Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conspiracy Theory, artist - Scarface.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Conspiracy Theory |
I knew this nigga who sittin, on the dock on the bay |
Had plans of gettin rich so he was plottin with Jay |
This motherfucker had the street game locked |
Had the blocks all sold up, |
and always saw the cops when they showed up He had the rep of being murderous too |
The type of nigga, with the mind of a God-damn fool |
But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change |
So when James went to church this nigga did the same |
So he’s steppin back away from the cut |
But his vengeance of livin, had his braincells start to fuck up Steady callin his shots, but steady leavin a trail |
So sit back peep my game, I got a story to tell |
I came from a gang with niggaz who do crime |
They didn’t rat they niggaz out when they came to do time |
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence |
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self |
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job |
Had the whole entire city on they knees, recognizin the mob |
Took the cash that he was makin, in this seat |
And compared it, to the cash off in these God-damn streets |
As luck gon’be, the scales didn’t break even |
So now he’s out to go an get the cash that he needin |
Some wise man once told me |
(?) but I didn’t believe him, so he showed me Gave an example; |
the piece of a pie |
Said if you eat to much it’s gone at the blink of an eye |
This for these niggaz out here hearin me Hypothetical conversation, the rest of that shit, is a conspiracy |
I got the word and heard he back on the grind |
Ran across and met a nice spot, runnin his mob |
I love the nigga, so I gave him some dap |
He said he loved my work efforts, |
and he said he liked the way that I rapped |
Wanted to show me what he was rollin outside, but |
Little did I know, he was the FBI |
I heard a rumor that this nigga got knocked… |
A few months past and he was back on the lot |
and shift the plot, I’ll teach you niggaz conspiracy theories |
I spit this shit in code, but I pray that you hear me Cuz see he know him and, he meets you |
They get popped and, you do to Illegal taps and undercover surveillance |
Tapin conversations, tryna duck the years that he facin |
Better yet gonna get me facin, cuz we know he’s the back- |
bone — if ya crush the bone, ya alter the mind |
And thought process is vital at this time |
And I heard, you was out to get the niggaz that’s rich |
But I’ma tell you motherfuckers like this |
I came from a gang with niggaz who do crime |
They didn’t rat they niggaz out when they came to do time |
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence |
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self |
How the fuck is you gon’stop a train |
You set your fires on your forest to burn it but then it rains |
It’s like Babyface and them Jay |
We all got lies and RAM, you motherfuckers own they grave |
We need current situations, in due time |
Train 'em to do the business in 20 years down the line |
So I stand firm on We can’t be stopped |
Reconcile our disagreements, and I’m still down with Rap-A-Lot |
Murder ya boxers tryna break apart what God made |
And regardless to what you boys say |
Seek and destroy, fuck the opposition |
When you for real it’s in yo bloodline, not in yo motherfuckin mind |
So feel it like the holy spirit, and remember |
when ya face to face with the demons, you can’t fear it You fight until the battle finished |
No matter what the end is, when you attack you strike with vengeance |
And always judge a man by his deeds |
and never buy jealousy cuz it breathes… |
Conspiracy theory… |