[{"id":33955310,"name":"Lifes On The Line","trackName":"Lifes On The Line","artistName":"50 CENT","albumName":"Lifes On The Line","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nAnd I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\n\nI got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?\nFor bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\nI came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\nNiggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\nThey keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\nThe thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\nNigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\nMy picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nIf you gonna make me catch you on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\nI'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\nUnless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\nIt's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\nI do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\nYou soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\nI stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\nI catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\nI ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\nKeep my wrist lit up\n\nGet outta line, I get you hit up\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\n\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\nI'ma say this shit now and never again\n\nWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\nThe games you playin', you get killed like that\nActin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\nSee me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch her on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.25] Nobody likes me\n[00:06.10] Nobody likes me but that's okay\n[00:11.28] 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:13.47] And I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:16.22] Fuck all y'all!\n[00:17.13] I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n[00:19.82] My gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?\n[00:22.51] For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n[00:24.39] 'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n[00:27.11] I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n[00:29.83] I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n[00:32.58] Coke price go up, capsules come down\n[00:35.25] The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n[00:37.92] Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\n[00:39.72] They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n[00:43.38] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n[00:45.19] I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n[00:47.80] Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\n[00:50.63] OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n[00:52.46] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n[00:55.16] The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n[00:57.89] The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n[01:00.52] The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\n[01:03.28] Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\n[01:05.98] My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n[01:07.76] Scream murder!\n[01:09.53] (I don't believe you!)\n[01:11.34] Murder!\n[01:12.24] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[01:13.28] Murder!\n[01:15.05] (I don't believe you!)\n[01:15.99] Murder, murder!\n[01:17.79] (Your life's on the line!)\n[01:18.63] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[01:21.37] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[01:23.10] If you gonna make me catch you on the late night\n[01:24.97] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n[01:28.58] I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\n[01:31.21] Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\n[01:33.97] I hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\n[01:36.70] Unless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n[01:38.55] It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\n[01:41.24] I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n[01:43.95] You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\n[01:46.67] I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n[01:49.37] In the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n[01:52.04] \"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n[01:54.77] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n[01:56.57] You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n[01:59.38] Scream murder!\n[02:01.13] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:02.03] Murder!\n[02:03.88] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[02:04.76] Murder!\n[02:06.52] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:07.47] Murder, murder!\n[02:08.32] (Your life's on the line!)\n[02:10.16] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n[02:11.90] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\n[02:14.67] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n[02:17.33] Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n[02:21.97] See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n[02:24.67] I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\n[02:28.21] I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\n[02:30.09] Keep my wrist lit up\n[02:30.93] Get outta line, I get you hit up\n[02:32.72] Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n[02:33.68] You better watch what you say\n[02:35.43] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n[02:37.33] Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n[02:40.04] 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\n[02:42.73] I'ma say this shit now and never again\n[02:45.49] We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n[02:48.19] The games you playin', you get killed like that\n[02:49.99] Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n[02:53.56] See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n[02:55.36] Scream murder!\n[02:57.13] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:58.94] Murder!\n[02:59.84] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[03:01.72] Murder!\n[03:02.67] (I don't believe you!)\n[03:04.48] Murder, murder!\n[03:05.30] (Your life's on the line!)\n[03:06.24] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[03:08.00] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[03:10.77] You gon' make me catch her on the late night\n[03:12.56] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n[03:16.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lifes On The Line\n  artist: 50 CENT\n  album: Lifes On The Line\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody likes me\n  start_ms: 2250\n  end_ms: 6100\n- text: Nobody likes me but that's okay\n  start_ms: 6100\n  end_ms: 11280\n- text: '''Cause I don''t like y''all anyway'\n  start_ms: 11280\n  end_ms: 13470\n- text: And I don't like y'all anyway\n  start_ms: 13470\n  end_ms: 16220\n- text: Fuck all y'all!\n  start_ms: 16220\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 19820\n- text: My gat talk for me, blat! 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196170\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 196170\nplain: |-\n  Nobody likes me\n  Nobody likes me but that's okay\n  'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n  And I don't like y'all anyway\n  Fuck all y'all!\n\n  I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  My gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?\n  For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\n  I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\n  Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\n  They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\n  The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\n  My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  If you gonna make me catch you on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\n  I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\n  Unless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\n  It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\n  I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n  You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\n  I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n  I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\n  I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\n  Keep my wrist lit up\n\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n  50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\n  I'ma say this shit now and never again\n\n  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n  The games you playin', you get killed like that\n  Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch her on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n"},{"id":13509363,"name":"Lifes On The Line","trackName":"Lifes On The Line","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"50 Cent Videos","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me, but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nMan, I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\nI let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, baow! What up, homie?\nThem bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\nI came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\nNiggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\nThey keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\nThe thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\nNigga ain't in his right mind going against me\nMy pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nY'all niggas don't want no part of me\nY'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch you on a late night\nPop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\nI'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\nUnless he say she said she on my dick\nIt's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\nI do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\nYou soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\nI stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNASCAR, truck with a crash bar\nAnd TVs in the dash, pa\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\nI catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\nI sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\nGet outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n50, um... Jay-Z and Nas\nI'ma say this shit now and never again\nWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends\nThe games you playing, you get killed like that\nActing like you all hard, you ain't built like that\nSee me when you see me, nigga! What!\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nY'all niggas don't want no parts of me\nYou tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch you on a late night\nPop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.53] Nobody likes me\n[00:07.63] Nobody likes me, but that's okay\n[00:11.58] 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:13.75] Man, I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:16.29] Fuck all y'all!\n[00:17.34] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n[00:20.39] My gat talk for me, baow! What up, homie?\n[00:22.77] Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n[00:25.18] 'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n[00:27.88] I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n[00:30.50] I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[00:33.03] Coke price go up, capsules come down\n[00:35.77] The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n[00:38.16] Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\n[00:40.96] They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\n[00:43.31] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n[00:45.64] I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n[00:48.32] Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\n[00:50.67] OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n[00:53.21] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n[00:55.95] The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\n[00:58.38] The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n[01:01.03] The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\n[01:03.59] Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me\n[01:06.25] My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n[01:08.76] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[01:11.42] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[01:13.98] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[01:17.08] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[01:19.19] Y'all niggas don't want no part of me\n[01:21.51] Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[01:24.00] You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n[01:26.02] Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n[01:29.09] I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\n[01:32.26] Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\n[01:34.72] I hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\n[01:36.93] Unless he say she said she on my dick\n[01:39.55] It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\n[01:42.20] I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\n[01:44.91] You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\n[01:47.14] I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n[01:49.60] In the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n[01:52.74] \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n[01:55.22] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n[01:57.78] You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n[01:59.91] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:02.74] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[02:05.13] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:08.24] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[02:10.11] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[02:12.64] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\n[02:15.49] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n[02:18.00] NASCAR, truck with a crash bar\n[02:20.49] And TVs in the dash, pa\n[02:22.28] See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\n[02:25.46] I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\n[02:28.24] I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\n[02:31.19] Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n[02:32.95] Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n[02:34.41] You better watch what you say\n[02:35.69] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n[02:38.35] Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n[02:40.92] 50, um... Jay-Z and Nas\n[02:43.63] I'ma say this shit now and never again\n[02:46.04] We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends\n[02:48.59] The games you playing, you get killed like that\n[02:50.95] Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n[02:53.79] See me when you see me, nigga! What!\n[02:56.14] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:59.15] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[03:01.80] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[03:04.69] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[03:06.75] Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me\n[03:08.84] You tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[03:11.41] You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n[03:13.53] Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n[03:18.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lifes On The Line\n  artist: 50 Cent\n  album: 50 Cent Videos\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody likes me\n  start_ms: 2530\n  end_ms: 7630\n- text: Nobody likes me, but that's okay\n  start_ms: 7630\n  end_ms: 11580\n- text: '''Cause I don''t like y''all anyway'\n  start_ms: 11580\n  end_ms: 13750\n- text: Man, I don't like y'all anyway\n  start_ms: 13750\n  end_ms: 16290\n- text: Fuck all y'all!\n  start_ms: 16290\n  end_ms: 17340\n- text: I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  start_ms: 17340\n  end_ms: 20390\n- text: My gat talk for me, baow! 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What up, homie?\n  Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\n  I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n  Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\n  They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\n  The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me\n  My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no part of me\n  Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\n  I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\n  Unless he say she said she on my dick\n  It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\n  I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\n  You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\n  I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  NASCAR, truck with a crash bar\n  And TVs in the dash, pa\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\n  I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\n  I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n  50, um... Jay-Z and Nas\n  I'ma say this shit now and never again\n  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends\n  The games you playing, you get killed like that\n  Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  See me when you see me, nigga! What!\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me\n  You tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n"},{"id":13115357,"name":"Lifes On The Line","trackName":"Lifes On The Line","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"50 Cent: Essentials","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me, but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nMan, I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\nI let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, baow! What up, homie?\nThem bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\nI came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\nNiggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\nThey keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\nThe thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\nNigga ain't in his right mind going against me\nMy pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nY'all niggas don't want no part of me\nY'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch you on a late night\nPop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\nI'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\nUnless he say she said she on my dick\nIt's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\nI do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\nYou soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\nI stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNASCAR, truck with a crash bar\nAnd TVs in the dash, pa\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\nI catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\nI sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\nGet outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n50, um... Jay-Z and Nas\nI'ma say this shit now and never again\nWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends\nThe games you playing, you get killed like that\nActing like you all hard, you ain't built like that\nSee me when you see me, nigga! What!\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nY'all niggas don't want no parts of me\nYou tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch you on a late night\nPop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.53] Nobody likes me\n[00:07.63] Nobody likes me, but that's okay\n[00:11.58] 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:13.75] Man, I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:16.29] Fuck all y'all!\n[00:17.34] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n[00:20.39] My gat talk for me, baow! What up, homie?\n[00:22.77] Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n[00:25.18] 'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n[00:27.88] I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n[00:30.50] I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[00:33.03] Coke price go up, capsules come down\n[00:35.77] The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n[00:38.16] Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\n[00:40.96] They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\n[00:43.31] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n[00:45.64] I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n[00:48.32] Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\n[00:50.67] OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n[00:53.21] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n[00:55.95] The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\n[00:58.38] The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n[01:01.03] The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\n[01:03.59] Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me\n[01:06.25] My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n[01:08.76] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[01:11.42] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[01:13.98] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[01:17.08] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[01:19.19] Y'all niggas don't want no part of me\n[01:21.51] Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[01:24.00] You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n[01:26.02] Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n[01:29.09] I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\n[01:32.26] Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\n[01:34.72] I hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\n[01:36.93] Unless he say she said she on my dick\n[01:39.55] It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\n[01:42.20] I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\n[01:44.91] You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\n[01:47.14] I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n[01:49.60] In the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n[01:52.74] \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n[01:55.22] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n[01:57.78] You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n[01:59.91] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:02.74] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[02:05.13] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:08.24] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[02:10.11] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[02:12.64] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\n[02:15.49] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n[02:18.00] NASCAR, truck with a crash bar\n[02:20.49] And TVs in the dash, pa\n[02:22.28] See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\n[02:25.46] I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\n[02:28.24] I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\n[02:31.19] Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n[02:32.95] Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n[02:34.41] You better watch what you say\n[02:35.69] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n[02:38.35] Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n[02:40.92] 50, um... 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What!\n[02:56.14] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:59.15] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[03:01.80] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[03:04.69] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[03:06.75] Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me\n[03:08.84] You tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[03:11.41] You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n[03:13.53] Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n[03:18.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lifes On The Line\n  artist: 50 Cent\n  album: '50 Cent: Essentials'\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody likes me\n  start_ms: 2530\n  end_ms: 7630\n- text: Nobody likes me, but that's okay\n  start_ms: 7630\n  end_ms: 11580\n- text: '''Cause I don''t like y''all anyway'\n  start_ms: 11580\n  end_ms: 13750\n- text: Man, I don't like y'all anyway\n  start_ms: 13750\n  end_ms: 16290\n- text: Fuck all y'all!\n  start_ms: 16290\n  end_ms: 17340\n- text: I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  start_ms: 17340\n  end_ms: 20390\n- text: My gat talk for me, baow! 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What up, homie?\n  Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\n  I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n  Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\n  They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\n  The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me\n  My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no part of me\n  Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\n  I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\n  Unless he say she said she on my dick\n  It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\n  I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\n  You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\n  I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  NASCAR, truck with a crash bar\n  And TVs in the dash, pa\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\n  I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\n  I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n  50, um... Jay-Z and Nas\n  I'ma say this shit now and never again\n  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends\n  The games you playing, you get killed like that\n  Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  See me when you see me, nigga! What!\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me\n  You tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n"},{"id":28925702,"name":"Lifes On The Line","trackName":"Lifes On The Line","artistName":"50 CENT","albumName":"100% 50 Cent","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nAnd I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\n\nI got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?\nFor bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\nI came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\nNiggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\nThey keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\nThe thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\nNigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\nMy picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nIf you gonna make me catch you on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\nI'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\nUnless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\nIt's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\nI do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\nYou soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\nI stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\nI catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\nI ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\nKeep my wrist lit up\n\nGet outta line, I get you hit up\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\n\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\nI'ma say this shit now and never again\n\nWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\nThe games you playin', you get killed like that\nActin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\nSee me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch her on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.25] Nobody likes me\n[00:06.10] Nobody likes me but that's okay\n[00:11.28] 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:13.47] And I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:16.22] Fuck all y'all!\n[00:17.13] I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n[00:19.82] My gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?\n[00:22.51] For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n[00:24.39] 'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n[00:27.11] I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n[00:29.83] I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n[00:32.58] Coke price go up, capsules come down\n[00:35.25] The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n[00:37.92] Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\n[00:39.72] They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n[00:43.38] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n[00:45.19] I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n[00:47.80] Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\n[00:50.63] OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n[00:52.46] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n[00:55.16] The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n[00:57.89] The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n[01:00.52] The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\n[01:03.28] Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\n[01:05.98] My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n[01:07.76] Scream murder!\n[01:09.53] (I don't believe you!)\n[01:11.34] Murder!\n[01:12.24] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[01:13.28] Murder!\n[01:15.05] (I don't believe you!)\n[01:15.99] Murder, murder!\n[01:17.79] (Your life's on the line!)\n[01:18.63] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[01:21.37] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[01:23.10] If you gonna make me catch you on the late night\n[01:24.97] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n[01:28.58] I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\n[01:31.21] Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\n[01:33.97] I hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\n[01:36.70] Unless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n[01:38.55] It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\n[01:41.24] I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n[01:43.95] You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\n[01:46.67] I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n[01:49.37] In the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n[01:52.04] \"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n[01:54.77] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n[01:56.57] You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n[01:59.38] Scream murder!\n[02:01.13] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:02.03] Murder!\n[02:03.88] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[02:04.76] Murder!\n[02:06.52] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:07.47] Murder, murder!\n[02:08.32] (Your life's on the line!)\n[02:10.16] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n[02:11.90] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\n[02:14.67] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n[02:17.33] Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n[02:21.97] See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n[02:24.67] I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\n[02:28.21] I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\n[02:30.09] Keep my wrist lit up\n[02:30.93] Get outta line, I get you hit up\n[02:32.72] Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n[02:33.68] You better watch what you say\n[02:35.43] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n[02:37.33] Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n[02:40.04] 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\n[02:42.73] I'ma say this shit now and never again\n[02:45.49] We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n[02:48.19] The games you playin', you get killed like that\n[02:49.99] Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n[02:53.56] See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n[02:55.36] Scream murder!\n[02:57.13] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:58.94] Murder!\n[02:59.84] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[03:01.72] Murder!\n[03:02.67] (I don't believe you!)\n[03:04.48] Murder, murder!\n[03:05.30] (Your life's on the line!)\n[03:06.24] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[03:08.00] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[03:10.77] You gon' make me catch her on the late night\n[03:12.56] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n[03:16.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lifes On The Line\n  artist: 50 CENT\n  album: 100% 50 Cent\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody likes me\n  start_ms: 2250\n  end_ms: 6100\n- text: Nobody likes me but that's okay\n  start_ms: 6100\n  end_ms: 11280\n- text: '''Cause I don''t like y''all anyway'\n  start_ms: 11280\n  end_ms: 13470\n- text: And I don't like y'all anyway\n  start_ms: 13470\n  end_ms: 16220\n- text: Fuck all y'all!\n  start_ms: 16220\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 19820\n- text: My gat talk for me, blat! 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Whattup homie?\n  For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\n  I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\n  Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\n  They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\n  The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\n  My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  If you gonna make me catch you on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\n  I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\n  Unless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\n  It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\n  I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n  You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\n  I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n  I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\n  I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\n  Keep my wrist lit up\n\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n  50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\n  I'ma say this shit now and never again\n\n  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n  The games you playin', you get killed like that\n  Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch her on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n"},{"id":38613609,"name":"Your Life’s on the Line (instrumental)","trackName":"Your Life’s on the Line (instrumental)","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"Your Life’s on the Line","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me, but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nMan, I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\nI let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, baow! What up, homie?\nThem bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\nI came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\nNiggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\nThey keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\nThe thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\nNigga ain't in his right mind going against me\nMy pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nY'all niggas don't want no part of me\nY'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch you on a late night\nPop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\nI'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\nUnless he say she said she on my dick\nIt's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\nI do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\nYou soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\nI stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNASCAR, truck with a crash bar\nAnd TVs in the dash, pa\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\nI catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\nI sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\nGet outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n50, um... 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What up, homie?\n[00:23.53] Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n[00:25.66] 'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n[00:27.75] I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n[00:30.91] I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[00:33.26] Coke price go up, capsules come down\n[00:35.78] The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n[00:38.41] Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\n[00:40.98] They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\n[00:43.45] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n[00:46.12] I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n[00:48.44] Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\n[00:51.02] OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n[00:53.48] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n[00:55.90] The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\n[00:58.69] The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n[01:00.90] The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\n[01:03.63] Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me\n[01:06.23] My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n[01:08.99] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[01:12.16] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[01:14.85] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[01:17.70] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[01:18.99] Y'all niggas don't want no part of me\n[01:21.73] Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[01:24.08] You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n[01:26.15] Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n[01:29.03] I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\n[01:31.62] Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\n[01:34.62] I hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\n[01:37.30] Unless he say she said she on my dick\n[01:39.67] It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\n[01:42.65] I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\n[01:45.05] You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\n[01:47.42] I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n[01:49.85] In the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n[01:52.90] \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n[01:55.29] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n[01:58.36] You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n[02:00.59] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:03.04] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[02:05.78] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:09.43] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[02:10.76] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[02:14.26] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\n[02:15.32] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n[02:18.95] NASCAR, truck with a crash bar\n[02:20.85] And TVs in the dash, pa\n[02:22.74] See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\n[02:25.88] I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\n[02:27.95] I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\n[02:31.09] Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n[02:32.62] Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n[02:34.95] You better watch what you say\n[02:36.08] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n[02:38.55] Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n[02:41.83] 50, um... 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What!\n[02:56.33] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:59.62] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[03:03.32] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[03:05.65] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[03:07.16] Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me\n[03:09.33] You tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[03:12.32] You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n[03:14.03] Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n[03:27.42] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Your Life’s on the Line (instrumental)\n  artist: 50 Cent\n  album: Your Life’s on the Line\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody likes me\n  start_ms: 880\n  end_ms: 5250\n- text: Nobody likes me, but that's okay\n  start_ms: 5250\n  end_ms: 11990\n- text: '''Cause I don''t like y''all anyway'\n  start_ms: 11990\n  end_ms: 15040\n- text: Man, I don't like y'all anyway\n  start_ms: 15040\n  end_ms: 16370\n- text: Fuck all y'all!\n  start_ms: 16370\n  end_ms: 17270\n- text: I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  start_ms: 17270\n  end_ms: 20250\n- text: My gat talk for me, baow! 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What up, homie?\n  Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\n  I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n  Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\n  They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\n  The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me\n  My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no part of me\n  Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\n  I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\n  Unless he say she said she on my dick\n  It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\n  I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\n  You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\n  I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  NASCAR, truck with a crash bar\n  And TVs in the dash, pa\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\n  I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\n  I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n  50, um... Jay-Z and Nas\n  I'ma say this shit now and never again\n  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends\n  The games you playing, you get killed like that\n  Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  See me when you see me, nigga! What!\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me\n  You tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n"},{"id":38748858,"name":"Your Life’s on the Line (instrumental)","trackName":"Your Life’s on the Line (instrumental)","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"Your Life’s on the Line","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me, but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nMan, I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\nI let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, baow! What up, homie?\nThem bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\nI came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\nNiggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\nThey keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\nThe thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\nNigga ain't in his right mind going against me\nMy pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nY'all niggas don't want no part of me\nY'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch you on a late night\nPop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\nI'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\nUnless he say she said she on my dick\nIt's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\nI do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\nYou soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\nI stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNASCAR, truck with a crash bar\nAnd TVs in the dash, pa\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\nI catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\nI sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\nGet outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n50, um... 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What up, homie?\n  Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\n  I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n  Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\n  They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\n  The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me\n  My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no part of me\n  Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\n  I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\n  Unless he say she said she on my dick\n  It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\n  I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\n  You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\n  I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  NASCAR, truck with a crash bar\n  And TVs in the dash, pa\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\n  I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\n  I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n  50, um... Jay-Z and Nas\n  I'ma say this shit now and never again\n  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends\n  The games you playing, you get killed like that\n  Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  See me when you see me, nigga! What!\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me\n  You tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n"},{"id":21288588,"name":"Lifes On The Line","trackName":"Lifes On The Line","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"2021- 50 Cent - Essentials","duration":220.708571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nAnd I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\n\nI got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?\nFor bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\nI came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\nNiggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\nThey keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\nThe thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\nNigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\nMy picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nIf you gonna make me catch you on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\nI'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\nUnless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\nIt's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\nI do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\nYou soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\nI stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\nI catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\nI ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\nKeep my wrist lit up\n\nGet outta line, I get you hit up\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\n\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\nI'ma say this shit now and never again\n\nWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\nThe games you playin', you get killed like that\nActin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\nSee me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch her on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.25] Nobody likes me\n[00:06.10] Nobody likes me but that's okay\n[00:11.28] 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:13.47] And I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:16.22] Fuck all y'all!\n[00:17.13] I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n[00:19.82] My gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?\n[00:22.51] For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n[00:24.39] 'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n[00:27.11] I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n[00:29.83] I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n[00:32.58] Coke price go up, capsules come down\n[00:35.25] The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n[00:37.92] Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\n[00:39.72] They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n[00:43.38] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n[00:45.19] I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n[00:47.80] Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\n[00:50.63] OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n[00:52.46] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n[00:55.16] The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n[00:57.89] The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n[01:00.52] The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\n[01:03.28] Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\n[01:05.98] My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n[01:07.76] Scream murder!\n[01:09.53] (I don't believe you!)\n[01:11.34] Murder!\n[01:12.24] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[01:13.28] Murder!\n[01:15.05] (I don't believe you!)\n[01:15.99] Murder, murder!\n[01:17.79] (Your life's on the line!)\n[01:18.63] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[01:21.37] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[01:23.10] If you gonna make me catch you on the late night\n[01:24.97] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n[01:28.58] I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\n[01:31.21] Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\n[01:33.97] I hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\n[01:36.70] Unless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n[01:38.55] It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\n[01:41.24] I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n[01:43.95] You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\n[01:46.67] I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n[01:49.37] In the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n[01:52.04] \"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n[01:54.77] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n[01:56.57] You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n[01:59.38] Scream murder!\n[02:01.13] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:02.03] Murder!\n[02:03.88] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[02:04.76] Murder!\n[02:06.52] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:07.47] Murder, murder!\n[02:08.32] (Your life's on the line!)\n[02:10.16] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n[02:11.90] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\n[02:14.67] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n[02:17.33] Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n[02:21.97] See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n[02:24.67] I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\n[02:28.21] I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\n[02:30.09] Keep my wrist lit up\n[02:30.93] Get outta line, I get you hit up\n[02:32.72] Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n[02:33.68] You better watch what you say\n[02:35.43] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n[02:37.33] Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n[02:40.04] 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\n[02:42.73] I'ma say this shit now and never again\n[02:45.49] We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n[02:48.19] The games you playin', you get killed like that\n[02:49.99] Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n[02:53.56] See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n[02:55.36] Scream murder!\n[02:57.13] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:58.94] Murder!\n[02:59.84] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[03:01.72] Murder!\n[03:02.67] (I don't believe you!)\n[03:04.48] Murder, murder!\n[03:05.30] (Your life's on the line!)\n[03:06.24] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[03:08.00] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[03:10.77] You gon' make me catch her on the late night\n[03:12.56] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n[03:16.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lifes On The Line\n  artist: 50 Cent\n  album: 2021- 50 Cent - Essentials\n  duration_ms: 220709\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody likes me\n  start_ms: 2250\n  end_ms: 6100\n- text: Nobody likes me but that's okay\n  start_ms: 6100\n  end_ms: 11280\n- text: '''Cause I don''t like y''all anyway'\n  start_ms: 11280\n  end_ms: 13470\n- text: And I don't like y'all anyway\n  start_ms: 13470\n  end_ms: 16220\n- text: Fuck all y'all!\n  start_ms: 16220\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 19820\n- text: My gat talk for me, blat! 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Whattup homie?\n  For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\n  I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\n  Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\n  They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\n  The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\n  My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  If you gonna make me catch you on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\n  I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\n  Unless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\n  It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\n  I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n  You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\n  I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n  I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\n  I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\n  Keep my wrist lit up\n\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n  50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\n  I'ma say this shit now and never again\n\n  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n  The games you playin', you get killed like that\n  Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch her on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n"},{"id":28329535,"name":"lifes on the line","trackName":"lifes on the line","artistName":"50 cent","albumName":"50 Cent Undergound & Unrelease","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nAnd I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\n\nI got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?\nFor bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\nI came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\nNiggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\nThey keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\nThe thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\nNigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\nMy picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nIf you gonna make me catch you on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\nI'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\nUnless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\nIt's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\nI do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\nYou soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\nI stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\nI catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\nI ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\nKeep my wrist lit up\n\nGet outta line, I get you hit up\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\n\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\nI'ma say this shit now and never again\n\nWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\nThe games you playin', you get killed like that\nActin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\nSee me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch her on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.25] Nobody likes me\n[00:06.10] Nobody likes me but that's okay\n[00:11.28] 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:13.47] And I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:16.22] Fuck all y'all!\n[00:17.13] I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n[00:19.82] My gat talk for me, blat! 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Whattup homie?\n  For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\n  I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\n  Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\n  They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\n  The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\n  My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  If you gonna make me catch you on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\n  I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\n  Unless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\n  It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\n  I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n  You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\n  I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n  I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\n  I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\n  Keep my wrist lit up\n\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n  50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\n  I'ma say this shit now and never again\n\n  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n  The games you playin', you get killed like that\n  Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch her on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n"},{"id":30012668,"name":"Your Life’s on the Line (explicit a cappella)","trackName":"Your Life’s on the Line (explicit a cappella)","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"Your Life’s on the Line","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me, but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nMan, I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\nI let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, baow! What up, homie?\nThem bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\nI came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\nNiggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\nThey keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\nThe thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\nNigga ain't in his right mind going against me\nMy pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nY'all niggas don't want no part of me\nY'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch you on a late night\nPop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\nI'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\nUnless he say she said she on my dick\nIt's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\nI do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\nYou soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\nI stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNASCAR, truck with a crash bar\nAnd TVs in the dash, pa\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\nI catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\nI sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\nGet outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n50, um... 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What up, homie?\n[00:22.70] Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n[00:25.12] 'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n[00:27.82] I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n[00:30.55] I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[00:33.02] Coke price go up, capsules come down\n[00:35.76] The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n[00:38.10] Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\n[00:40.99] They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\n[00:43.35] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n[00:45.68] I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n[00:48.39] Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\n[00:50.65] OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n[00:53.24] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n[00:55.94] The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\n[00:58.34] The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n[01:01.04] The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\n[01:03.58] Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me\n[01:06.24] My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n[01:08.71] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[01:11.48] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[01:13.92] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[01:17.03] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[01:19.14] Y'all niggas don't want no part of me\n[01:21.56] Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[01:24.07] You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n[01:26.09] Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n[01:29.08] I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\n[01:32.22] Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\n[01:34.72] I hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\n[01:36.98] Unless he say she said she on my dick\n[01:39.58] It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\n[01:42.20] I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\n[01:44.90] You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\n[01:47.16] I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n[01:49.63] In the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n[01:52.76] \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n[01:55.22] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n[01:57.76] You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n[01:59.95] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:02.79] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[02:05.18] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:08.27] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[02:10.17] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[02:12.66] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\n[02:15.43] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n[02:18.01] NASCAR, truck with a crash bar\n[02:20.46] And TVs in the dash, pa\n[02:22.24] See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\n[02:25.49] I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\n[02:28.25] I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\n[02:31.19] Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n[02:32.93] Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n[02:34.48] You better watch what you say\n[02:35.63] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n[02:38.38] Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n[02:40.95] 50, um... Jay-Z and Nas\n[02:43.64] I'ma say this shit now and never again\n[02:46.07] We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends\n[02:48.58] The games you playing, you get killed like that\n[02:50.96] Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n[02:53.77] See me when you see me, nigga! What!\n[02:56.16] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:59.16] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[03:01.77] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[03:04.62] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[03:06.79] Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me\n[03:08.83] You tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[03:11.45] You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n[03:13.54] Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n[03:18.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Your Life’s on the Line (explicit a cappella)\n  artist: 50 Cent\n  album: Your Life’s on the Line\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody likes me\n  start_ms: 2510\n  end_ms: 7690\n- text: Nobody likes me, but that's okay\n  start_ms: 7690\n  end_ms: 11510\n- text: '''Cause I don''t like y''all anyway'\n  start_ms: 11510\n  end_ms: 13720\n- text: Man, I don't like y'all anyway\n  start_ms: 13720\n  end_ms: 16200\n- text: Fuck all y'all!\n  start_ms: 16200\n  end_ms: 17330\n- text: I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  start_ms: 17330\n  end_ms: 20350\n- text: My gat talk for me, baow! 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What up, homie?\n  Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\n  I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n  Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\n  They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\n  The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me\n  My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no part of me\n  Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\n  I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\n  Unless he say she said she on my dick\n  It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\n  I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\n  You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\n  I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  NASCAR, truck with a crash bar\n  And TVs in the dash, pa\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\n  I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\n  I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n  50, um... 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They wanna blow me\nCause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me\n\nI came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nServe anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\nCoke price go up, cats is come down\nThe D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\nThe bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks\nThey keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu\nLook, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me\nO G's look at me and see what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So\nThe thug they pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to whole brick\nNigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me\nMy picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\nScream murda! (I don't believe you!)\nMurda! (Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurda! 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They wanna blow me\n  Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me\n\n  I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n  Coke price go up, cats is come down\n  The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n  The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks\n  They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu\n  Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me\n  O G's look at me and see what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So\n  The thug they pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to whole brick\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me\n  My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\n  Scream murda! (I don't believe you!)\n  Murda! 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They wanna blow me\nCause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me\n\nI came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nServe anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\nCoke price go up, cats is come down\nThe D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\nThe bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks\nThey keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu\nLook, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me\nO G's look at me and see what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So\nThe thug they pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to whole brick\nNigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me\nMy picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\nScream murda! (I don't believe you!)\nMurda! (Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurda! (I don't believe you!)\nMurda, murda! (Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how high y'all started me\nMake me catch her on the late night\nPop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six\nI'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear \"He say, She say\" shit\nUnless he say she say shes on my dick\nIt's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up\nI do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\nYou soft through, be puttin up a crazy front\nI stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\nIn the hood they be like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\nSee 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa\nI catch stunts when I ain't tryin\nI ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up\nKeep my rent split up\nGet outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:\n50, umm... Jay-Z and Nas\nI'ma say this shit now and never again\nWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\nThe games you playin, you get killed like that\nActin like you all hard, you ain't built like that\nSee me when you see me nigga, one (one)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.74] Your Life's On The Line\n[00:07.40] Nobody likes me\n[00:12.96] Nobody likes me, but that's okay\n[00:16.87] Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:19.32] ... And I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:22.38] Fuck all y'all!!\n[00:23.45] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n[00:25.61] My gat talk for me\n[00:27.13] BLAT! Whattup homie\n[00:28.71] For bitches who don't know me\n[00:30.57] ... They wanna blow me\n[00:31.79] Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me\n[00:33.89] I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n[00:36.49] Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n[00:39.02] Coke price go up, cats is come down\n[00:41.33] The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n[00:44.38] The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks\n[00:47.05] They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n[00:49.64] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n[00:51.70] I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu\n[00:54.29] Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me\n[00:57.22] O G's look at me and see what they used to be\n[00:59.08] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n[01:01.85] The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So\n[01:04.22] The thug they pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n[01:07.02] The thug that went from three and a half to whole brick\n[01:09.42] Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me\n[01:11.99] My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n[01:14.77] Scream murda! (I don't believe you!)\n[01:17.95] Murda! (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[01:21.44] Murda! (I don't believe you!)\n[01:24.31] Murda, murda! (Your life's on the line!)\n[01:25.75] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[01:27.60] I'm tryna figure out how high y'all started me\n[01:29.98] Make me catch her on the late night\n[01:32.16] Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six\n[01:34.88] I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random\n[01:38.44] Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome\n[01:40.68] I hate to hear \"He say, She say\" shit\n[01:43.22] Unless he say she say shes on my dick\n[01:45.65] It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up\n[01:48.66] I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n[01:51.41] You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front\n[01:53.35] I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n[01:55.85] In the hood they be like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n[01:58.93] \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n[02:02.18] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n[02:04.24] You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n[02:06.59] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n[02:18.83] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes\n[02:21.44] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n[02:24.38] Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n[02:28.85] See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n[02:31.73] I catch stunts when I ain't tryin\n[02:33.83] I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up\n[02:36.48] Keep my rent split up\n[02:38.15] Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)\n[02:39.75] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say\n[02:41.87] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n[02:44.42] Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:\n[02:47.01] 50, umm... 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Whattup homie?\nFor bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\nI came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\nNiggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\nThey keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\nThe thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\nNigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\nMy picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nIf you gonna make me catch you on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\nI'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\nUnless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\nIt's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\nI do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\nYou soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\nI stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\nI catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\nI ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\nKeep my wrist lit up\n\nGet outta line, I get you hit up\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\n\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\nI'ma say this shit now and never again\n\nWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\nThe games you playin', you get killed like that\nActin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\nSee me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch her on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.25] Nobody likes me\n[00:06.10] Nobody likes me but that's okay\n[00:11.28] 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:13.47] And I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:16.22] Fuck all y'all!\n[00:17.13] I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n[00:19.82] My gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?\n[00:22.51] For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n[00:24.39] 'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n[00:27.11] I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n[00:29.83] I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n[00:32.58] Coke price go up, capsules come down\n[00:35.25] The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n[00:37.92] Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\n[00:39.72] They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n[00:43.38] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n[00:45.19] I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n[00:47.80] Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\n[00:50.63] OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n[00:52.46] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n[00:55.16] The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n[00:57.89] The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n[01:00.52] The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\n[01:03.28] Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\n[01:05.98] My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n[01:07.76] Scream murder!\n[01:09.53] (I don't believe you!)\n[01:11.34] Murder!\n[01:12.24] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[01:13.28] Murder!\n[01:15.05] (I don't believe you!)\n[01:15.99] Murder, murder!\n[01:17.79] (Your life's on the line!)\n[01:18.63] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[01:21.37] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[01:23.10] If you gonna make me catch you on the late night\n[01:24.97] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n[01:28.58] I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\n[01:31.21] Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\n[01:33.97] I hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\n[01:36.70] Unless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n[01:38.55] It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\n[01:41.24] I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n[01:43.95] You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\n[01:46.67] I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n[01:49.37] In the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n[01:52.04] \"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n[01:54.77] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n[01:56.57] You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n[01:59.38] Scream murder!\n[02:01.13] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:02.03] Murder!\n[02:03.88] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[02:04.76] Murder!\n[02:06.52] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:07.47] Murder, murder!\n[02:08.32] (Your life's on the line!)\n[02:10.16] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n[02:11.90] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\n[02:14.67] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n[02:17.33] Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n[02:21.97] See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n[02:24.67] I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\n[02:28.21] I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\n[02:30.09] Keep my wrist lit up\n[02:30.93] Get outta line, I get you hit up\n[02:32.72] Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n[02:33.68] You better watch what you say\n[02:35.43] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n[02:37.33] Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n[02:40.04] 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\n[02:42.73] I'ma say this shit now and never again\n[02:45.49] We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n[02:48.19] The games you playin', you get killed like that\n[02:49.99] Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n[02:53.56] See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n[02:55.36] Scream murder!\n[02:57.13] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:58.94] Murder!\n[02:59.84] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[03:01.72] Murder!\n[03:02.67] (I don't believe you!)\n[03:04.48] Murder, murder!\n[03:05.30] (Your life's on the line!)\n[03:06.24] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[03:08.00] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[03:10.77] You gon' make me catch her on the late night\n[03:12.56] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n[03:16.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lifes On The Line\n  artist: 50 Cent\n  album: 50 Cent- Guess Whos Back\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody likes me\n  start_ms: 2250\n  end_ms: 6100\n- text: Nobody likes me but that's okay\n  start_ms: 6100\n  end_ms: 11280\n- text: '''Cause I don''t like y''all anyway'\n  start_ms: 11280\n  end_ms: 13470\n- text: And I don't like y'all anyway\n  start_ms: 13470\n  end_ms: 16220\n- text: Fuck all y'all!\n  start_ms: 16220\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 19820\n- text: My gat talk for me, blat! 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Whattup homie?\n  For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\n  I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\n  Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\n  They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\n  The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\n  My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  If you gonna make me catch you on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\n  I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\n  Unless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\n  It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\n  I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n  You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\n  I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n  I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\n  I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\n  Keep my wrist lit up\n\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n  50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\n  I'ma say this shit now and never again\n\n  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n  The games you playin', you get killed like that\n  Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch her on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n"},{"id":29585445,"name":"Life's On The Line","trackName":"Life's On The Line","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"50 Cent - Guess Whos Back - 2022","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nAnd I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\n\nI got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?\nFor bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\nI came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\nNiggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\nThey keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\nThe thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\nNigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\nMy picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nIf you gonna make me catch you on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\nI'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\nUnless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\nIt's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\nI do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\nYou soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\nI stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\nI catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\nI ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\nKeep my wrist lit up\n\nGet outta line, I get you hit up\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\n\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\nI'ma say this shit now and never again\n\nWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\nThe games you playin', you get killed like that\nActin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\nSee me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch her on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.25] Nobody likes me\n[00:06.10] Nobody likes me but that's okay\n[00:11.28] 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:13.47] And I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:16.22] Fuck all y'all!\n[00:17.13] I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n[00:19.82] My gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?\n[00:22.51] For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n[00:24.39] 'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n[00:27.11] I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n[00:29.83] I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n[00:32.58] Coke price go up, capsules come down\n[00:35.25] The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n[00:37.92] Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\n[00:39.72] They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n[00:43.38] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n[00:45.19] I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n[00:47.80] Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\n[00:50.63] OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n[00:52.46] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n[00:55.16] The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n[00:57.89] The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n[01:00.52] The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\n[01:03.28] Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\n[01:05.98] My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n[01:07.76] Scream murder!\n[01:09.53] (I don't believe you!)\n[01:11.34] Murder!\n[01:12.24] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[01:13.28] Murder!\n[01:15.05] (I don't believe you!)\n[01:15.99] Murder, murder!\n[01:17.79] (Your life's on the line!)\n[01:18.63] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[01:21.37] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[01:23.10] If you gonna make me catch you on the late night\n[01:24.97] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n[01:28.58] I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\n[01:31.21] Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\n[01:33.97] I hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\n[01:36.70] Unless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n[01:38.55] It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\n[01:41.24] I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n[01:43.95] You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\n[01:46.67] I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n[01:49.37] In the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n[01:52.04] \"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n[01:54.77] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n[01:56.57] You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n[01:59.38] Scream murder!\n[02:01.13] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:02.03] Murder!\n[02:03.88] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[02:04.76] Murder!\n[02:06.52] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:07.47] Murder, murder!\n[02:08.32] (Your life's on the line!)\n[02:10.16] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n[02:11.90] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\n[02:14.67] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n[02:17.33] Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n[02:21.97] See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n[02:24.67] I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\n[02:28.21] I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\n[02:30.09] Keep my wrist lit up\n[02:30.93] Get outta line, I get you hit up\n[02:32.72] Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n[02:33.68] You better watch what you say\n[02:35.43] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n[02:37.33] Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n[02:40.04] 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\n[02:42.73] I'ma say this shit now and never again\n[02:45.49] We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n[02:48.19] The games you playin', you get killed like that\n[02:49.99] Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n[02:53.56] See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n[02:55.36] Scream murder!\n[02:57.13] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:58.94] Murder!\n[02:59.84] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[03:01.72] Murder!\n[03:02.67] (I don't believe you!)\n[03:04.48] Murder, murder!\n[03:05.30] (Your life's on the line!)\n[03:06.24] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[03:08.00] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[03:10.77] You gon' make me catch her on the late night\n[03:12.56] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n[03:16.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Life's On The Line\n  artist: 50 Cent\n  album: 50 Cent - Guess Whos Back - 2022\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody likes me\n  start_ms: 2250\n  end_ms: 6100\n- text: Nobody likes me but that's okay\n  start_ms: 6100\n  end_ms: 11280\n- text: '''Cause I don''t like y''all anyway'\n  start_ms: 11280\n  end_ms: 13470\n- text: And I don't like y'all anyway\n  start_ms: 13470\n  end_ms: 16220\n- text: Fuck all y'all!\n  start_ms: 16220\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 19820\n- text: My gat talk for me, blat! 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Whattup homie?\n  For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\n  I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\n  Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\n  They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\n  The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\n  My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  If you gonna make me catch you on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\n  I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\n  Unless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\n  It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\n  I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n  You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\n  I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n  I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\n  I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\n  Keep my wrist lit up\n\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n  50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\n  I'ma say this shit now and never again\n\n  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n  The games you playin', you get killed like that\n  Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch her on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n"},{"id":32150042,"name":"Life's On The Line","trackName":"Life's On The Line","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"50 Cent Greatest Hits Disc 2","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nAnd I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\n\nI got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?\nFor bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\nI came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\nNiggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\nThey keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\nThe thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\nNigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\nMy picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nIf you gonna make me catch you on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\nI'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\nUnless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\nIt's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\nI do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\nYou soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\nI stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\nI catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\nI ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\nKeep my wrist lit up\n\nGet outta line, I get you hit up\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\n\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\nI'ma say this shit now and never again\n\nWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\nThe games you playin', you get killed like that\nActin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\nSee me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\nScream murder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder!\n(Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurder!\n(I don't believe you!)\nMurder, murder!\n(Your life's on the line!)\n\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch her on the late night\nPop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.25] Nobody likes me\n[00:06.10] Nobody likes me but that's okay\n[00:11.28] 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:13.47] And I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:16.22] Fuck all y'all!\n[00:17.13] I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n[00:19.82] My gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?\n[00:22.51] For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n[00:24.39] 'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n[00:27.11] I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n[00:29.83] I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n[00:32.58] Coke price go up, capsules come down\n[00:35.25] The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n[00:37.92] Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\n[00:39.72] They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n[00:43.38] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n[00:45.19] I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n[00:47.80] Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\n[00:50.63] OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n[00:52.46] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n[00:55.16] The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n[00:57.89] The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n[01:00.52] The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\n[01:03.28] Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\n[01:05.98] My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n[01:07.76] Scream murder!\n[01:09.53] (I don't believe you!)\n[01:11.34] Murder!\n[01:12.24] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[01:13.28] Murder!\n[01:15.05] (I don't believe you!)\n[01:15.99] Murder, murder!\n[01:17.79] (Your life's on the line!)\n[01:18.63] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[01:21.37] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[01:23.10] If you gonna make me catch you on the late night\n[01:24.97] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n[01:28.58] I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\n[01:31.21] Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\n[01:33.97] I hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\n[01:36.70] Unless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n[01:38.55] It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\n[01:41.24] I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n[01:43.95] You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\n[01:46.67] I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n[01:49.37] In the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n[01:52.04] \"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n[01:54.77] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n[01:56.57] You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n[01:59.38] Scream murder!\n[02:01.13] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:02.03] Murder!\n[02:03.88] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[02:04.76] Murder!\n[02:06.52] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:07.47] Murder, murder!\n[02:08.32] (Your life's on the line!)\n[02:10.16] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n[02:11.90] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\n[02:14.67] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n[02:17.33] Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n[02:21.97] See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n[02:24.67] I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\n[02:28.21] I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\n[02:30.09] Keep my wrist lit up\n[02:30.93] Get outta line, I get you hit up\n[02:32.72] Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n[02:33.68] You better watch what you say\n[02:35.43] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n[02:37.33] Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n[02:40.04] 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\n[02:42.73] I'ma say this shit now and never again\n[02:45.49] We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n[02:48.19] The games you playin', you get killed like that\n[02:49.99] Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n[02:53.56] See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n[02:55.36] Scream murder!\n[02:57.13] (I don't believe you!)\n[02:58.94] Murder!\n[02:59.84] (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[03:01.72] Murder!\n[03:02.67] (I don't believe you!)\n[03:04.48] Murder, murder!\n[03:05.30] (Your life's on the line!)\n[03:06.24] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[03:08.00] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[03:10.77] You gon' make me catch her on the late night\n[03:12.56] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n[03:16.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Life's On The Line\n  artist: 50 Cent\n  album: 50 Cent Greatest Hits Disc 2\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody likes me\n  start_ms: 2250\n  end_ms: 6100\n- text: Nobody likes me but that's okay\n  start_ms: 6100\n  end_ms: 11280\n- text: '''Cause I don''t like y''all anyway'\n  start_ms: 11280\n  end_ms: 13470\n- text: And I don't like y'all anyway\n  start_ms: 13470\n  end_ms: 16220\n- text: Fuck all y'all!\n  start_ms: 16220\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 19820\n- text: My gat talk for me, blat! 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Whattup homie?\n  For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me\n\n  I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n\n  Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks\n  They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap\n\n  The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me\n  My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  If you gonna make me catch you on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n\n  I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear, \"He say, She say\" shit\n  Unless, he say, she said, \"She on my dick\"\n\n  It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up\n  I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n  You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front\n  I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood they like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\", \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n  I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'\n  I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up\n  Keep my wrist lit up\n\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars\n  50, umm Jay-Z and Nas\n  I'ma say this shit now and never again\n\n  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n  The games you playin', you get killed like that\n  Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?\n\n  Scream murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder!\n  (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murder!\n  (I don't believe you!)\n  Murder, murder!\n  (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch her on the late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six\n"},{"id":18680269,"name":"Life's On The Line","trackName":"Life's On The Line","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"The Official Best Of 50 Cent & G-Unit","duration":218.522993,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me, but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nMan, I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\nI let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, baow! What up, homie?\nThem bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\nI came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\nNiggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\nThey keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\nThe thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\nNigga ain't in his right mind going against me\nMy pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nY'all niggas don't want no part of me\nY'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch you on a late night\nPop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\nI'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\nUnless he say she said she on my dick\nIt's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\nI do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\nYou soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\nI stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNASCAR, truck with a crash bar\nAnd TVs in the dash, pa\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\nI catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\nI sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\nGet outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n50, um... 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What up, homie?\n[00:22.70] Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n[00:25.12] 'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n[00:27.82] I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n[00:30.55] I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[00:33.02] Coke price go up, capsules come down\n[00:35.76] The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n[00:38.10] Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\n[00:40.99] They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\n[00:43.35] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n[00:45.68] I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n[00:48.39] Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\n[00:50.65] OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n[00:53.24] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n[00:55.94] The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\n[00:58.34] The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n[01:01.04] The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\n[01:03.58] Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me\n[01:06.24] My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n[01:08.71] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[01:11.48] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[01:13.92] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[01:17.03] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[01:19.14] Y'all niggas don't want no part of me\n[01:21.56] Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[01:24.07] You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n[01:26.09] Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n[01:29.08] I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\n[01:32.22] Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\n[01:34.72] I hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\n[01:36.98] Unless he say she said she on my dick\n[01:39.58] It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\n[01:42.20] I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\n[01:44.90] You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\n[01:47.16] I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n[01:49.63] In the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n[01:52.76] \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n[01:55.22] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n[01:57.76] You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n[01:59.95] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:02.79] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[02:05.18] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:08.27] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[02:10.17] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[02:12.66] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\n[02:15.43] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n[02:18.01] NASCAR, truck with a crash bar\n[02:20.46] And TVs in the dash, pa\n[02:22.24] See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\n[02:25.49] I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\n[02:28.25] I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\n[02:31.19] Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n[02:32.93] Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n[02:34.48] You better watch what you say\n[02:35.63] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n[02:38.38] Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n[02:40.95] 50, um... 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What!\n[02:56.16] Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[02:59.16] \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n[03:01.77] \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n[03:04.62] \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n[03:06.79] Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me\n[03:08.83] You tryna figure out how y'all started me\n[03:11.45] You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n[03:13.54] Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n[03:18.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Life's On The Line\n  artist: 50 Cent\n  album: The Official Best Of 50 Cent & G-Unit\n  duration_ms: 218523\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody likes me\n  start_ms: 2510\n  end_ms: 7690\n- text: Nobody likes me, but that's okay\n  start_ms: 7690\n  end_ms: 11510\n- text: '''Cause I don''t like y''all anyway'\n  start_ms: 11510\n  end_ms: 13720\n- text: Man, I don't like y'all anyway\n  start_ms: 13720\n  end_ms: 16200\n- text: Fuck all y'all!\n  start_ms: 16200\n  end_ms: 17330\n- text: I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  start_ms: 17330\n  end_ms: 20350\n- text: My gat talk for me, baow! 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What up, homie?\n  Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\n  I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n  Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\n  They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\n  The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me\n  My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no part of me\n  Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\n  I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\n  Unless he say she said she on my dick\n  It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\n  I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\n  You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\n  I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  NASCAR, truck with a crash bar\n  And TVs in the dash, pa\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\n  I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\n  I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n  50, um... 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What!\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me\n  You tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n"},{"id":18515906,"name":"Life's on the Line [*]","trackName":"Life's on the Line [*]","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"50 Cent - Get Rich or Die Tryin'","duration":218.522312,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me, but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nMan, I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\nI let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, baow! What up, homie?\nThem bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\nI came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nI'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nCoke price go up, capsules come down\nThe Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\nNiggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\nThey keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\nLook, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\nOG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\nThe thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\nNigga ain't in his right mind going against me\nMy pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nY'all niggas don't want no part of me\nY'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch you on a late night\nPop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\nI'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\nUnless he say she said she on my dick\nIt's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\nI do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\nYou soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\nI stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\nIn the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\nScream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n\"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n\"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNASCAR, truck with a crash bar\nAnd TVs in the dash, pa\nSee 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\nI catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\nI sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\nGet outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme\nYou better watch what you say\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n50, um... 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What up, homie?\n  Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\n  I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n  Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\n  They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\n  The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me\n  My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no part of me\n  Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\n  I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\n  Unless he say she said she on my dick\n  It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\n  I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\n  You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\n  I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  NASCAR, truck with a crash bar\n  And TVs in the dash, pa\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\n  I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\n  I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n  50, um... 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What!\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me\n  You tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n"},{"id":28819772,"name":"Life's on the Line [*]","trackName":"Life's on the Line [*]","artistName":"50 cent - your life's on the line","albumName":"Power Of The Dollar","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me, but that's okay\n'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\nMan, I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!\nI let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me, baow! 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text: You better watch what you say\n  start_ms: 154950\n  end_ms: 156080\n- text: You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  start_ms: 156080\n  end_ms: 158550\n- text: Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n  start_ms: 158550\n  end_ms: 161830\n- text: 50, um... Jay-Z and Nas\n  start_ms: 161830\n  end_ms: 164230\n- text: I'ma say this shit now and never again\n  start_ms: 164230\n  end_ms: 167680\n- text: We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends\n  start_ms: 167680\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: The games you playing, you get killed like that\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171050\n- text: Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  start_ms: 171050\n  end_ms: 173580\n- text: See me when you see me, nigga! What!\n  start_ms: 173580\n  end_ms: 176330\n- text: Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  start_ms: 176330\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: '\"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you'\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 183320\n- text: '\"Murda,\" I don''t believe you'\n  start_ms: 183320\n  end_ms: 185650\n- text: '\"Murda, murda,\" your life''s on the line'\n  start_ms: 185650\n  end_ms: 187160\n- text: Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me\n  start_ms: 187160\n  end_ms: 189330\n- text: You tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  start_ms: 189330\n  end_ms: 192320\n- text: You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  start_ms: 192320\n  end_ms: 194030\n- text: Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n  start_ms: 194030\n  end_ms: 207420\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 207420\nplain: |-\n  Nobody likes me\n  Nobody likes me, but that's okay\n  'Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n  Man, I don't like y'all anyway\n  Fuck all y'all!\n  I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  My gat talk for me, baow! What up, homie?\n  Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me\n  'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me\n\n  I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  Coke price go up, capsules come down\n  The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n  Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs\n  They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!)\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu\n\n  Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me\n  OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap\n  The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me\n  My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!)\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no part of me\n  Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n\n  I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear \"He say, she say\" shit\n  Unless he say she said she on my dick\n  It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!)\n  I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up\n  You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front\n  I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once\n\n  In the hood, they like, \"Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!)\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  NASCAR, truck with a crash bar\n  And TVs in the dash, pa\n  See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha)\n  I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying\n  I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!)\n\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme\n  You better watch what you say\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars\n  50, um... Jay-Z and Nas\n  I'ma say this shit now and never again\n  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends\n  The games you playing, you get killed like that\n  Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  See me when you see me, nigga! What!\n\n  Scream, \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda,\" fuck around and leave you\n  \"Murda,\" I don't believe you\n  \"Murda, murda,\" your life's on the line\n\n  Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me\n  You tryna figure out how y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six\n"},{"id":20419988,"name":"Your life's on the line","trackName":"Your life's on the line","artistName":"50 Cent","albumName":"Before I Self Destruct (Best Of 50 Cent)","duration":220.277333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nobody likes me\nNobody likes me, but that's okay\nCause I don't like y'all anyway\n... And I don't like y'all anyway\nFuck all y'all!!\nI let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\nMy gat talk for me. BLAT! Whattup homie\nFor bitches who don't know me, They wanna blow me\nCause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me\nI came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\nServe anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\nCoke price go up, cats is come down\nThe D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\nThe bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks\nThey keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\nWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\nI'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu\nLook, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me\nO G's look at me and see what they used to be\nI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\nThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So\nThe thug they pop shit, the thug that pop clips\nThe thug that went from three and a half to whole brick\nNigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me\nMy picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\nScream murda! (I don't believe you!)\nMurda! (Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurda! (I don't believe you!)\nMurda, murda! (Your life's on the line!)\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how high y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch you on a late night\nPop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six\n\nI'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random\nNot a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome\nI hate to hear \"He say, She say\" shit\nUnless he say she say shes on my dick\nIt's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up\nI do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\nYou soft through, be puttin up a crazy front\nI stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\nIn the hood they be like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n\"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\nBeef, you don't want none, so don't start none\nYou just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\nScream murda! (I don't believe you!)\nMurda! (Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurda! (I don't believe you!)\nMurda, murda! (Your life's on the line!)\n\nThese cats always escape reality when they rhyme\nThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes\nLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\nNascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\nSee 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa\nI catch stunts when I ain't tryin\nI ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up\nKeep my rent split up\nGet outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)\nNow if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say\nYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\nNow here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:\n50, umm... Jay-Z and Nas\nI'ma say this shit now and never again\nWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\nThe games you playin, you get killed like that\nActin like you all hard, you ain't built like that\nSee me when you see me nigga, one (one)\n\nScream murda! (I don't believe you!)\nMurda! (Fuck around and leave you!)\nMurda! (I don't believe you!)\nMurda, murda! (Your life's on the line!)\nY'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\nI'm tryna figure out how high y'all started me\nYou gon' make me catch you on a late night\nPop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six\n-- Synced by NoMan --\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] Nobody likes me\n[00:07.60] Nobody likes me, but that's okay\n[00:11.44] Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:14.00] ... And I don't like y'all anyway\n[00:15.99] Fuck all y'all!!\n[00:17.16] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n[00:20.12] My gat talk for me. BLAT! Whattup homie\n[00:22.69] For bitches who don't know me, They wanna blow me\n[00:25.21] Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me\n[00:27.76] I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n[00:30.48] Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n[00:33.08] Coke price go up, cats is come down\n[00:35.68] The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n[00:38.16] The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks\n[00:40.64] They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n[00:43.32] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n[00:45.64] I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu\n[00:48.19] Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me\n[00:50.73] O G's look at me and see what they used to be\n[00:53.21] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n[00:55.88] The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So\n[00:58.44] The thug they pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n[01:01.07] The thug that went from three and a half to whole brick\n[01:03.65] Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me\n[01:06.04] My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\n[01:08.64] Scream murda! 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(Your life's on the line!)\n[01:19.12] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[01:21.36] I'm tryna figure out how high y'all started me\n[01:23.88] You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n[01:25.90] Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six\n\n[01:29.19] I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random\n[01:32.02] Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome\n[01:34.67] I hate to hear \"He say, She say\" shit\n[01:36.94] Unless he say she say shes on my dick\n[01:39.50] It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up\n[01:42.26] I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n[01:44.82] You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front\n[01:47.15] I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n[01:49.71] In the hood they be like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n[01:52.78] \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n[01:55.27] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n[01:57.67] You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\n[02:00.24] Scream murda! (I don't believe you!)\n[02:02.76] Murda! (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[02:05.23] Murda! (I don't believe you!)\n[02:08.20] Murda, murda! (Your life's on the line!)\n\n[02:10.35] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n[02:12.80] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes\n[02:15.31] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n[02:17.79] Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n[02:22.36] See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n[02:25.63] I catch stunts when I ain't tryin\n[02:27.51] I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up\n[02:29.99] Keep my rent split up\n[02:31.28] Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)\n[02:33.11] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say\n[02:35.83] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n[02:38.47] Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:\n[02:41.23] 50, umm... Jay-Z and Nas\n[02:43.76] I'ma say this shit now and never again\n[02:46.12] We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n[02:48.92] The games you playin, you get killed like that\n[02:51.36] Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n[02:53.80] See me when you see me nigga, one (one)\n\n[02:56.37] Scream murda! (I don't believe you!)\n[02:59.17] Murda! (Fuck around and leave you!)\n[03:01.73] Murda! (I don't believe you!)\n[03:04.61] Murda, murda! (Your life's on the line!)\n[03:06.88] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n[03:09.16] I'm tryna figure out how high y'all started me\n[03:11.61] You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n[03:13.53] Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six\n[03:20.06] -- Synced by NoMan --\n[03:36.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Your life's on the line\n  artist: 50 Cent\n  album: Before I Self Destruct (Best Of 50 Cent)\n  duration_ms: 220277\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nobody likes me\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 7600\n- text: Nobody likes me, but that's okay\n  start_ms: 7600\n  end_ms: 11440\n- text: Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n  start_ms: 11440\n  end_ms: 14000\n- text: '... And I don''t like y''all anyway'\n  start_ms: 14000\n  end_ms: 15990\n- text: Fuck all y'all!!\n  start_ms: 15990\n  end_ms: 17160\n- text: I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  start_ms: 17160\n  end_ms: 20120\n- text: My gat talk for me. BLAT! 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(Your life's on the line!)\n  start_ms: 76840\n  end_ms: 79120\n- text: Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  start_ms: 79120\n  end_ms: 81360\n- text: I'm tryna figure out how high y'all started me\n  start_ms: 81360\n  end_ms: 83880\n- text: You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  start_ms: 83880\n  end_ms: 85900\n- text: Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six\n  start_ms: 85900\n  end_ms: 89190\n- text: I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random\n  start_ms: 89190\n  end_ms: 92020\n- text: Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome\n  start_ms: 92020\n  end_ms: 94670\n- text: I hate to hear \"He say, She say\" shit\n  start_ms: 94670\n  end_ms: 96940\n- text: Unless he say she say shes on my dick\n  start_ms: 96940\n  end_ms: 99500\n- text: It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up\n  start_ms: 99500\n  end_ms: 102260\n- text: I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n  start_ms: 102260\n  end_ms: 104820\n- text: You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front\n  start_ms: 104820\n  end_ms: 107150\n- text: I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n  start_ms: 107150\n  end_ms: 109710\n- text: In the hood they be like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n  start_ms: 109710\n  end_ms: 112780\n- text: '\"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on ''em\"'\n  start_ms: 112780\n  end_ms: 115270\n- text: Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  start_ms: 115270\n  end_ms: 117670\n- text: You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n  start_ms: 117670\n  end_ms: 120240\n- text: Scream murda! (I don't believe you!)\n  start_ms: 120240\n  end_ms: 122760\n- text: Murda! (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  start_ms: 122760\n  end_ms: 125230\n- text: Murda! (I don't believe you!)\n  start_ms: 125230\n  end_ms: 128200\n- text: Murda, murda! (Your life's on the line!)\n  start_ms: 128200\n  end_ms: 130350\n- text: These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n  start_ms: 130350\n  end_ms: 132800\n- text: That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes\n  start_ms: 132800\n  end_ms: 135310\n- text: Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  start_ms: 135310\n  end_ms: 137790\n- text: Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n  start_ms: 137790\n  end_ms: 142360\n- text: See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n  start_ms: 142360\n  end_ms: 145630\n- text: I catch stunts when I ain't tryin\n  start_ms: 145630\n  end_ms: 147510\n- text: I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up\n  start_ms: 147510\n  end_ms: 149990\n- text: Keep my rent split up\n  start_ms: 149990\n  end_ms: 151280\n- text: Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)\n  start_ms: 151280\n  end_ms: 153110\n- text: Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say\n  start_ms: 153110\n  end_ms: 155830\n- text: You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  start_ms: 155830\n  end_ms: 158470\n- text: 'Now here''s a list of MC''s that can kill you in eight bars:'\n  start_ms: 158470\n  end_ms: 161230\n- text: 50, umm... Jay-Z and Nas\n  start_ms: 161230\n  end_ms: 163760\n- text: I'ma say this shit now and never again\n  start_ms: 163760\n  end_ms: 166120\n- text: We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n  start_ms: 166120\n  end_ms: 168920\n- text: The games you playin, you get killed like that\n  start_ms: 168920\n  end_ms: 171360\n- text: Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  start_ms: 171360\n  end_ms: 173800\n- text: See me when you see me nigga, one (one)\n  start_ms: 173800\n  end_ms: 176370\n- text: Scream murda! (I don't believe you!)\n  start_ms: 176370\n  end_ms: 179170\n- text: Murda! (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  start_ms: 179170\n  end_ms: 181730\n- text: Murda! (I don't believe you!)\n  start_ms: 181730\n  end_ms: 184610\n- text: Murda, murda! (Your life's on the line!)\n  start_ms: 184610\n  end_ms: 186880\n- text: Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  start_ms: 186880\n  end_ms: 189160\n- text: I'm tryna figure out how high y'all started me\n  start_ms: 189160\n  end_ms: 191610\n- text: You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  start_ms: 191610\n  end_ms: 193530\n- text: Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six\n  start_ms: 193530\n  end_ms: 200060\n- text: -- Synced by NoMan --\n  start_ms: 200060\n  end_ms: 216640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 216640\nplain: |\n  Nobody likes me\n  Nobody likes me, but that's okay\n  Cause I don't like y'all anyway\n  ... And I don't like y'all anyway\n  Fuck all y'all!!\n  I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me\n  My gat talk for me. BLAT! Whattup homie\n  For bitches who don't know me, They wanna blow me\n  Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me\n  I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now\n  Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown\n  Coke price go up, cats is come down\n  The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found\n  The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks\n  They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack\n  When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to\n  I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu\n  Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me\n  O G's look at me and see what they used to be\n  I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope\n  The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So\n  The thug they pop shit, the thug that pop clips\n  The thug that went from three and a half to whole brick\n  Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me\n  My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see\n\n  Scream murda! (I don't believe you!)\n  Murda! (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murda! (I don't believe you!)\n  Murda, murda! (Your life's on the line!)\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how high y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six\n\n  I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random\n  Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome\n  I hate to hear \"He say, She say\" shit\n  Unless he say she say shes on my dick\n  It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up\n  I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up\n  You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front\n  I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once\n  In the hood they be like, \"Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em\"\n  \"You heard that shit?\" \"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em\"\n  Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none\n  You just a small player in this game, play a part son\n\n  Scream murda! (I don't believe you!)\n  Murda! (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murda! (I don't believe you!)\n  Murda, murda! (Your life's on the line!)\n\n  These cats always escape reality when they rhyme\n  That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes\n  Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car\n  Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa\n  See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa\n  I catch stunts when I ain't tryin\n  I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up\n  Keep my rent split up\n  Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)\n  Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say\n  You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away\n  Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:\n  50, umm... Jay-Z and Nas\n  I'ma say this shit now and never again\n  We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends\n  The games you playin, you get killed like that\n  Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that\n  See me when you see me nigga, one (one)\n\n  Scream murda! (I don't believe you!)\n  Murda! (Fuck around and leave you!)\n  Murda! (I don't believe you!)\n  Murda, murda! (Your life's on the line!)\n  Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me\n  I'm tryna figure out how high y'all started me\n  You gon' make me catch you on a late night\n  Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six\n  -- Synced by NoMan --\n"}]