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Текст песни Onyx f X-1, Clay the Raider - Conspiracy

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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`tYoChorus: 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 I`ma fill my pockets to capacityAnything that takes cash, fuck job huntinPut on a face mask kid, I`m out to rob sum`inIf 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, I`m dyin for paintChorusVerse Two: SonseeYo, I`m caught up, stuck in the tangled webWhere they`d love to see me dead, mail my mom`s 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, don`t 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 bitches that gave me skins, wanna watch my endCut open my chest, and see my heartpump the last ounce of life -- for livin, it`s a priceTil then, when it`s over, kamikazeStrictly, I`m takin all you motherfuckers with me!ChorusVerse Three: Clay the Raider, Sticky FingazWhen I die, I don`t 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 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?Niggaz trying to kill me, and they caught me by surpriseThat`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 shitMy mentality was *clip cocked into gun* get shot or gimme a gamIf the gun ain`t jam, I woulda bust youI don`t trust my own mother, how the FUCK I`ma trust you?I did some things that I sorta regretBut I can`t bring them niggaz back kid they already wetAs a kid I went to jail cause I sold crackI`m holdin trial in the streets cause I ain`t 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 don`t see emI gotta make it to the B-M, and try to stop this bleedingI ain`t 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 meThat`s why I keep a Mac-Mil this shit is real to meThis shit is deadly, this ghetto might murder me or lock me up for twenty five to life throw the key, I`m low keySo niggaz don`t notice me, a half a key is worthmore than a pound of weed, I die for my seedKill for my family, fuck this worldcause this world don`t understand me, I`m sick mentallyI`m 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 enemyMotherfuckers!

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