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    Conspiracy

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    Додана 2 березня 2007 користувачем AND1

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    [Sticky] Yo, yo but that shit ain't mine nigga
    [copper] You know what? Get on the floor alright
    [Sticky] Yo man get the fuck off me
    [copper] Get down on the ground, and spread em out alright
    [Sticky] Yo, aight aight man!
    [copper] Get the fuck down on the ground man!
    [Sticky] Aight man!
    [copper] Now keep your ass on the floor..
    [Sticky] Yo who the fuck 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: Onyx
    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
    Chorus
    Verse One: X-1
    Yo, yo
    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, niggaz cuttin throat just to make sales
    Even if it take the last of me I'ma fill my pockets to capacity
    Anything that takes cash, fuck 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
    Verse Two: 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 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 snake and 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 bitches that gave me skins, wanna watch my end
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