Conspiracy Don Songtext
von P Money

L-O-N don
I can′t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)


Everybody talking gang
Till they really seen my gang
I don't wanna hear nobody chatting ′bout ride and bang
You wouldn't even drive in the van
These youts really haven't got a clue about man
I′ll give you a clue about man
I′ve got friends that fought undies with the opps
They pulled up on a man (buss it, buss it)
Feds caught one in the hand
I can't roll with some man
How can I get nicked? You get nicked
But they only wanna charge man
Couldn′t even wait till you got to the station
I bet you snitched in the van
Now man's got P phoning my bredrins
Yo, when you see dem man
Real conspiracy man

South L-O-N don
I can′t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)
Real conspiracy don, south L-O-N don
I can't believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)


What you mean, "wah gwan, cool"?
Me and dem man are not cool
I don′t wanna hear nobody saying they know me from school
Been a lot of years since school
Blud, these pussyholes don't even know what I'm called
Man ain′t Peter or Paul
When I walked in the room with the longest tool
Man thought I′d come to play pool (buss it, buss it)
Holes in chests and walls, I can't roll with these fools
A man raps hard, when they get nicked
Not one of them turn Ja Rule
Violate me, you won′t be able, MAC-10 trigger gets pulled
So many holes in your whip, you'll have to get pulled
If that was us getting pulled (buss it, buss it)
Real conspiracy rules

South L-O-N don
I can′t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)
Real conspiracy don, south L-O-N don
I can't believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)

L-O-N don
I can′t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun

South L-O-N don
I can't believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)
Real conspiracy don, south L-O-N don
I can't believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)

Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it