Conspiracy

[Part I: Cops (Skit)] [Skit: police officer & Sticky Fingaz] Get on the floor, alright? Yo, man, get the fuck off me Get down on the ground and spread 'em out, alright? Yo, aight-aight, man! Get the fuck down on the ground, man Aight, man! Now keep your ass on the floor [Part II: Conspiracy] [Intro: Sticky Fingaz & devil] Yo, who the fuck can I trust, man? You can trust me, man, ha-ha Everywhere I turn, there's danger, God! Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha Yo, I feel like the walls is closin' in on me, man! Ay, I am Stress Buggin', man, arrrgh! Yeah, I got you where I want you Word up, man Ha-ha Ain't got nowhere to go, son No you don't [Chorus: Fredro Starr & X1] Yo, 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 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 (Yo, yo) [Verse 1: X1] 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, niggas cuttin' throat just to make sales Even if it take the last of me, I'ma fill my pockets to capacity Anything that tastes cash, fuck job huntin' Put on a face mask, kid, I'm out to rob something 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 pape's [Chorus: Fredro Starr] Yo, yo, 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 [Verse 2: 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 Ruger 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 and, 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 death And my foes wanna see me lose all my breath Maybe friends come wanna merk me for my Benz 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: Fredro Starr] Yo, 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 [Verse 3: Clay The Raider] When I die, I don't want none of my niggas to cry Just dress me in a black suit and a black tie (C'mon) Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the sky (Yeah) 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 Afficial Nast'll put your body on the floor (*Gun shots*) [Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz & Fredro Starr] Oh, shit! I'm hit! I'm hit! They just shot me in the stomach! Uhhhh! (*Gun shots*) Who want it? Who want it? Niggas tryin' to kill me and they caught me by surprise That's when I blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes My whole life I ain't never give a shit My mentality was (*Gun reload*) get shot or gimme it Damn, 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 niggas 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 Oh, shit! What happened? Wait, now I 'member! And where my gun? I must've dropped it when I jumped out that window Ah, my stomach! Where them niggas? I don't see 'em I gotta make it to the BM and try to stop this bleeding I ain't trying to die, I got mad blood spilt (Hey, yo! There that nigga, go kill him!) Oh shit! (*Gun shot*) I left behind a widow and a bastard kid The streets was tryin' to kill me—and it did [Verse 5: 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 niggas 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, niggas praying for the death of me But 'til they bury me, when sixteen shots Enter me, remember me—your worst enemy [Outro: Fredro Starr] Motherfuckers! Knowimsayin'