Onyx - Conspiracy Lyrics
[sticky] yo, yo but that shit aint mine nigga[copper] you know what? get on the floor alright[sticky] yo man get the ***** off me[copper] get down on the ground, and spread em out alright[sticky] yo, aight aight man![copper] get the ***** down on the ground man![sticky] aight man![copper] now keep your ass on the floor..[sticky] yo who the ***** can I trust man?[devil] you can trust me man[sticky] everywhere I turn theres 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] aint got nowhere to go son[devil] no you dontYoChorus: onyxThese streets is tryin to kill meMy best friend, could be my worst enemy, this game is deadlyThis ghetto might murder me, or lock me upTwenty-five to life, throw the keyChorusVerse one: x-1Yo, yoYou know what happens in the actions of the inner city taleWhen your thoughts fail and have you scared to deathBiting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the weight scaleGot, niggaz cuttin throat just to make salesEven if it take the last of me ima fill my pockets to capacityAnything that takes cash, ***** job huntinPut on a face mask kid, Im out to rob suminIf you home or not, I put the chrome to your knotOne shot to the side of your face, let me up inside of your placeGimme the funds up out of the safeHit the fire escape, high-divin gatesFlyin from jakes, Im dyin for paintChorusVerse two: sonseeYo, Im caught up, stuck in the tangled webWhere theyd love to see me dead, mail my moms my headSo the tricolored silenced rugar stay off safeTo take off a face, just in case, a quiet lacePlottin, for your knot-and, your spot-and, your block-andAnything else, you got-ten, hopefully you snake and rottenSo eyes open, dont sleepCause once you do you goin deep, mo money mo heatPolice, wanna brutalize me to deathAnd my foes wanna see me lose all my breathMaybe friends, come wanna merk me for my beansAnd *****es that gave me skins, wanna watch my endCut open my chest, and see my heartPump the last ounce of life -- for livin, its a priceTil then, when its over, kamikazeStrictly, Im takin all you mother*****ers with me!ChorusVerse three: clay the raider, sticky fingazWhen I die, I dont want none of my niggaz to cryJust dress me in a black suit, and a black tiePass me by to the darkest cloud in the skyNo time to waste, we got the drugs in the briefcaseWe stickin up the whorehouse, we takin everythingWe want the pussies to the diamond ringsYou want the sun to shine? we want the rain to pourOfficial nast to put your body on the floor*blam blam* *blam*Oh shit Im hit! Im 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 surpriseThats when I blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes *glass breaking*[sticky changes to a narrator voice]My whole life I aint never give a shitMy mentality was *clip *****ed into gun* get shot or gimme a gamIf the gun aint jam, I woulda bust youI dont trust my own mother, how the ***** ima trust you?I did some things that I sorta regretBut I cant bring them niggaz back kid they already wetAs a kid I went to jail cause I sold crackIm holdin trial in the streets cause I aint 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 dont see emI gotta make it to the b-m, and try to stop this bleedingI aint 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 kidThe streets was tryin to kill me, and it didVerse four/modified chorus: fredro starrThese streets is tryin to kill meThats why I keep a mac-mil this shit is real to meThis shit is deadly, this ghetto might murder meOr lock me up for twenty five to life throw the key, Im low keySo niggaz dont notice me, a half a key is worthMore than a pound of weed, I die for my seedKill for my family, ***** this worldCause this world dont understand me, Im sick mentallyIm drinkin hennessy, mixed with tennesseeShit is stressing me, niggaz praying for the death of meBut til they bury meWhen sixteen shots enter meRemember me your worst enemyMother*****ers!
