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Ransom","albumName":"Son of G Rap","duration":138.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, yo, yo\nUh, told these niggas, man\nI ain't motherfuckin' playin', man\nKnow I'm sayin'?\nRight, let's go\nTrust, nigga\nHuh, right, let's go\nAyo\n\nMy closet filled with mostly furs\nAnd all the guns I collected, prayin' one day we hopefully purge\nMy shooters is real low preserved, could go for nerds\nWolves in sheep clothing, they roll in herds\nFrom the dirt, so we chose to splurge\nI'm most concerned with gettin' money\nFuckin' bitches and smokin' herb\n\nThis for my niggas that open birds and choke the curb\nThem the niggas that know my verses is spoken word\nWhen I speak, it's mostly verbs\nI call shots and they listen, I'm seldom seen but mostly heard\nSeen niggas catch cases over words\nI ain't braggin' or boastin', I'm only\nApproachin' who I'm 'posed to serve\nShittin' like it's a bowl of turds\nI left the whip fishbowl, that's just to get on your homie nerves\n\nNiggas actin' like I don't deserve\nThe Benz sign hangin' over the door like it say, \"Don't disturb\"\nTrust\n\nBuried in gold like a pharaoh from Egypt, battle strategic\n\nLeave your parents and fetus paraplegic\nIn agreeance with elitists while talkin' ballots and secrets\nMystifyin' like a gypsy who read a tarot to speak with\nAnd if you married the street shit, I'm forced to shoot ya\nI let it ring, from one knee I'm proposin' niggas divorce to future\nAll you think about is the whores and hookah\nThe scene ugly, but I came back clean, nigga, I brought the lufra\n\nGame nice, I was born with the vocal cords of Luther\nBack when I was poor and couldn't afford the boosters\nNow I'm arrivin' in elegant fabrics, buck on the dash\nShorty showin' no class how she yellin' in traffic\nCriminal minds and felony tactics\nMany theatrics, penalty's graphic, I tend to be accurate\n\nI'm trainin' mics like Cus D'Amato while fuckin' models\nStuffin' hollows and blowin' Dracos, labelled the Russian Drago\n\nYo, I wanna see you, nigga\nYo, yo, yo, yo","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.18] Yo, yo, yo\n[00:04.19] Uh, told these niggas, man\n[00:07.05] I ain't motherfuckin' playin', man\n[00:08.44] Know I'm sayin'?\n[00:10.04] Right, let's go\n[00:12.74] Trust, nigga\n[00:14.34] Huh, right, let's go\n[00:19.98] Ayo\n[00:20.84] My closet filled with mostly furs\n[00:22.91] And all the guns I collected, prayin' one day we hopefully purge\n[00:26.77] My shooters is real low preserved, could go for nerds\n[00:29.82] Wolves in sheep clothing, they roll in herds\n[00:32.52] From the dirt, so we chose to splurge\n[00:34.54] I'm most concerned with gettin' money\n[00:36.36] Fuckin' bitches and smokin' herb\n[00:38.37] This for my niggas that open birds and choke the curb\n[00:41.29] Them the niggas that know my verses is spoken word\n[00:44.18] When I speak, it's mostly verbs\n[00:46.22] I call shots and they listen, I'm seldom seen but mostly heard\n[00:49.72] Seen niggas catch cases over words\n[00:52.08] I ain't braggin' or boastin', I'm only\n[00:53.78] Approachin' who I'm 'posed to serve\n[00:55.70] Shittin' like it's a bowl of turds\n[00:57.80] I left the whip fishbowl, that's just to get on your homie nerves\n[01:01.66] Niggas actin' like I don't deserve\n[01:03.63] The Benz sign hangin' over the door like it say, \"Don't disturb\"\n[01:06.66] Trust\n[01:07.02] Buried in gold like a pharaoh from Egypt, battle strategic\n[01:10.35] Leave your parents and fetus paraplegic\n[01:12.55] In agreeance with elitists while talkin' ballots and secrets\n[01:15.58] Mystifyin' like a gypsy who read a tarot to speak with\n[01:18.37] And if you married the street shit, I'm forced to shoot ya\n[01:21.16] I let it ring, from one knee I'm proposin' niggas divorce to future\n[01:24.77] All you think about is the whores and hookah\n[01:26.86] The scene ugly, but I came back clean, nigga, I brought the lufra\n[01:30.72] Game nice, I was born with the vocal cords of Luther\n[01:33.61] Back when I was poor and couldn't afford the boosters\n[01:36.45] Now I'm arrivin' in elegant fabrics, buck on the dash\n[01:39.44] Shorty showin' no class how she yellin' in traffic\n[01:42.18] Criminal minds and felony tactics\n[01:44.35] Many theatrics, penalty's graphic, I tend to be accurate\n[01:47.99] I'm trainin' mics like Cus D'Amato while fuckin' models\n[01:50.62] Stuffin' hollows and blowin' Dracos, labelled the Russian Drago\n[01:56.48] Yo, I wanna see you, nigga\n[02:01.93] Yo, yo, yo, yo\n[02:18.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Landmine\n  artist: Kool G Rap, 38 Spesh feat. 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