Diddy
Conspiracy Theory (GL Mix)
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Prodict of racism, these motherfucking coppers
Wanna bag us and have us shackled up in state prisons
After all the taxes I pay
You would think when they would have something nicer to say
Than "Get the fuck out the car! Where them drugs at? All the jewlery you wearing, where the fucking guns at?"
Once they search the car, clean, ain't find nothing
Same crookid cops tryna act like they know us or something
Laughing, telling jokes by the thousands
Two seconds ago, they tried to send us to the mounties
Leave my son without a father
My wife without a husband
The more I think about it, man, this shit's disgusting
Still we live amongst 'em, everybody watch out
That's why we rap like we got silver spoons in our mouths
Like we ain't grow up on wellfair
N***a, don't even go there, you probably gonna blow bread

[Verse 2: Diddy]
Y'all motherfuckers don't wanna see me fly
You killed Big, y'all n***as see me cry
Had enough, y'all wanna see me die?
What man say 'P.D's scared', he lying
Hate on me, cause I got the keys to the city
You wanna see me get notorious without Biggie
See me without the Lox, say I ain't jiggy
See me without Ma$e, say I ain't pretty
Wanna dress in all black, ride with Smine
Take my Shyne, hating on a [?]
Mad cause I got that Total package in morgue
Faith in my shit, y'all keep hating my shit
Imma keep hitting y'all in the face with these hits
I got the real Queen Bea, don't fuck with my bitch
And I gave y'all the blueprints on how to ball
But you n***as still dream for my downfall