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Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts\n'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek\nThen come out the back of your head, now your just a memory\nGraphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X\nNiggas want to be the king, I dont give a fuck who's best\nJust watch your mouth, talkin down in the south\nI'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Ooh la la bangladesh.\n[00:09.12] Heyyy...\n[00:12.79] See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich\n[00:17.27] Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit\n[00:19.95] Stay down for whatever forever hustle wit my misfit holmes\n[00:27.14] And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich\n[00:29.81] Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits\n[00:33.55] Deep, on a creep, fifty zones tucked under the brougham.\n[00:38.90] Fifty zones tucked under the brougham\n[00:39.88] I keep a big old nigga beater heater\n[00:42.56] Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater\n[00:46.18] Im make them say skeeter skeeter\n[00:47.04] Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter\n[00:49.78] I know you want to fuck my ho but you too scared to meet her\n[00:53.42] See you ain't got enough bread to even start to treat her\n[00:56.15] The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter\n[00:59.76] I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha\n[01:02.41] If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her\n[01:06.05] I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers\n[01:08.75] Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers\n[01:12.33] I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit\n[01:16.08] I ain't trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick\n[01:18.74] Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage\n[01:21.49] Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page\n[01:25.02] Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust\n[01:28.64] Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts\n[01:31.38] Yeah man.\n[01:59.45] Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in\n[02:01.23] Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent\n[02:04.83] Bounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole\n[02:07.58] I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old\n[02:11.15] Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up\n[02:13.86] Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us\n[02:17.57] Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few\n[02:20.22] Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do\n[02:24.71] Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits\n[02:27.41] I try to give it to them just how it come to me\n[02:35.64] Real and unedited, not like it be on TV\n[02:36.56] Be myself and dont be what those haters want me to be\n[02:39.22] Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free\n[02:44.62] Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood\n[02:47.33] Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood\n[02:50.01] Nigga\n[03:18.17] You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it\n[03:19.02] Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it\n[03:21.73] It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked\n[03:25.33] Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake\n[03:28.08] That you just made, thinking a player could get played\n[03:32.55] Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped\n[03:35.29] My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars\n[03:38.94] And it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya\n[03:41.69] FIRE!\n[03:43.47] Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up\n[03:45.28] Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts\n[03:47.98] 'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek\n[03:51.50] Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory\n[03:55.23] Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X\n[03:57.97] Niggas want to be the king, I dont give a fuck who's best\n[04:01.56] Just watch your mouth, talkin down in the south\n[04:04.26] I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out\n[04:07.81] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 12. 8Ball & MJG - Forever (feat. 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Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts\n  'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek\n  Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory\n  Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X\n  Niggas want to be the king, I dont give a fuck who's best\n  Just watch your mouth, talkin down in the south\n  I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out\n"},{"id":12588799,"name":"12. 8Ball & MJG - Forever","trackName":"12. 8Ball & MJG - Forever","artistName":"8ball","albumName":"Living Legends","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ooh la la bangladesh.\nHeyyy...\n\nSee a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich\nRide with a couple hundred G's in acuit\nStay down for whatever forever hustle with my misfit homes\nAnd soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich\nTil then its back to hustlin with my misfits\nDeep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.\nFifty songs tucked under the prone\n\nI keep a big old nigga beater heater\nIts in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater\nIm make them say skeeter skeeter\nKeep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter\nI know you want to f**k my hoe but you too scared to meet her\nSee you aint got enough bread to even start to treat her\nThe way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter\nI hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha\nIf I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her\nI spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers\nJust as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers\nI'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit\nI aint trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick\nCome on, where my money, let me hit the stage\nF**k them long interviews, just give us the front page\nBlack G apostrophe S us, forever bust\nThem lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts\n\nYeah man.\nSticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in\nStraight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent\nBounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole\nI been rocking mics since I was 17 years old\n\nSmoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and f**king up\nEverybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us\nYeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few\nGot my bread and didn't do what the f**k I was supposed to do\nMoney blinds players, turns them into evil spirits\nNiggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics\nI try to give it to them just how it come to me\nReal and unedited, not like it be on T.V\nBe myself and dont be what those haters want me to be\nTake the good the bad hit my knees set me free\nMake the bad good, put that on my leather and wood\nCinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood\nNigga\n\nYou need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it\nTurn around the broom handle and trying to hold it\nIt's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked\nNow you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake\nThat you just made, thinking a player could get played\nThinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped\nMy whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars\nAnd it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya\nFIRE!\n\nJumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up\nF**k me? Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts\n'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek\nThen come out the back of your head, now your just a memory\nGraphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X\nNiggaz want to be the king, I dont give a f**k who's best\nJust watch your mouth, talkin down in the south\nI'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 12. 8Ball & MJG - Forever\n  artist: 8ball\n  album: Living Legends\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ooh la la bangladesh.\n  Heyyy...\n\n  See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich\n  Ride with a couple hundred G's in acuit\n  Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my misfit homes\n  And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich\n  Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits\n  Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.\n  Fifty songs tucked under the prone\n\n  I keep a big old nigga beater heater\n  Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater\n  Im make them say skeeter skeeter\n  Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter\n  I know you want to f**k my hoe but you too scared to meet her\n  See you aint got enough bread to even start to treat her\n  The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter\n  I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha\n  If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her\n  I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers\n  Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers\n  I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit\n  I aint trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick\n  Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage\n  F**k them long interviews, just give us the front page\n  Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust\n  Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts\n\n  Yeah man.\n  Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in\n  Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent\n  Bounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole\n  I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old\n\n  Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and f**king up\n  Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us\n  Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few\n  Got my bread and didn't do what the f**k I was supposed to do\n  Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits\n  Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics\n  I try to give it to them just how it come to me\n  Real and unedited, not like it be on T.V\n  Be myself and dont be what those haters want me to be\n  Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free\n  Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood\n  Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood\n  Nigga\n\n  You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it\n  Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it\n  It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked\n  Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake\n  That you just made, thinking a player could get played\n  Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped\n  My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars\n  And it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya\n  FIRE!\n\n  Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up\n  F**k me? 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Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts\n'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek\nThen come out the back of your head, now your just a memory\nGraphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X\nNiggaz want to be the king, I dont give a f**k who's best\nJust watch your mouth, talkin down in the south\nI'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Forever\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: 'Forever # Confessions (12'''' Vinyl Promo)'\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ooh la la bangladesh.\n  Heyyy...\n\n  See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich\n  Ride with a couple hundred G's in acuit\n  Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my misfit homes\n  And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich\n  Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits\n  Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.\n  Fifty songs tucked under the prone\n\n  I keep a big old nigga beater heater\n  Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater\n  Im make them say skeeter skeeter\n  Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter\n  I know you want to f**k my hoe but you too scared to meet her\n  See you aint got enough bread to even start to treat her\n  The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter\n  I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha\n  If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her\n  I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers\n  Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers\n  I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit\n  I aint trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick\n  Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage\n  F**k them long interviews, just give us the front page\n  Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust\n  Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts\n\n  Yeah man.\n  Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in\n  Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent\n  Bounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole\n  I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old\n\n  Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and f**king up\n  Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us\n  Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few\n  Got my bread and didn't do what the f**k I was supposed to do\n  Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits\n  Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics\n  I try to give it to them just how it come to me\n  Real and unedited, not like it be on T.V\n  Be myself and dont be what those haters want me to be\n  Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free\n  Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood\n  Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood\n  Nigga\n\n  You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it\n  Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it\n  It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked\n  Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake\n  That you just made, thinking a player could get played\n  Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped\n  My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars\n  And it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya\n  FIRE!\n\n  Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up\n  F**k me? Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts\n  'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek\n  Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory\n  Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X\n  Niggaz want to be the king, I dont give a f**k who's best\n  Just watch your mouth, talkin down in the south\n  I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out\n"},{"id":29896525,"name":"Forever","trackName":"Forever","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"Living Legends","duration":454.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ooh la la bangladesh.\nHeyyy...\n\nSee a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich\nRide with a couple hundred G's in acuit\nStay down for whatever forever hustle with my misfit homes\nAnd soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich\nTil then its back to hustlin with my misfits\nDeep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.\nFifty songs tucked under the prone\n\nI keep a big old nigga beater heater\nIts in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater\nIm make them say skeeter skeeter\nKeep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter\nI know you want to f**k my hoe but you too scared to meet her\nSee you aint got enough bread to even start to treat her\nThe way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter\nI hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha\nIf I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her\nI spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers\nJust as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers\nI'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit\nI aint trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick\nCome on, where my money, let me hit the stage\nF**k them long interviews, just give us the front page\nBlack G apostrophe S us, forever bust\nThem lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts\n\nYeah man.\nSticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in\nStraight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent\nBounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole\nI been rocking mics since I was 17 years old\n\nSmoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and f**king up\nEverybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us\nYeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few\nGot my bread and didn't do what the f**k I was supposed to do\nMoney blinds players, turns them into evil spirits\nNiggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics\nI try to give it to them just how it come to me\nReal and unedited, not like it be on T.V\nBe myself and dont be what those haters want me to be\nTake the good the bad hit my knees set me free\nMake the bad good, put that on my leather and wood\nCinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood\nNigga\n\nYou need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it\nTurn around the broom handle and trying to hold it\nIt's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked\nNow you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake\nThat you just made, thinking a player could get played\nThinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped\nMy whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars\nAnd it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya\nFIRE!\n\nJumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up\nF**k me? Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts\n'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek\nThen come out the back of your head, now your just a memory\nGraphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X\nNiggaz want to be the king, I dont give a f**k who's best\nJust watch your mouth, talkin down in the south\nI'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Forever\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: Living Legends\n  duration_ms: 454000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ooh la la bangladesh.\n  Heyyy...\n\n  See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich\n  Ride with a couple hundred G's in acuit\n  Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my misfit homes\n  And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich\n  Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits\n  Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.\n  Fifty songs tucked under the prone\n\n  I keep a big old nigga beater heater\n  Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater\n  Im make them say skeeter skeeter\n  Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter\n  I know you want to f**k my hoe but you too scared to meet her\n  See you aint got enough bread to even start to treat her\n  The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter\n  I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha\n  If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her\n  I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers\n  Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers\n  I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit\n  I aint trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick\n  Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage\n  F**k them long interviews, just give us the front page\n  Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust\n  Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts\n\n  Yeah man.\n  Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in\n  Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent\n  Bounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole\n  I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old\n\n  Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and f**king up\n  Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us\n  Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few\n  Got my bread and didn't do what the f**k I was supposed to do\n  Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits\n  Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics\n  I try to give it to them just how it come to me\n  Real and unedited, not like it be on T.V\n  Be myself and dont be what those haters want me to be\n  Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free\n  Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood\n  Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood\n  Nigga\n\n  You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it\n  Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it\n  It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked\n  Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake\n  That you just made, thinking a player could get played\n  Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped\n  My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars\n  And it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya\n  FIRE!\n\n  Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up\n  F**k me? Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts\n  'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek\n  Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory\n  Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X\n  Niggaz want to be the king, I dont give a f**k who's best\n  Just watch your mouth, talkin down in the south\n  I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out\n"},{"id":31619323,"name":"Forever","trackName":"Forever","artistName":"8ball & MJG","albumName":"Livin' Legdens","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ooh la la bangladesh.\nHeyyy...\n\nSee a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich\nRide with a couple hundred G's in acuit\nStay down for whatever forever hustle with my misfit homes\nAnd soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich\nTil then its back to hustlin with my misfits\nDeep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.\nFifty songs tucked under the prone\n\nI keep a big old nigga beater heater\nIts in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater\nIm make them say skeeter skeeter\nKeep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter\nI know you want to f**k my hoe but you too scared to meet her\nSee you aint got enough bread to even start to treat her\nThe way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter\nI hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha\nIf I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her\nI spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers\nJust as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers\nI'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit\nI aint trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick\nCome on, where my money, let me hit the stage\nF**k them long interviews, just give us the front page\nBlack G apostrophe S us, forever bust\nThem lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts\n\nYeah man.\nSticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in\nStraight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent\nBounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole\nI been rocking mics since I was 17 years old\n\nSmoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and f**king up\nEverybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us\nYeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few\nGot my bread and didn't do what the f**k I was supposed to do\nMoney blinds players, turns them into evil spirits\nNiggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics\nI try to give it to them just how it come to me\nReal and unedited, not like it be on T.V\nBe myself and dont be what those haters want me to be\nTake the good the bad hit my knees set me free\nMake the bad good, put that on my leather and wood\nCinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood\nNigga\n\nYou need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it\nTurn around the broom handle and trying to hold it\nIt's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked\nNow you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake\nThat you just made, thinking a player could get played\nThinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped\nMy whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars\nAnd it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya\nFIRE!\n\nJumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up\nF**k me? Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts\n'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek\nThen come out the back of your head, now your just a memory\nGraphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X\nNiggaz want to be the king, I dont give a f**k who's best\nJust watch your mouth, talkin down in the south\nI'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Forever\n  artist: 8ball & MJG\n  album: Livin' Legdens\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ooh la la bangladesh.\n  Heyyy...\n\n  See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich\n  Ride with a couple hundred G's in acuit\n  Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my misfit homes\n  And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich\n  Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits\n  Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.\n  Fifty songs tucked under the prone\n\n  I keep a big old nigga beater heater\n  Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater\n  Im make them say skeeter skeeter\n  Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter\n  I know you want to f**k my hoe but you too scared to meet her\n  See you aint got enough bread to even start to treat her\n  The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter\n  I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha\n  If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her\n  I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers\n  Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers\n  I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit\n  I aint trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick\n  Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage\n  F**k them long interviews, just give us the front page\n  Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust\n  Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts\n\n  Yeah man.\n  Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in\n  Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent\n  Bounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole\n  I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old\n\n  Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and f**king up\n  Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us\n  Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few\n  Got my bread and didn't do what the f**k I was supposed to do\n  Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits\n  Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics\n  I try to give it to them just how it come to me\n  Real and unedited, not like it be on T.V\n  Be myself and dont be what those haters want me to be\n  Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free\n  Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood\n  Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood\n  Nigga\n\n  You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it\n  Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it\n  It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked\n  Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake\n  That you just made, thinking a player could get played\n  Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped\n  My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars\n  And it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya\n  FIRE!\n\n  Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up\n  F**k me? 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Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts\n  'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek\n  Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory\n  Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X\n  Niggaz want to be the king, I dont give a f**k who's best\n  Just watch your mouth, talkin down in the south\n  I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out\n"},{"id":36382400,"name":"Forever","trackName":"Forever","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"Living Legends: Chopped and Screwed","duration":389.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ooh la la bangladesh.\nHeyyy...\n\nSee a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich\nRide with a couple hundred G's in acuit\nStay down for whatever forever hustle with my misfit homes\nAnd soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich\nTil then its back to hustlin with my misfits\nDeep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.\nFifty songs tucked under the prone\n\nI keep a big old nigga beater heater\nIts in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater\nIm make them say skeeter skeeter\nKeep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter\nI know you want to f**k my hoe but you too scared to meet her\nSee you aint got enough bread to even start to treat her\nThe way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter\nI hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha\nIf I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her\nI spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers\nJust as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers\nI'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit\nI aint trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick\nCome on, where my money, let me hit the stage\nF**k them long interviews, just give us the front page\nBlack G apostrophe S us, forever bust\nThem lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts\n\nYeah man.\nSticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in\nStraight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent\nBounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole\nI been rocking mics since I was 17 years old\n\nSmoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and f**king up\nEverybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us\nYeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few\nGot my bread and didn't do what the f**k I was supposed to do\nMoney blinds players, turns them into evil spirits\nNiggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics\nI try to give it to them just how it come to me\nReal and unedited, not like it be on T.V\nBe myself and dont be what those haters want me to be\nTake the good the bad hit my knees set me free\nMake the bad good, put that on my leather and wood\nCinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood\nNigga\n\nYou need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it\nTurn around the broom handle and trying to hold it\nIt's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked\nNow you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake\nThat you just made, thinking a player could get played\nThinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped\nMy whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars\nAnd it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya\nFIRE!\n\nJumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up\nF**k me? 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Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts\n[03:47.98] 'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek\n[03:51.50] Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory\n[03:55.23] Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X\n[03:57.97] Niggas want to be the king, I dont give a fuck who's best\n[04:01.56] Just watch your mouth, talkin down in the south\n[04:04.26] I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out\n[04:07.81] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Forever (ft. 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