[{"id":11302974,"name":"If I Die 2Nite","trackName":"If I Die 2Nite","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A coward dies a thousand deaths\nA soldier dies but once\n\nThey say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols\nPlotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you\nPicturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas\nPuffing weed as I position myself to clock G's\nMy enemies scatter in suicidal situations\nNever to witness the wicked shit that they was facin'\nPockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches\nEvading the playa hating tricks while hitting switches\nBitches is bad-mouth, 'cause brawling motherfuckers is bold\nBut charge them hoes; the game should be sold\nI'm sick of psychotic society, somebody save me\nAddicted to drama, so even Mama couldn't raise me\nEven the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me\nI run in the streets and puffing weed with my peeps\nI'm duckin' the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my Glock\n\nNiggas is hot when I hit the block; what if I die tonight?\n\nIf I die tonight\n\nIf I die tonight\n\nFuck it, If I die tonight\n\nTonight's the night I get in some shit\n\nPolish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump\nWhen I get to poppin', niggas is droppin' then they done\nCalling the coroner, come collect the fucking corpse\nHe got hit by a killer, preoccupied with being boss\nRevenge is the method\nWhenever steppin', keep a weapon close\nAdversaries are overdosed over deadly notes\nJealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails\nHit the block and fill your pockets, making crack sales\nPicture perfection, pursuing paper with a passion\nVisions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted\nRunning with criminals individuals with no remorse\nTry to stop me, my pistol posse's using deadly force\nIn my brain all I can think about is fame\n\nThe police know my name\nA different game, ain't a thing changed\nI'm seeing cemetery photos of my peers\nConversating like they still here; if I die tonight\n\nIf I die tonight\n\nScare to die nigga, is ya, ha?\n\nIf I die tonight\nNever fear, never worry\nIf I die tonight\nTonight's the night I get in some shit\n\nPussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols\nPlotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you\nPray to the Heaven's, .357's to the sky\nAnd I hope I'm forgiven for thug livin' when I die\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto for thug niggas\nA stress free life and a spot for drug dealers\nPissing while practicing how to pimp and be a playa\nOverdose of a dick while drinking liquor when I lay her\nPistol whippin' these simps, for being petrified and lame\nDisrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain\nGoing insane, never die, I live eternal, who shall I fear?\n\nDon't shed a tear for me, nigga, I ain't happy here\nI hope they bury me and send me to my rest\nHeadlines reading 'Murdered to death', my last breath\nTake a look, picture a crook on his last stand\nMotherfuckers don't understand; if I die tonight\n\nNigga!, If I die tonight\nNo fear nigga, never worry\n\nIf I die tonight\nBury me a motherfucking G, closed casket fuck it\n\nIf I die tonight\nYou know\nTonight's the night I get in some shit\n\nKill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\nKill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\nKill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n\"Tonight's the night I get in some shit\"\nKill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n\nKill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.35] A coward dies a thousand deaths\n[00:02.85] A soldier dies but once\n[00:09.74] They say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols\n[00:12.14] Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you\n[00:14.24] Picturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas\n[00:17.28] Puffing weed as I position myself to clock G's\n[00:20.04] My enemies scatter in suicidal situations\n[00:22.31] Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin'\n[00:25.57] Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches\n[00:27.72] Evading the playa hating tricks while hitting switches\n[00:30.32] Bitches is bad-mouth, 'cause brawling motherfuckers is bold\n[00:33.94] But charge them hoes; the game should be sold\n[00:36.97] I'm sick of psychotic society, somebody save me\n[00:38.67] Addicted to drama, so even Mama couldn't raise me\n[00:41.39] Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me\n[00:43.78] I run in the streets and puffing weed with my peeps\n[00:45.82] I'm duckin' the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my Glock\n[00:49.62] Niggas is hot when I hit the block; what if I die tonight?\n[00:51.68] If I die tonight\n[00:54.29] \n[00:57.08] If I die tonight\n[00:59.82] \n[01:03.41] Fuck it, If I die tonight\n[01:06.08] \n[01:12.51] Tonight's the night I get in some shit\n[01:14.17] Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump\n[01:16.03] When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin' then they done\n[01:18.96] Calling the coroner, come collect the fucking corpse\n[01:21.32] He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with being boss\n[01:24.26] Revenge is the method\n[01:25.85] Whenever steppin', keep a weapon close\n[01:26.58] Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes\n[01:28.07] Jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails\n[01:31.76] Hit the block and fill your pockets, making crack sales\n[01:34.88] Picture perfection, pursuing paper with a passion\n[01:37.27] Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted\n[01:40.12] Running with criminals individuals with no remorse\n[01:42.11] Try to stop me, my pistol posse's using deadly force\n[01:44.85] In my brain all I can think about is fame\n[01:47.34] The police know my name\n[01:48.88] A different game, ain't a thing changed\n[01:49.95] I'm seeing cemetery photos of my peers\n[01:52.89] Conversating like they still here; if I die tonight\n[01:55.12] If I die tonight\n[01:57.58] \n[02:01.38] Scare to die nigga, is ya, ha?\n[02:05.13] If I die tonight\n[02:07.38] Never fear, never worry\n[02:11.76] If I die tonight\n[02:15.03] Tonight's the night I get in some shit\n[02:16.18] Pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols\n[02:18.98] Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you\n[02:20.96] Pray to the Heaven's, .357's to the sky\n[02:24.06] And I hope I'm forgiven for thug livin' when I die\n[02:26.16] I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto for thug niggas\n[02:31.25] A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers\n[02:32.66] Pissing while practicing how to pimp and be a playa\n[02:36.02] Overdose of a dick while drinking liquor when I lay her\n[02:37.59] Pistol whippin' these simps, for being petrified and lame\n[02:39.63] Disrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain\n[02:42.15] Going insane, never die, I live eternal, who shall I fear?\n[02:46.54] Don't shed a tear for me, nigga, I ain't happy here\n[02:49.18] I hope they bury me and send me to my rest\n[02:52.33] Headlines reading 'Murdered to death', my last breath\n[02:53.82] Take a look, picture a crook on his last stand\n[02:57.14] Motherfuckers don't understand; if I die tonight\n[03:00.50] Nigga!, If I die tonight\n[03:06.28] No fear nigga, never worry\n[03:09.07] If I die tonight\n[03:11.32] Bury me a motherfucking G, closed casket fuck it\n[03:14.33] If I die tonight\n[03:17.82] You know\n[03:18.81] Tonight's the night I get in some shit\n[03:20.69] Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n[03:26.31] Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n[03:31.03] Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n[03:35.67] \"Tonight's the night I get in some shit\"\n[03:39.85] Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n[03:43.07] \n[03:50.12] Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n[03:51.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: If I Die 2Nite\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: A coward dies a thousand deaths\n  start_ms: 1350\n  end_ms: 2850\n- text: A soldier dies but once\n 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on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you\n  Picturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas\n  Puffing weed as I position myself to clock G's\n  My enemies scatter in suicidal situations\n  Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin'\n  Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches\n  Evading the playa hating tricks while hitting switches\n  Bitches is bad-mouth, 'cause brawling motherfuckers is bold\n  But charge them hoes; the game should be sold\n  I'm sick of psychotic society, somebody save me\n  Addicted to drama, so even Mama couldn't raise me\n  Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me\n  I run in the streets and puffing weed with my peeps\n  I'm duckin' the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my Glock\n\n  Niggas is hot when I hit the block; what if I die tonight?\n\n  If I die tonight\n\n  If I die tonight\n\n  Fuck it, If I die tonight\n\n  Tonight's the night I get in some shit\n\n  Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump\n  When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin' then they done\n  Calling the coroner, come collect the fucking corpse\n  He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with being boss\n  Revenge is the method\n  Whenever steppin', keep a weapon close\n  Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes\n  Jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails\n  Hit the block and fill your pockets, making crack sales\n  Picture perfection, pursuing paper with a passion\n  Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted\n  Running with criminals individuals with no remorse\n  Try to stop me, my pistol posse's using deadly force\n  In my brain all I can think about is fame\n\n  The police know my name\n  A different game, ain't a thing changed\n  I'm seeing cemetery photos of my peers\n  Conversating like they still here; if I die tonight\n\n  If I die tonight\n\n  Scare to die nigga, is ya, ha?\n\n  If I die tonight\n  Never fear, never worry\n  If I die tonight\n  Tonight's the night I get in some shit\n\n  Pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols\n  Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you\n  Pray to the Heaven's, .357's to the sky\n  And I hope I'm forgiven for thug livin' when I die\n  I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto for thug niggas\n  A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers\n  Pissing while practicing how to pimp and be a playa\n  Overdose of a dick while drinking liquor when I lay her\n  Pistol whippin' these simps, for being petrified and lame\n  Disrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain\n  Going insane, never die, I live eternal, who shall I fear?\n\n  Don't shed a tear for me, nigga, I ain't happy here\n  I hope they bury me and send me to my rest\n  Headlines reading 'Murdered to death', my last breath\n  Take a look, picture a crook on his last stand\n  Motherfuckers don't understand; if I die tonight\n\n  Nigga!, If I die tonight\n  No fear nigga, never worry\n\n  If I die tonight\n  Bury me a motherfucking G, closed casket fuck it\n\n  If I die tonight\n  You know\n  Tonight's the night I get in some shit\n\n  Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n  Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n  Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n  \"Tonight's the night I get in some shit\"\n  Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n\n  Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n"},{"id":9012210,"name":"If I Die 2Nite","trackName":"If I Die 2Nite","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"100% 2Pac","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"A coward dies a thousand deaths\nA soldier dies but once\n\nThey say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols\nPlotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you\nPicturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas\nPuffing weed as I position myself to clock G's\nMy enemies scatter in suicidal situations\nNever to witness the wicked shit that they was facin'\nPockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches\nEvading the playa hating tricks while hitting switches\nBitches is bad-mouth, 'cause brawling motherfuckers is bold\nBut charge them hoes; the game should be sold\nI'm sick of psychotic society, somebody save me\nAddicted to drama, so even Mama couldn't raise me\nEven the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me\nI run in the streets and puffing weed with my peeps\nI'm duckin' the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my Glock\n\nNiggas is hot when I hit the block; what if I die tonight?\n\nIf I die tonight\n\nIf I die tonight\n\nFuck it, If I die tonight\n\nTonight's the night I get in some shit\n\nPolish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump\nWhen I get to poppin', niggas is droppin' then they done\nCalling the coroner, come collect the fucking corpse\nHe got hit by a killer, preoccupied with being boss\nRevenge is the method\nWhenever steppin', keep a weapon close\nAdversaries are overdosed over deadly notes\nJealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails\nHit the block and fill your pockets, making crack sales\nPicture perfection, pursuing paper with a passion\nVisions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted\nRunning with criminals individuals with no remorse\nTry to stop me, my pistol posse's using deadly force\nIn my brain all I can think about is fame\n\nThe police know my name\nA different game, ain't a thing changed\nI'm seeing cemetery photos of my peers\nConversating like they still here; if I die tonight\n\nIf I die tonight\n\nScare to die nigga, is ya, ha?\n\nIf I die tonight\nNever fear, never worry\nIf I die tonight\nTonight's the night I get in some shit\n\nPussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols\nPlotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you\nPray to the Heaven's, .357's to the sky\nAnd I hope I'm forgiven for thug livin' when I die\nI wonder if Heaven got a ghetto for thug niggas\nA stress free life and a spot for drug dealers\nPissing while practicing how to pimp and be a playa\nOverdose of a dick while drinking liquor when I lay her\nPistol whippin' these simps, for being petrified and lame\nDisrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain\nGoing insane, never die, I live eternal, who shall I fear?\n\nDon't shed a tear for me, nigga, I ain't happy here\nI hope they bury me and send me to my rest\nHeadlines reading 'Murdered to death', my last breath\nTake a look, picture a crook on his last stand\nMotherfuckers don't understand; if I die tonight\n\nNigga!, If I die tonight\nNo fear nigga, never worry\n\nIf I die tonight\nBury me a motherfucking G, closed casket fuck it\n\nIf I die tonight\nYou know\nTonight's the night I get in some shit\n\nKill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\nKill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\nKill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n\"Tonight's the night I get in some shit\"\nKill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n\nKill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.35] A coward dies a thousand deaths\n[00:02.85] A soldier dies but once\n[00:09.74] They say pussy and paper is 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hoes; the game should be sold\n[00:36.97] I'm sick of psychotic society, somebody save me\n[00:38.67] Addicted to drama, so even Mama couldn't raise me\n[00:41.39] Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me\n[00:43.78] I run in the streets and puffing weed with my peeps\n[00:45.82] I'm duckin' the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my Glock\n[00:49.62] Niggas is hot when I hit the block; what if I die tonight?\n[00:51.68] If I die tonight\n[00:54.29] \n[00:57.08] If I die tonight\n[00:59.82] \n[01:03.41] Fuck it, If I die tonight\n[01:06.08] \n[01:12.51] Tonight's the night I get in some shit\n[01:14.17] Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump\n[01:16.03] When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin' then they done\n[01:18.96] Calling the coroner, come collect the fucking corpse\n[01:21.32] He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with being boss\n[01:24.26] Revenge is the method\n[01:25.85] Whenever steppin', keep a weapon close\n[01:26.58] Adversaries are 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Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n"},{"id":12639295,"name":"2 - 2Pac - If I Die 2Nite","trackName":"2 - 2Pac - If I Die 2Nite","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Me Against The World","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A coward dies a thousand deaths\nA soldier dies but once\n\nThey say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols\nPlotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you\nPicturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas\nPuffing weed as I position myself to clock G's\nMy enemies scatter in suicidal situations\nNever to witness the wicked shit that they was facin'\nPockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches\nEvading the playa hating tricks while hitting switches\nBitches is bad-mouth, 'cause brawling motherfuckers is bold\nBut charge them hoes; the game should be sold\nI'm sick of psychotic society, somebody save me\nAddicted to drama, so even Mama couldn't raise me\nEven the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach 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hoes; the game should be sold\n[00:30.91] I'm sick of psychotic society, somebody save me\n[00:33.37] Addicted to drama, so even Mama couldn't raise me\n[00:35.62] Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me\n[00:38.22] I run in the streets and puffing weed with my peeps\n[00:40.74] I'm duckin' the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my Glock\n[00:43.86] Niggas is hot when I hit the block; what if I die tonight?\n[00:47.17] If I die tonight\n[00:54.49] If I die tonight\n[00:57.78] Fuck it, If I die tonight\n[01:04.42] Tonight's the night I get in some shit\n[01:08.92] Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump\n[01:10.78] When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin' then they done\n[01:12.78] Calling the coroner, come collect the fucking corpse\n[01:15.10] He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with being boss\n[01:17.70] Revenge is the method\n[01:19.77] Whenever steppin', keep a weapon close\n[01:21.23] Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes\n[01:23.36] 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tricks while hitting switches\n[00:30.32] Bitches is bad-mouth, 'cause brawling motherfuckers is bold\n[00:33.94] But charge them hoes; the game should be sold\n[00:36.97] I'm sick of psychotic society, somebody save me\n[00:38.67] Addicted to drama, so even Mama couldn't raise me\n[00:41.39] Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me\n[00:43.78] I run in the streets and puffing weed with my peeps\n[00:45.82] I'm duckin' the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my Glock\n[00:49.62] Niggas is hot when I hit the block; what if I die tonight?\n[00:51.68] If I die tonight\n[00:54.29] \n[00:57.08] If I die tonight\n[00:59.82] \n[01:03.41] Fuck it, If I die tonight\n[01:06.08] \n[01:12.51] Tonight's the night I get in some shit\n[01:14.17] Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump\n[01:16.03] When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin' then they done\n[01:18.96] Calling the coroner, come collect the fucking corpse\n[01:21.32] He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with 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pussies that I blasted\n  Running with criminals, individuals with no remorse\n  Try to stop me, my pistol posse using deadly force\n  In my brain all I can think about is fame\n  The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed\n  I'm seeing cemetery photos of my peers\n  Conversatin' like they still here, if I die tonight\n  If I die tonight\n  Scared to die, nigga, is ya, huh?\n  If I die tonight\n  Never fear, never worry\n  If I die tonight\n  (Tonight's the night I get in some shit)\n  Pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols\n  Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you\n  Pray to the heavens, .357's to the sky\n  And I hope I'm forgiven for thug living when I die\n  I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto for thug niggas\n  A stress-free life and a spot for drug dealers\n  Pissing while practicing how to pimp and be a player\n  Overdose of a dick, while drinking liquor when I lay her\n  Pistol whipping these simps, for being petrified and lame\n  Disrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain\n  Going insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?\n  Don't shed a tear for me, nigga, I ain't happy here\n  I hope they bury me and send me to my rest\n  Headlines reading, \"Murdered to death\", my last breath\n  Take a look, picture a crook on his last stand\n  Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight\n  Nigga, if I die tonight\n  No fear, nigga, never worry\n  If I die tonight\n  Bury me a motherfuckin' G, closed casket, fuck it\n  If I die tonight\n  You know\n  (Tonight's the night I get in some shit)\n  Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n  Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n  Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n  (Tonight's the night I get in some shit)\n  Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n  Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\n"}]