[{"id":28853463,"name":"In My Hood","trackName":"In My Hood","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"50 Cent","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas screw they face up at me\nOn some real shit son they don't want beef\nI cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray\nThere ain't a shell left in my heat\nY'all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down\nYou get hit with AK round, your ass ain't gon' make it\nYou niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out\nHave you on the concrete shivering and shaking\nI'm from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode\nIf you feel like you're on fire, boy drop and roll\nNiggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold\nNow you can be a victim or you can lock and load\nThe party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck\nGimme a second I'mma holla, I'mma see whassup\nI got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk\nCarve your ass up nice you play me like a punk\n\nIn my hood - niggas got love for me\nBut I don't go nowhere without my strap\nIn my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\nAnd niggas just don't know how to act\nIn my hood - niggas is grimey\nI stay on point, I roll with my gat\nIn my hood - niggas might buck at me\nSo I keep something around to buck back\nIn my hood\n\nI don't trust a muh'fuckin soul\nWhen the D's come they fold, on my first case they told\nWhere I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth\nNiggas'll come to your place, put a gun in your face\nTell you open the safe, as your heart start to race\nCause a robbery could turn into a homo' case\nCo-operate, or Doc'll have to operate\nNiggas I'll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake\nTrust me son, niggas'll go hard for that cake\nThese thirsty niggas are lurking, you'll have to catch 'em and merk 'em\nI'm observing in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing\nShots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running\nThey make it harder and harder to pump on the block\nI'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm 'sposed to eat when it's hot?\n\nIn my hood - niggas got love for me\nBut I don't go nowhere without my strap\nIn my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\nAnd niggas just don't know how to act\nIn my hood - niggas is grimey\nI stay on point, I roll with my gat\nIn my hood - niggas might buck at me\nSo I keep something around to buck back\nIn my hood\n\nThe house party off the hook until them shots go off\nWell that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff\nYou shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin\nCrack money slow so you know niggas is trippin\nShorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin\nSheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline\nPeep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley\nLook at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali\nThe grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up\nYou shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up\nIt ain't good to do good in my hood\nYou know not to do good now\n\nIn my hood - niggas got love for me\nBut I don't go nowhere without my strap\nIn my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\nAnd niggas just don't know how to act\nIn my hood - niggas is grimey\nI stay on point, I roll with my gat\nIn my hood - niggas might buck at me\nSo I keep something around to buck back\nIn my hood","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.68] Niggas screw they face up at me\n[00:02.28] On some real shit son they don't want beef\n[00:04.40] I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray\n[00:07.30] There ain't a shell left in my heat\n[00:10.06] Y'all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down\n[00:12.93] You get hit with AK round, your ass ain't gon' make it\n[00:15.26] You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out\n[00:18.53] Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking\n[00:20.55] I'm from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode\n[00:23.75] If you feel like you're on fire, boy drop and roll\n[00:26.78] Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold\n[00:29.47] Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load\n[00:31.86] The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck\n[00:34.67] Gimme a second I'mma holla, I'mma see whassup\n[00:37.36] I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk\n[00:40.02] Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk\n[00:42.31] In my hood - niggas got love for me\n[00:45.25] But I don't go nowhere without my strap\n[00:47.34] In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\n[00:50.28] And niggas just don't know how to act\n[00:52.25] In my hood - niggas is grimey\n[00:56.09] I stay on point, I roll with my gat\n[00:58.62] In my hood - niggas might buck at me\n[01:01.28] So I keep something around to buck back\n[01:03.53] In my hood\n[01:04.68] I don't trust a muh'fuckin soul\n[01:06.55] When the D's come they fold, on my first case they told\n[01:09.23] Where I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth\n[01:11.97] Niggas'll come to your place, put a gun in your face\n[01:14.67] Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race\n[01:17.55] Cause a robbery could turn into a homo' case\n[01:19.76] Co-operate, or Doc'll have to operate\n[01:23.16] Niggas I'll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake\n[01:25.15] Trust me son, niggas'll go hard for that cake\n[01:27.46] These thirsty niggas are lurking, you'll have to catch 'em and merk 'em\n[01:30.62] I'm observing in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing\n[01:33.59] Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running\n[01:35.83] They make it harder and harder to pump on the block\n[01:38.55] I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm 'sposed to eat when it's hot?\n[01:41.14] In my hood - niggas got love for me\n[01:42.98] But I don't go nowhere without my strap\n[01:46.03] In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\n[01:49.02] And niggas just don't know how to act\n[01:51.04] In my hood - niggas is grimey\n[01:54.50] I stay on point, I roll with my gat\n[01:56.08] In my hood - niggas might buck at me\n[01:59.77] So I keep something around to buck back\n[02:02.32] In my hood\n[02:03.33] The house party off the hook until them shots go off\n[02:05.32] Well that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff\n[02:08.11] You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin\n[02:10.59] Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin\n[02:13.22] Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin\n[02:16.13] Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline\n[02:18.77] Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley\n[02:21.36] Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali\n[02:24.02] The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up\n[02:27.13] You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up\n[02:29.69] It ain't good to do good in my hood\n[02:32.19] You know not to do good now\n[02:34.80] In my hood - niggas got love for me\n[02:36.93] But I don't go nowhere without my strap\n[02:39.47] In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\n[02:42.66] And niggas just don't know how to act\n[02:44.99] In my hood - niggas is grimey\n[02:47.92] I stay on point, I roll with my gat\n[02:50.18] In my hood - niggas might buck at me\n[02:53.38] So I keep something around to buck back\n[02:55.86] In my hood\n[03:49.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In My Hood\n  artist: 50 Cent\n  album: 50 Cent\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggas screw they face up at me\n  start_ms: 680\n  end_ms: 2280\n- text: On some real shit son they don't want beef\n  start_ms: 2280\n  end_ms: 4400\n- text: I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray\n  start_ms: 4400\n  end_ms: 7300\n- text: There ain't a shell left in my heat\n  start_ms: 7300\n  end_ms: 10060\n- text: Y'all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down\n  start_ms: 10060\n  end_ms: 12930\n- text: You get hit with AK round, your ass ain't gon' make it\n  start_ms: 12930\n  end_ms: 15260\n- text: You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out\n  start_ms: 15260\n  end_ms: 18530\n- text: Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking\n  start_ms: 18530\n  end_ms: 20550\n- text: I'm from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode\n  start_ms: 20550\n  end_ms: 23750\n- text: If you feel like you're on fire, boy drop and roll\n  start_ms: 23750\n  end_ms: 26780\n- text: Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold\n  start_ms: 26780\n  end_ms: 29470\n- text: Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load\n  start_ms: 29470\n  end_ms: 31860\n- text: The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck\n  start_ms: 31860\n  end_ms: 34670\n- text: Gimme a second I'mma holla, I'mma see whassup\n  start_ms: 34670\n  end_ms: 37360\n- text: I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk\n  start_ms: 37360\n  end_ms: 40020\n- text: Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk\n  start_ms: 40020\n  end_ms: 42310\n- text: In my hood - 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niggas got love for me\nBut I don't go nowhere without my strap\nIn my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\nAnd niggas just don't know how to act\nIn my hood - niggas is grimey\nI stay on point, I roll with my gat\nIn my hood - niggas might buck at me\nSo I keep something around to buck back\nIn my hood\n\nI don't trust a muh'fuckin soul\nWhen the D's come they fold, on my first case they told\nWhere I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth\nNiggas'll come to your place, put a gun in your face\nTell you open the safe, as your heart start to race\nCause a robbery could turn into a homo' case\nCo-operate, or Doc'll have to operate\nNiggas I'll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake\nTrust me son, niggas'll go hard for that cake\nThese thirsty niggas are lurking, you'll have to catch 'em and merk 'em\nI'm observing in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing\nShots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running\nThey make it harder and harder to pump on the block\nI'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm 'sposed to eat when it's hot?\n\nIn my hood - niggas got love for me\nBut I don't go nowhere without my strap\nIn my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\nAnd niggas just don't know how to act\nIn my hood - niggas is grimey\nI stay on point, I roll with my gat\nIn my hood - niggas might buck at me\nSo I keep something around to buck back\nIn my hood\n\nThe house party off the hook until them shots go off\nWell that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff\nYou shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin\nCrack money slow so you know niggas is trippin\nShorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin\nSheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline\nPeep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley\nLook at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali\nThe grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up\nYou shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up\nIt ain't good to do good in my hood\nYou know not to do good now\n\nIn my hood - niggas got love for me\nBut I don't go nowhere without my strap\nIn my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\nAnd niggas just don't know how to act\nIn my hood - niggas is grimey\nI stay on point, I roll with my gat\nIn my hood - niggas might buck at me\nSo I keep something around to buck back\nIn my hood","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.68] Niggas screw they face up at me\n[00:02.28] On some real shit son they don't want beef\n[00:04.40] I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray\n[00:07.30] There ain't a shell left in my heat\n[00:10.06] Y'all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down\n[00:12.93] You get hit with AK round, your ass ain't gon' make it\n[00:15.26] You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out\n[00:18.53] Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking\n[00:20.55] I'm from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode\n[00:23.75] If you feel like you're on fire, boy drop and roll\n[00:26.78] Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold\n[00:29.47] Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load\n[00:31.86] The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck\n[00:34.67] Gimme a second I'mma holla, I'mma see whassup\n[00:37.36] I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk\n[00:40.02] Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk\n[00:42.31] In my hood - 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niggas got love for me\n[01:42.98] But I don't go nowhere without my strap\n[01:46.03] In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\n[01:49.02] And niggas just don't know how to act\n[01:51.04] In my hood - niggas is grimey\n[01:54.50] I stay on point, I roll with my gat\n[01:56.08] In my hood - niggas might buck at me\n[01:59.77] So I keep something around to buck back\n[02:02.32] In my hood\n[02:03.33] The house party off the hook until them shots go off\n[02:05.32] Well that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff\n[02:08.11] You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin\n[02:10.59] Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin\n[02:13.22] Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin\n[02:16.13] Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline\n[02:18.77] Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley\n[02:21.36] Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali\n[02:24.02] The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up\n[02:27.13] You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up\n[02:29.69] It ain't good to do good in my hood\n[02:32.19] You know not to do good now\n[02:34.80] In my hood - 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niggas got love for me\n[01:42.98] But I don't go nowhere without my strap\n[01:46.03] In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\n[01:49.02] And niggas just don't know how to act\n[01:51.04] In my hood - niggas is grimey\n[01:54.50] I stay on point, I roll with my gat\n[01:56.08] In my hood - niggas might buck at me\n[01:59.77] So I keep something around to buck back\n[02:02.32] In my hood\n[02:03.33] The house party off the hook until them shots go off\n[02:05.32] Well that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff\n[02:08.11] You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin\n[02:10.59] Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin\n[02:13.22] Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin\n[02:16.13] Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline\n[02:18.77] Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley\n[02:21.36] Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali\n[02:24.02] The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up\n[02:27.13] You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up\n[02:29.69] It ain't good to do good in my hood\n[02:32.19] You know not to do good now\n[02:34.80] In my hood - 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niggas got love for me\n[01:42.98] But I don't go nowhere without my strap\n[01:46.03] In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\n[01:49.02] And niggas just don't know how to act\n[01:51.04] In my hood - niggas is grimey\n[01:54.50] I stay on point, I roll with my gat\n[01:56.08] In my hood - niggas might buck at me\n[01:59.77] So I keep something around to buck back\n[02:02.32] In my hood\n[02:03.33] The house party off the hook until them shots go off\n[02:05.32] Well that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff\n[02:08.11] You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin\n[02:10.59] Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin\n[02:13.22] Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin\n[02:16.13] Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline\n[02:18.77] Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley\n[02:21.36] Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali\n[02:24.02] The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up\n[02:27.13] You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up\n[02:29.69] It ain't good to do good in my hood\n[02:32.19] You know not to do good now\n[02:34.80] In my hood - 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niggas got love for me\n[01:42.98] But I don't go nowhere without my strap\n[01:46.03] In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\n[01:49.02] And niggas just don't know how to act\n[01:51.04] In my hood - niggas is grimey\n[01:54.50] I stay on point, I roll with my gat\n[01:56.08] In my hood - niggas might buck at me\n[01:59.77] So I keep something around to buck back\n[02:02.32] In my hood\n[02:03.33] The house party off the hook until them shots go off\n[02:05.32] Well that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff\n[02:08.11] You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin\n[02:10.59] Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin\n[02:13.22] Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin\n[02:16.13] Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline\n[02:18.77] Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley\n[02:21.36] Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali\n[02:24.02] The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up\n[02:27.13] You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up\n[02:29.69] It ain't good to do good in my hood\n[02:32.19] You know not to do good now\n[02:34.80] In my hood - 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niggas got love for me\n[01:42.98] But I don't go nowhere without my strap\n[01:46.03] In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\n[01:49.02] And niggas just don't know how to act\n[01:51.04] In my hood - niggas is grimey\n[01:54.50] I stay on point, I roll with my gat\n[01:56.08] In my hood - niggas might buck at me\n[01:59.77] So I keep something around to buck back\n[02:02.32] In my hood\n[02:03.33] The house party off the hook until them shots go off\n[02:05.32] Well that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff\n[02:08.11] You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin\n[02:10.59] Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin\n[02:13.22] Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin\n[02:16.13] Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline\n[02:18.77] Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley\n[02:21.36] Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali\n[02:24.02] The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up\n[02:27.13] You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up\n[02:29.69] It ain't good to do good in my hood\n[02:32.19] You know not to do good now\n[02:34.80] In my hood - 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niggas got love for me\n[02:36.93] But I don't go nowhere without my strap\n[02:39.47] In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\n[02:42.66] And niggas just don't know how to act\n[02:44.99] In my hood - niggas is grimey\n[02:47.92] I stay on point, I roll with my gat\n[02:50.18] In my hood - niggas might buck at me\n[02:53.38] So I keep something around to buck back\n[02:55.86] In my hood\n[03:49.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In My Hood\n  artist: 50 Cent\n  album: The Massacre [Clean]\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggas screw they face up at me\n  start_ms: 680\n  end_ms: 2280\n- text: On some real shit son they don't want beef\n  start_ms: 2280\n  end_ms: 4400\n- text: I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray\n  start_ms: 4400\n  end_ms: 7300\n- text: There ain't a shell left in my heat\n  start_ms: 7300\n  end_ms: 10060\n- text: Y'all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down\n  start_ms: 10060\n  end_ms: 12930\n- text: You get hit with AK round, your ass ain't gon' make it\n  start_ms: 12930\n  end_ms: 15260\n- text: You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out\n  start_ms: 15260\n  end_ms: 18530\n- text: Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking\n  start_ms: 18530\n  end_ms: 20550\n- text: I'm from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode\n  start_ms: 20550\n  end_ms: 23750\n- text: If you feel like you're on fire, boy drop and roll\n  start_ms: 23750\n  end_ms: 26780\n- text: Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold\n  start_ms: 26780\n  end_ms: 29470\n- text: Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load\n  start_ms: 29470\n  end_ms: 31860\n- text: The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck\n  start_ms: 31860\n  end_ms: 34670\n- text: Gimme a second I'mma holla, I'mma see whassup\n  start_ms: 34670\n  end_ms: 37360\n- text: I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk\n  start_ms: 37360\n  end_ms: 40020\n- text: Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk\n  start_ms: 40020\n  end_ms: 42310\n- text: In my hood - 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niggas got love for me\n  But I don't go nowhere without my strap\n  In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\n  And niggas just don't know how to act\n  In my hood - niggas is grimey\n  I stay on point, I roll with my gat\n  In my hood - niggas might buck at me\n  So I keep something around to buck back\n  In my hood\n\n  I don't trust a muh'fuckin soul\n  When the D's come they fold, on my first case they told\n  Where I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth\n  Niggas'll come to your place, put a gun in your face\n  Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race\n  Cause a robbery could turn into a homo' case\n  Co-operate, or Doc'll have to operate\n  Niggas I'll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake\n  Trust me son, niggas'll go hard for that cake\n  These thirsty niggas are lurking, you'll have to catch 'em and merk 'em\n  I'm observing in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing\n  Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running\n  They make it harder and harder to pump on the block\n  I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm 'sposed to eat when it's hot?\n\n  In my hood - niggas got love for me\n  But I don't go nowhere without my strap\n  In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\n  And niggas just don't know how to act\n  In my hood - niggas is grimey\n  I stay on point, I roll with my gat\n  In my hood - niggas might buck at me\n  So I keep something around to buck back\n  In my hood\n\n  The house party off the hook until them shots go off\n  Well that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff\n  You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin\n  Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin\n  Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin\n  Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline\n  Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley\n  Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali\n  The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up\n  You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up\n  It ain't good to do good in my hood\n  You know not to do good now\n\n  In my hood - niggas got love for me\n  But I don't go nowhere without my strap\n  In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy\n  And niggas just don't know how to act\n  In my hood - niggas is grimey\n  I stay on point, I roll with my gat\n  In my hood - niggas might buck at me\n  So I keep something around to buck back\n  In my hood\n"}]