Conspiracy lyrics

[Sticky] Yo, yo but that sh*t ain't mine n*gga
[Copper] You know what? Get on the floor alright
[Sticky] Yo man get the f*ck off me
[Copper] Get down on the ground, and spread em out alright
[Sticky] Yo, aight aight man!
[Copper] Get the f*ck down on the ground man!
[Sticky] Aight man!
[Copper] Now keep your ass on the floor..

[Sticky] Yo who the f*ck 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: Fredro Starr]
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 1: X-1]
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, n*ggas 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*ck 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: Fredro Starr]
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: Sonny Seeza]
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 death
And my foes wanna see me lose all my breath
Maybe friends, come wanna merk me for my beans
And b*tches 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*ckers with me!
[Chorus: Fredro Starr]
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 n*ggas to cry
Just dress me in a black suit, and a black tie
Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the sky
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
Official Nast' to put your body on the floor
*BLAM BLAM* *BLAM*

[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz]
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*ggas trying to kill me, and they caught me by surprise
That's when I blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes *glass breaking*

[Sticky changes to a narrator voice]
My whole life I ain't never give a sh*t
My mentality was *clip c*cked 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 f*ck I'mma trust you?
I did some things that I sorta regret
But I can't bring them n*ggas 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 glass* Ahh, my stomach, where them n*ggas 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*gga go! Kill him!") Oh sh*t! *BLAM*

[Sticky narrates as a ghost]
I left behind a widow and a bast*rd kid
The streets was tryin to kill me, and it did

[Verse 4 / Modified Chorus: Fredro Starr]
These streets is tryin to kill me
That's why I keep a Mac-Mil this sh*t is real to me
This sh*t 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*ggas 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, f*ck this world
Cause this world don't understand me, I'm sick mentally
I'm drinkin Hennessy, mixed with Tennessee
sh*t is stressing me, n*ggas praying for the death of me
But til they bury me
When sixteen shots enter me
Remember me your worst enemy

Motherf*ckers!