[{"id":33338924,"name":"The Come Up","trackName":"The Come Up","artistName":"AZ","albumName":"The Come Up / Magic Hour","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just gimme the countdown\nKnow where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\nUh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\nFeels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n\n(AZ)\nYou know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\nLaugh, get nice, split the blunt up\nPray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\nYou see the change when the Range come through\nWhen all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\nThe chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\nIt's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\nThe cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\nYou know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\nBut here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\nSkirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\nThen one little thing just, leads to the next and\nHere come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\nNow you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\nJust so we can go, you was free from the stress\nI guess it is what it is\n\n(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n\"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n\n(AZ)\nYou know the saga, who liver, who hotter\nWho shot at who at the Ramada\nI knew about beef since Bambaataa\nBefore \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\nGuns and money, some was hungry\nDysfunctional families that come from junkies\nJailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\nJust jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\nMarked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: AZ\n  album: The Come Up / Magic Hour\n  duration_ms: 182000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\n  Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n  Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n  Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n  Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n  Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n  So understand I know from firsthand\n  The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (AZ)\n  The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n  It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n  Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n  Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n  The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n  And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n  The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n  But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n  The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n  Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n  Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n  Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n  Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n  It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n  'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n  You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n  (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n"},{"id":21472996,"name":"The Come Up","trackName":"The Come Up","artistName":"AZ","albumName":"The Memphis Sessions","duration":214.726531,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just gimme the countdown\nKnow where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\nUh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\nFeels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n\n(AZ)\nYou know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\nLaugh, get nice, split the blunt up\nPray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\nYou see the change when the Range come through\nWhen all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\nThe chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\nIt's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\nThe cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\nYou know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\nBut here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\nSkirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\nThen one little thing just, leads to the next and\nHere come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\nNow you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\nJust so we can go, you was free from the stress\nI guess it is what it is\n\n(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n\"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n\n(AZ)\nYou know the saga, who liver, who hotter\nWho shot at who at the Ramada\nI knew about beef since Bambaataa\nBefore \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\nGuns and money, some was hungry\nDysfunctional families that come from junkies\nJailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\nJust jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\nMarked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: AZ\n  album: The Memphis Sessions\n  duration_ms: 214727\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: AZ\n  album: 'Memphis Sessions: The Remixtape'\n  duration_ms: 214727\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: AZ\n  album: Pelle Pelle Presents Freakz Of The Underground Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 154000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: AZ\n  album: Top 500 of the Greatest Hip-Hop and Rap Songs\n  duration_ms: 182000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: AZ\n  album: A.W.O.L.\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: AZ\n  album: G.a.m.e.\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: AZ\n  album: Untold Story - Chopped & Screwed (Ex)\n  duration_ms: 226373\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: Az\n  album: A.W.O.L. 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NARC's with collars\n  Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n  Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n  Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n  Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n  Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n  So understand I know from firsthand\n  The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (AZ)\n  The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n  It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n  Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n  Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n  The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n  And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n  The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n  But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n  The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n  Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n  Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n  Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n  Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n  It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n  'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n  You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n  (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n"},{"id":24458814,"name":"The Come Up","trackName":"The Come Up","artistName":"AZ","albumName":"best of 2005 mixed by DJ Food Stamp hosted by Rasco","duration":61.466122,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just gimme the countdown\nKnow where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\nUh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\nFeels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n\n(AZ)\nYou know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\nLaugh, get nice, split the blunt up\nPray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\nYou see the change when the Range come through\nWhen all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\nThe chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\nIt's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\nThe cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\nYou know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\nBut here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\nSkirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\nThen one little thing just, leads to the next and\nHere come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\nNow you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\nJust so we can go, you was free from the stress\nI guess it is what it is\n\n(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n\"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n\n(AZ)\nYou know the saga, who liver, who hotter\nWho shot at who at the Ramada\nI knew about beef since Bambaataa\nBefore \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\nGuns and money, some was hungry\nDysfunctional families that come from junkies\nJailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\nJust jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\nMarked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: AZ\n  album: best of 2005 mixed by DJ Food Stamp hosted by Rasco\n  duration_ms: 61466\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: AZ\n  album: A.W.O.L (2005)\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: AZ\n  album: A.W.O.L 2.0\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: AZ\n  album: Memphis Sessions\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90] Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03] Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02] Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48] (AZ)\n[00:21.69] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00] Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51] Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52] You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42] When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80] The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09] It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76] The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87] You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95] But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01] Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67] Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51] Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02] Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64] Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24] I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81] (Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14] \"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06] \"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35] (AZ)\n[01:23.79] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03] Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16] I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28] Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75] Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26] Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80] Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37] Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93] Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11] Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07] Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55] Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52] Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81] Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46] So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82] The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37] (Chorus)\n[02:10.61] (AZ)\n[02:17.16] The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58] It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60] Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68] Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01] The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83] And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22] The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02] But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49] The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70] Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65] Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05] Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86] Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56] It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19] 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53] You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53] (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: Az\n  album: Ughh.Com Back to School Edition September-October (Mixed by DJ Food Stamp) (Bootleg)\n  duration_ms: 123220\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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NARC's with collars\n  Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n  Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n  Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n  Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n  Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n  So understand I know from firsthand\n  The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (AZ)\n  The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n  It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n  Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n  Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n  The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n  And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n  The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n  But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n  The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n  Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n  Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n  Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n  Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n  It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n  'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n  You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n  (Chorus) w/ ad libs\n"},{"id":39321970,"name":"The Come Up","trackName":"The Come Up","artistName":"AZ","albumName":"A.W.O.L.","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just gimme the countdown\nKnow where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\nUh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\nFeels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n\n(AZ)\nYou know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\nLaugh, get nice, split the blunt up\nPray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\nYou see the change when the Range come through\nWhen all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\nThe chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\nIt's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\nThe cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\nYou know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\nBut here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\nSkirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\nThen one little thing just, leads to the next and\nHere come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\nNow you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\nJust so we can go, you was free from the stress\nI guess it is what it is\n\n(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n\"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n\n(AZ)\nYou know the saga, who liver, who hotter\nWho shot at who at the Ramada\nI knew about beef since Bambaataa\nBefore \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\nGuns and money, some was hungry\nDysfunctional families that come from junkies\nJailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\nJust jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\nMarked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\nNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\nHot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\nPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\nCan't call it, too fresh to spoil it\nTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\nSo understand I know from firsthand\nThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(AZ)\nThe jails is packed, the streets is wack\nIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\nWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\nThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\nThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\nAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\nThe D's in the Capris too close to duck\nBut what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\nThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\nNuttin left but jail death or a record deal\nVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\nEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\nStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\nIt's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\nYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n\n(Chorus) w/ ad libs","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92]Just gimme the countdown\n[00:05.90]Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}\n[00:10.03]Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n[00:15.02]Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n[00:18.48](AZ)\n[00:21.69]You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n[00:24.00]Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n[00:25.51]Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n[00:28.52]You see the change when the Range come through\n[00:30.42]When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n[00:32.80]The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n[00:35.09]It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n[00:37.76]The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n[00:40.87]You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n[00:43.95]But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n[00:46.01]Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n[00:48.67]Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n[00:51.51]Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n[00:54.02]Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n[00:56.64]Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n[00:59.24]I guess it is what it is\n[01:01.81](Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)\n[01:04.45]\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:06.59]\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"\n[01:12.14]\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"\n[01:17.06]\"I'm rather unique\" \"I'm from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"\n[01:23.35](AZ)\n[01:23.79]You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n[01:25.03]Who shot at who at the Ramada\n[01:27.16]I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n[01:29.28]Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n[01:32.75]Guns and money, some was hungry\n[01:35.26]Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n[01:37.80]Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n[01:40.37]Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n[01:42.93]Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars\n[01:45.11]Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla\n[01:48.07]Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless\n[01:49.55]Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick\n[01:53.52]Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it\n[01:55.81]Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this\n[01:58.46]So understand I know from firsthand\n[02:00.82]The lies of a church man, high off his first gram\n[02:03.37](Chorus)\n[02:10.61](AZ)\n[02:17.16]The jails is packed, the streets is wack\n[02:26.58]It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack\n[02:29.60]Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back\n[02:31.68]Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed\n[02:34.01]The coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's up\n[02:36.83]And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch\n[02:39.22]The D's in the Capris too close to duck\n[02:42.02]But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts\n[02:44.49]The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal\n[02:46.70]Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal\n[02:49.65]Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep\n[02:52.05]Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek\n[02:54.86]Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs\n[02:57.56]It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big\n[03:00.19]'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong\n[03:02.53]You want more then long on to A-Z dot com\n[03:07.53](Chorus) w/ ad libs\n[03:07.64]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Come Up\n  artist: AZ\n  album: A.W.O.L.\n  duration_ms: 248346\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Just gimme the countdown\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 5900\n- text: 'Know where we goin {*scratched: \"AZ\"*}'\n  start_ms: 5900\n  end_ms: 10030\n- text: Uh-huh {*\"AZ\"*} {*\"Streets is yours for the takin now\"*}\n  start_ms: 10030\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: Feels so good {*\"AZ\"*}\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 21690\n- text: You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up\n  start_ms: 21690\n  end_ms: 24000\n- text: Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up\n  start_ms: 24000\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble\n  start_ms: 25510\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: You see the change when the Range come through\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 30420\n- text: When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled\n  start_ms: 30420\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35090\n- text: It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused\n  start_ms: 35090\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46010\n- text: Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups\n  start_ms: 46010\n  end_ms: 48670\n- text: Then one little thing just, leads to the next and\n  start_ms: 48670\n  end_ms: 51510\n- text: Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck\n  start_ms: 51510\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Just so we can go, you was free from the stress\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: I guess it is what it is\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: '(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)'\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 64450\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 64450\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"I''m from the place where hardcore is beautiful\"'\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 72140\n- text: '\"Creepin on a come up\" \"Streets is yours for the takin now\"'\n  start_ms: 72140\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: '\"I''m rather unique\" \"I''m from the place\" \"Brooklyn\"'\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 83350\n- text: (AZ)\n  start_ms: 83350\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: You know the saga, who liver, who hotter\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 85030\n- text: Who shot at who at the Ramada\n  start_ms: 85030\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: I knew about beef since Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89280\n- text: Before \"Beat Street\" streets was heavily deep with the riders\n  start_ms: 89280\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Guns and money, some was hungry\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: Dysfunctional families that come from junkies\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102930\n- text: Marked dollars, D.A. 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