P Money - Conspiracy Don lyrics

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P Money - Conspiracy Don lyrics

[Partial Hook] 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) [Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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) [Verse 2] 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 p**yholes 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 [Hook] 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) [Partial Hook] 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 [Hook] 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) [Outro] Buss it, buss it Buss it, buss it Buss it, buss it Buss it, buss it Buss it, buss it Buss it, buss it