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Save your sympathy\nMy childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary\nHere's a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe\nIf you believe then you can achieve\nJust look at me\nAgainst all odds, though life is hard we carry on\nLivin' in the projects, broke with no lights on\nTo all the seeds that follow me\nProtect your essence\nBorn with less, but you still precious\n\nGhetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin\nGun shots every night in the (ghetto)\nCrooked cops on sight in the (ghetto)\nEvery day is a fight in the (ghetto)\n(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)\nGot kids to feed in the (ghetto)\nSelling coke and weed in the (ghetto)\nEvery day somebody bleed in the (ghetto)\n(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)\n\nI had the master plan\nI'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland\nWith my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects\nThey call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs\nAnd when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's next?\nAt last, I'm literally loungin black\nSittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks\nSee who got smoked, what rumors was spread\nLast I heard I was dead\n\nGhetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin\nCause thats the life when your\nLiving in the (ghetto) oh\nEating in the (ghetto) or\nSleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto)\nThats the life when ur\nLiving in the (ghetto)oh\nEating in the (ghetto) or\nSleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)\n\n(talking) It's a funny thing I kinda realized how powerful 2pac\nAnd I was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a strong dude\nYo I kno him we two individual people we waged a coastal\nBeef but even tho we were going thru our drama I would\nNever wish death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.62] Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin\n[00:31.99] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up\n[00:38.27] Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell\n[00:40.55] People look at you like youse the user\n[00:42.04] Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser\n[00:44.01] But they don't know about your stress-filled day\n[00:45.75] Baby on the way mad bills to pay\n[00:47.80] That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce\n[00:50.18] And wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit\n[00:52.46] I remember I was just like you\n[00:54.38] Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's\n[00:56.14] Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G\n[00:58.78] I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me\n[01:01.82] She was forced to kick me out, no doubt\n[01:03.95] Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South\n[01:06.76] Packed up my tools for my raw power move\n[01:09.01] Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves\n[01:11.96] For chumps tryin to stop my flow\n[01:14.06] And what they don't know will show on the autopsy\n[01:16.83] Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick\n[01:19.18] Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it\n[01:22.04] Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in court\n[01:24.69] For an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York\n[01:27.12] Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man\n[01:29.24] You better have your gat in hand, cause man\n[01:32.08] (you betta have your gat in hand cause man)\n[01:34.45] Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin\n[01:38.45] \n[01:41.93] Our lifestyles be close captioned\n[01:43.93] Addicted to fatal attractions\n[01:45.28] Pictures of actions be played back\n[01:47.05] In the midst of mashin'\n[01:48.05] No fairy tales for this young black male\n[01:49.37] Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales\n[01:52.82] Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture or the\n[01:54.71] Repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures\n[01:56.81] Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches\n[02:00.04] Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures\n[02:02.76] Why shed tears? 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so you can reminisce\n  And wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit\n  I remember I was just like you\n  Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's\n  Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G\n  I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me\n  She was forced to kick me out, no doubt\n  Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South\n  Packed up my tools for my raw power move\n  Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves\n  For chumps tryin to stop my flow\n  And what they don't know will show on the autopsy\n  Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick\n  Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it\n  Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in court\n  For an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York\n  Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man\n  You better have your gat in hand, cause man\n  (you betta have your gat in hand cause man)\n\n  Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin\n\n  Our lifestyles be close captioned\n  Addicted to fatal attractions\n  Pictures of actions be played back\n  In the midst of mashin'\n  No fairy tales for this young black male\n  Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales\n  Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture or the\n  Repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures\n  Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches\n  Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures\n  Why shed tears? 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Akon","albumName":"Ghetto Story","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here's my, ghetto story (*Story)\nBeen in hell through the fire, now, gonna take it higher (This a survival story, true ghetto story)\nHere's my, ghetto story (*Story)\nSo many reasons to sing now, plus now we got the keys to the kingdom (This is my story, real ghetto story, hey)\n\n(Verse 1: Baby Cham)\nI remember those days when Hell was my home\nWhen Me and Mama bed was a big piece a foam\nAn mi never like bathe and my hair never comb\nWhen Mama gone a work me go street go roam\nI remember when Danny dem tek me snow cone\nAn mek him likkle bredda dem kick up Jerome\nI remember when we visit dem wid pure big stone\nAn the boy Danny pop out something weh full chrome\nI remember when we run, Fatta get him knee blown\nAn mi best friend Richie get, two inna him dome\nI remember so the avenue tun inna warzone\nAn, Mickey madda fly him out, cau she get a loan\nBut, Mickey go to foreign and go tun Al Capone\nMek whole heap a money and sen in our own\nNow a we a lock the city and, that is well known\nYesterday Mickey call me pan mi phone\nMi say Mickey...\n\n(Chorus: Baby Cham)\nWe get di ting dem\nDem outta luck now\nMi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now\nWe have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now\nRah... Rah.Rah... Rah\n\n(Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\nWe got the kingdom so we have to make way\nWe take it from the bottom to the top baby\nAnd now the whole community can live greatly\n(Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah)\n\n(Verse 2: Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\nI remember those days when, we was dead broke\nAnd, I could barely find a, dollar for a token\nHop in the train just to get where I'm goin\nPo Po's after me I'm runnin like I'm smokin\nRemember those days when I went to bed hungry\nAll I ever ate was white rice and honey\nBig dreams in my head empty my tummy\nMight crack a smile but ain't nothin funny\nI remember playin over needles in the street\nEverywhere I go and there was some part of mr\nThirteen thirteen was, hookers and hoes\n\nOn 11th avenue sellin bodies for dope (Whoa)\nRemember cryin sayin that will never be me\nGonna make it someday gotta be somebody\nSay, mommy don't worry it's just you and me\nBut, one day we will get out of this misery (Hey!)\n\n(Chorus: Baby Cham)\nWe get di ting dem\nDem outta luck now\nMi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now\nWe have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now\nRah... Rah.Rah... Rah\n\n(Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\nWe got the kingdom so we have to make way\nWe take it from the bottom to the top baby\nAnd now the whole community can live greatly\n(Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah)\n\n(Bridge: Alicia Keys)\nHere's my, ghetto story (Story)\nBeen in hell through the fire, now, gonna take it higher\nHere's my, ghetto story (Story)\nSo many reasons to sing now, plus now we got the keys to the kingdom\n\n(Verse 3: Baby Cham)\nJamaica get screw, tru greed an glutton\nPolitics manipulate and press yutes button\nBut we rich now, so dem caan tell man notin\n'cause a we a mek Mama a nyaam Fish an Mutton.Ehhhh\nOva dehso mek mi tell unnu some'in...\nTru mi dey a foreign now a guy kill me cousin\nAn mi here sey TD deh dey but him sey he wasnt\nAnytime mi fly down him a get bout dozen... Cause...\n\n(Chorus: Baby Cham)\nWe get di ting dem\nDem outta luck now\nMi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now\nWe have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now\nRah... Rah.Rah... Rah\n\n(Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\nWe got the kingdom so we have to make way\nWe take it from the bottom to the top baby\nAnd now the whole community can live greatly\n(Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.14] Here's my, ghetto story (*Story)\n[00:07.60] Been in hell through the fire, now, gonna take it higher (This a survival story, true ghetto story)\n[00:16.91] Here's my, ghetto story (*Story)\n[00:20.89] So many reasons to sing now, plus now we got the keys to the kingdom (This is my story, real ghetto story, hey)\n[00:23.41] (Verse 1: Baby Cham)\n[00:24.72] I remember those days when Hell was my home\n[00:25.30] When Me and Mama bed was a big piece a foam\n[00:28.73] An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb\n[00:32.35] When Mama gone a work me go street go roam\n[00:35.20] I remember when Danny dem tek me snow cone\n[00:38.02] An mek him likkle bredda dem kick up Jerome\n[00:41.02] I remember when we visit dem wid pure big stone\n[00:43.65] An the boy Danny pop out something weh full chrome\n[00:46.32] I remember when we run, Fatta get him knee blown\n[00:49.36] An mi best friend Richie get, two inna him dome\n[00:52.60] I remember so the avenue tun inna warzone\n[00:55.59] An, Mickey madda fly him out, cau she get a loan\n[00:58.35] But, Mickey go to foreign and go tun Al Capone\n[01:00.98] Mek whole heap a money and sen in our own\n[01:04.39] Now a we a lock the city and, that is well known\n[01:06.95] Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi phone\n[01:09.84] Mi say Mickey...\n[01:11.05] (Chorus: Baby Cham)\n[01:11.74] We get di ting dem\n[01:12.45] Dem outta luck now\n[01:13.89] Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now\n[01:16.24] We have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now\n[01:18.91] Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah\n[01:21.37] (Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\n[01:23.62] We got the kingdom so we have to make way\n[01:25.02] We take it from the bottom to the top baby\n[01:28.04] And now the whole community can live greatly\n[01:30.66] (Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah)\n[01:32.07] (Verse 2: Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\n[01:32.69] I remember those days when, we was dead broke\n[01:36.18] And, I could barely find a, dollar for a token\n[01:39.62] Hop in the train just to get where I'm goin\n[01:42.32] Po Po's after me I'm runnin like I'm smokin\n[01:45.28] Remember those days when I went to bed hungry\n[01:48.18] All I ever ate was white rice and honey\n[01:51.20] Big dreams in my head empty my tummy\n[01:54.20] Might crack a smile but ain't nothin funny\n[01:56.96] I remember playin over needles in the street\n[01:59.93] Everywhere I go and there was some part of mr\n[02:02.76] Thirteen thirteen was, hookers and hoes\n[02:05.62] On 11th avenue sellin bodies for dope (Whoa)\n[02:08.65] Remember cryin sayin that will never be me\n[02:11.35] Gonna make it someday gotta be somebody\n[02:14.28] Say, mommy don't worry it's just you and me\n[02:16.37] But, one day we will get out of this misery (Hey!)\n[02:20.66] (Chorus: Baby Cham)\n[02:21.47] We get di ting dem\n[02:22.17] Dem outta luck now\n[02:25.42] Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now\n[02:29.21] We have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now\n[02:30.65] Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah\n[02:31.84] (Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\n[02:32.38] We got the kingdom so we have to make way\n[02:34.95] We take it from the bottom to the top baby\n[02:38.20] And now the whole community can live greatly\n[02:41.12] (Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah)\n[02:41.88] (Bridge: Alicia Keys)\n[02:44.43] Here's my, ghetto story (Story)\n[02:48.68] Been in hell through the fire, now, gonna take it higher\n[02:52.75] Here's my, ghetto story (Story)\n[02:59.83] So many reasons to sing now, plus now we got the keys to the kingdom\n[03:05.07] (Verse 3: Baby Cham)\n[03:08.27] Jamaica get screw, tru greed an glutton\n[03:08.85] Politics manipulate and press yutes button\n[03:12.66] But we rich now, so dem caan tell man notin\n[03:15.86] 'cause a we a mek Mama a nyaam Fish an Mutton.Ehhhh\n[03:18.75] Ova dehso mek mi tell unnu some'in...\n[03:21.66] Tru mi dey a foreign now a guy kill me cousin\n[03:24.52] An mi here sey TD deh dey but him sey he wasnt\n[03:27.89] Anytime mi fly down him a get bout dozen... Cause...\n[03:30.83] (Chorus: Baby Cham)\n[03:31.65] We get di ting dem\n[03:32.34] Dem outta luck now\n[03:35.68] Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now\n[03:38.13] We have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now\n[03:39.72] Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah\n[03:40.54] (Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\n[03:43.80] We got the kingdom so we have to make way\n[03:45.28] We take it from the bottom to the top baby\n[03:47.07] And now the whole community can live greatly\n[03:51.32] (Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah)\n[03:53.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto Story (remix)\n  artist: Cham feat. 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Rah)\n  start_ms: 90660\n  end_ms: 92070\n- text: '(Verse 2: Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)'\n  start_ms: 92070\n  end_ms: 92690\n- text: I remember those days when, we was dead broke\n  start_ms: 92690\n  end_ms: 96180\n- text: And, I could barely find a, dollar for a token\n  start_ms: 96180\n  end_ms: 99620\n- text: Hop in the train just to get where I'm goin\n  start_ms: 99620\n  end_ms: 102320\n- text: Po Po's after me I'm runnin like I'm smokin\n  start_ms: 102320\n  end_ms: 105280\n- text: Remember those days when I went to bed hungry\n  start_ms: 105280\n  end_ms: 108180\n- text: All I ever ate was white rice and honey\n  start_ms: 108180\n  end_ms: 111200\n- text: Big dreams in my head empty my tummy\n  start_ms: 111200\n  end_ms: 114200\n- text: Might crack a smile but ain't nothin funny\n  start_ms: 114200\n  end_ms: 116960\n- text: I remember playin over needles in the street\n  start_ms: 116960\n  end_ms: 119930\n- text: Everywhere I go and there was some part of mr\n  start_ms: 119930\n  end_ms: 122760\n- text: Thirteen thirteen was, hookers and hoes\n  start_ms: 122760\n  end_ms: 125620\n- text: On 11th avenue sellin bodies for dope (Whoa)\n  start_ms: 125620\n  end_ms: 128650\n- text: Remember cryin sayin that will never be me\n  start_ms: 128650\n  end_ms: 131350\n- text: Gonna make it someday gotta be somebody\n  start_ms: 131350\n  end_ms: 134280\n- text: Say, mommy don't worry it's just you and me\n  start_ms: 134280\n  end_ms: 136370\n- text: But, one day we will get out of this misery (Hey!)\n  start_ms: 136370\n  end_ms: 140660\n- text: '(Chorus: Baby Cham)'\n  start_ms: 140660\n  end_ms: 141470\n- text: We get di ting dem\n  start_ms: 141470\n  end_ms: 142170\n- text: Dem outta luck now\n  start_ms: 142170\n  end_ms: 145420\n- text: Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now\n  start_ms: 145420\n  end_ms: 149210\n- text: We have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now\n  start_ms: 149210\n  end_ms: 150650\n- text: Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah\n  start_ms: 150650\n  end_ms: 151840\n- text: (Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\n  start_ms: 151840\n  end_ms: 152380\n- text: We got the kingdom so we have to make way\n  start_ms: 152380\n  end_ms: 154950\n- text: We take it from the bottom to the top baby\n  start_ms: 154950\n  end_ms: 158200\n- text: And now the whole community can live greatly\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 161120\n- text: (Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah)\n  start_ms: 161120\n  end_ms: 161880\n- text: '(Bridge: Alicia Keys)'\n  start_ms: 161880\n  end_ms: 164430\n- text: Here's my, ghetto story (Story)\n  start_ms: 164430\n  end_ms: 168680\n- text: Been in hell through the fire, now, gonna take it higher\n  start_ms: 168680\n  end_ms: 172750\n- text: Here's my, ghetto story (Story)\n  start_ms: 172750\n  end_ms: 179830\n- text: So many reasons to sing now, plus now we got the keys to the kingdom\n  start_ms: 179830\n  end_ms: 185070\n- text: '(Verse 3: Baby Cham)'\n  start_ms: 185070\n  end_ms: 188270\n- text: Jamaica get screw, tru greed an glutton\n  start_ms: 188270\n  end_ms: 188850\n- text: Politics manipulate and press yutes button\n  start_ms: 188850\n  end_ms: 192660\n- text: But we rich now, so dem caan tell man notin\n  start_ms: 192660\n  end_ms: 195860\n- text: '''cause a we a mek Mama a nyaam Fish an Mutton.Ehhhh'\n  start_ms: 195860\n  end_ms: 198750\n- text: Ova dehso mek mi tell unnu some'in...\n  start_ms: 198750\n  end_ms: 201660\n- text: Tru mi dey a foreign now a guy kill me cousin\n  start_ms: 201660\n  end_ms: 204520\n- text: An mi here sey TD deh dey but him sey he wasnt\n  start_ms: 204520\n  end_ms: 207890\n- text: Anytime mi fly down him a get bout dozen... Cause...\n  start_ms: 207890\n  end_ms: 210830\n- text: '(Chorus: Baby Cham)'\n  start_ms: 210830\n  end_ms: 211650\n- text: We get di ting dem\n  start_ms: 211650\n  end_ms: 212340\n- text: Dem outta luck now\n  start_ms: 212340\n  end_ms: 215680\n- text: Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now\n  start_ms: 215680\n  end_ms: 218130\n- text: We have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now\n  start_ms: 218130\n  end_ms: 219720\n- text: Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah\n  start_ms: 219720\n  end_ms: 220540\n- text: (Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\n  start_ms: 220540\n  end_ms: 223800\n- text: We got the kingdom so we have to make way\n  start_ms: 223800\n  end_ms: 225280\n- text: We take it from the bottom to the top baby\n  start_ms: 225280\n  end_ms: 227070\n- text: And now the whole community can live greatly\n  start_ms: 227070\n  end_ms: 231320\n- text: (Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah)\n  start_ms: 231320\n  end_ms: 233030\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 233030\nplain: |-\n  Here's my, ghetto story (*Story)\n  Been in hell through the fire, now, gonna take it higher (This a survival story, true ghetto story)\n  Here's my, ghetto story (*Story)\n  So many reasons to sing now, plus now we got the keys to the kingdom (This is my story, real ghetto story, hey)\n\n  (Verse 1: Baby Cham)\n  I remember those days when Hell was my home\n  When Me and Mama bed was a big piece a foam\n  An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb\n  When Mama gone a work me go street go roam\n  I remember when Danny dem tek me snow cone\n  An mek him likkle bredda dem kick up Jerome\n  I remember when we visit dem wid pure big stone\n  An the boy Danny pop out something weh full chrome\n  I remember when we run, Fatta get him knee blown\n  An mi best friend Richie get, two inna him dome\n  I remember so the avenue tun inna warzone\n  An, Mickey madda fly him out, cau she get a loan\n  But, Mickey go to foreign and go tun Al Capone\n  Mek whole heap a money and sen in our own\n  Now a we a lock the city and, that is well known\n  Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi phone\n  Mi say Mickey...\n\n  (Chorus: Baby Cham)\n  We get di ting dem\n  Dem outta luck now\n  Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now\n  We have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now\n  Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah\n\n  (Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\n  We got the kingdom so we have to make way\n  We take it from the bottom to the top baby\n  And now the whole community can live greatly\n  (Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah)\n\n  (Verse 2: Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\n  I remember those days when, we was dead broke\n  And, I could barely find a, dollar for a token\n  Hop in the train just to get where I'm goin\n  Po Po's after me I'm runnin like I'm smokin\n  Remember those days when I went to bed hungry\n  All I ever ate was white rice and honey\n  Big dreams in my head empty my tummy\n  Might crack a smile but ain't nothin funny\n  I remember playin over needles in the street\n  Everywhere I go and there was some part of mr\n  Thirteen thirteen was, hookers and hoes\n\n  On 11th avenue sellin bodies for dope (Whoa)\n  Remember cryin sayin that will never be me\n  Gonna make it someday gotta be somebody\n  Say, mommy don't worry it's just you and me\n  But, one day we will get out of this misery (Hey!)\n\n  (Chorus: Baby Cham)\n  We get di ting dem\n  Dem outta luck now\n  Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now\n  We have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now\n  Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah\n\n  (Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\n  We got the kingdom so we have to make way\n  We take it from the bottom to the top baby\n  And now the whole community can live greatly\n  (Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah)\n\n  (Bridge: Alicia Keys)\n  Here's my, ghetto story (Story)\n  Been in hell through the fire, now, gonna take it higher\n  Here's my, ghetto story (Story)\n  So many reasons to sing now, plus now we got the keys to the kingdom\n\n  (Verse 3: Baby Cham)\n  Jamaica get screw, tru greed an glutton\n  Politics manipulate and press yutes button\n  But we rich now, so dem caan tell man notin\n  'cause a we a mek Mama a nyaam Fish an Mutton.Ehhhh\n  Ova dehso mek mi tell unnu some'in...\n  Tru mi dey a foreign now a guy kill me cousin\n  An mi here sey TD deh dey but him sey he wasnt\n  Anytime mi fly down him a get bout dozen... Cause...\n\n  (Chorus: Baby Cham)\n  We get di ting dem\n  Dem outta luck now\n  Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now\n  We have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now\n  Rah... Rah.Rah... Rah\n\n  (Alicia Keys) (Baby Cham)\n  We got the kingdom so we have to make way\n  We take it from the bottom to the top baby\n  And now the whole community can live greatly\n  (Rah... Rah.Rah... 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(They won't let me out)\nI'm locked up (they won't let me out, no)\nGet me out of here (oh, they won't let me out)\nI'm locked up\n(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)\n\nBaby, I'm locked up (they won't let me out)\nWhere's my niggas on the block? (No, they won't let me out)\nTell them I'm locked up (they won't let me out)\nI'm locked up (they won't let me out)\nOh (they won't let me out)\nCan you please accept my phone calls? 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(They won't let me out)\n[02:45.41] I'm locked up (they won't let me out, no)\n[02:48.24] Get me out of here (oh, they won't let me out)\n[02:50.70] I'm locked up\n[02:51.74] (They won't let me out, they won't let me out)\n[02:55.62] Baby, I'm locked up (they won't let me out)\n[02:58.67] Where's my niggas on the block? (No, they won't let me out)\n[03:00.51] Tell them I'm locked up (they won't let me out)\n[03:03.83] I'm locked up (they won't let me out)\n[03:06.82] Oh (they won't let me out)\n[03:09.13] Can you please accept my phone calls? 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2","duration":354.142041,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bin gefangen und ich halts nicht aus\nDas Leben zieht an mir vorbei\nMein Kopf zerspringt, und ich balle die Faust\nKrieg die Krise und muss bald hier raus\nDas Böse wächst in meinem Hirn\nDer Frust in mir staut sich gewaltig auf\nEs ist kalt hier draußen\nIn meinem Block ist es grau und trist\nIch lebe dort, wo jeder Traum erlischt\nWo ein Augenblick einem wie die Ewigkeit erscheint\nWo Dunkelheit und Pein dein Muntersein vertreiben\nNur durch Gott kommen wir zu Frieden\nDie Luft riecht hier nach Trauer und Krisen\nGraue Mauern, die uns umschließen\nBlaue Kleidung, dunkle Zukunft, grüne Wächter\nIch suche Schutz, doch finde keine Zuflucht,\nHomie, dies ist alles andere als Leben\nDies ist Hölle auf Erden, das Feuer, das wir durchqueren\nBis die Tore sich öffnen, und ich in das Licht gehe\nUm wieder von vorne zu kämpfen!\n\nIm steady tryna find a motive,\nWhy do what i do?,\nFreedom aint gettin no closer,\nNo matter how far i go,\nMy car is stolen, no registration,\nCops patrolin, and now they done stop me,\nAnd i get locked up\n\nThey won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\nThey won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)\nThey won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\nThey won't let me out no, they won't let me out\n\nHeadin up town to ria,\nBack with a couple peeps,\nCaught a blocks on fire,\nUnder covers dressed as fiends,\nMakin so much money,\nRide up smooth and fast,\nPut away the stash,\nAnd as i sold the last bag fucked around and got locked up\n\nHier im Beton liegst du lebendig begraben\nDer Schmerz unser Nachbar, den wir ständig ertragen\nDer Drang auszubrechen, weil die Wände dich erdrücken, hier\nUnd du kannst spührn, wie dein Ende näher rückt zu dir\nHabe \"Hoffnung\" in mein Fleisch tätowiert\nUm sie nie zu vergessen, um meinen Weg nie zu verlieren\nEr fühlt sich an, als läge die ganze Welt auf mir\nIch kann es kaum erwarten, bis mein Tag kommt, Homie, ich will raus hier!\n\nThey won't let me out, they won't let me out,\n(Ohhh im locked up)\nThey won't let me out no, they wont let me out,\n(My nigga im locked up)\nThey won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\nThey won't let me out no, they won't let me out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Locked Up (remix)\n  artist: Akon\n  album: In My Ghetto, Volume 2\n  duration_ms: 354142\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Bin gefangen und ich halts nicht aus\n  Das Leben zieht an mir vorbei\n  Mein Kopf zerspringt, und ich balle die Faust\n  Krieg die Krise und muss bald hier raus\n  Das Böse wächst in meinem Hirn\n  Der Frust in mir staut sich gewaltig auf\n  Es ist kalt hier draußen\n  In meinem Block ist es grau und trist\n  Ich lebe dort, wo jeder Traum erlischt\n  Wo ein Augenblick einem wie die Ewigkeit erscheint\n  Wo Dunkelheit und Pein dein Muntersein vertreiben\n  Nur durch Gott kommen wir zu Frieden\n  Die Luft riecht hier nach Trauer und Krisen\n  Graue Mauern, die uns umschließen\n  Blaue Kleidung, dunkle Zukunft, grüne Wächter\n  Ich suche Schutz, doch finde keine Zuflucht,\n  Homie, dies ist alles andere als Leben\n  Dies ist Hölle auf Erden, das Feuer, das wir durchqueren\n  Bis die Tore sich öffnen, und ich in das Licht gehe\n  Um wieder von vorne zu kämpfen!\n\n  Im steady tryna find a motive,\n  Why do what i do?,\n  Freedom aint gettin no closer,\n  No matter how far i go,\n  My car is stolen, no registration,\n  Cops patrolin, and now they done stop me,\n  And i get locked up\n\n  They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\n  They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)\n  They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\n  They won't let me out no, they won't let me out\n\n  Headin up town to ria,\n  Back with a couple peeps,\n  Caught a blocks on fire,\n  Under covers dressed as fiends,\n  Makin so much money,\n  Ride up smooth and fast,\n  Put away the stash,\n  And as i sold the last bag fucked around and got locked up\n\n  Hier im Beton liegst du lebendig begraben\n  Der Schmerz unser Nachbar, den wir ständig ertragen\n  Der Drang auszubrechen, weil die Wände dich erdrücken, hier\n  Und du kannst spührn, wie dein Ende näher rückt zu dir\n  Habe \"Hoffnung\" in mein Fleisch tätowiert\n  Um sie nie zu vergessen, um meinen Weg nie zu verlieren\n  Er fühlt sich an, als läge die ganze Welt auf mir\n  Ich kann es kaum erwarten, bis mein Tag kommt, Homie, ich will raus hier!\n\n  They won't let me out, they won't let me out,\n  (Ohhh im locked up)\n  They won't let me out no, they wont let me out,\n  (My nigga im locked up)\n  They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\n  They won't let me out no, they won't let me out\n"},{"id":13564201,"name":"Locked Up (remix)","trackName":"Locked Up (remix)","artistName":"Akon","albumName":"In My Ghetto, Volume 2","duration":230.112,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bin gefangen und ich halts nicht aus\nDas Leben zieht an mir vorbei\nMein Kopf zerspringt, und ich balle die Faust\nKrieg die Krise und muss bald hier raus\nDas Böse wächst in meinem Hirn\nDer Frust in mir staut sich gewaltig auf\nEs ist kalt hier draußen\nIn meinem Block ist es grau und trist\nIch lebe dort, wo jeder Traum erlischt\nWo ein Augenblick einem wie die Ewigkeit erscheint\nWo Dunkelheit und Pein dein Muntersein vertreiben\nNur durch Gott kommen wir zu Frieden\nDie Luft riecht hier nach Trauer und Krisen\nGraue Mauern, die uns umschließen\nBlaue Kleidung, dunkle Zukunft, grüne Wächter\nIch suche Schutz, doch finde keine Zuflucht,\nHomie, dies ist alles andere als Leben\nDies ist Hölle auf Erden, das Feuer, das wir durchqueren\nBis die Tore sich öffnen, und ich in das Licht gehe\nUm wieder von vorne zu kämpfen!\n\nIm steady tryna find a motive,\nWhy do what i do?,\nFreedom aint gettin no closer,\nNo matter how far i go,\nMy car is stolen, no registration,\nCops patrolin, and now they done stop me,\nAnd i get locked up\n\nThey won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\nThey won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)\nThey won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\nThey won't let me out no, they won't let me out\n\nHeadin up town to ria,\nBack with a couple peeps,\nCaught a blocks on fire,\nUnder covers dressed as fiends,\nMakin so much money,\nRide up smooth and fast,\nPut away the stash,\nAnd as i sold the last bag fucked around and got locked up\n\nHier im Beton liegst du lebendig begraben\nDer Schmerz unser Nachbar, den wir ständig ertragen\nDer Drang auszubrechen, weil die Wände dich erdrücken, hier\nUnd du kannst spührn, wie dein Ende näher rückt zu dir\nHabe \"Hoffnung\" in mein Fleisch tätowiert\nUm sie nie zu vergessen, um meinen Weg nie zu verlieren\nEr fühlt sich an, als läge die ganze Welt auf mir\nIch kann es kaum erwarten, bis mein Tag kommt, Homie, ich will raus hier!\n\nThey won't let me out, they won't let me out,\n(ohhh im locked up)\nThey won't let me out no, they wont let me out,\n(my nigga im locked up)\nThey won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\nThey won't let me out no, they won't let me out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Locked Up (remix)\n  artist: Akon\n  album: In My Ghetto, Volume 2\n  duration_ms: 230112\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Bin gefangen und ich halts nicht aus\n  Das Leben zieht an mir vorbei\n  Mein Kopf zerspringt, und ich balle die Faust\n  Krieg die Krise und muss bald hier raus\n  Das Böse wächst in meinem Hirn\n  Der Frust in mir staut sich gewaltig auf\n  Es ist kalt hier draußen\n  In meinem Block ist es grau und trist\n  Ich lebe dort, wo jeder Traum erlischt\n  Wo ein Augenblick einem wie die Ewigkeit erscheint\n  Wo Dunkelheit und Pein dein Muntersein vertreiben\n  Nur durch Gott kommen wir zu Frieden\n  Die Luft riecht hier nach Trauer und Krisen\n  Graue Mauern, die uns umschließen\n  Blaue Kleidung, dunkle Zukunft, grüne Wächter\n  Ich suche Schutz, doch finde keine Zuflucht,\n  Homie, dies ist alles andere als Leben\n  Dies ist Hölle auf Erden, das Feuer, das wir durchqueren\n  Bis die Tore sich öffnen, und ich in das Licht gehe\n  Um wieder von vorne zu kämpfen!\n\n  Im steady tryna find a motive,\n  Why do what i do?,\n  Freedom aint gettin no closer,\n  No matter how far i go,\n  My car is stolen, no registration,\n  Cops patrolin, and now they done stop me,\n  And i get locked up\n\n  They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\n  They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)\n  They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\n  They won't let me out no, they won't let me out\n\n  Headin up town to ria,\n  Back with a couple peeps,\n  Caught a blocks on fire,\n  Under covers dressed as fiends,\n  Makin so much money,\n  Ride up smooth and fast,\n  Put away the stash,\n  And as i sold the last bag fucked around and got locked up\n\n  Hier im Beton liegst du lebendig begraben\n  Der Schmerz unser Nachbar, den wir ständig ertragen\n  Der Drang auszubrechen, weil die Wände dich erdrücken, hier\n  Und du kannst spührn, wie dein Ende näher rückt zu dir\n  Habe \"Hoffnung\" in mein Fleisch tätowiert\n  Um sie nie zu vergessen, um meinen Weg nie zu verlieren\n  Er fühlt sich an, als läge die ganze Welt auf mir\n  Ich kann es kaum erwarten, bis mein Tag kommt, Homie, ich will raus hier!\n\n  They won't let me out, they won't let me out,\n  (ohhh im locked up)\n  They won't let me out no, they wont let me out,\n  (my nigga im locked up)\n  They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\n  They won't let me out no, they won't let me out\n"},{"id":23855370,"name":"Locked Up Remix","trackName":"Locked Up Remix","artistName":"Akon","albumName":"In My Ghetto, Vol. 2","duration":354.142041,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bin gefangen und ich halts nicht aus\nDas Leben zieht an mir vorbei\nMein Kopf zerspringt, und ich balle die Faust\nKrieg die Krise und muss bald hier raus\nDas Böse wächst in meinem Hirn\nDer Frust in mir staut sich gewaltig auf\nEs ist kalt hier draußen\nIn meinem Block ist es grau und trist\nIch lebe dort, wo jeder Traum erlischt\nWo ein Augenblick einem wie die Ewigkeit erscheint\nWo Dunkelheit und Pein dein Muntersein vertreiben\nNur durch Gott kommen wir zu Frieden\nDie Luft riecht hier nach Trauer und Krisen\nGraue Mauern, die uns umschließen\nBlaue Kleidung, dunkle Zukunft, grüne Wächter\nIch suche Schutz, doch finde keine Zuflucht,\nHomie, dies ist alles andere als Leben\nDies ist Hölle auf Erden, das Feuer, das wir durchqueren\nBis die Tore sich öffnen, und ich in das Licht gehe\nUm wieder von vorne zu kämpfen!\n\nIm steady tryna find a motive,\nWhy do what i do?,\nFreedom aint gettin no closer,\nNo matter how far i go,\nMy car is stolen, no registration,\nCops patrolin, and now they done stop me,\nAnd i get locked up\n\nThey won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\nThey won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)\nThey won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\nThey won't let me out no, they won't let me out\n\nHeadin up town to ria,\nBack with a couple peeps,\nCaught a blocks on fire,\nUnder covers dressed as fiends,\nMakin so much money,\nRide up smooth and fast,\nPut away the stash,\nAnd as i sold the last bag fucked around and got locked up\n\nHier im Beton liegst du lebendig begraben\nDer Schmerz unser Nachbar, den wir ständig ertragen\nDer Drang auszubrechen, weil die Wände dich erdrücken, hier\nUnd du kannst spührn, wie dein Ende näher rückt zu dir\nHabe \"Hoffnung\" in mein Fleisch tätowiert\nUm sie nie zu vergessen, um meinen Weg nie zu verlieren\nEr fühlt sich an, als läge die ganze Welt auf mir\nIch kann es kaum erwarten, bis mein Tag kommt, Homie, ich will raus hier!\n\nThey won't let me out, they won't let me out,\n(Ohhh im locked up)\nThey won't let me out no, they wont let me out,\n(My nigga im locked up)\nThey won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\nThey won't let me out no, they won't let me out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Locked Up Remix\n  artist: Akon\n  album: In My Ghetto, Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 354142\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Bin gefangen und ich halts nicht aus\n  Das Leben zieht an mir vorbei\n  Mein Kopf zerspringt, und ich balle die Faust\n  Krieg die Krise und muss bald hier raus\n  Das Böse wächst in meinem Hirn\n  Der Frust in mir staut sich gewaltig auf\n  Es ist kalt hier draußen\n  In meinem Block ist es grau und trist\n  Ich lebe dort, wo jeder Traum erlischt\n  Wo ein Augenblick einem wie die Ewigkeit erscheint\n  Wo Dunkelheit und Pein dein Muntersein vertreiben\n  Nur durch Gott kommen wir zu Frieden\n  Die Luft riecht hier nach Trauer und Krisen\n  Graue Mauern, die uns umschließen\n  Blaue Kleidung, dunkle Zukunft, grüne Wächter\n  Ich suche Schutz, doch finde keine Zuflucht,\n  Homie, dies ist alles andere als Leben\n  Dies ist Hölle auf Erden, das Feuer, das wir durchqueren\n  Bis die Tore sich öffnen, und ich in das Licht gehe\n  Um wieder von vorne zu kämpfen!\n\n  Im steady tryna find a motive,\n  Why do what i do?,\n  Freedom aint gettin no closer,\n  No matter how far i go,\n  My car is stolen, no registration,\n  Cops patrolin, and now they done stop me,\n  And i get locked up\n\n  They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\n  They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)\n  They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\n  They won't let me out no, they won't let me out\n\n  Headin up town to ria,\n  Back with a couple peeps,\n  Caught a blocks on fire,\n  Under covers dressed as fiends,\n  Makin so much money,\n  Ride up smooth and fast,\n  Put away the stash,\n  And as i sold the last bag fucked around and got locked up\n\n  Hier im Beton liegst du lebendig begraben\n  Der Schmerz unser Nachbar, den wir ständig ertragen\n  Der Drang auszubrechen, weil die Wände dich erdrücken, hier\n  Und du kannst spührn, wie dein Ende näher rückt zu dir\n  Habe \"Hoffnung\" in mein Fleisch tätowiert\n  Um sie nie zu vergessen, um meinen Weg nie zu verlieren\n  Er fühlt sich an, als läge die ganze Welt auf mir\n  Ich kann es kaum erwarten, bis mein Tag kommt, Homie, ich will raus hier!\n\n  They won't let me out, they won't let me out,\n  (Ohhh im locked up)\n  They won't let me out no, they wont let me out,\n  (My nigga im locked up)\n  They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)\n  They won't let me out no, they won't let me out\n"}]