[{"id":38360395,"name":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac Videos","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\nHas just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\nStreet dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\nExcuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\nNotorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everybody wants to know is:\nWhy'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\nWas not available for comment, but released this statement:\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggas and bitches, power and money\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\nThese niggas is still fucking talking?\nYou niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\nAllow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\nLocated worldwide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nColder than a dope fiend's titty\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\nI hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\nRight there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs: down to die for y'all\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\nCut them down, to hell is where we send them\nMy whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\nMe: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\nAnd not a whimper until I'm gone\nThug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLooking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\nWest coast rider, coming right behind you\nShould have never fucked with me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nFor so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\nThey delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes, I'll die for the cause\nYou best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo, I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\nThen what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Mean born worthless\nThat's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\nYour style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\nCausing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper, half drug kingpin\nYou're telling fairy tales, dunn\n\"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\nBut I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\nGetting rich even though it's hard\nTrying to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolve\nWith no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\nNow I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\nShoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\nDon't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider before you die\nG's and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac Videos\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\n  Has just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\n  Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\n  Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\n  Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album\n  Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n  Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\n  Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\n  Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  Are understandably shaken up by this release\n  The question everybody wants to know is:\n  Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\n  Was not available for comment, but released this statement:\n  It's not about East or West\n  It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n  Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n  These niggas is still fucking talking?\n  You niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\n  Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\n  Located worldwide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Colder than a dope fiend's titty\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\n  I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\n  Right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs: down to die for y'all\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\n  Cut them down, to hell is where we send them\n  My whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\n  Me: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\n  And not a whimper until I'm gone\n  Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\n  West coast rider, coming right behind you\n  Should have never fucked with me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider before you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  For so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\n  They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes, I'll die for the cause\n  You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo, I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\n  Then what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Mean born worthless\n  That's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\n  Your style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\n  Causing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper, half drug kingpin\n  You're telling fairy tales, dunn\n  \"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\n  But I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\n  From the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\n  Getting rich even though it's hard\n  Trying to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolve\n  With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\n  Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\n  Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please reconsider before you die\n  G's and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":26358661,"name":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Daddy Jamz Presents- 2Pac, Volume 2","duration":296.856,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\nHas just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\nStreet dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\nExcuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\nNotorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everybody wants to know is:\nWhy'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\nWas not available for comment, but released this statement:\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggas and bitches, power and money\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\nThese niggas is still fucking talking?\nYou niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\nAllow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\nLocated worldwide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nColder than a dope fiend's titty\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\nI hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\nRight there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs: down to die for y'all\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\nCut them down, to hell is where we send them\nMy whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\nMe: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\nAnd not a whimper until I'm gone\nThug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLooking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\nWest coast rider, coming right behind you\nShould have never fucked with me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nFor so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\nThey delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes, I'll die for the cause\nYou best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo, I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\nThen what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Mean born worthless\nThat's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\nYour style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\nCausing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper, half drug kingpin\nYou're telling fairy tales, dunn\n\"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\nBut I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\nGetting rich even though it's hard\nTrying to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolve\nWith no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\nNow I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\nShoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\nDon't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider before you die\nG's and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Daddy Jamz Presents- 2Pac, Volume 2\n  duration_ms: 296856\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\n  Has just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\n  Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\n  Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\n  Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album\n  Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n  Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\n  Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\n  Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  Are understandably shaken up by this release\n  The question everybody wants to know is:\n  Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\n  Was not available for comment, but released this statement:\n  It's not about East or West\n  It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n  Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n  These niggas is still fucking talking?\n  You niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\n  Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\n  Located worldwide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Colder than a dope fiend's titty\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\n  I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\n  Right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs: down to die for y'all\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\n  Cut them down, to hell is where we send them\n  My whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\n  Me: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\n  And not a whimper until I'm gone\n  Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\n  West coast rider, coming right behind you\n  Should have never fucked with me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider before you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  For so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\n  They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes, I'll die for the cause\n  You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo, I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\n  Then what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Mean born worthless\n  That's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\n  Your style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\n  Causing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper, half drug kingpin\n  You're telling fairy tales, dunn\n  \"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\n  But I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\n  From the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\n  Getting rich even though it's hard\n  Trying to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolve\n  With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\n  Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\n  Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please reconsider before you die\n  G's and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":24463812,"name":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The Vault, Vol. IV: Exit 2Pac, Enter Makaveli","duration":297.150875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\nHas just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\nStreet dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\nExcuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\nNotorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everybody wants to know is:\nWhy'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\nWas not available for comment, but released this statement:\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggas and bitches, power and money\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\nThese niggas is still fucking talking?\nYou niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\nAllow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\nLocated worldwide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nColder than a dope fiend's titty\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\nI hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\nRight there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs: down to die for y'all\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\nCut them down, to hell is where we send them\nMy whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\nMe: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\nAnd not a whimper until I'm gone\nThug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLooking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\nWest coast rider, coming right behind you\nShould have never fucked with me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nFor so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\nThey delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes, I'll die for the cause\nYou best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo, I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\nThen what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Mean born worthless\nThat's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\nYour style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\nCausing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper, half drug kingpin\nYou're telling fairy tales, dunn\n\"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\nBut I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\nGetting rich even though it's hard\nTrying to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolve\nWith no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\nNow I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\nShoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\nDon't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider before you die\nG's and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'The Vault, Vol. IV: Exit 2Pac, Enter Makaveli'\n  duration_ms: 297151\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\n  Has just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\n  Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\n  Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\n  Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album\n  Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n  Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\n  Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\n  Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  Are understandably shaken up by this release\n  The question everybody wants to know is:\n  Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\n  Was not available for comment, but released this statement:\n  It's not about East or West\n  It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n  Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n  These niggas is still fucking talking?\n  You niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\n  Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\n  Located worldwide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Colder than a dope fiend's titty\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\n  I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\n  Right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs: down to die for y'all\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\n  Cut them down, to hell is where we send them\n  My whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\n  Me: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\n  And not a whimper until I'm gone\n  Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\n  West coast rider, coming right behind you\n  Should have never fucked with me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider before you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  For so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\n  They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes, I'll die for the cause\n  You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo, I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\n  Then what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Mean born worthless\n  That's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\n  Your style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\n  Causing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper, half drug kingpin\n  You're telling fairy tales, dunn\n  \"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\n  But I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\n  From the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\n  Getting rich even though it's hard\n  Trying to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolve\n  With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\n  Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\n  Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please reconsider before you die\n  G's and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":33064198,"name":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The Don Killuminati","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\nHas just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\nStreet dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\nExcuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\nNotorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everybody wants to know is:\nWhy'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\nWas not available for comment, but released this statement:\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggas and bitches, power and money\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\nThese niggas is still fucking talking?\nYou niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\nAllow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\nLocated worldwide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nColder than a dope fiend's titty\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\nI hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\nRight there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs: down to die for y'all\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\nCut them down, to hell is where we send them\nMy whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\nMe: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\nAnd not a whimper until I'm gone\nThug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLooking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\nWest coast rider, coming right behind you\nShould have never fucked with me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nFor so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\nThey delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes, I'll die for the cause\nYou best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo, I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\nThen what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Mean born worthless\nThat's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\nYour style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\nCausing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper, half drug kingpin\nYou're telling fairy tales, dunn\n\"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\nBut I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\nGetting rich even though it's hard\nTrying to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolve\nWith no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\nNow I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\nShoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\nDon't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider before you die\nG's and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: The Don Killuminati\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\n  Has just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\n  Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\n  Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\n  Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album\n  Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n  Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\n  Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\n  Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  Are understandably shaken up by this release\n  The question everybody wants to know is:\n  Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\n  Was not available for comment, but released this statement:\n  It's not about East or West\n  It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n  Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n  These niggas is still fucking talking?\n  You niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\n  Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\n  Located worldwide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Colder than a dope fiend's titty\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\n  I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\n  Right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs: down to die for y'all\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\n  Cut them down, to hell is where we send them\n  My whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\n  Me: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\n  And not a whimper until I'm gone\n  Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\n  West coast rider, coming right behind you\n  Should have never fucked with me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider before you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  For so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\n  They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes, I'll die for the cause\n  You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo, I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\n  Then what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Mean born worthless\n  That's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\n  Your style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\n  Causing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper, half drug kingpin\n  You're telling fairy tales, dunn\n  \"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\n  But I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\n  From the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\n  Getting rich even though it's hard\n  Trying to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolve\n  With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\n  Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\n  Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please reconsider before you die\n  G's and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":25175892,"name":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"g-Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory","duration":296.86712,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\nHas just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\nStreet dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\nExcuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\nNotorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everybody wants to know is:\nWhy'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\nWas not available for comment, but released this statement:\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggas and bitches, power and money\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\nThese niggas is still fucking talking?\nYou niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\nAllow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\nLocated worldwide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nColder than a dope fiend's titty\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\nI hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\nRight there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs: down to die for y'all\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\nCut them down, to hell is where we send them\nMy whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\nMe: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\nAnd not a whimper until I'm gone\nThug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLooking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\nWest coast rider, coming right behind you\nShould have never fucked with me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nFor so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\nThey delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes, I'll die for the cause\nYou best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo, I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\nThen what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Mean born worthless\nThat's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\nYour style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\nCausing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper, half drug kingpin\nYou're telling fairy tales, dunn\n\"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\nBut I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\nGetting rich even though it's hard\nTrying to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolve\nWith no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\nNow I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\nShoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\nDon't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider before you die\nG's and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'g-Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory'\n  duration_ms: 296867\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\n  Has just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\n  Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\n  Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\n  Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album\n  Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n  Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\n  Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\n  Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  Are understandably shaken up by this release\n  The question everybody wants to know is:\n  Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\n  Was not available for comment, but released this statement:\n  It's not about East or West\n  It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n  Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n  These niggas is still fucking talking?\n  You niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\n  Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\n  Located worldwide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Colder than a dope fiend's titty\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\n  I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\n  Right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs: down to die for y'all\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\n  Cut them down, to hell is where we send them\n  My whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\n  Me: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\n  And not a whimper until I'm gone\n  Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\n  West coast rider, coming right behind you\n  Should have never fucked with me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider before you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  For so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\n  They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes, I'll die for the cause\n  You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo, I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\n  Then what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Mean born worthless\n  That's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\n  Your style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\n  Causing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper, half drug kingpin\n  You're telling fairy tales, dunn\n  \"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\n  But I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\n  From the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\n  Getting rich even though it's hard\n  Trying to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolve\n  With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\n  Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\n  Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please reconsider before you die\n  G's and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":24303086,"name":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory","duration":297.14576,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\nHas just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\nStreet dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\nExcuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\nNotorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everybody wants to know is:\nWhy'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\nWas not available for comment, but released this statement:\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggas and bitches, power and money\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\nThese niggas is still fucking talking?\nYou niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\nAllow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\nLocated worldwide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nColder than a dope fiend's titty\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\nI hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\nRight there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs: down to die for y'all\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\nCut them down, to hell is where we send them\nMy whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\nMe: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\nAnd not a whimper until I'm gone\nThug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLooking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\nWest coast rider, coming right behind you\nShould have never fucked with me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nFor so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\nThey delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes, I'll die for the cause\nYou best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo, I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\nThen what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Mean born worthless\nThat's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\nYour style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\nCausing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper, half drug kingpin\nYou're telling fairy tales, dunn\n\"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\nBut I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\nGetting rich even though it's hard\nTrying to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolve\nWith no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\nNow I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\nShoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\nDon't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider before you die\nG's and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory'\n  duration_ms: 297146\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\n  Has just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\n  Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\n  Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\n  Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album\n  Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n  Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\n  Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\n  Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  Are understandably shaken up by this release\n  The question everybody wants to know is:\n  Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\n  Was not available for comment, but released this statement:\n  It's not about East or West\n  It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n  Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n  These niggas is still fucking talking?\n  You niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\n  Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\n  Located worldwide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Colder than a dope fiend's titty\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\n  I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\n  Right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs: down to die for y'all\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\n  Cut them down, to hell is where we send them\n  My whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\n  Me: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\n  And not a whimper until I'm gone\n  Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\n  West coast rider, coming right behind you\n  Should have never fucked with me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider before you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  For so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\n  They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes, I'll die for the cause\n  You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo, I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\n  Then what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Mean born worthless\n  That's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\n  Your style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\n  Causing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper, half drug kingpin\n  You're telling fairy tales, dunn\n  \"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\n  But I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\n  From the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\n  Getting rich even though it's hard\n  Trying to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolve\n  With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\n  Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\n  Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please reconsider before you die\n  G's and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":24550399,"name":"bomb first (my second reply)","trackName":"bomb first (my second reply)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The 7 Day Theory","duration":297.05288,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\nHas just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\nStreet dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\nExcuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\nNotorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everybody wants to know is:\nWhy'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\nWas not available for comment, but released this statement:\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggas and bitches, power and money\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\nThese niggas is still fucking talking?\nYou niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\nAllow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\nLocated worldwide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nColder than a dope fiend's titty\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\nI hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\nRight there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs: down to die for y'all\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\nCut them down, to hell is where we send them\nMy whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\nMe: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\nAnd not a whimper until I'm gone\nThug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLooking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\nWest coast rider, coming right behind you\nShould have never fucked with me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nFor so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\nThey delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes, I'll die for the cause\nYou best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo, I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\nThen what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Mean born worthless\nThat's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\nYour style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\nCausing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper, half drug kingpin\nYou're telling fairy tales, dunn\n\"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\nBut I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\nGetting rich even though it's hard\nTrying to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolve\nWith no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\nNow I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\nShoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\nDon't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider before you die\nG's and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: bomb first (my second reply)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: The 7 Day Theory\n  duration_ms: 297053\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\n  Has just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\n  Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\n  Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\n  Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album\n  Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n  Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\n  Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\n  Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  Are understandably shaken up by this release\n  The question everybody wants to know is:\n  Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\n  Was not available for comment, but released this statement:\n  It's not about East or West\n  It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n  Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n  These niggas is still fucking talking?\n  You niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\n  Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\n  Located worldwide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Colder than a dope fiend's titty\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\n  I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\n  Right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs: down to die for y'all\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\n  Cut them down, to hell is where we send them\n  My whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\n  Me: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\n  And not a whimper until I'm gone\n  Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\n  West coast rider, coming right behind you\n  Should have never fucked with me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider before you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  For so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\n  They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes, I'll die for the cause\n  You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo, I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\n  Then what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Mean born worthless\n  That's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\n  Your style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\n  Causing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper, half drug kingpin\n  You're telling fairy tales, dunn\n  \"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\n  But I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\n  From the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\n  Getting rich even though it's hard\n  Trying to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolve\n  With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\n  Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\n  Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please reconsider before you die\n  G's and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":23285118,"name":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\nHas just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\nStreet dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\nExcuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\nNotorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everybody wants to know is:\nWhy'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\nWas not available for comment, but released this statement:\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggas and bitches, power and money\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\nThese niggas is still fucking talking?\nYou niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\nAllow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\nLocated worldwide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nColder than a dope fiend's titty\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\nI hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\nRight there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs: down to die for y'all\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\nCut them down, to hell is where we send them\nMy whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\nMe: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\nAnd not a whimper until I'm gone\nThug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLooking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\nWest coast rider, coming right behind you\nShould have never fucked with me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nFor so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\nThey delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes, I'll die for the cause\nYou best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo, I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\nThen what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Mean born worthless\nThat's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\nYour style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\nCausing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper, half drug kingpin\nYou're telling fairy tales, dunn\n\"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\nBut I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\nGetting rich even though it's hard\nTrying to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolve\nWith no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\nNow I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\nShoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\nDon't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider before you die\nG's and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory'\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\n  Has just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\n  Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\n  Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\n  Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album\n  Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n  Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\n  Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\n  Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  Are understandably shaken up by this release\n  The question everybody wants to know is:\n  Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\n  Was not available for comment, but released this statement:\n  It's not about East or West\n  It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n  Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n  These niggas is still fucking talking?\n  You niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\n  Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\n  Located worldwide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Colder than a dope fiend's titty\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\n  I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\n  Right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs: down to die for y'all\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\n  Cut them down, to hell is where we send them\n  My whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\n  Me: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\n  And not a whimper until I'm gone\n  Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\n  West coast rider, coming right behind you\n  Should have never fucked with me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider before you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  For so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\n  They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes, I'll die for the cause\n  You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo, I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\n  Then what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Mean born worthless\n  That's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\n  Your style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\n  Causing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper, half drug kingpin\n  You're telling fairy tales, dunn\n  \"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\n  But I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\n  From the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\n  Getting rich even though it's hard\n  Trying to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolve\n  With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\n  Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\n  Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please reconsider before you die\n  G's and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":37226422,"name":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\nHas just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\nStreet dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\nExcuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\nNotorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everybody wants to know is:\nWhy'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\nWas not available for comment, but released this statement:\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggas and bitches, power and money\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\nThese niggas is still fucking talking?\nYou niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\nAllow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\nLocated worldwide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nColder than a dope fiend's titty\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\nI hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\nRight there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs: down to die for y'all\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\nCut them down, to hell is where we send them\nMy whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\nMe: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\nAnd not a whimper until I'm gone\nThug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLooking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\nWest coast rider, coming right behind you\nShould have never fucked with me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nFor so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\nThey delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes, I'll die for the cause\nYou best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo, I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\nThen what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Mean born worthless\nThat's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\nYour style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\nCausing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper, half drug kingpin\nYou're telling fairy tales, dunn\n\"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\nBut I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\nGetting rich even though it's hard\nTrying to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolve\nWith no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\nNow I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\nShoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\nDon't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider before you die\nG's and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\n  Has just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\n  Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\n  Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\n  Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album\n  Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n  Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\n  Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\n  Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  Are understandably shaken up by this release\n  The question everybody wants to know is:\n  Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\n  Was not available for comment, but released this statement:\n  It's not about East or West\n  It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n  Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n  These niggas is still fucking talking?\n  You niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\n  Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\n  Located worldwide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Colder than a dope fiend's titty\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\n  I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\n  Right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs: down to die for y'all\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\n  Cut them down, to hell is where we send them\n  My whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\n  Me: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\n  And not a whimper until I'm gone\n  Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\n  West coast rider, coming right behind you\n  Should have never fucked with me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider before you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  For so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\n  They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes, I'll die for the cause\n  You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo, I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\n  Then what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Mean born worthless\n  That's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\n  Your style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\n  Causing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper, half drug kingpin\n  You're telling fairy tales, dunn\n  \"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\n  But I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\n  From the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\n  Getting rich even though it's hard\n  Trying to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolve\n  With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\n  Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\n  Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please reconsider before you die\n  G's and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":25583104,"name":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The 7 Day Theory (Re-Release)","duration":296.416333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\nHas just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\nStreet dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\nExcuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\nNotorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everybody wants to know is:\nWhy'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\nWas not available for comment, but released this statement:\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggas and bitches, power and money\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\nThese niggas is still fucking talking?\nYou niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\nAllow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\nLocated worldwide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nColder than a dope fiend's titty\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\nI hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\nRight there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs: down to die for y'all\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\nCut them down, to hell is where we send them\nMy whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\nMe: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\nAnd not a whimper until I'm gone\nThug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLooking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\nWest coast rider, coming right behind you\nShould have never fucked with me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nFor so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\nThey delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes, I'll die for the cause\nYou best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo, I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\nThen what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Mean born worthless\nThat's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\nYour style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\nCausing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper, half drug kingpin\nYou're telling fairy tales, dunn\n\"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\nBut I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\nGetting rich even though it's hard\nTrying to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolve\nWith no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\nNow I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\nShoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\nDon't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider before you die\nG's and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: The 7 Day Theory (Re-Release)\n  duration_ms: 296416\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\n  Has just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\n  Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\n  Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\n  Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album\n  Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n  Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\n  Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\n  Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  Are understandably shaken up by this release\n  The question everybody wants to know is:\n  Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\n  Was not available for comment, but released this statement:\n  It's not about East or West\n  It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n  Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n  These niggas is still fucking talking?\n  You niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\n  Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\n  Located worldwide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Colder than a dope fiend's titty\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\n  I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\n  Right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs: down to die for y'all\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\n  Cut them down, to hell is where we send them\n  My whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\n  Me: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\n  And not a whimper until I'm gone\n  Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\n  West coast rider, coming right behind you\n  Should have never fucked with me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider before you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  For so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\n  They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes, I'll die for the cause\n  You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo, I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\n  Then what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Mean born worthless\n  That's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\n  Your style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\n  Causing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper, half drug kingpin\n  You're telling fairy tales, dunn\n  \"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\n  But I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\n  From the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\n  Getting rich even though it's hard\n  Trying to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolve\n  With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\n  Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\n  Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please reconsider before you die\n  G's and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":25664128,"name":"Bomb first (my second reply)","trackName":"Bomb first (my second reply)","artistName":"2PAC","albumName":"Makaveli  the don killuminati","duration":297.038367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\nHas just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\nStreet dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\nExcuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\nNotorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everybody wants to know is:\nWhy'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\nWas not available for comment, but released this statement:\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggas and bitches, power and money\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\nThese niggas is still fucking talking?\nYou niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\nAllow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\nLocated worldwide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nColder than a dope fiend's titty\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\nI hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\nRight there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs: down to die for y'all\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\nCut them down, to hell is where we send them\nMy whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\nMe: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\nAnd not a whimper until I'm gone\nThug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLooking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\nWest coast rider, coming right behind you\nShould have never fucked with me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nFor so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\nThey delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes, I'll die for the cause\nYou best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo, I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\nThen what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Mean born worthless\nThat's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\nYour style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\nCausing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper, half drug kingpin\nYou're telling fairy tales, dunn\n\"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\nBut I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\nGetting rich even though it's hard\nTrying to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolve\nWith no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\nNow I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\nShoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\nDon't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider before you die\nG's and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bomb first (my second reply)\n  artist: 2PAC\n  album: Makaveli  the don killuminati\n  duration_ms: 297038\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\n  Has just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\n  Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\n  Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\n  Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album\n  Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n  Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\n  Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\n  Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  Are understandably shaken up by this release\n  The question everybody wants to know is:\n  Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\n  Was not available for comment, but released this statement:\n  It's not about East or West\n  It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n  Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n  These niggas is still fucking talking?\n  You niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\n  Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\n  Located worldwide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Colder than a dope fiend's titty\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\n  I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\n  Right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs: down to die for y'all\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\n  Cut them down, to hell is where we send them\n  My whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\n  Me: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\n  And not a whimper until I'm gone\n  Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\n  West coast rider, coming right behind you\n  Should have never fucked with me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider before you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  For so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\n  They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes, I'll die for the cause\n  You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo, I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\n  Then what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Mean born worthless\n  That's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\n  Your style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\n  Causing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper, half drug kingpin\n  You're telling fairy tales, dunn\n  \"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\n  But I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\n  From the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\n  Getting rich even though it's hard\n  Trying to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolve\n  With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\n  Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\n  Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please reconsider before you die\n  G's and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":38472554,"name":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2pac","albumName":"7 Day Theory: The Don Killluminati","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\nHas just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\nStreet dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\nExcuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\nNotorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everybody wants to know is:\nWhy'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\nWas not available for comment, but released this statement:\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggas and bitches, power and money\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\nThese niggas is still fucking talking?\nYou niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\nAllow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\nLocated worldwide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nColder than a dope fiend's titty\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\nI hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\nRight there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs: down to die for y'all\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\nCut them down, to hell is where we send them\nMy whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\nMe: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\nAnd not a whimper until I'm gone\nThug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLooking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\nWest coast rider, coming right behind you\nShould have never fucked with me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider before you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nFor so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\nThey delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes, I'll die for the cause\nYou best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo, I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\nThen what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Mean born worthless\nThat's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\nYour style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\nCausing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper, half drug kingpin\nYou're telling fairy tales, dunn\n\"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\nBut I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\nGetting rich even though it's hard\nTrying to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolve\nWith no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\nNow I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\nShoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\nDon't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\nWe bomb first when we ride\nPlease reconsider before you die\nG's and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan, plot, strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2pac\n  album: '7 Day Theory: The Don Killluminati'\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur\n  Has just released another album under the alias \"Makaveli\"\n  Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist's\n  Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement\n  Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album\n  Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n  Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,\n  Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep\n  Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  Are understandably shaken up by this release\n  The question everybody wants to know is:\n  Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli\n  Was not available for comment, but released this statement:\n  It's not about East or West\n  It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n  Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n  These niggas is still fucking talking?\n  You niggas still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for you cockroaches\n  Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qur'an\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride!\n  Located worldwide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Colder than a dope fiend's titty\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?\n  I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare\n  Right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs: down to die for y'all\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in them\n  Cut them down, to hell is where we send them\n  My whole team: trained to explode, ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry\n  Me: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them \"my bitch-nigga eaters\"\n  And not a whimper until I'm gone\n  Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gonna cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay\n  West coast rider, coming right behind you\n  Should have never fucked with me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider before you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  For so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays\n  They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes, I'll die for the cause\n  You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo, I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane\n  Then what is your motherfucking purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Mean born worthless\n  That's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch\n  Your style wack as ever like you was rocking patent leather\n  Causing massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper, half drug kingpin\n  You're telling fairy tales, dunn\n  \"King of New York\" like you the motherfucking one?\n  But I'm from Jers' and we don't play that shit\n  From the Clare down to North Bricks, all my niggas flipping chips\n  Getting rich even though it's hard\n  Trying to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolve\n  With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5\n  Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time\n  Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me\n  We bomb first when we ride\n  Please reconsider before you die\n  G's and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":6207176,"name":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2Pac, Makaveli","albumName":"The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Suge Shot Me\nIn today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\nJust released another album under the alias Makaveli\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\nStreet dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement\nAlthough no one knows the exact 'cause of the new album\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\nNas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\nExcuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\nOn Mobb Sleep, Notorious P.I.G, and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release\nThe question everbody wants to know is\nWhy'd they get this nigga started?\nTupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\nBut released this statement:\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggas and bitches, power and money\nRiders and punks, Which side are you on?\n\nThese niggas is still fuckin' talkin?\nYou niggas still breathin? fuckin' roaches, alright\n\nAight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\nIt's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n(The pump in yo' ass)\nThis is it nigga! Killuminati style\n(Outlaw lifestyle)\nMakaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it\n\nAllow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Quran\n\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy 45 gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney makin' plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n\nLocated world wide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nBorn on a dope fiend's titty, huh\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\n\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, nah mean?\nI hit the scene niggas duckin from my guillotine stare\nI'm right there; my every word, a fuckin' nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs down to die for yours\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\nCut 'em down to Hell is where we send 'em\nMy whole team, trained to explode ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\nMe - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\nAnd not a whimper 'til I'm gone\nThug Life runnin' through my veins so I'm strong\n(Ha ha ha)\n\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gon' cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yeah yeah\nWest coast rider, comin' right behind ya\nShould've never fucked wit me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI wont rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\n\nPlease, reconsider 'fore you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fore you die\nWe ain't even come to fight tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n\nFor so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\nThey delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothin' to lose, I gots no where to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do, what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes I'll die for the cause\nYa best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin' Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin' cash man\nThen what is your motherfuckin' purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I Amin born worthless\nThat's until the day, I decided to bomb first bitch\n\nYour style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\nCausin' massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper half drug kingpin\nYer tellin' fairy tales dunn\n\"King of New York, \" like you the motherfuckin' one?\nBut I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggas flippin chips\nGettin' rich, even though it's hard\nTryin' to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolv'\nWith no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five\nNow I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n\nShoot first, look at they head burst bleedin'\nDon't want to hear no shit this evenin', believe me\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fore you die\nG's, and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fore you die\nG's, and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42] Suge Shot Me\n[00:04.44] In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\n[00:08.05] Just released another album under the alias Makaveli\n[00:11.22] Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n[00:14.25] Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement\n[00:17.98] Although no one knows the exact 'cause of the new album\n[00:20.43] Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n[00:23.26] Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n[00:25.46] Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n[00:29.19] Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n[00:32.32] Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n[00:34.76] On Mobb Sleep, Notorious P.I.G, and several other New York rappers\n[00:39.18] Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n[00:43.05] And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n[00:45.17] Are understandably shaken up by this release\n[00:47.60] The question everbody wants to know is\n[00:49.68] Why'd they get this nigga started?\n[00:51.74] Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n[00:54.90] But released this statement:\n[00:56.68] It's not about East or West\n[00:58.46] It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n[01:01.02] Riders and punks, Which side are you on?\n[01:05.45] \n[01:13.91] These niggas is still fuckin' talkin?\n[01:15.75] You niggas still breathin? fuckin' roaches, alright\n[01:19.31] Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n[01:21.57] It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n[01:23.61] (The pump in yo' ass)\n[01:25.36] This is it nigga! Killuminati style\n[01:26.28] (Outlaw lifestyle)\n[01:27.10] Makaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it\n[01:29.18] Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don\n[01:32.00] Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Quran\n[01:34.54] Niggas get shook like 5-0\n[01:36.21] My 45 gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n[01:39.91] Money makin' plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n[01:42.29] Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n[01:44.71] Expose snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n[01:47.26] Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n[01:49.76] I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n[01:52.15] Born on a dope fiend's titty, huh\n[01:54.36] In every city you'll find me\n[01:55.69] Look for trouble right behind me\n[01:57.02] My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, nah mean?\n[01:59.92] I hit the scene niggas duckin from my guillotine stare\n[02:02.54] I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin' nightmare\n[02:05.78] Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n[02:08.23] This for my dogs down to die for yours\n[02:10.20] Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n[02:12.63] Cut 'em down to Hell is where we send 'em\n[02:14.93] My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n[02:17.79] Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n[02:20.28] Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n[02:23.46] Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n[02:26.30] And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n[02:28.04] Thug Life runnin' through my veins so I'm strong\n[02:30.08] (Ha ha ha)\n[02:31.06] Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n[02:33.05] Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gon' cry\n[02:35.44] I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n[02:38.56] Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n[02:40.94] Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n[02:43.21] How many niggas down to die for me? Yeah yeah\n[02:46.06] West coast rider, comin' right behind ya\n[02:48.87] Should've never fucked wit me\n[02:50.42] I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n[02:53.59] I wont rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first\n[02:56.56] We, bomb first when we ride\n[02:58.62] Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n[03:01.33] We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n[03:03.51] But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:06.58] We, bomb first when we ride\n[03:08.80] Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n[03:11.49] We ain't even come to fight tonight\n[03:13.99] But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:16.93] For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n[03:19.33] They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n[03:21.99] Got nothin' to lose, I gots no where to go\n[03:24.05] I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n[03:26.54] With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n[03:28.81] And I be a soldier on a mission\n[03:30.40] Sent to do, what you'll never do\n[03:31.93] And that's ride for the cause\n[03:33.08] Yes I'll die for the cause\n[03:34.16] Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n[03:35.62] Yo I'm dying with yours\n[03:36.81] Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin' Nazi\n[03:39.52] Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n[03:42.09] If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin' cash man\n[03:44.17] Then what is your motherfuckin' purpose? None can serve us\n[03:47.35] E.D.I Amin born worthless\n[03:48.85] That's until the day, I decided to bomb first bitch\n[03:53.52] \n[03:58.32] Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n[04:00.26] Causin' massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n[04:02.60] Half rapper half drug kingpin\n[04:04.59] Yer tellin' fairy tales dunn\n[04:06.07] \"King of New York, \" like you the motherfuckin' one?\n[04:08.38] But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n[04:10.24] From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggas flippin chips\n[04:12.89] Gettin' rich, even though it's hard\n[04:14.72] Tryin' to creep through these halls and brawls\n[04:16.75] Without scarred by a revolv'\n[04:18.26] With no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five\n[04:20.41] Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n[04:22.85] Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin'\n[04:25.85] Don't want to hear no shit this evenin', believe me\n[04:28.34] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:31.29] Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n[04:33.44] G's, and thug niggas on the rise\n[04:36.09] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:38.93] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:41.04] Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n[04:43.59] G's, and thug niggas on the rise\n[04:45.95] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:48.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2Pac, Makaveli\n  album: 'The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory'\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Suge Shot Me\n  start_ms: 2120\n  end_ms: 2723\n  words:\n  - 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Killuminati style\n  (Outlaw lifestyle)\n  Makaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it\n\n  Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Quran\n\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My 45 gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money makin' plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n\n  Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Born on a dope fiend's titty, huh\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, nah mean?\n  I hit the scene niggas duckin from my guillotine stare\n  I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin' nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs down to die for yours\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n  Cut 'em down to Hell is where we send 'em\n  My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n  Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n  And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n  Thug Life runnin' through my veins so I'm strong\n  (Ha ha ha)\n\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gon' cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yeah yeah\n  West coast rider, comin' right behind ya\n  Should've never fucked wit me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I wont rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n\n  Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n  We ain't even come to fight tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n\n  For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n  They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothin' to lose, I gots no where to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do, what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes I'll die for the cause\n  Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin' Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin' cash man\n  Then what is your motherfuckin' purpose? 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Killuminati style\n  (Outlaw lifestyle)\n  Makaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it\n\n  Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Quran\n\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My 45 gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money makin' plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n\n  Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Born on a dope fiend's titty, huh\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, nah mean?\n  I hit the scene niggas duckin from my guillotine stare\n  I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin' nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs down to die for yours\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n  Cut 'em down to Hell is where we send 'em\n  My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n  Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n  And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n  Thug Life runnin' through my veins so I'm strong\n  (Ha ha ha)\n\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gon' cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yeah yeah\n  West coast rider, comin' right behind ya\n  Should've never fucked wit me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I wont rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n\n  Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n  We ain't even come to fight tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n\n  For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n  They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothin' to lose, I gots no where to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do, what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes I'll die for the cause\n  Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin' Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin' cash man\n  Then what is your motherfuckin' purpose? 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Killuminati style\n(Outlaw lifestyle)\nMakaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it\n\nAllow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Quran\n\nNiggas get shook like 5-0\nMy 45 gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney makin' plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet me introduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n\nLocated world wide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nBorn on a dope fiend's titty, huh\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\n\nMy Outlaw niggas down to die for me, nah mean?\nI hit the scene niggas duckin from my guillotine stare\nI'm right there; my every word, a fuckin' nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs down to die for yours\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\nCut 'em down to Hell is where we send 'em\nMy whole team, trained to explode ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\nMe - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\nAnd not a whimper 'til I'm gone\nThug Life runnin' through my veins so I'm strong\n(Ha ha ha)\n\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gon' cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\nLookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggas down to die for me? Yeah yeah\nWest coast rider, comin' right behind ya\nShould've never fucked wit me\nI want money, hoes, sex and weed\nI wont rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\n\nPlease, reconsider 'fore you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fore you die\nWe ain't even come to fight tonight\nBut it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n\nFor so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\nThey delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\nGot nothin' to lose, I gots no where to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do, what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes I'll die for the cause\nYa best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo I'm dying with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin' Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin' cash man\nThen what is your motherfuckin' purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I Amin born worthless\nThat's until the day, I decided to bomb first bitch\n\nYour style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\nCausin' massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper half drug kingpin\nYer tellin' fairy tales dunn\n\"King of New York, \" like you the motherfuckin' one?\nBut I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggas flippin chips\nGettin' rich, even though it's hard\nTryin' to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolv'\nWith no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five\nNow I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n\nShoot first, look at they head burst bleedin'\nDon't want to hear no shit this evenin', believe me\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fore you die\nG's, and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fore you die\nG's, and thug niggas on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.27] Suge Shot Me\n[00:03.64] In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\n[00:07.51] Just released another album under the alias Makaveli\n[00:10.77] Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n[00:13.91] Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement\n[00:17.62] Although no one knows the exact 'cause of the new album\n[00:19.94] Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n[00:22.34] Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n[00:25.31] Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n[00:28.75] Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n[00:31.98] Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n[00:34.33] On Mobb Sleep, Notorious P.I.G, and several other New York rappers\n[00:38.66] Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n[00:42.55] And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n[00:44.79] Are understandably shaken up by this release\n[00:47.12] The question everbody wants to know is\n[00:49.26] Why'd they get this nigga started?\n[00:51.37] Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n[00:54.45] But released this statement:\n[00:56.06] It's not about East or West\n[00:57.90] It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n[01:01.27] Riders and punks, Which side are you on?\n[01:05.70] \n[01:13.53] These niggas is still fuckin' talkin?\n[01:15.21] You niggas still breathin? fuckin' roaches, alright\n[01:18.27] Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n[01:20.85] It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n[01:24.72] (The pump in yo' ass)\n[01:25.10] This is it nigga! Killuminati style\n[01:26.55] (Outlaw lifestyle)\n[01:26.55] Makaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it\n[01:28.47] Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don\n[01:31.51] Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Quran\n[01:33.96] Niggas get shook like 5-0\n[01:36.08] My 45 gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n[01:39.79] Money makin' plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n[01:42.47] Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n[01:44.30] Expose snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n[01:47.13] Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n[01:49.41] I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n[01:51.81] Born on a dope fiend's titty, huh\n[01:53.98] In every city you'll find me\n[01:55.30] Look for trouble right behind me\n[01:56.75] My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, nah mean?\n[01:59.75] I hit the scene niggas duckin from my guillotine stare\n[02:02.35] I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin' nightmare\n[02:05.35] Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n[02:07.98] This for my dogs down to die for yours\n[02:09.82] Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n[02:12.12] Cut 'em down to Hell is where we send 'em\n[02:14.53] My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n[02:17.38] Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n[02:20.13] Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n[02:23.00] Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n[02:25.82] And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n[02:27.44] Thug Life runnin' through my veins so I'm strong\n[02:30.08] (Ha ha ha)\n[02:30.77] Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n[02:33.05] Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gon' cry\n[02:35.59] I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n[02:38.43] Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n[02:40.98] Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n[02:43.06] How many niggas down to die for me? Yeah yeah\n[02:46.05] West coast rider, comin' right behind ya\n[02:48.53] Should've never fucked wit me\n[02:50.65] I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n[02:52.74] I wont rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first\n[02:56.20] We, bomb first when we ride\n[02:58.76] Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n[03:01.37] We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n[03:03.51] But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:06.48] We, bomb first when we ride\n[03:08.95] Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n[03:11.81] We ain't even come to fight tonight\n[03:13.73] But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:16.81] For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n[03:19.27] They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n[03:21.59] Got nothin' to lose, I gots no where to go\n[03:23.89] I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n[03:26.69] With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n[03:28.82] And I be a soldier on a mission\n[03:30.23] Sent to do, what you'll never do\n[03:31.68] And that's ride for the cause\n[03:32.95] Yes I'll die for the cause\n[03:33.94] Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n[03:35.40] Yo I'm dying with yours\n[03:37.69] Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin' Nazi\n[03:39.52] Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n[03:42.08] If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin' cash man\n[03:44.55] Then what is your motherfuckin' purpose? None can serve us\n[03:47.22] E.D.I Amin born worthless\n[03:48.81] That's until the day, I decided to bomb first bitch\n[03:53.49] \n[03:56.92] Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n[03:59.69] Causin' massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n[04:02.27] Half rapper half drug kingpin\n[04:04.05] Yer tellin' fairy tales dunn\n[04:05.44] \"King of New York, \" like you the motherfuckin' one?\n[04:07.81] But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n[04:09.75] From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggas flippin chips\n[04:12.30] Gettin' rich, even though it's hard\n[04:14.38] Tryin' to creep through these halls and brawls\n[04:16.16] Without scarred by a revolv'\n[04:17.08] With no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five\n[04:20.04] Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n[04:22.88] Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin'\n[04:25.32] Don't want to hear no shit this evenin', believe me\n[04:28.05] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:30.46] Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n[04:33.01] G's, and thug niggas on the rise\n[04:35.65] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:38.26] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:40.83] Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n[04:43.38] G's, and thug niggas on the rise\n[04:45.84] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:48.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: Makaveli (2pac)\n  album: The Don Killuminati - The 7 Day Theory\n  duration_ms: 297064\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Suge Shot Me\n  start_ms: 2270\n  end_ms: 3640\n- text: 'In today''s music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has'\n  start_ms: 3640\n  end_ms: 7510\n- text: Just released another album under the alias Makaveli\n  start_ms: 7510\n  end_ms: 10770\n- text: Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n  start_ms: 10770\n  end_ms: 13910\n- text: Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement\n  start_ms: 13910\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: Although no one knows the exact 'cause of the new album\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 19940\n- text: Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  start_ms: 19940\n  end_ms: 22340\n- text: Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  start_ms: 22340\n  end_ms: 25310\n- text: Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well\n  start_ms: 25310\n  end_ms: 28750\n- text: Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n  start_ms: 28750\n  end_ms: 31980\n- text: Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n  start_ms: 31980\n  end_ms: 34330\n- text: On Mobb Sleep, Notorious P.I.G, and several other New York rappers\n  start_ms: 34330\n  end_ms: 38660\n- text: Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  start_ms: 38660\n  end_ms: 42550\n- text: And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  start_ms: 42550\n  end_ms: 44790\n- text: Are understandably shaken up by this release\n  start_ms: 44790\n  end_ms: 47120\n- text: The question everbody wants to know is\n  start_ms: 47120\n  end_ms: 49260\n- text: Why'd they get this nigga started?\n  start_ms: 49260\n  end_ms: 51370\n- text: Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n  start_ms: 51370\n  end_ms: 54450\n- text: 'But released this statement:'\n  start_ms: 54450\n  end_ms: 56060\n- text: It's not about East or West\n  start_ms: 56060\n  end_ms: 57900\n- text: It's about niggas and bitches, power and money\n  start_ms: 57900\n  end_ms: 61270\n- text: Riders and punks, Which side are you on?\n  start_ms: 61270\n  end_ms: 65700\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 65700\n  end_ms: 73530\n- text: These niggas is still fuckin' talkin?\n  start_ms: 73530\n  end_ms: 75210\n- text: You niggas still breathin? fuckin' roaches, alright\n  start_ms: 75210\n  end_ms: 78270\n- text: Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n  start_ms: 78270\n  end_ms: 80850\n- text: It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n  start_ms: 80850\n  end_ms: 84720\n- text: (The pump in yo' ass)\n  start_ms: 84720\n  end_ms: 85100\n- text: This is it nigga! 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Killuminati style\n  (Outlaw lifestyle)\n  Makaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it\n\n  Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Quran\n\n  Niggas get shook like 5-0\n  My 45 gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money makin' plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n\n  Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Born on a dope fiend's titty, huh\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n\n  My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, nah mean?\n  I hit the scene niggas duckin from my guillotine stare\n  I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin' nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs down to die for yours\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n  Cut 'em down to Hell is where we send 'em\n  My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n  Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n  And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n  Thug Life runnin' through my veins so I'm strong\n  (Ha ha ha)\n\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gon' cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too\n  Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggas down to die for me? Yeah yeah\n  West coast rider, comin' right behind ya\n  Should've never fucked wit me\n  I want money, hoes, sex and weed\n  I wont rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n\n  Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n  We ain't even come to fight tonight\n  But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first\n\n  For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n  They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nothin' to lose, I gots no where to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do, what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes I'll die for the cause\n  Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo I'm dying with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin' Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin' cash man\n  Then what is your motherfuckin' purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I Amin born worthless\n  That's until the day, I decided to bomb first bitch\n\n  Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n  Causin' massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper half drug kingpin\n  Yer tellin' fairy tales dunn\n  \"King of New York, \" like you the motherfuckin' one?\n  But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n  From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggas flippin chips\n  Gettin' rich, even though it's hard\n  Tryin' to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolv'\n  With no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five\n  Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n\n  Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin'\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evenin', believe me\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n  G's, and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fore you die\n  G's, and thug niggas on the rise\n  Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":4018220,"name":"Intro/ Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Intro/ Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The Don Killuminati (The 7 Day Theory)","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Suge Shot Me\n\nIn today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\nJust released another album under the alias Makaveli.\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\nStreet dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\nNas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\nExcuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\nOn Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release.\nThe question everbody wants to know is --\nWhy'd they get this nigga started?\nTupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\nBut released this statement:\n\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\n\nThese niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\nYou niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n\n(All day, everyday)\nIt's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n(The pump in yo' ass)\nThis is it nigga! Killuminati style\n(Outlaw lifestyle)\nMakaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n\nAllow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\nNiggaz get shook like 5-0\nMy forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet meduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\nLocated world wide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nBorn on a dopefiend's titty. huh\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\nI hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\nI'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs down to die for yours\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\nCut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\nMy whole team, trained to explode ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\nMe - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\nAnd not a whimper 'til I'm gone\nThug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n(Ha ha ha)\n\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\nLookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\nWest coast ridah, comin right behind ya\nShould've never fucked wit meeee\nI want money hoes sex and weeeed\nI wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to fight tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n\nFor so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\nThey delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\nGot nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do, what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes I'll die for the cause\nYa best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo I'm dyin with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\nThen what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Amin born worthless\nThat's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n\nYour style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\nCausin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper half drug kingpin\nYer tellin fairy tales dunn\n\"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\nBut I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\nGettin rich, even though it's hard\nTryin to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolv'\nWith no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\nNow I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n\nShoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\nDon't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug niggaz on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug niggaz on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.09] Suge Shot Me\n[00:03.73] In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\n[00:07.50] Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.\n[00:10.16] Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n[00:14.19] Street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\n[00:17.67] Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\n[00:20.29] Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n[00:22.54] Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n[00:25.30] Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\n[00:28.61] Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n[00:32.09] Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n[00:34.01] On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n[00:38.52] Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n[00:42.60] And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n[00:44.83] Are understandably shaken up by this release.\n[00:47.25] The question everbody wants to know is --\n[00:49.50] Why'd they get this nigga started?\n[00:51.52] Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n[00:54.72] But released this statement:\n[00:56.25] It's not about East or West\n[00:57.92] It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\n[01:00.96] Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n[01:04.40] These niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\n[01:15.59] You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\n[01:18.75] Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n[01:21.28] (All day, everyday)\n[01:22.29] It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n[01:23.45] (The pump in yo' ass)\n[01:24.14] This is it nigga! Killuminati style\n[01:26.84] (Outlaw lifestyle)\n[01:27.74] Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n[01:29.54] Allow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\n[01:31.78] Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\n[01:34.34] Niggaz get shook like 5-0\n[01:36.21] My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n[01:40.07] Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n[01:42.62] Let meduce the topic, then we drop it\n[01:44.72] Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n[01:47.24] Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n[01:50.06] I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n[01:52.27] Born on a dopefiend's titty. huh\n[01:54.69] In every city you'll find me\n[01:56.08] Look for trouble right behind me\n[01:57.42] My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\n[02:00.02] I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\n[02:02.78] I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\n[02:05.48] Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n[02:08.20] This for my dogs down to die for yours\n[02:10.11] Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n[02:12.56] Cut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\n[02:15.53] My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n[02:17.66] Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n[02:20.52] Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n[02:23.55] Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n[02:26.05] And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n[02:27.58] Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n[02:30.07] (Ha ha ha)\n[02:31.06] Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n[02:33.57] Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\n[02:35.76] I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\n[02:38.63] Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n[02:41.11] Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n[02:43.35] How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\n[02:46.24] West coast ridah, comin right behind ya\n[02:48.78] Should've never fucked wit meeee\n[02:50.95] I want money hoes sex and weeeed\n[02:53.39] I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n[02:56.52] We, bomb first when we ride\n[02:58.98] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[03:01.33] We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n[03:03.88] But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:06.75] We, bomb first when we ride\n[03:09.03] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[03:11.47] We ain't even come to fight tonight\n[03:14.37] But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:17.15] For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n[03:19.76] They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n[03:21.96] Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\n[03:24.25] I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n[03:26.86] With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n[03:29.32] And I be a soldier on a mission\n[03:30.89] Sent to do, what you'll never do\n[03:32.53] And that's ride for the cause\n[03:33.85] Yes I'll die for the cause\n[03:34.74] Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n[03:36.18] Yo I'm dyin with yours\n[03:37.33] Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\n[03:39.52] Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n[03:42.14] If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\n[03:44.70] Then what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\n[03:47.48] E.D.I. Amin born worthless\n[03:49.47] That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n[03:52.22] Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n[03:59.73] Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\n[04:02.62] Half rapper half drug kingpin\n[04:04.11] Yer tellin fairy tales dunn\n[04:06.29] \"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\n[04:08.21] But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n[04:10.23] From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\n[04:12.87] Gettin rich, even though it's hard\n[04:14.75] Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls\n[04:16.62] Without scarred by a revolv'\n[04:18.02] With no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\n[04:20.39] Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n[04:22.89] Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\n[04:25.60] Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\n[04:28.24] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:30.66] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[04:33.16] G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n[04:35.70] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:38.42] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:40.88] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[04:43.48] G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n[04:46.06] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:55.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro/ Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: The Don Killuminati (The 7 Day Theory)\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Suge Shot Me\n  start_ms: 2090\n  end_ms: 3730\n- text: 'In today''s music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has'\n  start_ms: 3730\n  end_ms: 7500\n- text: Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.\n  start_ms: 7500\n  end_ms: 10160\n- text: Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n  start_ms: 10160\n  end_ms: 14190\n- text: Street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\n  start_ms: 14190\n  end_ms: 17670\n- text: Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\n  start_ms: 17670\n  end_ms: 20290\n- text: Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  start_ms: 20290\n  end_ms: 22540\n- text: Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  start_ms: 22540\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 28610\n- text: Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n  start_ms: 28610\n  end_ms: 32090\n- text: Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n  start_ms: 32090\n  end_ms: 34010\n- text: On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  start_ms: 34010\n  end_ms: 38520\n- text: Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  start_ms: 38520\n  end_ms: 42600\n- text: And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  start_ms: 42600\n  end_ms: 44830\n- text: Are understandably shaken up by this release.\n  start_ms: 44830\n  end_ms: 47250\n- text: The question everbody wants to know is --\n  start_ms: 47250\n  end_ms: 49500\n- text: Why'd they get this nigga started?\n  start_ms: 49500\n  end_ms: 51520\n- text: Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n  start_ms: 51520\n  end_ms: 54720\n- text: 'But released this statement:'\n  start_ms: 54720\n  end_ms: 56250\n- text: It's not about East or West\n  start_ms: 56250\n  end_ms: 57920\n- text: It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\n  start_ms: 57920\n  end_ms: 60960\n- text: Riders and punks. 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Which side are you on?\n\n  These niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\n  You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n\n  (All day, everyday)\n  It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n  (The pump in yo' ass)\n  This is it nigga! Killuminati style\n  (Outlaw lifestyle)\n  Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n\n  Allow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\n  Niggaz get shook like 5-0\n  My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let meduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n  Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Born on a dopefiend's titty. huh\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\n  I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\n  I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs down to die for yours\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n  Cut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\n  My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n  Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n  And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n  Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n  (Ha ha ha)\n\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\n  Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\n  West coast ridah, comin right behind ya\n  Should've never fucked wit meeee\n  I want money hoes sex and weeeed\n  I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  We ain't even come to fight tonight\n  But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n\n  For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n  They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do, what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes I'll die for the cause\n  Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo I'm dyin with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\n  Then what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Amin born worthless\n  That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n\n  Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n  Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper half drug kingpin\n  Yer tellin fairy tales dunn\n  \"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\n  But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n  From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\n  Gettin rich, even though it's hard\n  Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolv'\n  With no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\n  Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n\n  Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n  Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n  Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":10730078,"name":"Intro - Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Intro - Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2pac","albumName":"Makaveli - The Don Killuminati (The 7 Day Theory)","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Suge Shot Me\n\nIn today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\njust released another album under the alias Makaveli.\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\nstreet dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\nresources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nhave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nof not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\nNas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\nexcuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\non Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nand several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nare understandably shaken up by this release.\nThe question everbody wants to know is --\nwhy'd they get this nigga started?\nTupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\nbut released this statement:\n\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\nriders and punks. Which side are you on?\n\nThese niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\nYou niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n\n(All day, everyday)\nIt's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n(The pump in yo' ass)\nThis is it nigga! Killuminati style\n(Outlaw lifestyle)\nMakaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n\nAllow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\nNiggaz get shook like 5-0\nMy forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet meduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\nLocated world wide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nBorn on a dopefiend's titty. huh\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\nI hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\nI'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs down to die for yours\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\nCut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\nMy whole team, trained to explode ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\nMe - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\nAnd not a whimper 'til I'm gone\nThug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n(Ha ha ha)\n\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\nLookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\nWest coast ridah, comin right behind ya\nShould've never fucked wit meeee\nI want money hoes sex and weeeed\nI wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to fight tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n\nFor so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\nThey delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\nGot nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do, what you'll never do\nand that's ride for the cause\nYes I'll die for the cause\nYa best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo I'm dyin with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\nthen what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Amin born worthless\nThat's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n\nYour style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\nCausin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper half drug kingpin\nYer tellin fairy tales dunn\n\"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\nBut I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\nGettin rich, even though it's hard\nTryin to creep through these halls and brawls\nwithout scarred by a revolv'\nwith no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\nNow I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n\nShoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\nDon't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug niggaz on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug niggaz on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.09] Suge Shot Me\n[00:03.73] In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\n[00:07.50] just released another album under the alias Makaveli.\n[00:10.16] Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n[00:14.19] street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\n[00:17.67] Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\n[00:20.29] resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n[00:22.54] have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n[00:25.30] of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\n[00:28.61] Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n[00:32.09] excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n[00:34.01] on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n[00:38.52] Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n[00:42.60] and several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n[00:44.83] are understandably shaken up by this release.\n[00:47.25] The question everbody wants to know is --\n[00:49.50] why'd they get this nigga started?\n[00:51.52] Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n[00:54.72] but released this statement:\n[00:56.25] It's not about East or West\n[00:57.92] It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\n[01:00.96] riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n[01:04.40] These niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\n[01:15.59] You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\n[01:18.75] Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n[01:21.28] (All day, everyday)\n[01:22.29] It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n[01:23.45] (The pump in yo' ass)\n[01:24.14] This is it nigga! Killuminati style\n[01:26.84] (Outlaw lifestyle)\n[01:27.74] Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n[01:29.54] Allow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\n[01:31.78] Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\n[01:34.34] Niggaz get shook like 5-0\n[01:36.21] My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n[01:40.07] Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n[01:42.62] Let meduce the topic, then we drop it\n[01:44.72] Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n[01:47.24] Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n[01:50.06] I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n[01:52.27] Born on a dopefiend's titty. huh\n[01:54.69] In every city you'll find me\n[01:56.08] Look for trouble right behind me\n[01:57.42] My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\n[02:00.02] I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\n[02:02.78] I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\n[02:05.48] Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n[02:08.20] This for my dogs down to die for yours\n[02:10.11] Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n[02:12.56] Cut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\n[02:15.53] My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n[02:17.66] Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n[02:20.52] Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n[02:23.55] Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n[02:26.05] And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n[02:27.58] Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n[02:30.07] (Ha ha ha)\n[02:31.06] Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n[02:33.57] Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\n[02:35.76] I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\n[02:38.63] Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n[02:41.11] Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n[02:43.35] How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\n[02:46.24] West coast ridah, comin right behind ya\n[02:48.78] Should've never fucked wit meeee\n[02:50.95] I want money hoes sex and weeeed\n[02:53.39] I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n[02:56.52] We, bomb first when we ride\n[02:58.98] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[03:01.33] We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n[03:03.88] But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:06.75] We, bomb first when we ride\n[03:09.03] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[03:11.47] We ain't even come to fight tonight\n[03:14.37] But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:17.15] For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n[03:19.76] They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n[03:21.96] Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\n[03:24.25] I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n[03:26.86] With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n[03:29.32] And I be a soldier on a mission\n[03:30.89] Sent to do, what you'll never do\n[03:32.53] and that's ride for the cause\n[03:33.85] Yes I'll die for the cause\n[03:34.74] Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n[03:36.18] Yo I'm dyin with yours\n[03:37.33] Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\n[03:39.52] Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n[03:42.14] If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\n[03:44.70] then what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\n[03:47.48] E.D.I. Amin born worthless\n[03:49.47] That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n[03:52.22] Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n[03:59.73] Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\n[04:02.62] Half rapper half drug kingpin\n[04:04.11] Yer tellin fairy tales dunn\n[04:06.29] \"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\n[04:08.21] But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n[04:10.23] From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\n[04:12.87] Gettin rich, even though it's hard\n[04:14.75] Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls\n[04:16.62] without scarred by a revolv'\n[04:18.02] with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\n[04:20.39] Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n[04:22.89] Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\n[04:25.60] Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\n[04:28.24] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:30.66] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[04:33.16] G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n[04:35.70] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:38.42] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:40.88] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[04:43.48] G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n[04:46.06] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:55.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro - Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2pac\n  album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati (The 7 Day Theory)\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Suge Shot Me\n  start_ms: 2090\n  end_ms: 3730\n- text: 'In today''s music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has'\n  start_ms: 3730\n  end_ms: 7500\n- text: just released another album under the alias Makaveli.\n  start_ms: 7500\n  end_ms: 10160\n- text: Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n  start_ms: 10160\n  end_ms: 14190\n- text: street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\n  start_ms: 14190\n  end_ms: 17670\n- text: Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\n  start_ms: 17670\n  end_ms: 20290\n- text: resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  start_ms: 20290\n  end_ms: 22540\n- text: have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  start_ms: 22540\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 28610\n- text: Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n  start_ms: 28610\n  end_ms: 32090\n- text: excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n  start_ms: 32090\n  end_ms: 34010\n- text: on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  start_ms: 34010\n  end_ms: 38520\n- text: Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  start_ms: 38520\n  end_ms: 42600\n- text: and several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  start_ms: 42600\n  end_ms: 44830\n- text: are understandably shaken up by this release.\n  start_ms: 44830\n  end_ms: 47250\n- text: The question everbody wants to know is --\n  start_ms: 47250\n  end_ms: 49500\n- text: why'd they get this nigga started?\n  start_ms: 49500\n  end_ms: 51520\n- text: Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n  start_ms: 51520\n  end_ms: 54720\n- text: 'but released this statement:'\n  start_ms: 54720\n  end_ms: 56250\n- text: It's not about East or West\n  start_ms: 56250\n  end_ms: 57920\n- text: It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\n  start_ms: 57920\n  end_ms: 60960\n- text: riders and punks. 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Which side are you on?\n\n  These niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\n  You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n\n  (All day, everyday)\n  It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n  (The pump in yo' ass)\n  This is it nigga! Killuminati style\n  (Outlaw lifestyle)\n  Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n\n  Allow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\n  Niggaz get shook like 5-0\n  My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let meduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n  Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Born on a dopefiend's titty. huh\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\n  I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\n  I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs down to die for yours\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n  Cut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\n  My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n  Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n  And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n  Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n  (Ha ha ha)\n\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\n  Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\n  West coast ridah, comin right behind ya\n  Should've never fucked wit meeee\n  I want money hoes sex and weeeed\n  I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  We ain't even come to fight tonight\n  But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n\n  For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n  They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do, what you'll never do\n  and that's ride for the cause\n  Yes I'll die for the cause\n  Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo I'm dyin with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\n  then what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Amin born worthless\n  That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n\n  Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n  Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper half drug kingpin\n  Yer tellin fairy tales dunn\n  \"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\n  But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n  From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\n  Gettin rich, even though it's hard\n  Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls\n  without scarred by a revolv'\n  with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\n  Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n\n  Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n  Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n  Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":13117702,"name":"Intro / Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Intro / Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Better Dayz","duration":296.856,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Suge Shot Me\n\nIn today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\njust released another album under the alias Makaveli.\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\nstreet dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\nresources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nhave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nof not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\nNas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\nexcuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\non Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nand several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nare understandably shaken up by this release.\nThe question everbody wants to know is --\nwhy'd they get this nigga started?\nTupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\nbut released this statement:\n\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\nriders and punks. Which side are you on?\n\nThese niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\nYou niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n\n(All day, everyday)\nIt's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n(The pump in yo' ass)\nThis is it nigga! Killuminati style\n(Outlaw lifestyle)\nMakaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n\nAllow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\nNiggaz get shook like 5-0\nMy forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet meduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\nLocated world wide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nBorn on a dopefiend's titty. huh\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\nI hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\nI'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs down to die for yours\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\nCut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\nMy whole team, trained to explode ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\nMe - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\nAnd not a whimper 'til I'm gone\nThug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n(Ha ha ha)\n\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\nLookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\nWest coast ridah, comin right behind ya\nShould've never fucked wit meeee\nI want money hoes sex and weeeed\nI wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to fight tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n\nFor so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\nThey delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\nGot nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do, what you'll never do\nand that's ride for the cause\nYes I'll die for the cause\nYa best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo I'm dyin with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\nthen what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Amin born worthless\nThat's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n\nYour style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\nCausin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper half drug kingpin\nYer tellin fairy tales dunn\n\"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\nBut I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\nGettin rich, even though it's hard\nTryin to creep through these halls and brawls\nwithout scarred by a revolv'\nwith no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\nNow I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n\nShoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\nDon't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug niggaz on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug niggaz on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.09] Suge Shot Me\n[00:03.73] In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\n[00:07.50] just released another album under the alias Makaveli.\n[00:10.16] Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n[00:14.19] street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\n[00:17.67] Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\n[00:20.29] resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n[00:22.54] have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n[00:25.30] of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\n[00:28.61] Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n[00:32.09] excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n[00:34.01] on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n[00:38.52] Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n[00:42.60] and several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n[00:44.83] are understandably shaken up by this release.\n[00:47.25] The question everbody wants to know is --\n[00:49.50] why'd they get this nigga started?\n[00:51.52] Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n[00:54.72] but released this statement:\n[00:56.25] It's not about East or West\n[00:57.92] It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\n[01:00.96] riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n[01:04.40] These niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\n[01:15.59] You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\n[01:18.75] Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n[01:21.28] (All day, everyday)\n[01:22.29] It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n[01:23.45] (The pump in yo' ass)\n[01:24.14] This is it nigga! Killuminati style\n[01:26.84] (Outlaw lifestyle)\n[01:27.74] Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n[01:29.54] Allow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\n[01:31.78] Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\n[01:34.34] Niggaz get shook like 5-0\n[01:36.21] My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n[01:40.07] Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n[01:42.62] Let meduce the topic, then we drop it\n[01:44.72] Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n[01:47.24] Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n[01:50.06] I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n[01:52.27] Born on a dopefiend's titty. huh\n[01:54.69] In every city you'll find me\n[01:56.08] Look for trouble right behind me\n[01:57.42] My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\n[02:00.02] I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\n[02:02.78] I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\n[02:05.48] Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n[02:08.20] This for my dogs down to die for yours\n[02:10.11] Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n[02:12.56] Cut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\n[02:15.53] My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n[02:17.66] Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n[02:20.52] Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n[02:23.55] Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n[02:26.05] And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n[02:27.58] Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n[02:30.07] (Ha ha ha)\n[02:31.06] Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n[02:33.57] Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\n[02:35.76] I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\n[02:38.63] Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n[02:41.11] Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n[02:43.35] How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\n[02:46.24] West coast ridah, comin right behind ya\n[02:48.78] Should've never fucked wit meeee\n[02:50.95] I want money hoes sex and weeeed\n[02:53.39] I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n[02:56.52] We, bomb first when we ride\n[02:58.98] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[03:01.33] We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n[03:03.88] But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:06.75] We, bomb first when we ride\n[03:09.03] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[03:11.47] We ain't even come to fight tonight\n[03:14.37] But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:17.15] For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n[03:19.76] They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n[03:21.96] Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\n[03:24.25] I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n[03:26.86] With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n[03:29.32] And I be a soldier on a mission\n[03:30.89] Sent to do, what you'll never do\n[03:32.53] and that's ride for the cause\n[03:33.85] Yes I'll die for the cause\n[03:34.74] Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n[03:36.18] Yo I'm dyin with yours\n[03:37.33] Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\n[03:39.52] Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n[03:42.14] If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\n[03:44.70] then what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\n[03:47.48] E.D.I. Amin born worthless\n[03:49.47] That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n[03:52.22] Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n[03:59.73] Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\n[04:02.62] Half rapper half drug kingpin\n[04:04.11] Yer tellin fairy tales dunn\n[04:06.29] \"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\n[04:08.21] But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n[04:10.23] From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\n[04:12.87] Gettin rich, even though it's hard\n[04:14.75] Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls\n[04:16.62] without scarred by a revolv'\n[04:18.02] with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\n[04:20.39] Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n[04:22.89] Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\n[04:25.60] Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\n[04:28.24] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:30.66] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[04:33.16] G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n[04:35.70] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:38.42] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:40.88] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[04:43.48] G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n[04:46.06] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:55.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro / Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Better Dayz\n  duration_ms: 296856\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Suge Shot Me\n  start_ms: 2090\n  end_ms: 3730\n- text: 'In today''s music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has'\n  start_ms: 3730\n  end_ms: 7500\n- text: just released another album under the alias Makaveli.\n  start_ms: 7500\n  end_ms: 10160\n- text: Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n  start_ms: 10160\n  end_ms: 14190\n- text: street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\n  start_ms: 14190\n  end_ms: 17670\n- text: Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\n  start_ms: 17670\n  end_ms: 20290\n- text: resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  start_ms: 20290\n  end_ms: 22540\n- text: have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  start_ms: 22540\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 28610\n- text: Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n  start_ms: 28610\n  end_ms: 32090\n- text: excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n  start_ms: 32090\n  end_ms: 34010\n- text: on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  start_ms: 34010\n  end_ms: 38520\n- text: Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  start_ms: 38520\n  end_ms: 42600\n- text: and several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  start_ms: 42600\n  end_ms: 44830\n- text: are understandably shaken up by this release.\n  start_ms: 44830\n  end_ms: 47250\n- text: The question everbody wants to know is --\n  start_ms: 47250\n  end_ms: 49500\n- text: why'd they get this nigga started?\n  start_ms: 49500\n  end_ms: 51520\n- text: Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n  start_ms: 51520\n  end_ms: 54720\n- text: 'but released this statement:'\n  start_ms: 54720\n  end_ms: 56250\n- text: It's not about East or West\n  start_ms: 56250\n  end_ms: 57920\n- text: It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\n  start_ms: 57920\n  end_ms: 60960\n- text: riders and punks. 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Which side are you on?\n\n  These niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\n  You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n\n  (All day, everyday)\n  It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n  (The pump in yo' ass)\n  This is it nigga! Killuminati style\n  (Outlaw lifestyle)\n  Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n\n  Allow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\n  Niggaz get shook like 5-0\n  My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let meduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n  Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Born on a dopefiend's titty. huh\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\n  I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\n  I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs down to die for yours\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n  Cut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\n  My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n  Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n  And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n  Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n  (Ha ha ha)\n\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\n  Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\n  West coast ridah, comin right behind ya\n  Should've never fucked wit meeee\n  I want money hoes sex and weeeed\n  I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  We ain't even come to fight tonight\n  But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n\n  For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n  They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do, what you'll never do\n  and that's ride for the cause\n  Yes I'll die for the cause\n  Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo I'm dyin with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\n  then what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Amin born worthless\n  That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n\n  Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n  Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper half drug kingpin\n  Yer tellin fairy tales dunn\n  \"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\n  But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n  From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\n  Gettin rich, even though it's hard\n  Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls\n  without scarred by a revolv'\n  with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\n  Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n\n  Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n  Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n  Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":12674589,"name":"Intro Bomb First My Second Reply","trackName":"Intro Bomb First My Second Reply","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Don_Killuminati_The_7_Day_Theory","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Suge Shot Me\n\nIn today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\njust released another album under the alias Makaveli.\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\nstreet dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\nresources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nhave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nof not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\nNas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\nexcuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\non Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nand several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nare understandably shaken up by this release.\nThe question everbody wants to know is --\nwhy'd they get this nigga started?\nTupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\nbut released this statement:\n\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\nriders and punks. Which side are you on?\n\nThese niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\nYou niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n\n(All day, everyday)\nIt's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n(The pump in yo' ass)\nThis is it nigga! Killuminati style\n(Outlaw lifestyle)\nMakaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n\nAllow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\nNiggaz get shook like 5-0\nMy forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet meduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\nLocated world wide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nBorn on a dopefiend's titty. huh\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\nI hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\nI'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs down to die for yours\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\nCut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\nMy whole team, trained to explode ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\nMe - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\nAnd not a whimper 'til I'm gone\nThug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n(Ha ha ha)\n\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\nLookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\nWest coast ridah, comin right behind ya\nShould've never fucked wit meeee\nI want money hoes sex and weeeed\nI wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to fight tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n\nFor so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\nThey delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\nGot nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do, what you'll never do\nand that's ride for the cause\nYes I'll die for the cause\nYa best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo I'm dyin with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\nthen what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Amin born worthless\nThat's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n\nYour style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\nCausin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper half drug kingpin\nYer tellin fairy tales dunn\n\"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\nBut I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\nGettin rich, even though it's hard\nTryin to creep through these halls and brawls\nwithout scarred by a revolv'\nwith no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\nNow I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n\nShoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\nDon't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug niggaz on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug niggaz on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.09] Suge Shot Me\n[00:03.73] In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\n[00:07.50] just released another album under the alias Makaveli.\n[00:10.16] Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n[00:14.19] street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\n[00:17.67] Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\n[00:20.29] resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n[00:22.54] have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n[00:25.30] of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\n[00:28.61] Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n[00:32.09] excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n[00:34.01] on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n[00:38.52] Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n[00:42.60] and several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n[00:44.83] are understandably shaken up by this release.\n[00:47.25] The question everbody wants to know is --\n[00:49.50] why'd they get this nigga started?\n[00:51.52] Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n[00:54.72] but released this statement:\n[00:56.25] It's not about East or West\n[00:57.92] It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\n[01:00.96] riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n[01:04.40] These niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\n[01:15.59] You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\n[01:18.75] Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n[01:21.28] (All day, everyday)\n[01:22.29] It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n[01:23.45] (The pump in yo' ass)\n[01:24.14] This is it nigga! Killuminati style\n[01:26.84] (Outlaw lifestyle)\n[01:27.74] Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n[01:29.54] Allow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\n[01:31.78] Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\n[01:34.34] Niggaz get shook like 5-0\n[01:36.21] My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n[01:40.07] Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n[01:42.62] Let meduce the topic, then we drop it\n[01:44.72] Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n[01:47.24] Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n[01:50.06] I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n[01:52.27] Born on a dopefiend's titty. huh\n[01:54.69] In every city you'll find me\n[01:56.08] Look for trouble right behind me\n[01:57.42] My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\n[02:00.02] I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\n[02:02.78] I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\n[02:05.48] Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n[02:08.20] This for my dogs down to die for yours\n[02:10.11] Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n[02:12.56] Cut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\n[02:15.53] My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n[02:17.66] Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n[02:20.52] Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n[02:23.55] Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n[02:26.05] And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n[02:27.58] Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n[02:30.07] (Ha ha ha)\n[02:31.06] Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n[02:33.57] Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\n[02:35.76] I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\n[02:38.63] Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n[02:41.11] Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n[02:43.35] How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\n[02:46.24] West coast ridah, comin right behind ya\n[02:48.78] Should've never fucked wit meeee\n[02:50.95] I want money hoes sex and weeeed\n[02:53.39] I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n[02:56.52] We, bomb first when we ride\n[02:58.98] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[03:01.33] We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n[03:03.88] But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:06.75] We, bomb first when we ride\n[03:09.03] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[03:11.47] We ain't even come to fight tonight\n[03:14.37] But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:17.15] For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n[03:19.76] They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n[03:21.96] Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\n[03:24.25] I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n[03:26.86] With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n[03:29.32] And I be a soldier on a mission\n[03:30.89] Sent to do, what you'll never do\n[03:32.53] and that's ride for the cause\n[03:33.85] Yes I'll die for the cause\n[03:34.74] Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n[03:36.18] Yo I'm dyin with yours\n[03:37.33] Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\n[03:39.52] Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n[03:42.14] If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\n[03:44.70] then what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\n[03:47.48] E.D.I. Amin born worthless\n[03:49.47] That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n[03:52.22] Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n[03:59.73] Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\n[04:02.62] Half rapper half drug kingpin\n[04:04.11] Yer tellin fairy tales dunn\n[04:06.29] \"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\n[04:08.21] But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n[04:10.23] From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\n[04:12.87] Gettin rich, even though it's hard\n[04:14.75] Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls\n[04:16.62] without scarred by a revolv'\n[04:18.02] with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\n[04:20.39] Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n[04:22.89] Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\n[04:25.60] Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\n[04:28.24] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:30.66] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[04:33.16] G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n[04:35.70] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:38.42] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:40.88] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[04:43.48] G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n[04:46.06] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:55.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro Bomb First My Second Reply\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Don_Killuminati_The_7_Day_Theory\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Suge Shot Me\n  start_ms: 2090\n  end_ms: 3730\n- text: 'In today''s music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has'\n  start_ms: 3730\n  end_ms: 7500\n- text: just released another album under the alias Makaveli.\n  start_ms: 7500\n  end_ms: 10160\n- text: Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n  start_ms: 10160\n  end_ms: 14190\n- text: street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\n  start_ms: 14190\n  end_ms: 17670\n- text: Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\n  start_ms: 17670\n  end_ms: 20290\n- text: resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  start_ms: 20290\n  end_ms: 22540\n- text: have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  start_ms: 22540\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 28610\n- text: Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n  start_ms: 28610\n  end_ms: 32090\n- text: excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n  start_ms: 32090\n  end_ms: 34010\n- text: on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  start_ms: 34010\n  end_ms: 38520\n- text: Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  start_ms: 38520\n  end_ms: 42600\n- text: and several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  start_ms: 42600\n  end_ms: 44830\n- text: are understandably shaken up by this release.\n  start_ms: 44830\n  end_ms: 47250\n- text: The question everbody wants to know is --\n  start_ms: 47250\n  end_ms: 49500\n- text: why'd they get this nigga started?\n  start_ms: 49500\n  end_ms: 51520\n- text: Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n  start_ms: 51520\n  end_ms: 54720\n- text: 'but released this statement:'\n  start_ms: 54720\n  end_ms: 56250\n- text: It's not about East or West\n  start_ms: 56250\n  end_ms: 57920\n- text: It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\n  start_ms: 57920\n  end_ms: 60960\n- text: riders and punks. 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Which side are you on?\n\n  These niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\n  You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n\n  (All day, everyday)\n  It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n  (The pump in yo' ass)\n  This is it nigga! Killuminati style\n  (Outlaw lifestyle)\n  Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n\n  Allow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\n  Niggaz get shook like 5-0\n  My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let meduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n  Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Born on a dopefiend's titty. huh\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\n  I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\n  I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs down to die for yours\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n  Cut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\n  My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n  Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n  And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n  Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n  (Ha ha ha)\n\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\n  Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\n  West coast ridah, comin right behind ya\n  Should've never fucked wit meeee\n  I want money hoes sex and weeeed\n  I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  We ain't even come to fight tonight\n  But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n\n  For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n  They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do, what you'll never do\n  and that's ride for the cause\n  Yes I'll die for the cause\n  Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo I'm dyin with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\n  then what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Amin born worthless\n  That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n\n  Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n  Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper half drug kingpin\n  Yer tellin fairy tales dunn\n  \"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\n  But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n  From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\n  Gettin rich, even though it's hard\n  Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls\n  without scarred by a revolv'\n  with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\n  Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n\n  Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n  Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n  Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n"},{"id":36649021,"name":"Intro / Bomb First (My Second Reply)","trackName":"Intro / Bomb First (My Second Reply)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Suge Shot Me\n\nIn today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\nJust released another album under the alias Makaveli.\nMusic insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\nStreet dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\nAlthough no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\nResources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\nHave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\nOf not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\nNas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\nExcuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\nOn Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\nJay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\nAnd several other corny sounding motherfuckers\nAre understandably shaken up by this release.\nThe question everbody wants to know is --\nWhy'd they get this nigga started?\nTupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\nBut released this statement:\n\nIt's not about East or West\nIt's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\nRiders and punks. Which side are you on?\n\nThese niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\nYou niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\nAight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n\n(All day, everyday)\nIt's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n(The pump in yo' ass)\nThis is it nigga! Killuminati style\n(Outlaw lifestyle)\nMakaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n\nAllow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\nHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\nNiggaz get shook like 5-0\nMy forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\nMoney makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\nLet meduce the topic, then we drop it\nExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\nLocated world wide like the art of graffiti\nI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\nBorn on a dopefiend's titty. huh\nIn every city you'll find me\nLook for trouble right behind me\nMy Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\nI hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\nI'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\nGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\nThis for my dogs down to die for yours\nExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\nCut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\nMy whole team, trained to explode ride or die\nMurder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\nMe - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\nTwo big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\nAnd not a whimper 'til I'm gone\nThug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n(Ha ha ha)\n\nBye bye bye, let's get high and ride\nOh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\nI'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\nLookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\nWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\nHow many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\nWest coast ridah, comin right behind ya\nShould've never fucked wit meeee\nI want money hoes sex and weeeed\nI wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nWe ain't even come to fight tonight\nBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n\nFor so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\nThey delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\nGot nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\nI only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\nWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\nAnd I be a soldier on a mission\nSent to do, what you'll never do\nAnd that's ride for the cause\nYes I'll die for the cause\nYa best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\nYo I'm dyin with yours\nKamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\nGot a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\nIf you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\nThen what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\nE.D.I. Amin born worthless\nThat's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n\nYour style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\nCausin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\nHalf rapper half drug kingpin\nYer tellin fairy tales dunn\n\"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\nBut I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\nFrom the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\nGettin rich, even though it's hard\nTryin to creep through these halls and brawls\nWithout scarred by a revolv'\nWith no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\nNow I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n\nShoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\nDon't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug niggaz on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\nWe, bomb first when we ride\nPlease, reconsider 'fo you die\nG's, and thug niggaz on the rise\nPlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.09] Suge Shot Me\n[00:03.73] In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\n[00:07.50] Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.\n[00:10.16] Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n[00:14.19] Street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\n[00:17.67] Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\n[00:20.29] Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n[00:22.54] Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n[00:25.30] Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\n[00:28.61] Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n[00:32.09] Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n[00:34.01] On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n[00:38.52] Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n[00:42.60] And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n[00:44.83] Are understandably shaken up by this release.\n[00:47.25] The question everbody wants to know is --\n[00:49.50] Why'd they get this nigga started?\n[00:51.52] Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n[00:54.72] But released this statement:\n[00:56.25] It's not about East or West\n[00:57.92] It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\n[01:00.96] Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n[01:04.40] These niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\n[01:15.59] You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\n[01:18.75] Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n[01:21.28] (All day, everyday)\n[01:22.29] It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n[01:23.45] (The pump in yo' ass)\n[01:24.14] This is it nigga! Killuminati style\n[01:26.84] (Outlaw lifestyle)\n[01:27.74] Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n[01:29.54] Allow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\n[01:31.78] Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\n[01:34.34] Niggaz get shook like 5-0\n[01:36.21] My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n[01:40.07] Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n[01:42.62] Let meduce the topic, then we drop it\n[01:44.72] Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n[01:47.24] Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n[01:50.06] I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n[01:52.27] Born on a dopefiend's titty. huh\n[01:54.69] In every city you'll find me\n[01:56.08] Look for trouble right behind me\n[01:57.42] My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\n[02:00.02] I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\n[02:02.78] I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\n[02:05.48] Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n[02:08.20] This for my dogs down to die for yours\n[02:10.11] Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n[02:12.56] Cut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\n[02:15.53] My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n[02:17.66] Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n[02:20.52] Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n[02:23.55] Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n[02:26.05] And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n[02:27.58] Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n[02:30.07] (Ha ha ha)\n[02:31.06] Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n[02:33.57] Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\n[02:35.76] I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\n[02:38.63] Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n[02:41.11] Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n[02:43.35] How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\n[02:46.24] West coast ridah, comin right behind ya\n[02:48.78] Should've never fucked wit meeee\n[02:50.95] I want money hoes sex and weeeed\n[02:53.39] I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n[02:56.52] We, bomb first when we ride\n[02:58.98] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[03:01.33] We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n[03:03.88] But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:06.75] We, bomb first when we ride\n[03:09.03] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[03:11.47] We ain't even come to fight tonight\n[03:14.37] But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n[03:17.15] For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n[03:19.76] They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n[03:21.96] Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\n[03:24.25] I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n[03:26.86] With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n[03:29.32] And I be a soldier on a mission\n[03:30.89] Sent to do, what you'll never do\n[03:32.53] And that's ride for the cause\n[03:33.85] Yes I'll die for the cause\n[03:34.74] Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n[03:36.18] Yo I'm dyin with yours\n[03:37.33] Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\n[03:39.52] Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n[03:42.14] If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\n[03:44.70] Then what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\n[03:47.48] E.D.I. Amin born worthless\n[03:49.47] That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n[03:52.22] Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n[03:59.73] Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\n[04:02.62] Half rapper half drug kingpin\n[04:04.11] Yer tellin fairy tales dunn\n[04:06.29] \"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\n[04:08.21] But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n[04:10.23] From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\n[04:12.87] Gettin rich, even though it's hard\n[04:14.75] Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls\n[04:16.62] Without scarred by a revolv'\n[04:18.02] With no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\n[04:20.39] Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n[04:22.89] Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\n[04:25.60] Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\n[04:28.24] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:30.66] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[04:33.16] G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n[04:35.70] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:38.42] We, bomb first when we ride\n[04:40.88] Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n[04:43.48] G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n[04:46.06] Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n[04:55.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro / Bomb First (My Second Reply)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory'\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Suge Shot Me\n  start_ms: 2090\n  end_ms: 3730\n- text: 'In today''s music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has'\n  start_ms: 3730\n  end_ms: 7500\n- text: Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.\n  start_ms: 7500\n  end_ms: 10160\n- text: Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n  start_ms: 10160\n  end_ms: 14190\n- text: Street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\n  start_ms: 14190\n  end_ms: 17670\n- text: Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\n  start_ms: 17670\n  end_ms: 20290\n- text: Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  start_ms: 20290\n  end_ms: 22540\n- text: Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  start_ms: 22540\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 28610\n- text: Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n  start_ms: 28610\n  end_ms: 32090\n- text: Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n  start_ms: 32090\n  end_ms: 34010\n- text: On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  start_ms: 34010\n  end_ms: 38520\n- text: Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  start_ms: 38520\n  end_ms: 42600\n- text: And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  start_ms: 42600\n  end_ms: 44830\n- text: Are understandably shaken up by this release.\n  start_ms: 44830\n  end_ms: 47250\n- text: The question everbody wants to know is --\n  start_ms: 47250\n  end_ms: 49500\n- text: Why'd they get this nigga started?\n  start_ms: 49500\n  end_ms: 51520\n- text: Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n  start_ms: 51520\n  end_ms: 54720\n- text: 'But released this statement:'\n  start_ms: 54720\n  end_ms: 56250\n- text: It's not about East or West\n  start_ms: 56250\n  end_ms: 57920\n- text: It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\n  start_ms: 57920\n  end_ms: 60960\n- text: Riders and punks. 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None can serve us\n  start_ms: 224700\n  end_ms: 227480\n- text: E.D.I. Amin born worthless\n  start_ms: 227480\n  end_ms: 229470\n- text: That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n  start_ms: 229470\n  end_ms: 232220\n- text: Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n  start_ms: 232220\n  end_ms: 239730\n- text: Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\n  start_ms: 239730\n  end_ms: 242620\n- text: Half rapper half drug kingpin\n  start_ms: 242620\n  end_ms: 244110\n- text: Yer tellin fairy tales dunn\n  start_ms: 244110\n  end_ms: 246290\n- text: '\"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?'\n  start_ms: 246290\n  end_ms: 248210\n- text: But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n  start_ms: 248210\n  end_ms: 250230\n- text: From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\n  start_ms: 250230\n  end_ms: 252870\n- text: Gettin rich, even though it's hard\n  start_ms: 252870\n  end_ms: 254750\n- text: Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls\n  start_ms: 254750\n  end_ms: 256620\n- text: Without scarred by a revolv'\n  start_ms: 256620\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: With no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 260390\n- text: Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n  start_ms: 260390\n  end_ms: 262890\n- text: Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\n  start_ms: 262890\n  end_ms: 265600\n- text: Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\n  start_ms: 265600\n  end_ms: 268240\n- text: We, bomb first when we ride\n  start_ms: 268240\n  end_ms: 270660\n- text: Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  start_ms: 270660\n  end_ms: 273160\n- text: G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n  start_ms: 273160\n  end_ms: 275700\n- text: Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n  start_ms: 275700\n  end_ms: 278420\n- text: We, bomb first when we ride\n  start_ms: 278420\n  end_ms: 280880\n- text: Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  start_ms: 280880\n  end_ms: 283480\n- text: G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n  start_ms: 283480\n  end_ms: 286060\n- text: Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n  start_ms: 286060\n  end_ms: 295530\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295530\nplain: |-\n  Suge Shot Me\n\n  In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has\n  Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.\n  Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist\n  Street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.\n  Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;\n  Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers\n  Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character\n  Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.\n  Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac\n  Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault\n  On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers\n  Jay-Z, from \"Hawaiian Sophie\" fame, Big Little whatever\n  And several other corny sounding motherfuckers\n  Are understandably shaken up by this release.\n  The question everbody wants to know is --\n  Why'd they get this nigga started?\n  Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment\n  But released this statement:\n\n  It's not about East or West\n  It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money,\n  Riders and punks. Which side are you on?\n\n  These niggaz is still fuckin talkin?\n  You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight\n  Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches\n\n  (All day, everyday)\n  It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers\n  (The pump in yo' ass)\n  This is it nigga! Killuminati style\n  (Outlaw lifestyle)\n  Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!\n\n  Allow me toduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don\n  Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran\n  Niggaz get shook like 5-0\n  My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival\n  Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets\n  Let meduce the topic, then we drop it\n  Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?\n  Located world wide like the art of graffiti\n  I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty\n  Born on a dopefiend's titty. huh\n  In every city you'll find me\n  Look for trouble right behind me\n  My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?\n  I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare\n  I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmare\n  Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall\n  This for my dogs down to die for yours\n  Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em\n  Cut 'em down. to Hell is where we send 'em\n  My whole team, trained to explode ride or die\n  Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry\n  Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater\n  Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters\n  And not a whimper 'til I'm gone\n  Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong\n  (Ha ha ha)\n\n  Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride\n  Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry\n  I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too\n  Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you\n  Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe\n  How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!\n  West coast ridah, comin right behind ya\n  Should've never fucked wit meeee\n  I want money hoes sex and weeeed\n  I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!\n\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight\n  But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  We ain't even come to fight tonight\n  But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first\n\n  For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays\n  They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers\n  Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go\n  I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row\n  With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general\n  And I be a soldier on a mission\n  Sent to do, what you'll never do\n  And that's ride for the cause\n  Yes I'll die for the cause\n  Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch\n  Yo I'm dyin with yours\n  Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi\n  Got a little question for that nigga that made \"Paparazzi\"\n  If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne\n  Then what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us\n  E.D.I. Amin born worthless\n  That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!\n\n  Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather\n  Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough\n  Half rapper half drug kingpin\n  Yer tellin fairy tales dunn\n  \"King of New York,\" like you the motherfuckin one?\n  But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit\n  From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips\n  Gettin rich, even though it's hard\n  Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls\n  Without scarred by a revolv'\n  With no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five\n  Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time\n\n  Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin\n  Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n  Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n  We, bomb first when we ride\n  Please, reconsider 'fo you die\n  G's, and thug niggaz on the rise\n  Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first\n"}]