee, y'all heard that fucked up ass shit that happened to D and V?

Yeah nigga, I heard about that bullshit

Bitch-ass sheriff, punk-ass LAPD

Came in with beanies aimin at the homies

Man, I told y'all muthafuckin niggas the feds ain't shit

Yo intro

Yo Prod, man, you heard about that shit that happened to D and V, man?

Yeah man, I heard about that bullshit

Gattin on the homies

You know what I'm sayin, the police ran up on em with beanies on they head and shit?

What the fuck is that, you know what I'm sayin?

Punk muthafuckin LAPD

Man, they break more laws than a nigga do

CIA, FBI, all they tell us is lies, you know what I'm sayin?

Fuck the feds, you know what I'm sayin

Fightin crime with crime

That's how we livin in the nineties

Yeah

It's a conspiracy

Yo Prodeje, tell us about the phone call you got

[VERSE 1: Prodeje]

I got a call this morning, damn, my boys got popped

Gaffled up by a federal cop

It's a shame we gotta struggle to eat, bein the black sheep

And all the time be aware of white sheets

Laws can't do me none but it's everyday

The police, man, break laws and they walk away

Treatin brothers like suckers

But the brothers with gats are not dumb muthafuckas

Trackin us down becomes an iminent spray-down

The system is bound to keep us wearin a cold frown

They say they put on the beanies and tried to gaffle D

The homie V saw it comin and set the Uzi free

They didn't say they were cops, but they got a case

Locked up V and left D layin on his face

Now who plays fool, it was a set-up

No badge was shown and they were plannin from the get-up

To fade a jack move and kill em

It was a gangster move and still the suckers tryin to give him

Time but yo, I'm droppin the dime, and in the city streets

There's no protectin my brothers, it's a conspiracy

[Chuck D] (CIA, FBI, all they tell us is lies)

Yeah

It's a conspiracy

Yo Havikk, tell us what you heard

[VERSE 2: Havikk]

Yeah, they hit the homies with a beanie on they damn face

Blasted D cause V pulled a Uzi

Thinkin drugs, but fool, you didn't find none

You law-breaking muthafuckas need to be hung

Cause the law protects your punk asses

My homie face down makes me see caskets

With blue-suited muthafuckas lyin in em

Cause everytime you see a black you wanna give him

Hell, the ghetto is hell, but you bring more

The devil's in a uniform, fuck it, it's all out war

The only friend to a brother is a AK

As of now, muthafucka, this is judgement day

Cause you roll through our hood and straight jack a nigga

Put your knee in our back and cock your fuckin trigger

My homie D is lyin off in ICU

Cause the feds tried to play him like a prostitute

You couldn't yell police, I call it railroad

You fight crime with crime to see a black fold

You took his cars, you try to take his life, see

Now you're tryin to take him down for conspiracy

[Chuck D] (CIA, FBI, all they tell us is lies)

Yeah

It's a conspiracy

[VERSE 3: Luva Gee]

Every day is a trip, I see em sweatin brothers constantly

We need to blow em to shit cause it's easily

Done, a diss to the fall guy

I'm still equal to you though I'm brown and I get by

( ? ) sometime I'm not but I am to you

So I'm degraded and stomped by a cop, you

Cause he wears the badge and gun and has authority

And I'm a brother so I'm called minority

The white man bleeds like the black man

If the system persists we gonna all be dead men

Cause when you comin and sweatin us with the dirty shit

We get to smokin your asses like it's some chicken shit

I got psychotic when I heard how the homie fell

Didn't find shit but insist they gotta give him hell

Save the bull, the shit, I'm finna come off

I stick the gun in your ass so don't you even cough

Fuck the feds, the cops, they ain't shit

Breakin a law and fakin life as legit

The brown, the white, it ain't nothin but a color

But every day you're tryin to hang a brother

[Chuck D] (CIA, FBI, all they tell us is lies)

Yeah

It's a conspiracy

Yeah, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the SCC

I got a few things to say about this fucked up ass conspiracy

When the drug agency, the law enforcement and the sheriffs is comin in with beanies

Shootin us up and doin whatever the fuck they wanna do to us

But the SCC ain't goin out like that

We gon' say what the fuck we wanna say, when we wanna say it and how we wanna say it

So for all you who don't like it, then fuck y'all

Cause that's how we livin in the nineties