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Conspiracy Don Songtext / Lyric


P Money - Conspiracy Don Songtext


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

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