[{"id":6300895,"name":"Analyze This","trackName":"Analyze This","artistName":"Beenie Man","albumName":"Art And Life","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I won't burn unless your there)\nYea, I need you, I need you to hate\nSo I can use it for your energy\nYou know, its very sh_t, feel this!\n\nAmerica's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me\nBlack Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle\nI take spit over raymo sh_t, I'ma fan\nGot through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle\nThe women on my life bring confusion sh_t\nSO like Nino when we new jack, I'll have to cancel that b_tch\nLook at me, this is the life I chose\nNiggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up\nYo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman\nI take that coke leaf and make that snow\nSit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door\nO after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin'\nNiggaz be schemin', I'm fiend to live a good life\nThe fiends just fiendin'\nConceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see\nThe penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\n\nI want the finer things that's in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things that's in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\n\nYea, I don't know sh_t about gymnastics I somersault bricks\nBlack thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip\nI cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't f_ck with me\nMan my cold days, they called me chef boyarfitty\nCheck my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed sh_t\nSend me two seeds hot grown with they need\nThem ain't cheap pet plants in the crib that's chronic\nAnd I'm sellin' them 500 a pop god damn it\nI sold everythin' I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\nStep on grapes put in water and tell you its wine\nIf you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and\nWhat goes in my mind, its contagious\nHypnotic, it sounds melodic\nIf the rap was the block or spider, I'll be potent product\nNow get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\nAnd you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin' money man\n\nIts a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision\nMossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin' and drama means nothin'\nIt's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin' lanes\nIn the jewels with your chains\nI upgrade from 30 B's to clean V's\nRocks that I copped proceeds from the spot\nI got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline\nPlayed it perf' and get nauseous, watchin' the spinner spin\nI'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state\nNow I can invite yo ass out to my estate\nThem holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape\nPour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake\nI'm like the East coast number one playboy B\nHugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got sh_t on me\nThe feds watch me, icy they can't stop me\nRacist, pointin' at me look at the niggaracci\nHello!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Analyze This\n  artist: Beenie Man\n  album: Art And Life\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (I won't burn unless your there)\n  Yea, I need you, I need you to hate\n  So I can use it for your energy\n  You know, its very sh_t, feel this!\n\n  America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me\n  Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle\n  I take spit over raymo sh_t, I'ma fan\n  Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle\n  The women on my life bring confusion sh_t\n  SO like Nino when we new jack, I'll have to cancel that b_tch\n  Look at me, this is the life I chose\n  Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up\n  Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman\n  I take that coke leaf and make that snow\n  Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door\n  O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin'\n  Niggaz be schemin', I'm fiend to live a good life\n  The fiends just fiendin'\n  Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see\n  The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\n\n  I want the finer things that's in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things that's in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n\n  Yea, I don't know sh_t about gymnastics I somersault bricks\n  Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip\n  I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't f_ck with me\n  Man my cold days, they called me chef boyarfitty\n  Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed sh_t\n  Send me two seeds hot grown with they need\n  Them ain't cheap pet plants in the crib that's chronic\n  And I'm sellin' them 500 a pop god damn it\n  I sold everythin' I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\n  Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine\n  If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and\n  What goes in my mind, its contagious\n  Hypnotic, it sounds melodic\n  If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be potent product\n  Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\n  And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin' money man\n\n  Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision\n  Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin' and drama means nothin'\n  It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin' lanes\n  In the jewels with your chains\n  I upgrade from 30 B's to clean V's\n  Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot\n  I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline\n  Played it perf' and get nauseous, watchin' the spinner spin\n  I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state\n  Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate\n  Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape\n  Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake\n  I'm like the East coast number one playboy B\n  Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got sh_t on me\n  The feds watch me, icy they can't stop me\n  Racist, pointin' at me look at the niggaracci\n  Hello!\n"}]