[{"id":9340816,"name":"The Solution","trackName":"The Solution","artistName":"9th Wonder","albumName":"The Solution","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1]\nThey call me Bruce Wayne Buck, Batman BDI\nYou can t fuck with that man BDI\nPsychotic when he get really high\nI got it -- don t I sound really fly?\nEvery lady in the spot agree\nIf it ain t Buckshot, it s me, K.B\nSame person in the Benz with the curtain\nAnd the chauffeur saying, Buck, turn right?\nI m like, for certain\nIt was real hard getting this far\nBut I got this label, this house, this money, this car\nCan you say this, pa?\nI think not; I think of how I feel, I think Pac\nMe Against the World, shed so many tears\nWriting letters, saying dear mama, can you really hear\nWhere I m coming from; that s the bottom line\nAnd the goal is to hit the top and not waste time\nLike tick tock, when the clock hit one\nY all niggas is done\nBuckshot s it, you should stop\n[Verse 2]\nStick a fork in em\nNo disrespect to the rest, but Buckshot got New York in him\nLittle guy, blue denim\nNot a snake, but the words that I use is like true venom\nAll in em, all women\nRecognize that the way that I ball is what you call tennis\nBack and forth; who loves college, Asher Roth?\nMe, I m from the university they call raw\nKill em all, reservoir dogs on the hounds ll\n\nWhose town? Cause from this point it s all Buck\nAnd, um, everybody down know what s up\nMajor moves, make your moves\nBuckshot, 9th Wonder on the spot\nNever play by the rules like\nTock, tick, when the clock hit one\nY all niggas is done\nBuckshot s it, you need to stop\n[Verse 3]\nIt don t matter, the Porsche or the Spider\nOr me in the BM, pulling a all-nighter\nIt s all right cause\nMy pockets ain t seen a gap in a while\nAll you see is the gap or a crack when I smile but\nIt s okay cause I still get ladies anyway\nShe thinking she bright but she shady anyway\nWe don t give a fuck, do we? Nah\nSmoke when I school dudes, Cooley High\nTruly fly\nChicks get jealous, man\nThey used to listen before, but now I tell em, nah\nStep aside, let the boss get past\nYou a trick; why, nigga? Cause you floss from Mass\nI m like, damn, you worked so hard just to give it up\nShe chilling in your car cause she give it up\nWhat a life. I m a witness\nEnough to tell niggas, mind your business\nYou need to stop\n[Outro]\nStop and listen, listen and stop\nNumber one album, 9th Wonder, Buckshot\nThis is what we do, I salute shit\nComes every day, I pollute shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Solution\n artist: 9th Wonder\n album: The Solution\n duration_ms: 272000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Verse 1]\n They call me Bruce Wayne Buck, Batman BDI\n You can t fuck with that man BDI\n Psychotic when he get really high\n I got it -- don t I sound really fly?\n Every lady in the spot agree\n If it ain t Buckshot, it s me, K.B\n Same person in the Benz with the curtain\n And the chauffeur saying, Buck, turn right?\n I m like, for certain\n It was real hard getting this far\n But I got this label, this house, this money, this car\n Can you say this, pa?\n I think not; I think of how I feel, I think Pac\n Me Against the World, shed so many tears\n Writing letters, saying dear mama, can you really hear\n Where I m coming from; that s the bottom line\n And the goal is to hit the top and not waste time\n Like tick tock, when the clock hit one\n Y all niggas is done\n Buckshot s it, you should stop\n [Verse 2]\n Stick a fork in em\n No disrespect to the rest, but Buckshot got New York in him\n Little guy, blue denim\n Not a snake, but the words that I use is like true venom\n All in em, all women\n Recognize that the way that I ball is what you call tennis\n Back and forth; who loves college, Asher Roth?\n Me, I m from the university they call raw\n Kill em all, reservoir dogs on the hounds ll\n\n Whose town? Cause from this point it s all Buck\n And, um, everybody down know what s up\n Major moves, make your moves\n Buckshot, 9th Wonder on the spot\n Never play by the rules like\n Tock, tick, when the clock hit one\n Y all niggas is done\n Buckshot s it, you need to stop\n [Verse 3]\n It don t matter, the Porsche or the Spider\n Or me in the BM, pulling a all-nighter\n It s all right cause\n My pockets ain t seen a gap in a while\n All you see is the gap or a crack when I smile but\n It s okay cause I still get ladies anyway\n She thinking she bright but she shady anyway\n We don t give a fuck, do we? Nah\n Smoke when I school dudes, Cooley High\n Truly fly\n Chicks get jealous, man\n They used to listen before, but now I tell em, nah\n Step aside, let the boss get past\n You a trick; why, nigga? Cause you floss from Mass\n I m like, damn, you worked so hard just to give it up\n She chilling in your car cause she give it up\n What a life. I m a witness\n Enough to tell niggas, mind your business\n You need to stop\n [Outro]\n Stop and listen, listen and stop\n Number one album, 9th Wonder, Buckshot\n This is what we do, I salute shit\n Comes every day, I pollute shit\n"},{"id":9340815,"name":"The Solution","trackName":"The Solution","artistName":"9th Wonder & Buckshot","albumName":"The Solution","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1]\nThey call me Bruce Wayne Buck, Batman BDI\nYou can t fuck with that man BDI\nPsychotic when he get really high\nI got it -- don t I sound really fly?\nEvery lady in the spot agree\nIf it ain t Buckshot, it s me, K.B\nSame person in the Benz with the curtain\nAnd the chauffeur saying, Buck, turn right?\nI m like, for certain\nIt was real hard getting this far\nBut I got this label, this house, this money, this car\nCan you say this, pa?\nI think not; I think of how I feel, I think Pac\nMe Against the World, shed so many tears\nWriting letters, saying dear mama, can you really hear\nWhere I m coming from; that s the bottom line\nAnd the goal is to hit the top and not waste time\nLike tick tock, when the clock hit one\nY all niggas is done\nBuckshot s it, you should stop\n[Verse 2]\nStick a fork in em\nNo disrespect to the rest, but Buckshot got New York in him\nLittle guy, blue denim\nNot a snake, but the words that I use is like true venom\nAll in em, all women\nRecognize that the way that I ball is what you call tennis\nBack and forth; who loves college, Asher Roth?\nMe, I m from the university they call raw\nKill em all, reservoir dogs on the hounds ll\n\nWhose town? Cause from this point it s all Buck\nAnd, um, everybody down know what s up\nMajor moves, make your moves\nBuckshot, 9th Wonder on the spot\nNever play by the rules like\nTock, tick, when the clock hit one\nY all niggas is done\nBuckshot s it, you need to stop\n[Verse 3]\nIt don t matter, the Porsche or the Spider\nOr me in the BM, pulling a all-nighter\nIt s all right cause\nMy pockets ain t seen a gap in a while\nAll you see is the gap or a crack when I smile but\nIt s okay cause I still get ladies anyway\nShe thinking she bright but she shady anyway\nWe don t give a fuck, do we? Nah\nSmoke when I school dudes, Cooley High\nTruly fly\nChicks get jealous, man\nThey used to listen before, but now I tell em, nah\nStep aside, let the boss get past\nYou a trick; why, nigga? Cause you floss from Mass\nI m like, damn, you worked so hard just to give it up\nShe chilling in your car cause she give it up\nWhat a life. I m a witness\nEnough to tell niggas, mind your business\nYou need to stop\n[Outro]\nStop and listen, listen and stop\nNumber one album, 9th Wonder, Buckshot\nThis is what we do, I salute shit\nComes every day, I pollute shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Solution\n artist: 9th Wonder & Buckshot\n album: The Solution\n duration_ms: 272000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Verse 1]\n They call me Bruce Wayne Buck, Batman BDI\n You can t fuck with that man BDI\n Psychotic when he get really high\n I got it -- don t I sound really fly?\n Every lady in the spot agree\n If it ain t Buckshot, it s me, K.B\n Same person in the Benz with the curtain\n And the chauffeur saying, Buck, turn right?\n I m like, for certain\n It was real hard getting this far\n But I got this label, this house, this money, this car\n Can you say this, pa?\n I think not; I think of how I feel, I think Pac\n Me Against the World, shed so many tears\n Writing letters, saying dear mama, can you really hear\n Where I m coming from; that s the bottom line\n And the goal is to hit the top and not waste time\n Like tick tock, when the clock hit one\n Y all niggas is done\n Buckshot s it, you should stop\n [Verse 2]\n Stick a fork in em\n No disrespect to the rest, but Buckshot got New York in him\n Little guy, blue denim\n Not a snake, but the words that I use is like true venom\n All in em, all women\n Recognize that the way that I ball is what you call tennis\n Back and forth; who loves college, Asher Roth?\n Me, I m from the university they call raw\n Kill em all, reservoir dogs on the hounds ll\n\n Whose town? Cause from this point it s all Buck\n And, um, everybody down know what s up\n Major moves, make your moves\n Buckshot, 9th Wonder on the spot\n Never play by the rules like\n Tock, tick, when the clock hit one\n Y all niggas is done\n Buckshot s it, you need to stop\n [Verse 3]\n It don t matter, the Porsche or the Spider\n Or me in the BM, pulling a all-nighter\n It s all right cause\n My pockets ain t seen a gap in a while\n All you see is the gap or a crack when I smile but\n It s okay cause I still get ladies anyway\n She thinking she bright but she shady anyway\n We don t give a fuck, do we? Nah\n Smoke when I school dudes, Cooley High\n Truly fly\n Chicks get jealous, man\n They used to listen before, but now I tell em, nah\n Step aside, let the boss get past\n You a trick; why, nigga? Cause you floss from Mass\n I m like, damn, you worked so hard just to give it up\n She chilling in your car cause she give it up\n What a life. I m a witness\n Enough to tell niggas, mind your business\n You need to stop\n [Outro]\n Stop and listen, listen and stop\n Number one album, 9th Wonder, Buckshot\n This is what we do, I salute shit\n Comes every day, I pollute shit\n"},{"id":29843444,"name":"The Solution","trackName":"The Solution","artistName":"Buckshot and 9th Wonder","albumName":"The Solution","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1]\nThey call me Bruce Wayne Buck, Batman BDI\nYou can t fuck with that man BDI\nPsychotic when he get really high\nI got it -- don t I sound really fly?\nEvery lady in the spot agree\nIf it ain t Buckshot, it s me, K.B\nSame person in the Benz with the curtain\nAnd the chauffeur saying, Buck, turn right?\nI m like, for certain\nIt was real hard getting this far\nBut I got this label, this house, this money, this car\nCan you say this, pa?\nI think not; I think of how I feel, I think Pac\nMe Against the World, shed so many tears\nWriting letters, saying dear mama, can you really hear\nWhere I m coming from; that s the bottom line\nAnd the goal is to hit the top and not waste time\nLike tick tock, when the clock hit one\nY all niggas is done\nBuckshot s it, you should stop\n[Verse 2]\nStick a fork in em\nNo disrespect to the rest, but Buckshot got New York in him\nLittle guy, blue denim\nNot a snake, but the words that I use is like true venom\nAll in em, all women\nRecognize that the way that I ball is what you call tennis\nBack and forth; who loves college, Asher Roth?\nMe, I m from the university they call raw\nKill em all, reservoir dogs on the hounds ll\n\nWhose town? Cause from this point it s all Buck\nAnd, um, everybody down know what s up\nMajor moves, make your moves\nBuckshot, 9th Wonder on the spot\nNever play by the rules like\nTock, tick, when the clock hit one\nY all niggas is done\nBuckshot s it, you need to stop\n[Verse 3]\nIt don t matter, the Porsche or the Spider\nOr me in the BM, pulling a all-nighter\nIt s all right cause\nMy pockets ain t seen a gap in a while\nAll you see is the gap or a crack when I smile but\nIt s okay cause I still get ladies anyway\nShe thinking she bright but she shady anyway\nWe don t give a fuck, do we? Nah\nSmoke when I school dudes, Cooley High\nTruly fly\nChicks get jealous, man\nThey used to listen before, but now I tell em, nah\nStep aside, let the boss get past\nYou a trick; why, nigga? Cause you floss from Mass\nI m like, damn, you worked so hard just to give it up\nShe chilling in your car cause she give it up\nWhat a life. I m a witness\nEnough to tell niggas, mind your business\nYou need to stop\n[Outro]\nStop and listen, listen and stop\nNumber one album, 9th Wonder, Buckshot\nThis is what we do, I salute shit\nComes every day, I pollute shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Solution\n artist: Buckshot and 9th Wonder\n album: The Solution\n duration_ms: 272000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Verse 1]\n They call me Bruce Wayne Buck, Batman BDI\n You can t fuck with that man BDI\n Psychotic when he get really high\n I got it -- don t I sound really fly?\n Every lady in the spot agree\n If it ain t Buckshot, it s me, K.B\n Same person in the Benz with the curtain\n And the chauffeur saying, Buck, turn right?\n I m like, for certain\n It was real hard getting this far\n But I got this label, this house, this money, this car\n Can you say this, pa?\n I think not; I think of how I feel, I think Pac\n Me Against the World, shed so many tears\n Writing letters, saying dear mama, can you really hear\n Where I m coming from; that s the bottom line\n And the goal is to hit the top and not waste time\n Like tick tock, when the clock hit one\n Y all niggas is done\n Buckshot s it, you should stop\n [Verse 2]\n Stick a fork in em\n No disrespect to the rest, but Buckshot got New York in him\n Little guy, blue denim\n Not a snake, but the words that I use is like true venom\n All in em, all women\n Recognize that the way that I ball is what you call tennis\n Back and forth; who loves college, Asher Roth?\n Me, I m from the university they call raw\n Kill em all, reservoir dogs on the hounds ll\n\n Whose town? Cause from this point it s all Buck\n And, um, everybody down know what s up\n Major moves, make your moves\n Buckshot, 9th Wonder on the spot\n Never play by the rules like\n Tock, tick, when the clock hit one\n Y all niggas is done\n Buckshot s it, you need to stop\n [Verse 3]\n It don t matter, the Porsche or the Spider\n Or me in the BM, pulling a all-nighter\n It s all right cause\n My pockets ain t seen a gap in a while\n All you see is the gap or a crack when I smile but\n It s okay cause I still get ladies anyway\n She thinking she bright but she shady anyway\n We don t give a fuck, do we? Nah\n Smoke when I school dudes, Cooley High\n Truly fly\n Chicks get jealous, man\n They used to listen before, but now I tell em, nah\n Step aside, let the boss get past\n You a trick; why, nigga? Cause you floss from Mass\n I m like, damn, you worked so hard just to give it up\n She chilling in your car cause she give it up\n What a life. I m a witness\n Enough to tell niggas, mind your business\n You need to stop\n [Outro]\n Stop and listen, listen and stop\n Number one album, 9th Wonder, Buckshot\n This is what we do, I salute shit\n Comes every day, I pollute shit\n"},{"id":9340809,"name":"The Feeling","trackName":"The Feeling","artistName":"9th Wonder","albumName":"The Solution","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1]\nYou told me you a ride or die chick\nBut you're more like a ride or lie chick\nTry to lie to me? Try to lie to duke\nTry to get him shot? Or the guy to shoots?\nEither way the outcome is ugly\nWhen you got two guys and you try to live lovely\nLike rugby, that game is foreign\nSo you ended up with none, and lost both, you starving\nThe dog went for the bone in the pond\nAnd lost both, the bone and the reflection, gone man\nYou had a good thing, a real good nigga\nA man on a job, but still a hood nigga\nStill I would figure, you would recognize\nI was wrong, you was feeling strong disrespecting guys\nShawty bug, need pesticide\nMary J. Blige, real love you should exercise\n[Hook]\nIs it me or is it him?\nIs it ours or is it yours?\nSee, ya mind s still locked behind bars\nYou wanna roll with him or roll with a star?\n[Verse 2]\nYou playing high school games, that s ping pong\n\nPain over, any image you had in your head\nOf me and you out chilling, that shit s dead\nRigor mortis, you was feeling good like a baller\nTill you woke up in the morning feeling all this, like what you call this?\nIt s called getting played, it s called getting caught\nYou know, the same shit they say when you get in court\nMama, I thought you was support, meanwhile, I was just around\nNot for support, a bus down?\nWhat the fuck is that? Take the bus back\nAnd don t think of coming back, nah she with us now\nShe could feel the perks in my pain\nAnd she could feel the worth of my game, it s all the same\nEither way you lost one like Jane\nAnd feel that like the drums by Ye, have a nice day\n[Hook]\n[Bridge]\nYou tried to play me\nYou fucked around and played yourself, you played yourself\nI mma keep it a hundred\nLook ma, you fronted, now I don t even want it\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Feeling\n artist: 9th Wonder\n album: The Solution\n duration_ms: 228000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Verse 1]\n You told me you a ride or die chick\n But you're more like a ride or lie chick\n Try to lie to me? Try to lie to duke\n Try to get him shot? Or the guy to shoots?\n Either way the outcome is ugly\n When you got two guys and you try to live lovely\n Like rugby, that game is foreign\n So you ended up with none, and lost both, you starving\n The dog went for the bone in the pond\n And lost both, the bone and the reflection, gone man\n You had a good thing, a real good nigga\n A man on a job, but still a hood nigga\n Still I would figure, you would recognize\n I was wrong, you was feeling strong disrespecting guys\n Shawty bug, need pesticide\n Mary J. Blige, real love you should exercise\n [Hook]\n Is it me or is it him?\n Is it ours or is it yours?\n See, ya mind s still locked behind bars\n You wanna roll with him or roll with a star?\n [Verse 2]\n You playing high school games, that s ping pong\n\n Pain over, any image you had in your head\n Of me and you out chilling, that shit s dead\n Rigor mortis, you was feeling good like a baller\n Till you woke up in the morning feeling all this, like what you call this?\n It s called getting played, it s called getting caught\n You know, the same shit they say when you get in court\n Mama, I thought you was support, meanwhile, I was just around\n Not for support, a bus down?\n What the fuck is that? Take the bus back\n And don t think of coming back, nah she with us now\n She could feel the perks in my pain\n And she could feel the worth of my game, it s all the same\n Either way you lost one like Jane\n And feel that like the drums by Ye, have a nice day\n [Hook]\n [Bridge]\n You tried to play me\n You fucked around and played yourself, you played yourself\n I mma keep it a hundred\n Look ma, you fronted, now I don t even want it\n [Hook]\n"},{"id":6755799,"name":"The Change Up","trackName":"The Change Up","artistName":"9th Wonder","albumName":"The Solution","duration":162.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nEvery day\nWhen I m on the streets, ain t no time to play\nAll I do is look up in the night, I don t see no light\nAll I do is see the dark, then I let my gun spark\nListen\n[Verse 1]\nEveryday I wake up, I m thinking of something different\nMy life is just like a visit, I m only here for a minute\nFuck it, I gotta get it\nNothing y all gotta give it\nI m doing a lot of business\nEverybody just drop and just give me\nOne hundred push-ups\nWhat s up with Buck?\nHe here, you not\nYou scared, you shot\nI dare two cops to play the hero -- uh oh\nWhether or not you agree with my vision, a lot of niggas rot in the prison\nPower no different\nTelevision is telling lies, so I\nHit the street, street Bible wise\nAnd tell the Ten Commandments\nMy niggas is bandits\nOutlandish with hammers, no wonder why they can t stand us\nCannabis, fatigues, raw power\nStrapped for the battle, I m walking the block with ease\nLet s go, let s go\n[Hook]\n[Verse 2]\nI m on fire, call me molten metal\nIt ain t my folks you settle\n\nEvery dollar in my pocket s from the flows I pedal\nLike handbags of Louis and Gucci come up\nYou a replica of the real\nAlmost there, so what?\nI ain t never seen ya CD\nOnly D I see is the D s that sweep me\nWith me, a frisbee out at night\nWho didn t disappear on em? Yeah, I ain t on em\nI was in the zone\nTake money money, make money money, that s the only thing on my dome\nI m a beast if I don t eat\nFuck beef, all I need is a rapper or one beat\nI m a boss\nYou Chinese niggas is duck sauce\nYou half a chicken\nGo half on your living\nGet lost\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\nYeah, I m a murderer\nA motherfucking killer on the loose\nY all niggas is filla on the roof\nI know, I can t get mad at you\nBut I can say Damn, that s bad for you\nBroke ass, broke glass, cut it nigga severely\nFuck what you heard, y all niggas hear me\nI m bullhorn, you niggas bullshit, come one\nGot bitches waiting on my lawn\nI walked at night like Spawn\n(?), oh yes, half that niggas is gone\nMake moves, my shit is SA-radius\nStreet approved in the jails like the essay s rated","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.61] [Hook]\n[00:01.75] Every day\n[00:03.34] When I m on the streets, ain t no time to play\n[00:05.28] All I do is look up in the night, I don t see no light\n[00:07.95] All I do is see the dark, then I let my gun spark\n[00:10.79] Listen\n[00:11.62] [Verse 1]\n[00:12.28] Everyday I wake up, I m thinking of something different\n[00:14.03] My life is just like a visit, I m only here for a minute\n[00:16.88] Fuck it, I gotta get it\n[00:18.25] Nothing y all gotta give it\n[00:19.53] I m doing a lot of business\n[00:20.97] Everybody just drop and just give me\n[00:22.27] One hundred push-ups\n[00:24.05] What s up with Buck?\n[00:25.86] He here, you not\n[00:27.86] You scared, you shot\n[00:28.65] I dare two cops to play the hero -- uh oh\n[00:32.26] Whether or not you agree with my vision, a lot of niggas rot in the prison\n[00:35.82] Power no different\n[00:37.09] Television is telling lies, so I\n[00:39.13] Hit the street, street Bible wise\n[00:41.55] And tell the Ten Commandments\n[00:43.24] My niggas is bandits\n[00:44.38] Outlandish with hammers, no wonder why they can t stand us\n[00:47.43] Cannabis, fatigues, raw power\n[00:49.92] Strapped for the battle, I m walking the block with ease\n[00:52.34] Let s go, let s go\n[00:55.00] [Hook]\n[01:06.49] [Verse 2]\n[01:06.67] I m on fire, call me molten metal\n[01:09.62] It ain t my folks you settle\n[01:11.93] Every dollar in my pocket s from the flows I pedal\n[01:17.62] Like handbags of Louis and Gucci come up\n[01:20.21] You a replica of the real\n[01:22.19] Almost there, so what?\n[01:24.11] I ain t never seen ya CD\n[01:26.13] Only D I see is the D s that sweep me\n[01:29.07] With me, a frisbee out at night\n[01:31.45] Who didn t disappear on em? Yeah, I ain t on em\n[01:34.52] I was in the zone\n[01:35.92] Take money money, make money money, that s the only thing on my dome\n[01:39.58] I m a beast if I don t eat\n[01:42.19] Fuck beef, all I need is a rapper or one beat\n[01:45.00] I m a boss\n[01:46.13] You Chinese niggas is duck sauce\n[01:48.36] You half a chicken\n[01:49.56] Go half on your living\n[01:50.99] Get lost\n[01:52.02] [Hook]\n[01:59.88] [Verse 3]\n[02:00.48] Yeah, I m a murderer\n[02:02.96] A motherfucking killer on the loose\n[02:05.73] Y all niggas is filla on the roof\n[02:07.73] I know, I can t get mad at you\n[02:09.95] But I can say Damn, that s bad for you\n[02:12.77] Broke ass, broke glass, cut it nigga severely\n[02:15.55] Fuck what you heard, y all niggas hear me\n[02:18.59] I m bullhorn, you niggas bullshit, come one\n[02:22.08] Got bitches waiting on my lawn\n[02:24.23] I walked at night like Spawn\n[02:26.76] (?), oh yes, half that niggas is gone\n[02:29.30] Make moves, my shit is SA-radius\n[02:32.37] Street approved in the jails like the essay s rated\n[02:34.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Change Up\n artist: 9th Wonder\n album: The Solution\n duration_ms: 162000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Hook]'\n start_ms: 610\n end_ms: 1750\n- text: Every day\n start_ms: 1750\n end_ms: 3340\n- text: When I m on the streets, ain t no time to play\n start_ms: 3340\n end_ms: 5280\n- text: All I do is look up in the night, I don t see no light\n start_ms: 5280\n end_ms: 7950\n- text: All I do is see the dark, then I let my gun spark\n start_ms: 7950\n end_ms: 10790\n- text: Listen\n start_ms: 10790\n end_ms: 11620\n- text: '[Verse 1]'\n start_ms: 11620\n end_ms: 12280\n- text: Everyday I wake up, I m thinking of something different\n start_ms: 12280\n end_ms: 14030\n- text: My life is just like a visit, I m only here for a minute\n start_ms: 14030\n end_ms: 16880\n- text: Fuck it, I gotta get it\n start_ms: 16880\n end_ms: 18250\n- text: Nothing y all gotta give it\n start_ms: 18250\n end_ms: 19530\n- text: I m doing a lot of business\n start_ms: 19530\n end_ms: 20970\n- text: Everybody just drop and just give me\n start_ms: 20970\n end_ms: 22270\n- text: One hundred push-ups\n start_ms: 22270\n end_ms: 24050\n- text: What s up with Buck?\n start_ms: 24050\n end_ms: 25860\n- text: He here, you not\n start_ms: 25860\n end_ms: 27860\n- text: You scared, you shot\n start_ms: 27860\n end_ms: 28650\n- text: I dare two cops to play the hero -- uh oh\n start_ms: 28650\n end_ms: 32260\n- text: Whether or not you agree with my vision, a lot of niggas rot in the prison\n start_ms: 32260\n end_ms: 35820\n- text: Power no different\n start_ms: 35820\n end_ms: 37090\n- text: Television is telling lies, so I\n start_ms: 37090\n end_ms: 39130\n- text: Hit the street, street Bible wise\n start_ms: 39130\n end_ms: 41550\n- text: And tell the Ten Commandments\n start_ms: 41550\n end_ms: 43240\n- text: My niggas is bandits\n start_ms: 43240\n end_ms: 44380\n- text: Outlandish with hammers, no wonder why they can t stand us\n start_ms: 44380\n end_ms: 47430\n- text: Cannabis, fatigues, raw power\n start_ms: 47430\n end_ms: 49920\n- text: Strapped for the battle, I m walking the block with ease\n start_ms: 49920\n end_ms: 52340\n- text: Let s go, let s go\n start_ms: 52340\n end_ms: 55000\n- text: '[Hook]'\n start_ms: 55000\n end_ms: 66490\n- text: '[Verse 2]'\n start_ms: 66490\n end_ms: 66670\n- text: I m on fire, call me molten metal\n start_ms: 66670\n end_ms: 69620\n- text: It ain t my folks you settle\n start_ms: 69620\n end_ms: 71930\n- text: Every dollar in my pocket s from the flows I pedal\n start_ms: 71930\n end_ms: 77620\n- text: Like handbags of Louis and Gucci come up\n start_ms: 77620\n end_ms: 80210\n- text: You a replica of the real\n start_ms: 80210\n end_ms: 82190\n- text: Almost there, so what?\n start_ms: 82190\n end_ms: 84110\n- text: I ain t never seen ya CD\n start_ms: 84110\n end_ms: 86130\n- text: Only D I see is the D s that sweep me\n start_ms: 86130\n end_ms: 89070\n- text: With me, a frisbee out at night\n start_ms: 89070\n end_ms: 91450\n- text: Who didn t disappear on em? 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That mean everything all mine\nAnd the check's all good, but it's not all the time\nI'm under the impression that you get it\nBut you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\nI'mma do mine, I mean do me\nIf you need a checkup you should find an MD\nUntil then, my prescription is how to act right\nHold me down and not back, right\nSee, I was thinking about you last night\nHoping that you would see the real, no flashlight\nLet me ask you like, a few questions\nThe first one is, 'Why the hell do you stress?' and the second where the checks went\nThis is me and you, on the grind too\nYou should have my son. Why? So he could shine too\n\nWhy you never satisfied? But you advertise\nWalk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\nI supported dreams and everything that you wanted\nBut what about my own? 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That mean everything all mine\n And the check's all good, but it's not all the time\n I'm under the impression that you get it\n But you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\n I'mma do mine, I mean do me\n If you need a checkup you should find an MD\n Until then, my prescription is how to act right\n Hold me down and not back, right\n See, I was thinking about you last night\n Hoping that you would see the real, no flashlight\n Let me ask you like, a few questions\n The first one is, 'Why the hell do you stress?' and the second where the checks went\n This is me and you, on the grind too\n You should have my son. Why? So he could shine too\n\n Why you never satisfied? But you advertise\n Walk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\n Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n I'm out for my dough, cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n I supported dreams and everything that you wanted\n But what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\n I know your grind keep the lights on, a roof over us\n Refrigerator's full but I wanna drive a new Rover\n And how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\n Maybe you should think of going major cause these indie G's\n Don't keep me pleased in the latest fashions from Fendi\n I can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\n You a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\n And we living comfortable but I want you to be famous\n Me and that money take family trips to the Caymans\n Okay man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\n So I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\n It's me or the music, go major, extend your Visas\n I know you're happy, but for real, I think you'd better please us\n If I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither\n"},{"id":6755780,"name":"Sam","trackName":"Sam","artistName":"9th Wonder","albumName":"The Solution","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"On the block, listening to Buckshot in the trap\nTwenty four hours a day\n\nFocus your attention, not to mention the fact\nYeah, I'm high off the liquor plus a bench and a fat L\nHigh as hell, no YSL\nStrictly LRG for the BD emcee\nLets see who could follow me on the journey\nI burn trees like third degrees, you heard of me\nIf not, this might be your last shot\n'Cause youre falling off fast in hip-hop\n\nDrip-drop in your money fountain\nNo more in front of your honey counting chill\nMy skills pay bills; why you don't?\nYou cry, who gon cry for me? You won't\nStop stressing; my impression\nIm never impressed by the rest, so stop guessing\nWhat's next on my agenda\n'Cause you might be gone 'til November\nChill, Sam\n\nHeyo Sam, I know you in the trap, you hustlin' the block and all that\nBut do me a favor man\nWhen you see me in the streets you like, yo Buckshot\nWhen you new joint comin' up man, it's up to you to stay in hip hop, man\nYou know what I mean, I got new shit droppin' every day since the last joint\nNew 9th Wonder, new Sean Price Duck Down\nYou gotta keep your ass to the street too, man, it's only you too, man\n\nEverybody got their own Sam\nSam sells drugs by the fruit stand, ducking blue vans\nEvery day, he got at least two grand\nI'm like, damn Sam, can I get a part of your plan?\nHe said no problo, no job, no stress\nWe can get it off consignment, yeah, I know Bless\nWho's Bless? He worked for your older brother\nWhen he had that crack spot open to the public\nSo lovely, now you want a piece of the action\nWhen these streets see you cracking and they wonder what happened\nAsking, how can I be just like you?\nWhen I get dressed, I'll dress just like you\nI said two things every hustle got a hassle\nWatch the money on the lasso, it come with a string\nDo ya thing yo Sam, this is who I am\nHip-hop, you in the trap, we both the same, man\n\nListen, word\nHeyo, e'body know what Sam on the block hustlin', y'know what I'm sayin'\nThis is for all my trap brothers out there\n\nOn the block\nListening to Buckshot in the trap\nTwenty four hours a day\nOn the clock\nNah mean?\n\nI don't do what you do, you don't do what I do\nBut we both do the same thing if you get where I'm coming from, ya feel me?\nSo when you see me on the streets and you're like\n\"Yo wassup Buckshot, wassup wit'chu\"\nI'm hustlin' and grindin'\nDuckin' from the po-nine'in\nDoin' the same thing you do, my friend","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] On the block, listening to Buckshot in the trap\n[00:04.47] Twenty four hours a day\n[00:10.65] Focus your attention, not to mention the fact\n[00:13.12] Yeah, I'm high off the liquor plus a bench and a fat L\n[00:16.20] High as hell, no YSL\n[00:18.55] Strictly LRG for the BD emcee\n[00:21.21] Lets see who could follow me on the journey\n[00:24.07] I burn trees like third degrees, you heard of me\n[00:27.21] If not, this might be your last shot\n[00:30.56] 'Cause youre falling off fast in hip-hop\n[00:32.18] Drip-drop in your money fountain\n[00:34.79] No more in front of your honey counting chill\n[00:37.87] My skills pay bills; why you don't?\n[00:40.50] You cry, who gon cry for me? You won't\n[00:42.83] Stop stressing; my impression\n[00:45.21] Im never impressed by the rest, so stop guessing\n[00:48.11] What's next on my agenda\n[00:50.68] 'Cause you might be gone 'til November\n[00:52.90] Chill, Sam\n[00:56.56] Heyo Sam, I know you in the trap, you hustlin' the block and all that\n[00:59.66] But do me a favor man\n[01:00.76] When you see me in the streets you like, yo Buckshot\n[01:02.95] When you new joint comin' up man, it's up to you to stay in hip hop, man\n[01:04.28] You know what I mean, I got new shit droppin' every day since the last joint\n[01:08.33] New 9th Wonder, new Sean Price Duck Down\n[01:10.53] You gotta keep your ass to the street too, man, it's only you too, man\n[01:15.63] Everybody got their own Sam\n[01:17.68] Sam sells drugs by the fruit stand, ducking blue vans\n[01:20.63] Every day, he got at least two grand\n[01:23.10] I'm like, damn Sam, can I get a part of your plan?\n[01:25.72] He said no problo, no job, no stress\n[01:28.83] We can get it off consignment, yeah, I know Bless\n[01:31.38] Who's Bless? He worked for your older brother\n[01:34.37] When he had that crack spot open to the public\n[01:36.65] So lovely, now you want a piece of the action\n[01:39.39] When these streets see you cracking and they wonder what happened\n[01:41.13] Asking, how can I be just like you?\n[01:44.57] When I get dressed, I'll dress just like you\n[01:47.16] I said two things every hustle got a hassle\n[01:50.15] Watch the money on the lasso, it come with a string\n[01:54.43] Do ya thing yo Sam, this is who I am\n[01:55.95] Hip-hop, you in the trap, we both the same, man\n[02:00.55] Listen, word\n[02:02.20] Heyo, e'body know what Sam on the block hustlin', y'know what I'm sayin'\n[02:06.86] This is for all my trap brothers out there\n[02:09.87] On the block\n[02:10.51] Listening to Buckshot in the trap\n[02:13.18] Twenty four hours a day\n[02:14.85] On the clock\n[02:15.91] Nah mean?\n[02:17.94] I don't do what you do, you don't do what I do\n[02:19.91] But we both do the same thing if you get where I'm coming from, ya feel me?\n[02:23.48] So when you see me on the streets and you're like\n[02:25.19] \"Yo wassup Buckshot, wassup wit'chu\"\n[02:27.60] I'm hustlin' and grindin'\n[02:29.60] Duckin' from the po-nine'in\n[02:31.33] Doin' the same thing you do, my friend\n[02:33.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Sam\n artist: 9th Wonder\n album: The Solution\n duration_ms: 174000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: On the block, listening to Buckshot in the trap\n start_ms: 200\n end_ms: 4470\n- text: Twenty four hours a day\n start_ms: 4470\n end_ms: 10650\n- text: Focus your attention, not to mention the fact\n start_ms: 10650\n end_ms: 13120\n- text: Yeah, I'm high off the liquor plus a bench and a fat L\n start_ms: 13120\n end_ms: 16200\n- text: High as hell, no YSL\n start_ms: 16200\n end_ms: 18550\n- text: Strictly LRG for the BD emcee\n start_ms: 18550\n end_ms: 21210\n- text: Lets see who could follow me on the journey\n start_ms: 21210\n end_ms: 24070\n- text: I burn trees like third degrees, you heard of me\n start_ms: 24070\n end_ms: 27210\n- text: If not, this might be your last shot\n start_ms: 27210\n end_ms: 30560\n- text: '''Cause youre falling off fast in hip-hop'\n start_ms: 30560\n end_ms: 32180\n- text: Drip-drop in your money fountain\n start_ms: 32180\n end_ms: 34790\n- text: No more in front of your honey counting chill\n start_ms: 34790\n end_ms: 37870\n- text: My skills pay bills; why you don't?\n start_ms: 37870\n end_ms: 40500\n- text: You cry, who gon cry for me? 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You won't\n Stop stressing; my impression\n Im never impressed by the rest, so stop guessing\n What's next on my agenda\n 'Cause you might be gone 'til November\n Chill, Sam\n\n Heyo Sam, I know you in the trap, you hustlin' the block and all that\n But do me a favor man\n When you see me in the streets you like, yo Buckshot\n When you new joint comin' up man, it's up to you to stay in hip hop, man\n You know what I mean, I got new shit droppin' every day since the last joint\n New 9th Wonder, new Sean Price Duck Down\n You gotta keep your ass to the street too, man, it's only you too, man\n\n Everybody got their own Sam\n Sam sells drugs by the fruit stand, ducking blue vans\n Every day, he got at least two grand\n I'm like, damn Sam, can I get a part of your plan?\n He said no problo, no job, no stress\n We can get it off consignment, yeah, I know Bless\n Who's Bless? He worked for your older brother\n When he had that crack spot open to the public\n So lovely, now you want a piece of the action\n When these streets see you cracking and they wonder what happened\n Asking, how can I be just like you?\n When I get dressed, I'll dress just like you\n I said two things every hustle got a hassle\n Watch the money on the lasso, it come with a string\n Do ya thing yo Sam, this is who I am\n Hip-hop, you in the trap, we both the same, man\n\n Listen, word\n Heyo, e'body know what Sam on the block hustlin', y'know what I'm sayin'\n This is for all my trap brothers out there\n\n On the block\n Listening to Buckshot in the trap\n Twenty four hours a day\n On the clock\n Nah mean?\n\n I don't do what you do, you don't do what I do\n But we both do the same thing if you get where I'm coming from, ya feel me?\n So when you see me on the streets and you're like\n \"Yo wassup Buckshot, wassup wit'chu\"\n I'm hustlin' and grindin'\n Duckin' from the po-nine'in\n Doin' the same thing you do, my friend\n"},{"id":11595138,"name":"What I Gotta Say","trackName":"What I Gotta Say","artistName":"9th Wonder","albumName":"The Solution","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nWait a minute, just you listen\nTo what I've got so say, yeah\nSay yeah, say yeah, say yeah\n[Verse 1]\nI started out wearin hoodies and the knapsack\nNow I sell them, so you know I get a cash back\nAll leather like a brand new hatchback\nSilver bullet BMW, they re yelling past that\nHow did you pass that\nTest when the rest labels fell faster than the bag they in Nasdaq\nGo and ask that\nMan, he s standing right there, hundred gram in his hand telling the fans, yeah\nHe s courteous, never nervous\nSuperbious, hood nigga but he ain t suburbians\nI got it all from the killas from the nerdiest\nClean mouth niggas to the south where the dirty is\nAll connect to global\nSo when I do shows overseas with my peeps I can show you\nPlus we set up whatever we call\nMe and 9th setting every mall\nYou re wasting time, dawg\n[Hook]\n[Verse 2]\nWhen I first came in the game, they said I couldn t do it\nSo I just grandpooled it, meaning I brand-newed it\nY all pursued it, you re still pursuing it\nI did it, yup, and still doing it\nStill (?) it, yeah, gets better\nLike a Cashmere sweater, or it s last year s cheddar\nDuckdown s ahead of\nAnybody trying to rap the hip-hop cause it was a wrap when I met her\nYou said hi, she said bye\nYou said why, she said, I met Beady-Eyed\n\nAnytime he looks around it, then it s lead in your eye\nThink it s a joke? Feel them fo-fo s arrive\nThis ain t a game, nah, this ain t poker s eyes\nOversize, you ain t even game-affiliated\nShit on Worldstar, man, you really made it\nBuckshot s created, flows like the hurricane seas\nAnd 9th and Buckshot s smile for no reason\nYou wasting time, dawg\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\nI shut down the streets, barricade blocks like\nWhat up fella? When you wanna rock?\nAnd roll, in my pocket AKA a nine\nOld school term, mint like condition, I am not (Get it?)\nI am similar to brown blocks\nAngelina Jolie shots for shooting around blocks\nIf you see a dot on your head that don t mean you re Hindu\nThat mean you re withdrew\nFirst thing on my mind is get mine\nBreak rules with the hammer on my waistline, waste time\nScrew you? Nah, I bring drills\nSo I forklift money everyday when I eat a mill\nRemember them skills up in Brownsville\nThat you got nice with, got broke, and broke nice with\nI remember that like my first arrest\n9th, bring in the chorus, give the verse a rest\n[Hook]\n[Outro]×2\nDon t play with me, I m far from a game\nI got this label shit locked, bars in a chain\nYou might see me, but I m far from your lane\nI m the bullet with the shot, y all just the stains","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: What I Gotta Say\n artist: 9th Wonder\n album: The Solution\n duration_ms: 230000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Hook]\n Wait a minute, just you listen\n To what I've got so say, yeah\n Say yeah, say yeah, say yeah\n [Verse 1]\n I started out wearin hoodies and the knapsack\n Now I sell them, so you know I get a cash back\n All leather like a brand new hatchback\n Silver bullet BMW, they re yelling past that\n How did you pass that\n Test when the rest labels fell faster than the bag they in Nasdaq\n Go and ask that\n Man, he s standing right there, hundred gram in his hand telling the fans, yeah\n He s courteous, never nervous\n Superbious, hood nigga but he ain t suburbians\n I got it all from the killas from the nerdiest\n Clean mouth niggas to the south where the dirty is\n All connect to global\n So when I do shows overseas with my peeps I can show you\n Plus we set up whatever we call\n Me and 9th setting every mall\n You re wasting time, dawg\n [Hook]\n [Verse 2]\n When I first came in the game, they said I couldn t do it\n So I just grandpooled it, meaning I brand-newed it\n Y all pursued it, you re still pursuing it\n I did it, yup, and still doing it\n Still (?) it, yeah, gets better\n Like a Cashmere sweater, or it s last year s cheddar\n Duckdown s ahead of\n Anybody trying to rap the hip-hop cause it was a wrap when I met her\n You said hi, she said bye\n You said why, she said, I met Beady-Eyed\n\n Anytime he looks around it, then it s lead in your eye\n Think it s a joke? Feel them fo-fo s arrive\n This ain t a game, nah, this ain t poker s eyes\n Oversize, you ain t even game-affiliated\n Shit on Worldstar, man, you really made it\n Buckshot s created, flows like the hurricane seas\n And 9th and Buckshot s smile for no reason\n You wasting time, dawg\n [Hook]\n [Verse 3]\n I shut down the streets, barricade blocks like\n What up fella? When you wanna rock?\n And roll, in my pocket AKA a nine\n Old school term, mint like condition, I am not (Get it?)\n I am similar to brown blocks\n Angelina Jolie shots for shooting around blocks\n If you see a dot on your head that don t mean you re Hindu\n That mean you re withdrew\n First thing on my mind is get mine\n Break rules with the hammer on my waistline, waste time\n Screw you? Nah, I bring drills\n So I forklift money everyday when I eat a mill\n Remember them skills up in Brownsville\n That you got nice with, got broke, and broke nice with\n I remember that like my first arrest\n 9th, bring in the chorus, give the verse a rest\n [Hook]\n [Outro]×2\n Don t play with me, I m far from a game\n I got this label shit locked, bars in a chain\n You might see me, but I m far from your lane\n I m the bullet with the shot, y all just the stains\n"},{"id":9340805,"name":"Stop Rapping","trackName":"Stop Rapping","artistName":"9th Wonder","albumName":"The Solution","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look up in the sky, where you'd rather be\nLie to yourself, you can't lie to me\nYou see lights, camera and action\nEverything ain't for everyone, son, stop rapping\nLook up in the sky, where you'd rather be\nLie to yourself, you can't lie to me\nI see true careers collapsing\nEverything ain't for everyone, son, stop rapping\nDamn, you make it look so easy\nFor me to get paid, but this shit crazy\nI've been at it for five joints\nAnd I still ain't make a profit or pocket one point\nI paid for my trip to the UK\nEven spent more than the grip in two days\nI figured, ay, if I'mma blow right now\nThen I'mma go right now, my dough low right now\nBut it'll, loosen up as I'm moving up the charts\nBut the only charts I see is a bus\nMy money feel cold like crush\nBut me and my niggas hot so I know it ain't us\nWe the shit and we ain't even sell a record yet\nEvery nigga on the block saying son a vet\n\nSo you can now neither\nCome forward or say \"son, I ain't gonna blow, and I know it\"\nI can't show it\nI should have kept my nine to five\nBut hip hop had me believing that I should try\nGucci, Louis, Louis, Gucci\nNiggas kill me when they say they making movies\nYou're no Bruce Lee\nReturn of the dragon, enter the dragon\nEnter the stage, y'all can imagine\nIt's no beauty pageant, you don't get picked\nYou put in work, and then they love you cause you didn't quit\nYou don't make movies, you make skits\nFor little tricks in your neighborhood, then you disappear quick\nDavid Blaine, you can save the blame, for yourself\nCause you fucked up, boy, no one else\nTelling yourself, yeah, we on tour\nWhen you been around the world in your bullshit Honda Accord\nOps, a minivan, do you get any fans?\nSay you the best, not yet, change of plans\nGo get another career\nCause hip hop is like a ball head, for you it's not here","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.52] Look up in the sky, where you'd rather be\n[00:08.37] Lie to yourself, you can't lie to me\n[00:10.51] You see lights, camera and action\n[00:13.45] Everything ain't for everyone, son, stop rapping\n[00:16.38] Look up in the sky, where you'd rather be\n[00:19.73] Lie to yourself, you can't lie to me\n[00:21.09] I see true careers collapsing\n[00:23.65] Everything ain't for everyone, son, stop rapping\n[00:28.06] Damn, you make it look so easy\n[00:29.61] For me to get 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Try to lie to duke\nTry to get him shot? Or the guy to shoots?\nEither way the outcome is ugly\nWhen you got two guys and you try to live lovely\nLike rugby, that game is foreign\nSo you ended up with none, and lost both, you starving\nThe dog went for the bone in the pond\nAnd lost both, the bone and the reflection, gone man\nYou had a good thing, a real good nigga\nA man on a job, but still a hood nigga\nStill I would figure, you would recognize\nI was wrong, you was feeling strong disrespecting guys\nShawty bug, need pesticide\nMary J. Blige, real love you should exercise\n[Hook]\nIs it me or is it him?\nIs it ours or is it yours?\nSee, ya mind s still locked behind bars\nYou wanna roll with him or roll with a star?\n[Verse 2]\nYou playing high school games, that s ping pong\n\nPain over, any image you had in your head\nOf me and you out chilling, that shit s dead\nRigor mortis, you was feeling good like a baller\nTill you woke up in the morning feeling all this, like what you call this?\nIt s called getting played, it s called getting caught\nYou know, the same shit they say when you get in court\nMama, I thought you was support, meanwhile, I was just around\nNot for support, a bus down?\nWhat the fuck is that? Take the bus back\nAnd don t think of coming back, nah she with us now\nShe could feel the perks in my pain\nAnd she could feel the worth of my game, it s all the same\nEither way you lost one like Jane\nAnd feel that like the drums by Ye, have a nice day\n[Hook]\n[Bridge]\nYou tried to play me\nYou fucked around and played yourself, you played yourself\nI mma keep it a hundred\nLook ma, you fronted, now I don t even want it\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Feeling\n artist: 9th Wonder & Buckshot\n album: The Solution\n duration_ms: 228000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Verse 1]\n You told me you a ride or die chick\n But you're more like a ride or lie chick\n Try to lie to me? Try to lie to duke\n Try to get him shot? Or the guy to shoots?\n Either way the outcome is ugly\n When you got two guys and you try to live lovely\n Like rugby, that game is foreign\n So you ended up with none, and lost both, you starving\n The dog went for the bone in the pond\n And lost both, the bone and the reflection, gone man\n You had a good thing, a real good nigga\n A man on a job, but still a hood nigga\n Still I would figure, you would recognize\n I was wrong, you was feeling strong disrespecting guys\n Shawty bug, need pesticide\n Mary J. Blige, real love you should exercise\n [Hook]\n Is it me or is it him?\n Is it ours or is it yours?\n See, ya mind s still locked behind bars\n You wanna roll with him or roll with a star?\n [Verse 2]\n You playing high school games, that s ping pong\n\n Pain over, any image you had in your head\n Of me and you out chilling, that shit s dead\n Rigor mortis, you was feeling good like a baller\n Till you woke up in the morning feeling all this, like what you call this?\n It s called getting played, it s called getting caught\n You know, the same shit they say when you get in court\n Mama, I thought you was support, meanwhile, I was just around\n Not for support, a bus down?\n What the fuck is that? 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Yeah, I ain t on em\nI was in the zone\nTake money money, make money money, that s the only thing on my dome\nI m a beast if I don t eat\nFuck beef, all I need is a rapper or one beat\nI m a boss\nYou Chinese niggas is duck sauce\nYou half a chicken\nGo half on your living\nGet lost\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\nYeah, I m a murderer\nA motherfucking killer on the loose\nY all niggas is filla on the roof\nI know, I can t get mad at you\nBut I can say Damn, that s bad for you\nBroke ass, broke glass, cut it nigga severely\nFuck what you heard, y all niggas hear me\nI m bullhorn, you niggas bullshit, come one\nGot bitches waiting on my lawn\nI walked at night like Spawn\n(?), oh yes, half that niggas is gone\nMake moves, my shit is SA-radius\nStreet approved in the jails like the essay s rated","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.61] [Hook]\n[00:01.75] Every day\n[00:03.34] When I m on the streets, ain t no time to play\n[00:05.28] All I do is look up in the night, I don t see no light\n[00:07.95] All I do is see the dark, then I let my gun spark\n[00:10.79] Listen\n[00:11.62] [Verse 1]\n[00:12.28] Everyday I wake up, I m thinking of something different\n[00:14.03] My life is just like a visit, I m only here for a minute\n[00:16.88] Fuck it, I gotta get it\n[00:18.25] Nothing y all gotta give it\n[00:19.53] I m doing a lot of business\n[00:20.97] Everybody just drop and just give me\n[00:22.27] One hundred push-ups\n[00:24.05] What s up with Buck?\n[00:25.86] He here, you not\n[00:27.86] You scared, you shot\n[00:28.65] I dare two cops to play the hero -- uh oh\n[00:32.26] Whether or not you agree with my vision, a lot of niggas rot in the prison\n[00:35.82] Power no different\n[00:37.09] Television is telling lies, so I\n[00:39.13] Hit the street, street Bible wise\n[00:41.55] And tell the Ten Commandments\n[00:43.24] My niggas is bandits\n[00:44.38] Outlandish with hammers, no wonder why they can t stand us\n[00:47.43] Cannabis, fatigues, raw power\n[00:49.92] Strapped for the battle, I m walking the block with ease\n[00:52.34] Let s go, let s go\n[00:55.00] [Hook]\n[01:06.49] [Verse 2]\n[01:06.67] I m on fire, call me molten metal\n[01:09.62] It ain t my folks you settle\n[01:11.93] Every dollar in my pocket s from the flows I pedal\n[01:17.62] Like handbags of Louis and Gucci come up\n[01:20.21] You a replica of the real\n[01:22.19] Almost there, so what?\n[01:24.11] I ain t never seen ya CD\n[01:26.13] Only D I see is the D s that sweep me\n[01:29.07] With me, a frisbee out at night\n[01:31.45] Who didn t disappear on em? 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I know you hate it, pops\n\n Street beef for nothing, you ain t eating nothing\n How you beefing and not eating, boy, you re cheating something\n These D's is dumping, they take aim for the (Big Bang)\n A drug dealer spot (what s that?), we call it the track\n Somebody gets shot, we call it a clap\n The cops aim for your brain and that s that, boy (Big Bang)\n 9th Wonder beats, Buckshot lyrics\n Right under freeze, thus y all feel it\n Duckdown did it, E1 reveal it as the (Big Bang)\n\n They told me keep it simple, so I keep it easy\n Ruthless, niggas with attitudes can believe me\n See, what the streets be, when you see me, you see a (Big Bang)\n I m strictly Beamers, that s something else\n You seeing me cause I m something else\n You started speeding and both hit the belt, I heard a (Big Bang)\n 3 piece suit complement the car\n You see the truth, I complement y all\n Yeah, I m a star, baby pa, but so far from the (Big Bang)\n You can get the braider, but don t get it twisted\n I m the one who made it, you the one who wished it\n You re just wishing you was living it but felt the (Big Bang)\n You can t hang\n"},{"id":37967797,"name":"The Change Up (Explicit)","trackName":"The Change Up (Explicit)","artistName":"9th Wonder, Buckshot","albumName":"The Solution","duration":161.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nEvery day\nWhen I m on the streets, ain t no time to play\nAll I do is look up in the night, I don t see no light\nAll I do is see the dark, then I let my gun spark\nListen\n[Verse 1]\nEveryday I wake up, I m thinking of something different\nMy life is just like a visit, I m only here for a minute\nFuck it, I gotta get it\nNothing y all gotta give it\nI m doing a lot of business\nEverybody just drop and just give me\nOne hundred push-ups\nWhat s up with Buck?\nHe here, you not\nYou scared, you shot\nI dare two cops to play the hero -- uh oh\nWhether or not you agree with my vision, a lot of niggas rot in the prison\nPower no different\nTelevision is telling lies, so I\nHit the street, street Bible wise\nAnd tell the Ten Commandments\nMy niggas is bandits\nOutlandish with hammers, no wonder why they can t stand us\nCannabis, fatigues, raw power\nStrapped for the battle, I m walking the block with ease\nLet s go, let s go\n[Hook]\n[Verse 2]\nI m on fire, call me molten metal\nIt ain t my folks you settle\n\nEvery dollar in my pocket s from the flows I pedal\nLike handbags of Louis and Gucci come up\nYou a replica of the real\nAlmost there, so what?\nI ain t never seen ya CD\nOnly D I see is the D s that sweep me\nWith me, a frisbee out at night\nWho didn t disappear on em? Yeah, I ain t on em\nI was in the zone\nTake money money, make money money, that s the only thing on my dome\nI m a beast if I don t eat\nFuck beef, all I need is a rapper or one beat\nI m a boss\nYou Chinese niggas is duck sauce\nYou half a chicken\nGo half on your living\nGet lost\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\nYeah, I m a murderer\nA motherfucking killer on the loose\nY all niggas is filla on the roof\nI know, I can t get mad at you\nBut I can say Damn, that s bad for you\nBroke ass, broke glass, cut it nigga severely\nFuck what you heard, y all niggas hear me\nI m bullhorn, you niggas bullshit, come one\nGot bitches waiting on my lawn\nI walked at night like Spawn\n(?), oh yes, half that niggas is gone\nMake moves, my shit is SA-radius\nStreet approved in the jails like the essay s rated","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.61] [Hook]\n[00:01.75] Every day\n[00:03.34] When I m on the streets, ain t no time to play\n[00:05.28] All I do is look up in the night, I don t see no light\n[00:07.95] All I do is see the dark, then I let my gun spark\n[00:10.79] Listen\n[00:11.62] [Verse 1]\n[00:12.28] Everyday I wake up, I m thinking of something different\n[00:14.03] My life is just like a visit, I m only here for a minute\n[00:16.88] Fuck it, I gotta get it\n[00:18.25] Nothing y all gotta give it\n[00:19.53] I m doing a lot of business\n[00:20.97] Everybody just drop and just give me\n[00:22.27] One hundred push-ups\n[00:24.05] What s up with Buck?\n[00:25.86] He here, you not\n[00:27.86] You scared, you shot\n[00:28.65] I dare two cops to play the hero -- uh oh\n[00:32.26] Whether or not you agree with my vision, a lot of niggas rot in the prison\n[00:35.82] Power no different\n[00:37.09] Television is telling lies, so I\n[00:39.13] Hit the street, street Bible wise\n[00:41.55] And tell the Ten Commandments\n[00:43.24] My niggas is bandits\n[00:44.38] Outlandish with hammers, no wonder why they can t stand us\n[00:47.43] Cannabis, fatigues, raw power\n[00:49.92] Strapped for the battle, I m walking the block with ease\n[00:52.34] Let s go, let s go\n[00:55.00] [Hook]\n[01:06.49] [Verse 2]\n[01:06.67] I m on fire, call me molten metal\n[01:09.62] It ain t my folks you settle\n[01:11.93] Every dollar in my pocket s from the flows I pedal\n[01:17.62] Like handbags of Louis and Gucci come up\n[01:20.21] You a replica of the real\n[01:22.19] Almost there, so what?\n[01:24.11] I ain t never seen ya CD\n[01:26.13] Only D I see is the D s that sweep me\n[01:29.07] With me, a frisbee out at night\n[01:31.45] Who didn t disappear on em? Yeah, I ain t on em\n[01:34.52] I was in the zone\n[01:35.92] Take money money, make money money, that s the only thing on my dome\n[01:39.58] I m a beast if I don t eat\n[01:42.19] Fuck beef, all I need is a rapper or one beat\n[01:45.00] I m a boss\n[01:46.13] You Chinese niggas is duck sauce\n[01:48.36] You half a chicken\n[01:49.56] Go half on your living\n[01:50.99] Get lost\n[01:52.02] [Hook]\n[01:59.88] [Verse 3]\n[02:00.48] Yeah, I m a murderer\n[02:02.96] A motherfucking killer on the loose\n[02:05.73] Y all niggas is filla on the roof\n[02:07.73] I know, I can t get mad at you\n[02:09.95] But I can say Damn, that s bad for you\n[02:12.77] Broke ass, broke glass, cut it nigga severely\n[02:15.55] Fuck what you heard, y all niggas hear me\n[02:18.59] I m bullhorn, you niggas bullshit, come one\n[02:22.08] Got bitches waiting on my lawn\n[02:24.23] I walked at night like Spawn\n[02:26.76] (?), oh yes, half that niggas is gone\n[02:29.30] Make moves, my shit is SA-radius\n[02:32.37] Street approved in the jails like the essay s rated\n[02:34.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Change Up (Explicit)\n artist: 9th Wonder, Buckshot\n album: The Solution\n duration_ms: 161000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Hook]'\n start_ms: 610\n end_ms: 1750\n- text: Every day\n start_ms: 1750\n end_ms: 3340\n- text: When I m on the streets, ain t no time to play\n start_ms: 3340\n end_ms: 5280\n- text: All I do is look up in the night, I don t see no light\n start_ms: 5280\n end_ms: 7950\n- text: All I do is see the dark, then I let my gun spark\n start_ms: 7950\n end_ms: 10790\n- text: Listen\n start_ms: 10790\n end_ms: 11620\n- text: '[Verse 1]'\n start_ms: 11620\n end_ms: 12280\n- text: Everyday I wake up, I m thinking of something different\n start_ms: 12280\n end_ms: 14030\n- text: My life is just like a visit, I m only here for a minute\n start_ms: 14030\n end_ms: 16880\n- text: Fuck it, I gotta get it\n start_ms: 16880\n end_ms: 18250\n- text: Nothing y all gotta give it\n start_ms: 18250\n end_ms: 19530\n- text: I m doing a lot of business\n start_ms: 19530\n end_ms: 20970\n- text: Everybody just drop and just give me\n start_ms: 20970\n end_ms: 22270\n- text: One hundred push-ups\n start_ms: 22270\n end_ms: 24050\n- text: What s up with Buck?\n start_ms: 24050\n end_ms: 25860\n- text: He here, you not\n start_ms: 25860\n end_ms: 27860\n- text: You scared, you shot\n start_ms: 27860\n end_ms: 28650\n- text: I dare two cops to play the hero -- uh oh\n start_ms: 28650\n end_ms: 32260\n- text: Whether or not you agree with my vision, a lot of niggas rot in the prison\n start_ms: 32260\n end_ms: 35820\n- text: Power no different\n start_ms: 35820\n end_ms: 37090\n- text: Television is telling lies, so I\n start_ms: 37090\n end_ms: 39130\n- text: Hit the street, street Bible wise\n start_ms: 39130\n end_ms: 41550\n- text: And tell the Ten Commandments\n start_ms: 41550\n end_ms: 43240\n- text: My niggas is bandits\n start_ms: 43240\n end_ms: 44380\n- text: Outlandish with hammers, no wonder why they can t stand us\n start_ms: 44380\n end_ms: 47430\n- text: Cannabis, fatigues, raw power\n start_ms: 47430\n end_ms: 49920\n- text: Strapped for the battle, I m walking the block with ease\n start_ms: 49920\n end_ms: 52340\n- text: Let s go, let s go\n start_ms: 52340\n end_ms: 55000\n- text: '[Hook]'\n start_ms: 55000\n end_ms: 66490\n- text: '[Verse 2]'\n start_ms: 66490\n end_ms: 66670\n- text: I m on fire, call me molten metal\n start_ms: 66670\n end_ms: 69620\n- text: It ain t my folks you settle\n start_ms: 69620\n end_ms: 71930\n- text: Every dollar in my pocket s from the flows I pedal\n start_ms: 71930\n end_ms: 77620\n- text: Like handbags of Louis and Gucci come up\n start_ms: 77620\n end_ms: 80210\n- text: You a replica of the real\n start_ms: 80210\n end_ms: 82190\n- text: Almost there, so what?\n start_ms: 82190\n end_ms: 84110\n- text: I ain t never seen ya CD\n start_ms: 84110\n end_ms: 86130\n- text: Only D I see is the D s that sweep me\n start_ms: 86130\n end_ms: 89070\n- text: With me, a frisbee out at night\n start_ms: 89070\n end_ms: 91450\n- text: Who didn t disappear on em? 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Yeah, I ain t on em\n I was in the zone\n Take money money, make money money, that s the only thing on my dome\n I m a beast if I don t eat\n Fuck beef, all I need is a rapper or one beat\n I m a boss\n You Chinese niggas is duck sauce\n You half a chicken\n Go half on your living\n Get lost\n [Hook]\n [Verse 3]\n Yeah, I m a murderer\n A motherfucking killer on the loose\n Y all niggas is filla on the roof\n I know, I can t get mad at you\n But I can say Damn, that s bad for you\n Broke ass, broke glass, cut it nigga severely\n Fuck what you heard, y all niggas hear me\n I m bullhorn, you niggas bullshit, come one\n Got bitches waiting on my lawn\n I walked at night like Spawn\n (?), oh yes, half that niggas is gone\n Make moves, my shit is SA-radius\n Street approved in the jails like the essay s rated\n"},{"id":30845964,"name":"The Feeling","trackName":"The Feeling","artistName":"Buckshot and 9th Wonder","albumName":"The Solution","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1]\nYou told me you a ride or die chick\nBut you're more like a ride or lie chick\nTry to lie to me? Try to lie to duke\nTry to get him shot? Or the guy to shoots?\nEither way the outcome is ugly\nWhen you got two guys and you try to live lovely\nLike rugby, that game is foreign\nSo you ended up with none, and lost both, you starving\nThe dog went for the bone in the pond\nAnd lost both, the bone and the reflection, gone man\nYou had a good thing, a real good nigga\nA man on a job, but still a hood nigga\nStill I would figure, you would recognize\nI was wrong, you was feeling strong disrespecting guys\nShawty bug, need pesticide\nMary J. Blige, real love you should exercise\n[Hook]\nIs it me or is it him?\nIs it ours or is it yours?\nSee, ya mind s still locked behind bars\nYou wanna roll with him or roll with a star?\n[Verse 2]\nYou playing high school games, that s ping pong\n\nPain over, any image you had in your head\nOf me and you out chilling, that shit s dead\nRigor mortis, you was feeling good like a baller\nTill you woke up in the morning feeling all this, like what you call this?\nIt s called getting played, it s called getting caught\nYou know, the same shit they say when you get in court\nMama, I thought you was support, meanwhile, I was just around\nNot for support, a bus down?\nWhat the fuck is that? Take the bus back\nAnd don t think of coming back, nah she with us now\nShe could feel the perks in my pain\nAnd she could feel the worth of my game, it s all the same\nEither way you lost one like Jane\nAnd feel that like the drums by Ye, have a nice day\n[Hook]\n[Bridge]\nYou tried to play me\nYou fucked around and played yourself, you played yourself\nI mma keep it a hundred\nLook ma, you fronted, now I don t even want it\n[Hook]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Feeling\n artist: Buckshot and 9th Wonder\n album: The Solution\n duration_ms: 228000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Verse 1]\n You told me you a ride or die chick\n But you're more like a ride or lie chick\n Try to lie to me? Try to lie to duke\n Try to get him shot? Or the guy to shoots?\n Either way the outcome is ugly\n When you got two guys and you try to live lovely\n Like rugby, that game is foreign\n So you ended up with none, and lost both, you starving\n The dog went for the bone in the pond\n And lost both, the bone and the reflection, gone man\n You had a good thing, a real good nigga\n A man on a job, but still a hood nigga\n Still I would figure, you would recognize\n I was wrong, you was feeling strong disrespecting guys\n Shawty bug, need pesticide\n Mary J. Blige, real love you should exercise\n [Hook]\n Is it me or is it him?\n Is it ours or is it yours?\n See, ya mind s still locked behind bars\n You wanna roll with him or roll with a star?\n [Verse 2]\n You playing high school games, that s ping pong\n\n Pain over, any image you had in your head\n Of me and you out chilling, that shit s dead\n Rigor mortis, you was feeling good like a baller\n Till you woke up in the morning feeling all this, like what you call this?\n It s called getting played, it s called getting caught\n You know, the same shit they say when you get in court\n Mama, I thought you was support, meanwhile, I was just around\n Not for support, a bus down?\n What the fuck is that? Take the bus back\n And don t think of coming back, nah she with us now\n She could feel the perks in my pain\n And she could feel the worth of my game, it s all the same\n Either way you lost one like Jane\n And feel that like the drums by Ye, have a nice day\n [Hook]\n [Bridge]\n You tried to play me\n You fucked around and played yourself, you played yourself\n I mma keep it a hundred\n Look ma, you fronted, now I don t even want it\n [Hook]\n"},{"id":27874246,"name":"The Change Up","trackName":"The Change Up","artistName":"Buckshot and 9th Wonder","albumName":"The Solution","duration":162.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nEvery day\nWhen I m on the streets, ain t no time to play\nAll I do is look up in the night, I don t see no light\nAll I do is see the dark, then I let my gun spark\nListen\n[Verse 1]\nEveryday I wake up, I m thinking of something different\nMy life is just like a visit, I m only here for a minute\nFuck it, I gotta get it\nNothing y all gotta give it\nI m doing a lot of business\nEverybody just drop and just give me\nOne hundred push-ups\nWhat s up with Buck?\nHe here, you not\nYou scared, you shot\nI dare two cops to play the hero -- uh oh\nWhether or not you agree with my vision, a lot of niggas rot in the prison\nPower no different\nTelevision is telling lies, so I\nHit the street, street Bible wise\nAnd tell the Ten Commandments\nMy niggas is bandits\nOutlandish with hammers, no wonder why they can t stand us\nCannabis, fatigues, raw power\nStrapped for the battle, I m walking the block with ease\nLet s go, let s go\n[Hook]\n[Verse 2]\nI m on fire, call me molten metal\nIt ain t my folks you settle\n\nEvery dollar in my pocket s from the flows I pedal\nLike handbags of Louis and Gucci come up\nYou a replica of the real\nAlmost there, so what?\nI ain t never seen ya CD\nOnly D I see is the D s that sweep me\nWith me, a frisbee out at night\nWho didn t disappear on em? Yeah, I ain t on em\nI was in the zone\nTake money money, make money money, that s the only thing on my dome\nI m a beast if I don t eat\nFuck beef, all I need is a rapper or one beat\nI m a boss\nYou Chinese niggas is duck sauce\nYou half a chicken\nGo half on your living\nGet lost\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\nYeah, I m a murderer\nA motherfucking killer on the loose\nY all niggas is filla on the roof\nI know, I can t get mad at you\nBut I can say Damn, that s bad for you\nBroke ass, broke glass, cut it nigga severely\nFuck what you heard, y all niggas hear me\nI m bullhorn, you niggas bullshit, come one\nGot bitches waiting on my lawn\nI walked at night like Spawn\n(?), oh yes, half that niggas is gone\nMake moves, my shit is SA-radius\nStreet approved in the jails like the essay s rated","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.61] [Hook]\n[00:01.75] Every day\n[00:03.34] When I m on the streets, ain t no time to play\n[00:05.28] All I do is look up in the night, I don t see no light\n[00:07.95] All I do is see the dark, then I let my gun spark\n[00:10.79] Listen\n[00:11.62] [Verse 1]\n[00:12.28] Everyday I wake up, I m thinking of something different\n[00:14.03] My life is just like a visit, I m only here for a minute\n[00:16.88] Fuck it, I gotta get it\n[00:18.25] Nothing y all gotta give it\n[00:19.53] I m doing a lot of business\n[00:20.97] Everybody just drop and just give me\n[00:22.27] One hundred push-ups\n[00:24.05] What s up with Buck?\n[00:25.86] He here, you not\n[00:27.86] You scared, you shot\n[00:28.65] I dare two cops to play the hero -- uh oh\n[00:32.26] Whether or not you agree with my vision, a lot of niggas rot in the prison\n[00:35.82] Power no different\n[00:37.09] Television is telling lies, so I\n[00:39.13] Hit the street, street Bible wise\n[00:41.55] And tell the Ten Commandments\n[00:43.24] My niggas is bandits\n[00:44.38] Outlandish with hammers, no wonder why they can t stand us\n[00:47.43] Cannabis, fatigues, raw power\n[00:49.92] Strapped for the battle, I m walking the block with ease\n[00:52.34] Let s go, let s go\n[00:55.00] [Hook]\n[01:06.49] [Verse 2]\n[01:06.67] I m on fire, call me molten metal\n[01:09.62] It ain t my folks you settle\n[01:11.93] Every dollar in my pocket s from the flows I pedal\n[01:17.62] Like handbags of Louis and Gucci come up\n[01:20.21] You a replica of the real\n[01:22.19] Almost there, so what?\n[01:24.11] I ain t never seen ya CD\n[01:26.13] Only D I see is the D s that sweep me\n[01:29.07] With me, a frisbee out at night\n[01:31.45] Who didn t disappear on em? Yeah, I ain t on em\n[01:34.52] I was in the zone\n[01:35.92] Take money money, make money money, that s the only thing on my dome\n[01:39.58] I m a beast if I don t eat\n[01:42.19] Fuck beef, all I need is a rapper or one beat\n[01:45.00] I m a boss\n[01:46.13] You Chinese niggas is duck sauce\n[01:48.36] You half a chicken\n[01:49.56] Go half on your living\n[01:50.99] Get lost\n[01:52.02] [Hook]\n[01:59.88] [Verse 3]\n[02:00.48] Yeah, I m a murderer\n[02:02.96] A motherfucking killer on the loose\n[02:05.73] Y all niggas is filla on the roof\n[02:07.73] I know, I can t get mad at you\n[02:09.95] But I can say Damn, that s bad for you\n[02:12.77] Broke ass, broke glass, cut it nigga severely\n[02:15.55] Fuck what you heard, y all niggas hear me\n[02:18.59] I m bullhorn, you niggas bullshit, come one\n[02:22.08] Got bitches waiting on my lawn\n[02:24.23] I walked at night like Spawn\n[02:26.76] (?), oh yes, half that niggas is gone\n[02:29.30] Make moves, my shit is SA-radius\n[02:32.37] Street approved in the jails like the essay s rated\n[02:34.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Change Up\n artist: Buckshot and 9th Wonder\n album: The Solution\n duration_ms: 162000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Hook]'\n start_ms: 610\n end_ms: 1750\n- text: Every day\n start_ms: 1750\n end_ms: 3340\n- text: When I m on the streets, ain t no time to play\n start_ms: 3340\n end_ms: 5280\n- text: All I do is look up in the night, I don t see no light\n start_ms: 5280\n end_ms: 7950\n- text: All I do is see the dark, then I let my gun spark\n start_ms: 7950\n end_ms: 10790\n- text: Listen\n start_ms: 10790\n end_ms: 11620\n- text: '[Verse 1]'\n start_ms: 11620\n end_ms: 12280\n- text: Everyday I wake up, I m thinking of something different\n start_ms: 12280\n end_ms: 14030\n- text: My life is just like a visit, I m only here for a minute\n start_ms: 14030\n end_ms: 16880\n- text: Fuck it, I gotta get it\n start_ms: 16880\n end_ms: 18250\n- text: Nothing y all gotta give it\n start_ms: 18250\n end_ms: 19530\n- text: I m doing a lot of business\n start_ms: 19530\n end_ms: 20970\n- text: Everybody just drop and just give me\n start_ms: 20970\n end_ms: 22270\n- text: One hundred push-ups\n start_ms: 22270\n end_ms: 24050\n- text: What s up with Buck?\n start_ms: 24050\n end_ms: 25860\n- text: He here, you not\n start_ms: 25860\n end_ms: 27860\n- text: You scared, you shot\n start_ms: 27860\n end_ms: 28650\n- text: I dare two cops to play the hero -- uh oh\n start_ms: 28650\n end_ms: 32260\n- text: Whether or not you agree with my vision, a lot of niggas rot in the prison\n start_ms: 32260\n end_ms: 35820\n- text: Power no different\n start_ms: 35820\n end_ms: 37090\n- text: Television is telling lies, so I\n start_ms: 37090\n end_ms: 39130\n- text: Hit the street, street Bible wise\n start_ms: 39130\n end_ms: 41550\n- text: And tell the Ten Commandments\n start_ms: 41550\n end_ms: 43240\n- text: My niggas is bandits\n start_ms: 43240\n end_ms: 44380\n- text: Outlandish with hammers, no wonder why they can t stand us\n start_ms: 44380\n end_ms: 47430\n- text: Cannabis, fatigues, raw power\n start_ms: 47430\n end_ms: 49920\n- text: Strapped for the battle, I m walking the block with ease\n start_ms: 49920\n end_ms: 52340\n- text: Let s go, let s go\n start_ms: 52340\n end_ms: 55000\n- text: '[Hook]'\n start_ms: 55000\n end_ms: 66490\n- text: '[Verse 2]'\n start_ms: 66490\n end_ms: 66670\n- text: I m on fire, call me molten metal\n start_ms: 66670\n end_ms: 69620\n- text: It ain t my folks you settle\n start_ms: 69620\n end_ms: 71930\n- text: Every dollar in my pocket s from the flows I pedal\n start_ms: 71930\n end_ms: 77620\n- text: Like handbags of Louis and Gucci come up\n start_ms: 77620\n end_ms: 80210\n- text: You a replica of the real\n start_ms: 80210\n end_ms: 82190\n- text: Almost there, so what?\n start_ms: 82190\n end_ms: 84110\n- text: I ain t never seen ya CD\n start_ms: 84110\n end_ms: 86130\n- text: Only D I see is the D s that sweep me\n start_ms: 86130\n end_ms: 89070\n- text: With me, a frisbee out at night\n start_ms: 89070\n end_ms: 91450\n- text: Who didn t disappear on em? 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You won't\nStop stressing; my impression\nIm never impressed by the rest, so stop guessing\nWhat's next on my agenda\n'Cause you might be gone 'til November\nChill, Sam\n\nHeyo Sam, I know you in the trap, you hustlin' the block and all that\nBut do me a favor man\nWhen you see me in the streets you like, yo Buckshot\nWhen you new joint comin' up man, it's up to you to stay in hip hop, man\nYou know what I mean, I got new shit droppin' every day since the last joint\nNew 9th Wonder, new Sean Price Duck Down\nYou gotta keep your ass to the street too, man, it's only you too, man\n\nEverybody got their own Sam\nSam sells drugs by the fruit stand, ducking blue vans\nEvery day, he got at least two grand\nI'm like, damn Sam, can I get a part of your plan?\nHe said no problo, no job, no stress\nWe can get it off consignment, yeah, I know Bless\nWho's Bless? He worked for your older brother\nWhen he had that crack spot open to the public\nSo lovely, now you want a piece of the action\nWhen these streets see you cracking and they wonder what happened\nAsking, how can I be just like you?\nWhen I get dressed, I'll dress just like you\nI said two things every hustle got a hassle\nWatch the money on the lasso, it come with a string\nDo ya thing yo Sam, this is who I am\nHip-hop, you in the trap, we both the same, man\n\nListen, word\nHeyo, e'body know what Sam on the block hustlin', y'know what I'm sayin'\nThis is for all my trap brothers out there\n\nOn the block\nListening to Buckshot in the trap\nTwenty four hours a day\nOn the clock\nNah mean?\n\nI don't do what you do, you don't do what I do\nBut we both do the same thing if you get where I'm coming from, ya feel me?\nSo when you see me on the streets and you're like\n\"Yo wassup Buckshot, wassup wit'chu\"\nI'm hustlin' and grindin'\nDuckin' from the po-nine'in\nDoin' the same thing you do, my friend","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] On the block, listening to Buckshot in the trap\n[00:04.47] Twenty four hours a day\n[00:10.65] Focus your attention, not to mention the fact\n[00:13.12] Yeah, I'm high off the liquor plus a bench and a fat L\n[00:16.20] High as hell, no YSL\n[00:18.55] Strictly LRG for the BD emcee\n[00:21.21] Lets see who could follow me on the journey\n[00:24.07] I burn trees like third degrees, you heard of me\n[00:27.21] If not, this might be your last shot\n[00:30.56] 'Cause youre falling off fast in hip-hop\n[00:32.18] Drip-drop in your money fountain\n[00:34.79] No more in front of your honey counting chill\n[00:37.87] My skills pay bills; why you don't?\n[00:40.50] You cry, who gon cry for me? You won't\n[00:42.83] Stop stressing; my impression\n[00:45.21] Im never impressed by the rest, so stop guessing\n[00:48.11] What's next on my agenda\n[00:50.68] 'Cause you might be gone 'til November\n[00:52.90] Chill, Sam\n[00:56.56] Heyo Sam, I know you in the trap, you hustlin' the block and all that\n[00:59.66] But do me a favor man\n[01:00.76] When you see me in the streets you like, yo Buckshot\n[01:02.95] When you new joint comin' up man, it's up to you to stay in hip hop, man\n[01:04.28] You know what I mean, I got new shit droppin' every day since the last joint\n[01:08.33] New 9th Wonder, new Sean Price Duck Down\n[01:10.53] You gotta keep your ass to the street too, man, it's only you too, man\n[01:15.63] Everybody got their own Sam\n[01:17.68] Sam sells drugs by the fruit stand, ducking blue vans\n[01:20.63] Every day, he got at least two grand\n[01:23.10] I'm like, damn Sam, can I get a part of your plan?\n[01:25.72] He said no problo, no job, no stress\n[01:28.83] We can get it off consignment, yeah, I know Bless\n[01:31.38] Who's Bless? He worked for your older brother\n[01:34.37] When he had that crack spot open to the public\n[01:36.65] So lovely, now you want a piece of the action\n[01:39.39] When these streets see you cracking and they wonder what happened\n[01:41.13] Asking, how can I be just like you?\n[01:44.57] When I get dressed, I'll dress just like you\n[01:47.16] I said two things every hustle got a hassle\n[01:50.15] Watch the money on the lasso, it come with a string\n[01:54.43] Do ya thing yo Sam, this is who I am\n[01:55.95] Hip-hop, you in the trap, we both the same, man\n[02:00.55] Listen, word\n[02:02.20] Heyo, e'body know what Sam on the block hustlin', y'know what I'm sayin'\n[02:06.86] This is for all my trap brothers out there\n[02:09.87] On the block\n[02:10.51] Listening to Buckshot in the trap\n[02:13.18] Twenty four hours a day\n[02:14.85] On the clock\n[02:15.91] Nah mean?\n[02:17.94] I don't do what you do, you don't do what I do\n[02:19.91] But we both do the same thing if you get where I'm coming from, ya feel me?\n[02:23.48] So when you see me on the streets and you're like\n[02:25.19] \"Yo wassup Buckshot, wassup wit'chu\"\n[02:27.60] I'm hustlin' and grindin'\n[02:29.60] Duckin' from the po-nine'in\n[02:31.33] Doin' the same thing you do, my friend\n[02:33.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: SAM\n artist: 9th Wonder & Buckshot\n album: The Solution\n duration_ms: 174000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: On the block, listening to Buckshot in the trap\n start_ms: 200\n end_ms: 4470\n- text: Twenty four hours a day\n start_ms: 4470\n end_ms: 10650\n- text: Focus your attention, not to mention the fact\n start_ms: 10650\n end_ms: 13120\n- text: Yeah, I'm high off the liquor plus a bench and a fat L\n start_ms: 13120\n end_ms: 16200\n- text: High as hell, no YSL\n start_ms: 16200\n end_ms: 18550\n- text: Strictly LRG for the BD emcee\n start_ms: 18550\n end_ms: 21210\n- text: Lets see who could follow me on the journey\n start_ms: 21210\n end_ms: 24070\n- text: I burn trees like third degrees, you heard of me\n start_ms: 24070\n end_ms: 27210\n- text: If not, this might be your last shot\n start_ms: 27210\n end_ms: 30560\n- text: '''Cause youre falling off fast in hip-hop'\n start_ms: 30560\n end_ms: 32180\n- text: Drip-drop in your money fountain\n start_ms: 32180\n end_ms: 34790\n- text: No more in front of your honey counting chill\n start_ms: 34790\n end_ms: 37870\n- text: My skills pay bills; why you don't?\n start_ms: 37870\n end_ms: 40500\n- text: You cry, who gon cry for me? 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You won't\n Stop stressing; my impression\n Im never impressed by the rest, so stop guessing\n What's next on my agenda\n 'Cause you might be gone 'til November\n Chill, Sam\n\n Heyo Sam, I know you in the trap, you hustlin' the block and all that\n But do me a favor man\n When you see me in the streets you like, yo Buckshot\n When you new joint comin' up man, it's up to you to stay in hip hop, man\n You know what I mean, I got new shit droppin' every day since the last joint\n New 9th Wonder, new Sean Price Duck Down\n You gotta keep your ass to the street too, man, it's only you too, man\n\n Everybody got their own Sam\n Sam sells drugs by the fruit stand, ducking blue vans\n Every day, he got at least two grand\n I'm like, damn Sam, can I get a part of your plan?\n He said no problo, no job, no stress\n We can get it off consignment, yeah, I know Bless\n Who's Bless? He worked for your older brother\n When he had that crack spot open to the public\n So lovely, now you want a piece of the action\n When these streets see you cracking and they wonder what happened\n Asking, how can I be just like you?\n When I get dressed, I'll dress just like you\n I said two things every hustle got a hassle\n Watch the money on the lasso, it come with a string\n Do ya thing yo Sam, this is who I am\n Hip-hop, you in the trap, we both the same, man\n\n Listen, word\n Heyo, e'body know what Sam on the block hustlin', y'know what I'm sayin'\n This is for all my trap brothers out there\n\n On the block\n Listening to Buckshot in the trap\n Twenty four hours a day\n On the clock\n Nah mean?\n\n I don't do what you do, you don't do what I do\n But we both do the same thing if you get where I'm coming from, ya feel me?\n So when you see me on the streets and you're like\n \"Yo wassup Buckshot, wassup wit'chu\"\n I'm hustlin' and grindin'\n Duckin' from the po-nine'in\n Doin' the same thing you do, my friend\n"},{"id":32854411,"name":"Shorty Left (Feat. 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Ain't got the family I wanted\nI know your grind keep the lights on, the roof over us\nRefrigerators full, but I wanna drive a new Rover\nAnd how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\nMaybe you should think of going major\n'Cause these indie Gs don't keep me pleased\nIn the latest fashions from Fendi\nI can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\nYou a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\nAnd we living comfortable, but I want you to be famous\nMillionaire money, take family trips to the Caymans\nOk man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\nSo I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\nIt's me or the music, go major extend your Visas\nI know you happy, but for real I think you better please us\nIf I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither, like\n\nWhy you never satisfied, but you advertise\nWalk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\nSpread rumors like butter on the bread\nI'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Shorty Left (Feat. Rapsody)\n artist: 9th Wonder & Buckshot\n album: The Solution\n duration_ms: 193000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n Listen to me baby\n You know I be on that, you know, on that, that get guap shit\n But listen, boo boo\n This is my life, my L-I-F-E\n I ain't leave my wife, my wife left me\n I was on my grind, G-R-I-N-D\n She said she heard of labels, but mines was indie\n What that mean?\n That mean everything all mine\n And the checks all good, but it's not all the time\n I'm under the impression that you get it\n But you still leave me hanging like a necklace, fine\n I'ma do mine, I mean do me\n If you need a check up, you should find a MD\n Until then, my prescription is how to act right\n Hold me down and not back right\n See I was thinking 'bout you last night\n Hoping that you see the real, no flashlight\n Let me ask you like, a few questions\n The first one is why the hell do you stress\n And the second where the checks went\n This is me and you, on the grind too\n You should have my son (why?)\n So he can shine too\n\n Yeah, oh, I'm loud enough\n Listen\n\n Why you never satisfied, but you advertise\n Walk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\n Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n\n Yo, I supported dreams and everything that you wanted\n But what about my own? Ain't got the family I wanted\n I know your grind keep the lights on, the roof over us\n Refrigerators full, but I wanna drive a new Rover\n And how we gon' have a son and you ain't never home for me?\n Maybe you should think of going major\n 'Cause these indie Gs don't keep me pleased\n In the latest fashions from Fendi\n I can't have my son growing up eating Wendy's\n You a good man, never cheated on me, yeah true that\n And we living comfortable, but I want you to be famous\n Millionaire money, take family trips to the Caymans\n Ok man, I get it though, you ain't really so with that\n So I ain't with you no more, make a choice or I'm leaving\n It's me or the music, go major extend your Visas\n I know you happy, but for real I think you better please us\n If I ain't happy then you won't never be happy neither, like\n\n Why you never satisfied, but you advertise\n Walk the streets with your peeps and talk a lot of lies\n Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n Spread rumors like butter on the bread\n I'm out for my dough, 'cause I ain't doing what you said\n"}]