[{"id":14379428,"name":"Somethin Serious","trackName":"Somethin Serious","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":227.264083,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Push, push, push, push...\nHere it comes...\nIt's - it's a girl\n\n{Big Mike:}\n1971 a young girl gave birth\nOnly a child, bringin another child on this earth\nOnly 15 years of age\nBut comin from the ghetto, it won't make the front page\nSee, that's the way shit go\nAnd to the government she ain't nothin but another hoe\nThinkin all she want is food stamps\nGive her a check and let her hang with the school tramps\nAnd mama's gettin mad\nCause now she gotta watch her little girl grow up fast\nStraight ghetto life, straight ghetto drama\nWanted a baby doll, now she's somebody's mama\nAnd life is so confusin to her\nAskin herself why is this happenin to her\nSo now she gotta choose\nBetween a box of Pampers and a pair of new tennis shoes\nNever had to make that choice before\nNever heard a baby's voice before\nAnd the daddy ain't nowhere to be found\nToo busy bein a hoe around town\nHe just fall into another statistic\nClaimin black men don't do shit\nBut that's the way it is\nAnd little do they know daddy also sheds tears\nCause he don't know what to do\nBe a father to his child, or run with a crew\nYou might say: easy choice, be a father\nBut why should he do it when his father didn't bother?\nJust another sample, I guess\nOf black men settin bad examples\nThinkin deep about the whole thing\nTakes his last bit of money and goes to buy a gold ring\nAnd askes her to marry her\nPromise to get a job, so he can carry her\nThinkin that's the way to do it\nBut little do they know that there's much more to it\nCos marriage is demandin\nIt takes lots of patience and understandin\nBut they go and tie the knot anyway\nAnd they'll be gettin their own crib anyday\nThe first couple of months were alright\nA new crib, adaptin to a new life\nBut then came the arguments\nAnd the constant fightin got em thrown out their appartment\nSo now they gotta move in with her moms\nAnd that just adds to the muthafuckin problems\nCause now he's feelin like he failed\nAnd while they asleep he grabs his shit and bails\nSmooth out the do', black\nAnd never takes another look back\nNow grandma's house is an unhappy home\nNow that daddy's gone\n\n{Scarface:}\nDaddy broke before I stepped in this muthafucka\nAnd left the job to be done by my mother's mother\nRaised up by grandmother???\nCause my mark-ass daddy never came around for guidance\nSo now I'm forced to stand up on my own two\nCause mommy dear had to work three jobs, duke\nHe didn't even want my friendship\nI guess the mark-ass nigga wasn't down to begin with\nToo lit to come around with his drunk ass\nAnd beatin up my mom with his punk ass\nAnd shit got dread\nI guess I shouldn't talk so bad about my dad\nSo here it is, brothers\nIf you gon' have babies, you need to father them muthafuckas\nCause if you don't in due time\nYour kids'll speak about daddy exactly like I do mine\nSo do yourself a favor\nTake your kids to the park, buy em shit, and they'll pay you later\nBut payin's not the issue\nIf you'd die right now your little kids wouldn't even miss you\nSo put away your caddy\nCall your bitch up and tell her to make room for daddy\nCause if you don't you'll be alone\nAnd the only thing they'll say about daddy, is daddy is gone","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] Yeah (serious)\n[00:04.35] For the niggas in '94\n[00:05.20] Who tried to doubt the flow\n[00:07.16] I'ma let y'all fools know (serious)\n[00:09.70] It don't stop, until I put my bank on fat\n[00:12.09] Me go broke? Nigga, how could you picture that?\n[00:14.66] It's no joke, this ain't no fly-by-night thing\n[00:16.88] Just another hype thing\n[00:18.07] Coming from Big Mike, man\n[00:19.62] Look, the B to the I to the G\n[00:21.02] To the M to the I to the K to the E\n[00:22.27] Will stutter-step all over your ass\n[00:23.76] If you let me, sweat me\n[00:25.34] Never will you niggas come close\n[00:26.96] The motherfucking house, so won't you get ghost, nigga\n[00:30.01] Like that, push, you're gone\n[00:32.06] Oh, I thought you knew it was on\n[00:34.48] The P-E-T-E-R-M-A-N\n[00:36.77] Is fucking up the scenery, so run and tell a friend\n[00:39.25] Once again, never blend, but I roll through your set\n[00:41.73] Got that heat for yo' ass, A-Dog left your homeboy wet\n[00:44.64] Dripping sweat from my cold-ass black skin\n[00:46.70] Putting motherfuckers on they back just for asking\n[00:49.28] Who is Big Mike? Who is Peterman?\n[00:51.64] Still that gangsta-ass nigga nobody can understand\n[00:54.59] Fool, I'm something serious too (serious)\n[00:59.13] (You know you something so serious) step away\n[01:04.38] (You gotta be something so serious)\n[01:09.01] (You know you something so serious)\n[01:12.96] I consider myself a joint and everybody wanna take a hit\n[01:15.75] Vic, another hit 'til I got a lit\n[01:18.96] Reclining on the couch blowing smoke out the nose and mouth\n[01:21.82] And like a rose, that simply fades out\n[01:23.75] Leaving 'em fiending, not believing what they seeing\n[01:25.83] They be asking, \"Is this nigga real or am I fucking dreaming? Huh\"\n[01:28.72] But you ain't dreaming, you fucking with that potent, Killer, nigga\n[01:31.74] So take it like when you be toting\n[01:33.10] Ain't no choking, 'cause every time you hit me, I'm smooth\n[01:35.60] Feeling cool, got yo ass in that gangsta mood\n[01:37.91] Like you rewind, step back through time\n[01:40.72] Feeling like a pimp and now you wanna keep your bitches in line\n[01:43.53] Got your ass feeling wonderful\n[01:45.09] You really take your rag, grabbing a zag, then you rolling up another one, fool\n[01:48.38] 'Cause I'm serving that shit that's making you niggas aggravated\n[01:51.57] Something serious, I know you hate it, huh\n[01:53.65] (You gotta be something so serious) yeah, like that\n[01:58.10] (You know you something so serious) fool\n[02:03.03] (You gotta be something so serious) so serious\n[02:07.94] (You know you something so serious) yeah\n[02:11.76] It's a motherfucking murder when you heard of a nigga like me\n[02:14.70] On a flowing spree, fucking up son of a bitches majorly\n[02:17.78] Get the spoon ready 'cause mama got the soup on\n[02:19.90] I'm shopping for bodies and I ain't even got a coupon\n[02:22.59] It's the Peterman, niggas'll never understand\n[02:25.06] I was born with this mic attached to my fucking hand\n[02:27.54] So that means I was a MC since birth\n[02:30.09] Blessed to take over the Southwest\n[02:32.59] I got my hand on the trigger and ready to pull it\n[02:34.63] Any son of a bitch who crossing me bites the bullet\n[02:37.00] My opposition is small, my niggas are fit\n[02:39.16] I'm known for putting out hits on these motherfucking tricks\n[02:41.99] So run and get your motherfucking crew, before I hurt ya\n[02:44.47] 'Cause, like I said before, this is a motherfucking murder\n[02:46.99] And I'ma keep on murdering, yes, I keep on murdering\n[02:49.34] Lick shot, lick shot, until I hit your blood clot\n[02:52.20] Yeah, 'cause you're dealing with something serious\n[02:54.71] So run and get your crew while you're hearing this, fool\n[02:57.69] Yeah, make a move, huh\n[02:59.81] And watch this motherfucker show and prove\n[03:02.12] (You gotta be something so serious)\n[03:06.80] (You know you something so serious) that's kinda freaky, yeah\n[03:10.43] I'm something serious\n[03:11.75] (You gotta be something so serious) yeah\n[03:16.60] (You know you something so serious) what's up South-side\n[03:21.42] (You gotta be something so serious)\n[03:26.32] (You know you something so serious)\n[03:31.55] (You gotta be something so serious)\n[03:36.42] (You know you something so serious)\n[03:41.16] (You gotta be something so serious)\n[03:45.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Somethin Serious\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 227264\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah (serious)\n start_ms: 2060\n end_ms: 4350\n- text: For the niggas in '94\n start_ms: 4350\n end_ms: 5200\n- text: Who tried to doubt the flow\n start_ms: 5200\n end_ms: 7160\n- text: I'ma let y'all fools know (serious)\n start_ms: 7160\n end_ms: 9700\n- text: It don't stop, until I put my bank on fat\n start_ms: 9700\n end_ms: 12090\n- text: Me go broke? Nigga, how could you picture that?\n start_ms: 12090\n end_ms: 14660\n- text: It's no joke, this ain't no fly-by-night thing\n start_ms: 14660\n end_ms: 16880\n- text: Just another hype thing\n start_ms: 16880\n end_ms: 18070\n- text: Coming from Big Mike, man\n start_ms: 18070\n end_ms: 19620\n- text: Look, the B to the I to the G\n start_ms: 19620\n end_ms: 21020\n- text: To the M to the I to the K to the E\n start_ms: 21020\n end_ms: 22270\n- text: Will stutter-step all over your ass\n start_ms: 22270\n end_ms: 23760\n- text: If you let me, sweat me\n start_ms: 23760\n end_ms: 25340\n- text: Never will you niggas come close\n start_ms: 25340\n end_ms: 26960\n- text: The motherfucking house, so won't you get ghost, nigga\n start_ms: 26960\n end_ms: 30010\n- text: Like that, push, you're gone\n start_ms: 30010\n end_ms: 32060\n- text: Oh, I thought you knew it was on\n start_ms: 32060\n end_ms: 34480\n- text: The P-E-T-E-R-M-A-N\n start_ms: 34480\n end_ms: 36770\n- text: Is fucking up the scenery, so run and tell a friend\n start_ms: 36770\n end_ms: 39250\n- text: Once again, never blend, but I roll through your set\n start_ms: 39250\n end_ms: 41730\n- text: Got that heat for yo' ass, A-Dog left your homeboy wet\n start_ms: 41730\n end_ms: 44640\n- text: Dripping sweat from my cold-ass black skin\n start_ms: 44640\n end_ms: 46700\n- text: Putting motherfuckers on they back just for asking\n start_ms: 46700\n end_ms: 49280\n- text: Who is Big Mike? Who is Peterman?\n start_ms: 49280\n end_ms: 51640\n- text: Still that gangsta-ass nigga nobody can understand\n start_ms: 51640\n end_ms: 54590\n- text: Fool, I'm something serious too (serious)\n start_ms: 54590\n end_ms: 59130\n- text: (You know you something so serious) step away\n start_ms: 59130\n end_ms: 64380\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious)\n start_ms: 64380\n end_ms: 69010\n- text: (You know you something so serious)\n start_ms: 69010\n end_ms: 72960\n- text: I consider myself a joint and everybody wanna take a hit\n start_ms: 72960\n end_ms: 75750\n- text: Vic, another hit 'til I got a lit\n start_ms: 75750\n end_ms: 78960\n- text: Reclining on the couch blowing smoke out the nose and mouth\n start_ms: 78960\n end_ms: 81820\n- text: And like a rose, that simply fades out\n start_ms: 81820\n end_ms: 83750\n- text: Leaving 'em fiending, not believing what they seeing\n start_ms: 83750\n end_ms: 85830\n- text: They be asking, \"Is this nigga real or am I fucking dreaming? Huh\"\n start_ms: 85830\n end_ms: 88720\n- text: But you ain't dreaming, you fucking with that potent, Killer, nigga\n start_ms: 88720\n end_ms: 91740\n- text: So take it like when you be toting\n start_ms: 91740\n end_ms: 93100\n- text: Ain't no choking, 'cause every time you hit me, I'm smooth\n start_ms: 93100\n end_ms: 95600\n- text: Feeling cool, got yo ass in that gangsta mood\n start_ms: 95600\n end_ms: 97910\n- text: Like you rewind, step back through time\n start_ms: 97910\n end_ms: 100720\n- text: Feeling like a pimp and now you wanna keep your bitches in line\n start_ms: 100720\n end_ms: 103530\n- text: Got your ass feeling wonderful\n start_ms: 103530\n end_ms: 105090\n- text: You really take your rag, grabbing a zag, then you rolling up another one, fool\n start_ms: 105090\n end_ms: 108380\n- text: '''Cause I''m serving that shit that''s making you niggas aggravated'\n start_ms: 108380\n end_ms: 111570\n- text: Something serious, I know you hate it, huh\n start_ms: 111570\n end_ms: 113650\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious) yeah, like that\n start_ms: 113650\n end_ms: 118100\n- text: (You know you something so serious) fool\n start_ms: 118100\n end_ms: 123030\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious) so serious\n start_ms: 123030\n end_ms: 127940\n- text: (You know you something so serious) yeah\n start_ms: 127940\n end_ms: 131760\n- text: It's a motherfucking murder when you heard of a nigga like me\n start_ms: 131760\n end_ms: 134700\n- text: On a flowing spree, fucking up son of a bitches majorly\n start_ms: 134700\n end_ms: 137780\n- text: Get the spoon ready 'cause mama got the soup on\n start_ms: 137780\n end_ms: 139900\n- text: I'm shopping for bodies and I ain't even got a coupon\n start_ms: 139900\n end_ms: 142590\n- text: It's the Peterman, niggas'll never understand\n start_ms: 142590\n end_ms: 145060\n- text: I was born with this mic attached to my fucking hand\n start_ms: 145060\n end_ms: 147540\n- text: So that means I was a MC since birth\n start_ms: 147540\n end_ms: 150090\n- text: Blessed to take over the Southwest\n start_ms: 150090\n end_ms: 152590\n- text: I got my hand on the trigger and ready to pull it\n start_ms: 152590\n end_ms: 154630\n- text: Any son of a bitch who crossing me bites the bullet\n start_ms: 154630\n end_ms: 157000\n- text: My opposition is small, my niggas are fit\n start_ms: 157000\n end_ms: 159160\n- text: I'm known for putting out hits on these motherfucking tricks\n start_ms: 159160\n end_ms: 161990\n- text: So run and get your motherfucking crew, before I hurt ya\n start_ms: 161990\n end_ms: 164470\n- text: '''Cause, like I said before, this is a motherfucking murder'\n start_ms: 164470\n end_ms: 166990\n- text: And I'ma keep on murdering, yes, I keep on murdering\n start_ms: 166990\n end_ms: 169340\n- text: Lick shot, lick shot, until I hit your blood clot\n start_ms: 169340\n end_ms: 172200\n- text: Yeah, 'cause you're dealing with something serious\n start_ms: 172200\n end_ms: 174710\n- text: So run and get your crew while you're hearing this, fool\n start_ms: 174710\n end_ms: 177690\n- text: Yeah, make a move, huh\n start_ms: 177690\n end_ms: 179810\n- text: And watch this motherfucker show and prove\n start_ms: 179810\n end_ms: 182120\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious)\n start_ms: 182120\n end_ms: 186800\n- text: (You know you something so serious) that's kinda freaky, yeah\n start_ms: 186800\n end_ms: 190430\n- text: I'm something serious\n start_ms: 190430\n end_ms: 191750\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious) yeah\n start_ms: 191750\n end_ms: 196600\n- text: (You know you something so serious) what's up South-side\n start_ms: 196600\n end_ms: 201420\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious)\n start_ms: 201420\n end_ms: 206320\n- text: (You know you something so serious)\n start_ms: 206320\n end_ms: 211550\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious)\n start_ms: 211550\n end_ms: 216420\n- text: (You know you something so serious)\n start_ms: 216420\n end_ms: 221160\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious)\n start_ms: 221160\n end_ms: 225600\nplain: |-\n Push, push, push, push...\n Here it comes...\n It's - it's a girl\n\n {Big Mike:}\n 1971 a young girl gave birth\n Only a child, bringin another child on this earth\n Only 15 years of age\n But comin from the ghetto, it won't make the front page\n See, that's the way shit go\n And to the government she ain't nothin but another hoe\n Thinkin all she want is food stamps\n Give her a check and let her hang with the school tramps\n And mama's gettin mad\n Cause now she gotta watch her little girl grow up fast\n Straight ghetto life, straight ghetto drama\n Wanted a baby doll, now she's somebody's mama\n And life is so confusin to her\n Askin herself why is this happenin to her\n So now she gotta choose\n Between a box of Pampers and a pair of new tennis shoes\n Never had to make that choice before\n Never heard a baby's voice before\n And the daddy ain't nowhere to be found\n Too busy bein a hoe around town\n He just fall into another statistic\n Claimin black men don't do shit\n But that's the way it is\n And little do they know daddy also sheds tears\n Cause he don't know what to do\n Be a father to his child, or run with a crew\n You might say: easy choice, be a father\n But why should he do it when his father didn't bother?\n Just another sample, I guess\n Of black men settin bad examples\n Thinkin deep about the whole thing\n Takes his last bit of money and goes to buy a gold ring\n And askes her to marry her\n Promise to get a job, so he can carry her\n Thinkin that's the way to do it\n But little do they know that there's much more to it\n Cos marriage is demandin\n It takes lots of patience and understandin\n But they go and tie the knot anyway\n And they'll be gettin their own crib anyday\n The first couple of months were alright\n A new crib, adaptin to a new life\n But then came the arguments\n And the constant fightin got em thrown out their appartment\n So now they gotta move in with her moms\n And that just adds to the muthafuckin problems\n Cause now he's feelin like he failed\n And while they asleep he grabs his shit and bails\n Smooth out the do', black\n And never takes another look back\n Now grandma's house is an unhappy home\n Now that daddy's gone\n\n {Scarface:}\n Daddy broke before I stepped in this muthafucka\n And left the job to be done by my mother's mother\n Raised up by grandmother???\n Cause my mark-ass daddy never came around for guidance\n So now I'm forced to stand up on my own two\n Cause mommy dear had to work three jobs, duke\n He didn't even want my friendship\n I guess the mark-ass nigga wasn't down to begin with\n Too lit to come around with his drunk ass\n And beatin up my mom with his punk ass\n And shit got dread\n I guess I shouldn't talk so bad about my dad\n So here it is, brothers\n If you gon' have babies, you need to father them muthafuckas\n Cause if you don't in due time\n Your kids'll speak about daddy exactly like I do mine\n So do yourself a favor\n Take your kids to the park, buy em shit, and they'll pay you later\n But payin's not the issue\n If you'd die right now your little kids wouldn't even miss you\n So put away your caddy\n Call your bitch up and tell her to make room for daddy\n Cause if you don't you'll be alone\n And the only thing they'll say about daddy, is daddy is gone\n"},{"id":10218089,"name":"Somethin Serious","trackName":"Somethin Serious","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Push, push, push, push...\nHere it comes...\nIt's - it's a girl\n\n{Big Mike:}\n1971 a young girl gave birth\nOnly a child, bringin another child on this earth\nOnly 15 years of age\nBut comin from the ghetto, it won't make the front page\nSee, that's the way shit go\nAnd to the government she ain't nothin but another hoe\nThinkin all she want is food stamps\nGive her a check and let her hang with the school tramps\nAnd mama's gettin mad\nCause now she gotta watch her little girl grow up fast\nStraight ghetto life, straight ghetto drama\nWanted a baby doll, now she's somebody's mama\nAnd life is so confusin to her\nAskin herself why is this happenin to her\nSo now she gotta choose\nBetween a box of Pampers and a pair of new tennis shoes\nNever had to make that choice before\nNever heard a baby's voice before\nAnd the daddy ain't nowhere to be found\nToo busy bein a hoe around town\nHe just fall into another statistic\nClaimin black men don't do shit\nBut that's the way it is\nAnd little do they know daddy also sheds tears\nCause he don't know what to do\nBe a father to his child, or run with a crew\nYou might say: easy choice, be a father\nBut why should he do it when his father didn't bother?\nJust another sample, I guess\nOf black men settin bad examples\nThinkin deep about the whole thing\nTakes his last bit of money and goes to buy a gold ring\nAnd askes her to marry her\nPromise to get a job, so he can carry her\nThinkin that's the way to do it\nBut little do they know that there's much more to it\nCos marriage is demandin\nIt takes lots of patience and understandin\nBut they go and tie the knot anyway\nAnd they'll be gettin their own crib anyday\nThe first couple of months were alright\nA new crib, adaptin to a new life\nBut then came the arguments\nAnd the constant fightin got em thrown out their appartment\nSo now they gotta move in with her moms\nAnd that just adds to the muthafuckin problems\nCause now he's feelin like he failed\nAnd while they asleep he grabs his shit and bails\nSmooth out the do', black\nAnd never takes another look back\nNow grandma's house is an unhappy home\nNow that daddy's gone\n\n{Scarface:}\nDaddy broke before I stepped in this muthafucka\nAnd left the job to be done by my mother's mother\nRaised up by grandmother???\nCause my mark-ass daddy never came around for guidance\nSo now I'm forced to stand up on my own two\nCause mommy dear had to work three jobs, duke\nHe didn't even want my friendship\nI guess the mark-ass nigga wasn't down to begin with\nToo lit to come around with his drunk ass\nAnd beatin up my mom with his punk ass\nAnd shit got dread\nI guess I shouldn't talk so bad about my dad\nSo here it is, brothers\nIf you gon' have babies, you need to father them muthafuckas\nCause if you don't in due time\nYour kids'll speak about daddy exactly like I do mine\nSo do yourself a favor\nTake your kids to the park, buy em shit, and they'll pay you later\nBut payin's not the issue\nIf you'd die right now your little kids wouldn't even miss you\nSo put away your caddy\nCall your bitch up and tell her to make room for daddy\nCause if you don't you'll be alone\nAnd the only thing they'll say about daddy, is daddy is gone","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] Yeah (serious)\n[00:04.35] For the niggas in '94\n[00:05.20] Who tried to doubt the flow\n[00:07.16] I'ma let y'all fools know (serious)\n[00:09.70] It don't stop, until I put my bank on fat\n[00:12.09] Me go broke? Nigga, how could you picture that?\n[00:14.66] It's no joke, this ain't no fly-by-night thing\n[00:16.88] Just another hype thing\n[00:18.07] Coming from Big Mike, man\n[00:19.62] Look, the B to the I to the G\n[00:21.02] To the M to the I to the K to the E\n[00:22.27] Will stutter-step all over your ass\n[00:23.76] If you let me, sweat me\n[00:25.34] Never will you niggas come close\n[00:26.96] The motherfucking house, so won't you get ghost, nigga\n[00:30.01] Like that, push, you're gone\n[00:32.06] Oh, I thought you knew it was on\n[00:34.48] The P-E-T-E-R-M-A-N\n[00:36.77] Is fucking up the scenery, so run and tell a friend\n[00:39.25] Once again, never blend, but I roll through your set\n[00:41.73] Got that heat for yo' ass, A-Dog left your homeboy wet\n[00:44.64] Dripping sweat from my cold-ass black skin\n[00:46.70] Putting motherfuckers on they back just for asking\n[00:49.28] Who is Big Mike? Who is Peterman?\n[00:51.64] Still that gangsta-ass nigga nobody can understand\n[00:54.59] Fool, I'm something serious too (serious)\n[00:59.13] (You know you something so serious) step away\n[01:04.38] (You gotta be something so serious)\n[01:09.01] (You know you something so serious)\n[01:12.96] I consider myself a joint and everybody wanna take a hit\n[01:15.75] Vic, another hit 'til I got a lit\n[01:18.96] Reclining on the couch blowing smoke out the nose and mouth\n[01:21.82] And like a rose, that simply fades out\n[01:23.75] Leaving 'em fiending, not believing what they seeing\n[01:25.83] They be asking, \"Is this nigga real or am I fucking dreaming? Huh\"\n[01:28.72] But you ain't dreaming, you fucking with that potent, Killer, nigga\n[01:31.74] So take it like when you be toting\n[01:33.10] Ain't no choking, 'cause every time you hit me, I'm smooth\n[01:35.60] Feeling cool, got yo ass in that gangsta mood\n[01:37.91] Like you rewind, step back through time\n[01:40.72] Feeling like a pimp and now you wanna keep your bitches in line\n[01:43.53] Got your ass feeling wonderful\n[01:45.09] You really take your rag, grabbing a zag, then you rolling up another one, fool\n[01:48.38] 'Cause I'm serving that shit that's making you niggas aggravated\n[01:51.57] Something serious, I know you hate it, huh\n[01:53.65] (You gotta be something so serious) yeah, like that\n[01:58.10] (You know you something so serious) fool\n[02:03.03] (You gotta be something so serious) so serious\n[02:07.94] (You know you something so serious) yeah\n[02:11.76] It's a motherfucking murder when you heard of a nigga like me\n[02:14.70] On a flowing spree, fucking up son of a bitches majorly\n[02:17.78] Get the spoon ready 'cause mama got the soup on\n[02:19.90] I'm shopping for bodies and I ain't even got a coupon\n[02:22.59] It's the Peterman, niggas'll never understand\n[02:25.06] I was born with this mic attached to my fucking hand\n[02:27.54] So that means I was a MC since birth\n[02:30.09] Blessed to take over the Southwest\n[02:32.59] I got my hand on the trigger and ready to pull it\n[02:34.63] Any son of a bitch who crossing me bites the bullet\n[02:37.00] My opposition is small, my niggas are fit\n[02:39.16] I'm known for putting out hits on these motherfucking tricks\n[02:41.99] So run and get your motherfucking crew, before I hurt ya\n[02:44.47] 'Cause, like I said before, this is a motherfucking murder\n[02:46.99] And I'ma keep on murdering, yes, I keep on murdering\n[02:49.34] Lick shot, lick shot, until I hit your blood clot\n[02:52.20] Yeah, 'cause you're dealing with something serious\n[02:54.71] So run and get your crew while you're hearing this, fool\n[02:57.69] Yeah, make a move, huh\n[02:59.81] And watch this motherfucker show and prove\n[03:02.12] (You gotta be something so serious)\n[03:06.80] (You know you something so serious) that's kinda freaky, yeah\n[03:10.43] I'm something serious\n[03:11.75] (You gotta be something so serious) yeah\n[03:16.60] (You know you something so serious) what's up South-side\n[03:21.42] (You gotta be something so serious)\n[03:26.32] (You know you something so serious)\n[03:31.55] (You gotta be something so serious)\n[03:36.42] (You know you something so serious)\n[03:41.16] (You gotta be something so serious)\n[03:45.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Somethin Serious\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 225000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah (serious)\n start_ms: 2060\n end_ms: 4350\n- text: For the niggas in '94\n start_ms: 4350\n end_ms: 5200\n- text: Who tried to doubt the flow\n start_ms: 5200\n end_ms: 7160\n- text: I'ma let y'all fools know (serious)\n start_ms: 7160\n end_ms: 9700\n- text: It don't stop, until I put my bank on fat\n start_ms: 9700\n end_ms: 12090\n- text: Me go broke? Nigga, how could you picture that?\n start_ms: 12090\n end_ms: 14660\n- text: It's no joke, this ain't no fly-by-night thing\n start_ms: 14660\n end_ms: 16880\n- text: Just another hype thing\n start_ms: 16880\n end_ms: 18070\n- text: Coming from Big Mike, man\n start_ms: 18070\n end_ms: 19620\n- text: Look, the B to the I to the G\n start_ms: 19620\n end_ms: 21020\n- text: To the M to the I to the K to the E\n start_ms: 21020\n end_ms: 22270\n- text: Will stutter-step all over your ass\n start_ms: 22270\n end_ms: 23760\n- text: If you let me, sweat me\n start_ms: 23760\n end_ms: 25340\n- text: Never will you niggas come close\n start_ms: 25340\n end_ms: 26960\n- text: The motherfucking house, so won't you get ghost, nigga\n start_ms: 26960\n end_ms: 30010\n- text: Like that, push, you're gone\n start_ms: 30010\n end_ms: 32060\n- text: Oh, I thought you knew it was on\n start_ms: 32060\n end_ms: 34480\n- text: The P-E-T-E-R-M-A-N\n start_ms: 34480\n end_ms: 36770\n- text: Is fucking up the scenery, so run and tell a friend\n start_ms: 36770\n end_ms: 39250\n- text: Once again, never blend, but I roll through your set\n start_ms: 39250\n end_ms: 41730\n- text: Got that heat for yo' ass, A-Dog left your homeboy wet\n start_ms: 41730\n end_ms: 44640\n- text: Dripping sweat from my cold-ass black skin\n start_ms: 44640\n end_ms: 46700\n- text: Putting motherfuckers on they back just for asking\n start_ms: 46700\n end_ms: 49280\n- text: Who is Big Mike? Who is Peterman?\n start_ms: 49280\n end_ms: 51640\n- text: Still that gangsta-ass nigga nobody can understand\n start_ms: 51640\n end_ms: 54590\n- text: Fool, I'm something serious too (serious)\n start_ms: 54590\n end_ms: 59130\n- text: (You know you something so serious) step away\n start_ms: 59130\n end_ms: 64380\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious)\n start_ms: 64380\n end_ms: 69010\n- text: (You know you something so serious)\n start_ms: 69010\n end_ms: 72960\n- text: I consider myself a joint and everybody wanna take a hit\n start_ms: 72960\n end_ms: 75750\n- text: Vic, another hit 'til I got a lit\n start_ms: 75750\n end_ms: 78960\n- text: Reclining on the couch blowing smoke out the nose and mouth\n start_ms: 78960\n end_ms: 81820\n- text: And like a rose, that simply fades out\n start_ms: 81820\n end_ms: 83750\n- text: Leaving 'em fiending, not believing what they seeing\n start_ms: 83750\n end_ms: 85830\n- text: They be asking, \"Is this nigga real or am I fucking dreaming? Huh\"\n start_ms: 85830\n end_ms: 88720\n- text: But you ain't dreaming, you fucking with that potent, Killer, nigga\n start_ms: 88720\n end_ms: 91740\n- text: So take it like when you be toting\n start_ms: 91740\n end_ms: 93100\n- text: Ain't no choking, 'cause every time you hit me, I'm smooth\n start_ms: 93100\n end_ms: 95600\n- text: Feeling cool, got yo ass in that gangsta mood\n start_ms: 95600\n end_ms: 97910\n- text: Like you rewind, step back through time\n start_ms: 97910\n end_ms: 100720\n- text: Feeling like a pimp and now you wanna keep your bitches in line\n start_ms: 100720\n end_ms: 103530\n- text: Got your ass feeling wonderful\n start_ms: 103530\n end_ms: 105090\n- text: You really take your rag, grabbing a zag, then you rolling up another one, fool\n start_ms: 105090\n end_ms: 108380\n- text: '''Cause I''m serving that shit that''s making you niggas aggravated'\n start_ms: 108380\n end_ms: 111570\n- text: Something serious, I know you hate it, huh\n start_ms: 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172200\n end_ms: 174710\n- text: So run and get your crew while you're hearing this, fool\n start_ms: 174710\n end_ms: 177690\n- text: Yeah, make a move, huh\n start_ms: 177690\n end_ms: 179810\n- text: And watch this motherfucker show and prove\n start_ms: 179810\n end_ms: 182120\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious)\n start_ms: 182120\n end_ms: 186800\n- text: (You know you something so serious) that's kinda freaky, yeah\n start_ms: 186800\n end_ms: 190430\n- text: I'm something serious\n start_ms: 190430\n end_ms: 191750\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious) yeah\n start_ms: 191750\n end_ms: 196600\n- text: (You know you something so serious) what's up South-side\n start_ms: 196600\n end_ms: 201420\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious)\n start_ms: 201420\n end_ms: 206320\n- text: (You know you something so serious)\n start_ms: 206320\n end_ms: 211550\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious)\n start_ms: 211550\n end_ms: 216420\n- text: (You know you something so serious)\n start_ms: 216420\n end_ms: 221160\n- text: (You gotta be something so serious)\n start_ms: 221160\n end_ms: 225600\nplain: |-\n Push, push, push, push...\n Here it comes...\n It's - it's a girl\n\n {Big Mike:}\n 1971 a young girl gave birth\n Only a child, bringin another child on this earth\n Only 15 years of age\n But comin from the ghetto, it won't make the front page\n See, that's the way shit go\n And to the government she ain't nothin but another hoe\n Thinkin all she want is food stamps\n Give her a check and let her hang with the school tramps\n And mama's gettin mad\n Cause now she gotta watch her little girl grow up fast\n Straight ghetto life, straight ghetto drama\n Wanted a baby doll, now she's somebody's mama\n And life is so confusin to her\n Askin herself why is this happenin to her\n So now she gotta choose\n Between a box of Pampers and a pair of new tennis shoes\n Never had to make that choice before\n Never heard a baby's voice before\n And the daddy ain't nowhere to be found\n Too busy bein a hoe around town\n He just fall into another statistic\n Claimin black men don't do shit\n But that's the way it is\n And little do they know daddy also sheds tears\n Cause he don't know what to do\n Be a father to his child, or run with a crew\n You might say: easy choice, be a father\n But why should he do it when his father didn't bother?\n Just another sample, I guess\n Of black men settin bad examples\n Thinkin deep about the whole thing\n Takes his last bit of money and goes to buy a gold ring\n And askes her to marry her\n Promise to get a job, so he can carry her\n Thinkin that's the way to do it\n But little do they know that there's much more to it\n Cos marriage is demandin\n It takes lots of patience and understandin\n But they go and tie the knot anyway\n And they'll be gettin their own crib anyday\n The first couple of months were alright\n A new crib, adaptin to a new life\n But then came the arguments\n And the constant fightin got em thrown out their appartment\n So now they gotta move in with her moms\n And that just adds to the muthafuckin problems\n Cause now he's feelin like he failed\n And while they asleep he grabs his shit and bails\n Smooth out the do', black\n And never takes another look back\n Now grandma's house is an unhappy home\n Now that daddy's gone\n\n {Scarface:}\n Daddy broke before I stepped in this muthafucka\n And left the job to be done by my mother's mother\n Raised up by grandmother???\n Cause my mark-ass daddy never came around for guidance\n So now I'm forced to stand up on my own two\n Cause mommy dear had to work three jobs, duke\n He didn't even want my friendship\n I guess the mark-ass nigga wasn't down to begin with\n Too lit to come around with his drunk ass\n And beatin up my mom with his punk ass\n And shit got dread\n I guess I shouldn't talk so bad about my dad\n So here it is, brothers\n If you gon' have babies, you need to father them muthafuckas\n Cause if you don't in due time\n Your kids'll speak about daddy exactly like I do mine\n So do yourself a favor\n Take your kids to the park, buy em shit, and they'll pay you later\n But payin's not the issue\n If you'd die right now your little kids wouldn't even miss you\n So put away your caddy\n Call your bitch up and tell her to make room for daddy\n Cause if you don't you'll be alone\n And the only thing they'll say about daddy, is daddy is gone\n"},{"id":5221693,"name":"Playa Playa","trackName":"Playa Playa","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm just a playa, playa\nI'm just a playa, playa\nI'm just a playa, playa\nI'm just a playa, playa\n\nWhat's happening mister big man with all your money and cars?\nI see you walking around like you's a motherfucking star\nExpensive clothes, high class hoes\nRight now you're on top of the world I suppose\n\nClaiming that you're macking but I know that you ain't\nThe only time you can pull a hoe is when you pulling out your bank\nTaking on my wine and my gang and shit\nSo you can get your dick wet, mister slick\n\nBut after all that yo, you still can't keep her\n'Cos a nigga likes myself, can come along and sweep her\nAnd have her screaming, \"Oh, Big Mike!\"\nNigga, you slanging them dollars but you ain't slanging that dick\n\nWhy now, you know I fucked your hoe so you run and get your pistol\nMadder than a bitch screaming, that I dissed you\nBut nigga, I ain't diss you, you know the story, Joe\nDon't check the motherfucking pimp, check the hoe\n(I'm just a playa, playa)\n\nI'm just a playa, playa\nI'm just a playa, playa\nI'm just a playa, playa\n\nOh, check it out\nNow baby's playing for your money, you're playing her for her drawers\nShe takes your money, brings it to me, I'm playing both of y'all\nWho's the mack, who's the motherfucking pimp?\nWho's the motherfucking man and who's the motherfucking simp?\n\nIt ain't me 'cos I ain't giving up a penny\nSteady fucking her while you be giving up plenty\nNow nigga, tell the truth I ain't a dunce\nOut of the six times I fucked her, you might have fucked her once\n\nAnd after you caught a nut, you had to get up prime time\nAnd take her to the nearest store, so she could spend your dough\nEvery time you fuck her, you got to pay a fee\nAnd oh, yeah, thanks for getting her hair done for me G\n\nIt looked good when she came over the other day\nSucking on my dick, all I could see was her hair, anyway\nRemember that shirt that she bought you on your birthday\nI got two of those and pair of pants and shoes on the first day\n(I'm just a playa, playa)\nHuh, I'm just a playa, y'all\n\nI'm just a playa, playa\nI'm just a playa, playa\nI'm just a playa, playa\n\nNow every time you see her, you want to grab her butt\nAnd act like you love her but she don't give a fuck\nDon't want to meet your friends, don't want to drive your Benz\nJust want to get your ends and then she's gone again, uh\n\nFlipping on a mission with another nigga you know\nEven though you try your hardest, you can't figure this so\nSeen it before but you still laying down for the tramp\nGave you some pussy, got you sprung and then she just up and vamp\n\nNow tell me what that be like\nBrought her some shit to wear [Incomprehensible]\nFor her hair, she with me, right\nFace it nigga, that's the way you made her\nThe bitch, that she is to day, but me I'm just a playa\n(I'm just a playa, playa)\n\nI'm just a playa, playa\nI'm just a playa, playa\nI'm just a playa, playa\n\nI'm just a playa, playa\nI'm just a playa, playa\nI'm just a playa, playa\n\nI'm just a playa, playa\nI'm just a playa, playa\nI'm just a playa, playa\n...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Playa Playa\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 289000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'm just a playa, playa\n I'm just a playa, playa\n I'm just a playa, playa\n I'm just a playa, playa\n\n What's happening mister big man with all your money and cars?\n I see you walking around like you's a motherfucking star\n Expensive clothes, high class hoes\n Right now you're on top of the world I suppose\n\n Claiming that you're macking but I know that you ain't\n The only time you can pull a hoe is when you pulling out your bank\n Taking on my wine and my gang and shit\n So you can get your dick wet, mister slick\n\n But after all that yo, you still can't keep her\n 'Cos a nigga likes myself, can come along and sweep her\n And have her screaming, \"Oh, Big Mike!\"\n Nigga, you slanging them dollars but you ain't slanging that dick\n\n Why now, you know I fucked your hoe so you run and get your pistol\n Madder than a bitch screaming, that I dissed you\n But nigga, I ain't diss you, you know the story, Joe\n Don't check the motherfucking pimp, check the hoe\n (I'm just a playa, playa)\n\n I'm just a playa, playa\n I'm just a playa, playa\n I'm just a playa, playa\n\n Oh, check it out\n Now baby's playing for your money, you're playing her for her drawers\n She takes your money, brings it to me, I'm playing both of y'all\n Who's the mack, who's the motherfucking pimp?\n Who's the motherfucking man and who's the motherfucking simp?\n\n It ain't me 'cos I ain't giving up a penny\n Steady fucking her while you be giving up plenty\n Now nigga, tell the truth I ain't a dunce\n Out of the six times I fucked her, you might have fucked her once\n\n And after you caught a nut, you had to get up prime time\n And take her to the nearest store, so she could spend your dough\n Every time you fuck her, you got to pay a fee\n And oh, yeah, thanks for getting her hair done for me G\n\n It looked good when she came over the other day\n Sucking on my dick, all I could see was her hair, anyway\n Remember that shirt that she bought you on your birthday\n I got two of those and pair of pants and shoes on the first day\n (I'm just a playa, playa)\n Huh, I'm just a playa, y'all\n\n I'm just a playa, playa\n I'm just a playa, playa\n I'm just a playa, playa\n\n Now every time you see her, you want to grab her butt\n And act like you love her but she don't give a fuck\n Don't want to meet your friends, don't want to drive your Benz\n Just want to get your ends and then she's gone again, uh\n\n Flipping on a mission with another nigga you know\n Even though you try your hardest, you can't figure this so\n Seen it before but you still laying down for the tramp\n Gave you some pussy, got you sprung and then she just up and vamp\n\n Now tell me what that be like\n Brought her some shit to wear [Incomprehensible]\n For her hair, she with me, right\n Face it nigga, that's the way you made her\n The bitch, that she is to day, but me I'm just a playa\n (I'm just a playa, playa)\n\n I'm just a playa, playa\n I'm just a playa, playa\n I'm just a playa, playa\n\n I'm just a playa, playa\n I'm just a playa, playa\n I'm just a playa, playa\n\n I'm just a playa, playa\n I'm just a playa, playa\n I'm just a playa, playa\n ...\n"},{"id":33211158,"name":"Comin' From the Swamp","trackName":"Comin' From the Swamp","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\nIt's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\nIt's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\nIt's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n\nAnd it don't stop, so keep it goin'\n1994 And the bitches still hoein'\nNiggas still slangin' that shit on the side\nMake the wrong move, you might go for a ride\nAll my niggas in the hood still got game\nAnd it goes to show ya ain't a damn thang changed, nigga, uh\n\nYou wanna claim that you OG\nBut you ain't original if you don't wanna see the G.B\nClimb to the top of things\nClock a big fat grip and break off the proper things\nHoes in the neighborhood\n\nBe all on the dick 'cause they know that the flavor's good\nAnd like I told you before, I'm the one that don't stop\nMy nigga got a brand new drop\n\nSo when you thinkin' about steppin' up, you better step strong\n'Cause you know it's gon' be on when you dealin' with the boss\nYeah\nIt's the\n\nUh\nYou don't even know what's the\nStraight\n\nOne, two, you know I gots to\nThree, four, put you on proper\nLike so, 'cause you know we rollin'\nSo hey, ho, come and get your foldin'\nYeah, for the number one nigga out the South\n\nFadin' all you niggas runnin' off at the motherfuckin' mouth\nJust like a faucet\nSo drop those Girbauds, hoes, and let me toast it\n\nAnd recognize a real nigga when you see one\nThere's somethin' about them mikes, everybody wanna be one\nI'm tryna give your ass the deal\nYou think you got a down-ass nigga?\nBitch, you better get with the real\n'Cause you know we like to handle those\nLike Monique in South Central, straight up scandalous hoes, uh\nI had to move that ho\nLet my muddy water revolver soothe that ho, it's the\nYeah\n\nWhat's the, what's the\nY'all niggas, it's the\nHuh, it's the\n\nYeah\n\nI done put it down, nigga\nNow what the fuck you gon' do for me?\nI guess I'm just another nigga\nI done put it down, nigga\nNow what the fuck you gon' do for me?\n\nI guess I'm just another nigga\nI done put it down, nigga\nNow what the fuck you gon' do for me?\n\nI guess I'm just another nigga that you see\nDoin' bad, so you sho' move me to the wayside\n\nThere ain't no love in this town, that's why I stay high\nFull of that shit, 'cause I really don't give a fuck\nI'm doin' bad right now, livin' on nigga luck\nDreamin' of bigger bucks, but it ain't comin' to me\nAnd you want me to believe that shit that you runnin' to me\nAbout you down with me, down, nigga, fuck that\nUntil I gets mine, you gets no love back\n'Cause I am what I am, man\nI made a come-up, ain't nobody gave me a damn thang, it's the\nYeah\n\nSet it straight\nUh-huh\nYeah\n\nSet it straight\n\nNow roll the funk\n\nIt's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\nIt's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\nIt's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n\nYeah\nChop it up and not slop it up\nIt's the OG Ron C\nWreckin' y'all\nChop a lot","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Comin' From the Swamp\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 225000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n\n And it don't stop, so keep it goin'\n 1994 And the bitches still hoein'\n Niggas still slangin' that shit on the side\n Make the wrong move, you might go for a ride\n All my niggas in the hood still got game\n And it goes to show ya ain't a damn thang changed, nigga, uh\n\n You wanna claim that you OG\n But you ain't original if you don't wanna see the G.B\n Climb to the top of things\n Clock a big fat grip and break off the proper things\n Hoes in the neighborhood\n\n Be all on the dick 'cause they know that the flavor's good\n And like I told you before, I'm the one that don't stop\n My nigga got a brand new drop\n\n So when you thinkin' about steppin' up, you better step strong\n 'Cause you know it's gon' be on when you dealin' with the boss\n Yeah\n It's the\n\n Uh\n You don't even know what's the\n Straight\n\n One, two, you know I gots to\n Three, four, put you on proper\n Like so, 'cause you know we rollin'\n So hey, ho, come and get your foldin'\n Yeah, for the number one nigga out the South\n\n Fadin' all you niggas runnin' off at the motherfuckin' mouth\n Just like a faucet\n So drop those Girbauds, hoes, and let me toast it\n\n And recognize a real nigga when you see one\n There's somethin' about them mikes, everybody wanna be one\n I'm tryna give your ass the deal\n You think you got a down-ass nigga?\n Bitch, you better get with the real\n 'Cause you know we like to handle those\n Like Monique in South Central, straight up scandalous hoes, uh\n I had to move that ho\n Let my muddy water revolver soothe that ho, it's the\n Yeah\n\n What's the, what's the\n Y'all niggas, it's the\n Huh, it's the\n\n Yeah\n\n I done put it down, nigga\n Now what the fuck you gon' do for me?\n I guess I'm just another nigga\n I done put it down, nigga\n Now what the fuck you gon' do for me?\n\n I guess I'm just another nigga\n I done put it down, nigga\n Now what the fuck you gon' do for me?\n\n I guess I'm just another nigga that you see\n Doin' bad, so you sho' move me to the wayside\n\n There ain't no love in this town, that's why I stay high\n Full of that shit, 'cause I really don't give a fuck\n I'm doin' bad right now, livin' on nigga luck\n Dreamin' of bigger bucks, but it ain't comin' to me\n And you want me to believe that shit that you runnin' to me\n About you down with me, down, nigga, fuck that\n Until I gets mine, you gets no love back\n 'Cause I am what I am, man\n I made a come-up, ain't nobody gave me a damn thang, it's the\n Yeah\n\n Set it straight\n Uh-huh\n Yeah\n\n Set it straight\n\n Now roll the funk\n\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n\n Yeah\n Chop it up and not slop it up\n It's the OG Ron C\n Wreckin' y'all\n Chop a lot\n"},{"id":32939556,"name":"Comin' Form the Swamp","trackName":"Comin' Form the Swamp","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\nIt's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\nIt's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\nIt's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n\nAnd it don't stop, so keep it goin'\n1994 And the bitches still hoein'\nNiggas still slangin' that shit on the side\nMake the wrong move, you might go for a ride\nAll my niggas in the hood still got game\nAnd it goes to show ya ain't a damn thang changed, nigga, uh\n\nYou wanna claim that you OG\nBut you ain't original if you don't wanna see the G.B\nClimb to the top of things\nClock a big fat grip and break off the proper things\nHoes in the neighborhood\n\nBe all on the dick 'cause they know that the flavor's good\nAnd like I told you before, I'm the one that don't stop\nMy nigga got a brand new drop\n\nSo when you thinkin' about steppin' up, you better step strong\n'Cause you know it's gon' be on when you dealin' with the boss\nYeah\nIt's the\n\nUh\nYou don't even know what's the\nStraight\n\nOne, two, you know I gots to\nThree, four, put you on proper\nLike so, 'cause you know we rollin'\nSo hey, ho, come and get your foldin'\nYeah, for the number one nigga out the South\n\nFadin' all you niggas runnin' off at the motherfuckin' mouth\nJust like a faucet\nSo drop those Girbauds, hoes, and let me toast it\n\nAnd recognize a real nigga when you see one\nThere's somethin' about them mikes, everybody wanna be one\nI'm tryna give your ass the deal\nYou think you got a down-ass nigga?\nBitch, you better get with the real\n'Cause you know we like to handle those\nLike Monique in South Central, straight up scandalous hoes, uh\nI had to move that ho\nLet my muddy water revolver soothe that ho, it's the\nYeah\n\nWhat's the, what's the\nY'all niggas, it's the\nHuh, it's the\n\nYeah\n\nI done put it down, nigga\nNow what the fuck you gon' do for me?\nI guess I'm just another nigga\nI done put it down, nigga\nNow what the fuck you gon' do for me?\n\nI guess I'm just another nigga\nI done put it down, nigga\nNow what the fuck you gon' do for me?\n\nI guess I'm just another nigga that you see\nDoin' bad, so you sho' move me to the wayside\n\nThere ain't no love in this town, that's why I stay high\nFull of that shit, 'cause I really don't give a fuck\nI'm doin' bad right now, livin' on nigga luck\nDreamin' of bigger bucks, but it ain't comin' to me\nAnd you want me to believe that shit that you runnin' to me\nAbout you down with me, down, nigga, fuck that\nUntil I gets mine, you gets no love back\n'Cause I am what I am, man\nI made a come-up, ain't nobody gave me a damn thang, it's the\nYeah\n\nSet it straight\nUh-huh\nYeah\n\nSet it straight\n\nNow roll the funk\n\nIt's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\nIt's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\nIt's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\nSo from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n\nYeah\nChop it up and not slop it up\nIt's the OG Ron C\nWreckin' y'all\nChop a lot","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Comin' Form the Swamp\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 225000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n\n And it don't stop, so keep it goin'\n 1994 And the bitches still hoein'\n Niggas still slangin' that shit on the side\n Make the wrong move, you might go for a ride\n All my niggas in the hood still got game\n And it goes to show ya ain't a damn thang changed, nigga, uh\n\n You wanna claim that you OG\n But you ain't original if you don't wanna see the G.B\n Climb to the top of things\n Clock a big fat grip and break off the proper things\n Hoes in the neighborhood\n\n Be all on the dick 'cause they know that the flavor's good\n And like I told you before, I'm the one that don't stop\n My nigga got a brand new drop\n\n So when you thinkin' about steppin' up, you better step strong\n 'Cause you know it's gon' be on when you dealin' with the boss\n Yeah\n It's the\n\n Uh\n You don't even know what's the\n Straight\n\n One, two, you know I gots to\n Three, four, put you on proper\n Like so, 'cause you know we rollin'\n So hey, ho, come and get your foldin'\n Yeah, for the number one nigga out the South\n\n Fadin' all you niggas runnin' off at the motherfuckin' mouth\n Just like a faucet\n So drop those Girbauds, hoes, and let me toast it\n\n And recognize a real nigga when you see one\n There's somethin' about them mikes, everybody wanna be one\n I'm tryna give your ass the deal\n You think you got a down-ass nigga?\n Bitch, you better get with the real\n 'Cause you know we like to handle those\n Like Monique in South Central, straight up scandalous hoes, uh\n I had to move that ho\n Let my muddy water revolver soothe that ho, it's the\n Yeah\n\n What's the, what's the\n Y'all niggas, it's the\n Huh, it's the\n\n Yeah\n\n I done put it down, nigga\n Now what the fuck you gon' do for me?\n I guess I'm just another nigga\n I done put it down, nigga\n Now what the fuck you gon' do for me?\n\n I guess I'm just another nigga\n I done put it down, nigga\n Now what the fuck you gon' do for me?\n\n I guess I'm just another nigga that you see\n Doin' bad, so you sho' move me to the wayside\n\n There ain't no love in this town, that's why I stay high\n Full of that shit, 'cause I really don't give a fuck\n I'm doin' bad right now, livin' on nigga luck\n Dreamin' of bigger bucks, but it ain't comin' to me\n And you want me to believe that shit that you runnin' to me\n About you down with me, down, nigga, fuck that\n Until I gets mine, you gets no love back\n 'Cause I am what I am, man\n I made a come-up, ain't nobody gave me a damn thang, it's the\n Yeah\n\n Set it straight\n Uh-huh\n Yeah\n\n Set it straight\n\n Now roll the funk\n\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n It's the biggest, the blackest, the nigga comin' from that swamp\n So from Houston to New Orleans, bitch\n\n Yeah\n Chop it up and not slop it up\n It's the OG Ron C\n Wreckin' y'all\n Chop a lot\n"},{"id":20089888,"name":"World of Mind","trackName":"World of Mind","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":265.195102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nThe ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mind\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nSome doin' good and others doin' evil\n\nI heard somebody say I'll do anything nowaday to make a buck\n'Cos niggas are dyin' and nobody gives a muthafuck\nAnd you be wantin' to trip when I be talkin' about murder and thangs\nI think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of mine\n\nWhat goes on in the neighborhood\nEast coast, West coast, ain't sh*t turnin' out good\nSometimes I wanna cry\nAnd straight put the 9 to my muthafuckin' dome and let the bullets fly\n\nBut mama said I'm too strong to break down\nAnd I'm caught up in another drug shake-down\n'Cos they think I'm sellin' birds\nBut I'm workin' 9 to 5 and still ain't gettin' what I deserve\n\nSo who's fuckin' who\nIs it that white man or the black man standin' next to you?\nSee, most blacks can't handle power\nGet paid and get to changin' by the hour\n\nClosin' all the doors\nGot a little paper, now they wanna treat they people like hoes\nNow after takin' a look at that\nHow the fuck you think the white man is supposed to act\n\nSee we can't check the pecker wood\nIf we can't treat our own fuckin' people good\nWe wanna pick the fruit, but the fruit ain't ripe\nYeah, now who got the right to write\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nThe ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mind\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nSome doin' good and others doin' evil\n\nNiggas are gettin' fooled by the president's plan\nIn jail they got a president, but they call him the boss man\nThe boss man is prejudiced, hurtin' 'em with politics\nBetter let 'em out quick or they gon' cause a riot, bitch\n\nEven if you lock the door they still got the power\n'Cos the fuckin' white house reminds 'em of the watch tower\nThe man is watchin' over us, steady controllin' us\nAnd if we make a move he's ready to put a hole in us\n\nEvery time I step he's always around me\nTo tell the fuckin' truth, I feel safer in the county\nAt least in jail I know what I'm up against\nBut everything is a muthafuckin' mystery outside the fence\n\nThinkin' that we made it, but we ain't made it yet\nAnd it's gettin' harder 'cos the man ain't givin' up shit, bet\nSteady lettin' us down\nAnd ain't nobody helpin' us out\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nThe ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mind\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nSome doin' good and others doin' evil\n\nYeah, a new beginning, yeah\nBig Mike, yeah, comin' from that swamp\nYou know, just kickin' it how I feel\nThat's on the real","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: World of Mind\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 265195\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Now as I flip through this world of mine\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n The ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mind\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n Some doin' good and others doin' evil\n\n I heard somebody say I'll do anything nowaday to make a buck\n 'Cos niggas are dyin' and nobody gives a muthafuck\n And you be wantin' to trip when I be talkin' about murder and thangs\n I think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of mine\n\n What goes on in the neighborhood\n East coast, West coast, ain't sh*t turnin' out good\n Sometimes I wanna cry\n And straight put the 9 to my muthafuckin' dome and let the bullets fly\n\n But mama said I'm too strong to break down\n And I'm caught up in another drug shake-down\n 'Cos they think I'm sellin' birds\n But I'm workin' 9 to 5 and still ain't gettin' what I deserve\n\n So who's fuckin' who\n Is it that white man or the black man standin' next to you?\n See, most blacks can't handle power\n Get paid and get to changin' by the hour\n\n Closin' all the doors\n Got a little paper, now they wanna treat they people like hoes\n Now after takin' a look at that\n How the fuck you think the white man is supposed to act\n\n See we can't check the pecker wood\n If we can't treat our own fuckin' people good\n We wanna pick the fruit, but the fruit ain't ripe\n Yeah, now who got the right to write\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mine\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n The ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mind\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n Some doin' good and others doin' evil\n\n Niggas are gettin' fooled by the president's plan\n In jail they got a president, but they call him the boss man\n The boss man is prejudiced, hurtin' 'em with politics\n Better let 'em out quick or they gon' cause a riot, bitch\n\n Even if you lock the door they still got the power\n 'Cos the fuckin' white house reminds 'em of the watch tower\n The man is watchin' over us, steady controllin' us\n And if we make a move he's ready to put a hole in us\n\n Every time I step he's always around me\n To tell the fuckin' truth, I feel safer in the county\n At least in jail I know what I'm up against\n But everything is a muthafuckin' mystery outside the fence\n\n Thinkin' that we made it, but we ain't made it yet\n And it's gettin' harder 'cos the man ain't givin' up shit, bet\n Steady lettin' us down\n And ain't nobody helpin' us out\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mine\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n The ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mind\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n Some doin' good and others doin' evil\n\n Yeah, a new beginning, yeah\n Big Mike, yeah, comin' from that swamp\n You know, just kickin' it how I feel\n That's on the real\n"},{"id":20298590,"name":"Havin Thangs","trackName":"Havin Thangs","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":284.90875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\nTime brings change and change comes with time\nThroughout these years I learned to get down for mine\nHad to do some crime with the attitude of not givin' a fuck\nBorn with no luck, refuse to stay stuck\n\nI made the bucks did what I had to, I did what I could\nMy rise to the top was no surprise 'cause I knew that I would\nMake it, oh, the chance, I had to take it\nFake it never because that nigga was too clever\n\nIf there ever was a muthafucka down for his crown\nIt had to be me the B I G M I K E, straight gee\nCome sun down, come sun up, gun up\nFor them niggas who wanna run up\n\nWhatchamacallit came up short, that nigga done what?\nFool, this big black nigga don't go for no losses\nI had to get rid of my woman, so I recruited more horses\nDown with neighborhood bosses, I made connection and rose\nLater for Eldo's and Vogue's, I just kick back and stack rolls and hoes\n\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\nTimes are changin', I'm livin' my life in and out the do', black\nLoungin' here and there, somethin' screamin' in my ear\nMichael go back home, but I ain't really sho', black\nI gots to get my shit togethter the right way, nigga, I know that\n\nComin' up short swingin' by the tail and\nThinkin' of a master plan, this nigga's bailin'\nDown the road, and I promised not to look back\nAt what I once had, what I have now, what I left and what I once took\nBlack shook that\n\nNow I'm in my own realm\nControllin shit, kickin' it, never knew life could be so damn\nWell, I got mine, everything fell in line\nTime brought change and change came with time\n\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\nLock another nigga up, throw away the fuckin' key\nThat's the way they punish me, muthafuck society\nI could spend a century in the penitentiary\nIt won't make a difference, gee, 'cause ain't nobody missin' me\n\nRound and round and round we go, a different day, a different face\nDamn, I wish I could run away, I hate this muthafuckin' place\nToo many goddamn rules, that's why I quit school\nGivin' me a crooked test, I ain't no damn fool\n\nCan't walk out my house because they always in my face\nAnd if I step outta place they wanna give me a case\nAin't no difference between society and the jailhouse\nEverybody's locked up and wanna get the hell out\n\nJust 'cause you ain't locked down you think you got it good\nBut you better think again\n'Cause the police are checkin' niggas in the neighborhood\nBeatin' our ass down\n'Cause society is just like the pen, so get ready for the lockdown\n\nClock now while you can, man\n'Cause it's all about havin things\nAnd I'ma get mine, fool\nTime brought change and change came with time\n\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Havin Thangs\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 284909\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\n Time brings change and change comes with time\n Throughout these years I learned to get down for mine\n Had to do some crime with the attitude of not givin' a fuck\n Born with no luck, refuse to stay stuck\n\n I made the bucks did what I had to, I did what I could\n My rise to the top was no surprise 'cause I knew that I would\n Make it, oh, the chance, I had to take it\n Fake it never because that nigga was too clever\n\n If there ever was a muthafucka down for his crown\n It had to be me the B I G M I K E, straight gee\n Come sun down, come sun up, gun up\n For them niggas who wanna run up\n\n Whatchamacallit came up short, that nigga done what?\n Fool, this big black nigga don't go for no losses\n I had to get rid of my woman, so I recruited more horses\n Down with neighborhood bosses, I made connection and rose\n Later for Eldo's and Vogue's, I just kick back and stack rolls and hoes\n\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\n Times are changin', I'm livin' my life in and out the do', black\n Loungin' here and there, somethin' screamin' in my ear\n Michael go back home, but I ain't really sho', black\n I gots to get my shit togethter the right way, nigga, I know that\n\n Comin' up short swingin' by the tail and\n Thinkin' of a master plan, this nigga's bailin'\n Down the road, and I promised not to look back\n At what I once had, what I have now, what I left and what I once took\n Black shook that\n\n Now I'm in my own realm\n Controllin shit, kickin' it, never knew life could be so damn\n Well, I got mine, everything fell in line\n Time brought change and change came with time\n\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\n Lock another nigga up, throw away the fuckin' key\n That's the way they punish me, muthafuck society\n I could spend a century in the penitentiary\n It won't make a difference, gee, 'cause ain't nobody missin' me\n\n Round and round and round we go, a different day, a different face\n Damn, I wish I could run away, I hate this muthafuckin' place\n Too many goddamn rules, that's why I quit school\n Givin' me a crooked test, I ain't no damn fool\n\n Can't walk out my house because they always in my face\n And if I step outta place they wanna give me a case\n Ain't no difference between society and the jailhouse\n Everybody's locked up and wanna get the hell out\n\n Just 'cause you ain't locked down you think you got it good\n But you better think again\n 'Cause the police are checkin' niggas in the neighborhood\n Beatin' our ass down\n 'Cause society is just like the pen, so get ready for the lockdown\n\n Clock now while you can, man\n 'Cause it's all about havin things\n And I'ma get mine, fool\n Time brought change and change came with time\n\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n"},{"id":19259706,"name":"World of Mind","trackName":"World of Mind","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":267.7975829,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nThe ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mind\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nSome doin' good and others doin' evil\n\nI heard somebody say I'll do anything nowaday to make a buck\n'Cos niggas are dyin' and nobody gives a muthafuck\nAnd you be wantin' to trip when I be talkin' about murder and thangs\nI think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of mine\n\nWhat goes on in the neighborhood\nEast coast, West coast, ain't sh*t turnin' out good\nSometimes I wanna cry\nAnd straight put the 9 to my muthafuckin' dome and let the bullets fly\n\nBut mama said I'm too strong to break down\nAnd I'm caught up in another drug shake-down\n'Cos they think I'm sellin' birds\nBut I'm workin' 9 to 5 and still ain't gettin' what I deserve\n\nSo who's fuckin' who\nIs it that white man or the black man standin' next to you?\nSee, most blacks can't handle power\nGet paid and get to changin' by the hour\n\nClosin' all the doors\nGot a little paper, now they wanna treat they people like hoes\nNow after takin' a look at that\nHow the fuck you think the white man is supposed to act\n\nSee we can't check the pecker wood\nIf we can't treat our own fuckin' people good\nWe wanna pick the fruit, but the fruit ain't ripe\nYeah, now who got the right to write\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nThe ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mind\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nSome doin' good and others doin' evil\n\nNiggas are gettin' fooled by the president's plan\nIn jail they got a president, but they call him the boss man\nThe boss man is prejudiced, hurtin' 'em with politics\nBetter let 'em out quick or they gon' cause a riot, bitch\n\nEven if you lock the door they still got the power\n'Cos the fuckin' white house reminds 'em of the watch tower\nThe man is watchin' over us, steady controllin' us\nAnd if we make a move he's ready to put a hole in us\n\nEvery time I step he's always around me\nTo tell the fuckin' truth, I feel safer in the county\nAt least in jail I know what I'm up against\nBut everything is a muthafuckin' mystery outside the fence\n\nThinkin' that we made it, but we ain't made it yet\nAnd it's gettin' harder 'cos the man ain't givin' up shit, bet\nSteady lettin' us down\nAnd ain't nobody helpin' us out\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nThe ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mind\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nSome doin' good and others doin' evil\n\nYeah, a new beginning, yeah\nBig Mike, yeah, comin' from that swamp\nYou know, just kickin' it how I feel\nThat's on the real","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: World of Mind\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 267798\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Now as I flip through this world of mine\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n The ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mind\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n Some doin' good and others doin' evil\n\n I heard somebody say I'll do anything nowaday to make a buck\n 'Cos niggas are dyin' and nobody gives a muthafuck\n And you be wantin' to trip when I be talkin' about murder and thangs\n I think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of mine\n\n What goes on in the neighborhood\n East coast, West coast, ain't sh*t turnin' out good\n Sometimes I wanna cry\n And straight put the 9 to my muthafuckin' dome and let the bullets fly\n\n But mama said I'm too strong to break down\n And I'm caught up in another drug shake-down\n 'Cos they think I'm sellin' birds\n But I'm workin' 9 to 5 and still ain't gettin' what I deserve\n\n So who's fuckin' who\n Is it that white man or the black man standin' next to you?\n See, most blacks can't handle power\n Get paid and get to changin' by the hour\n\n Closin' all the doors\n Got a little paper, now they wanna treat they people like hoes\n Now after takin' a look at that\n How the fuck you think the white man is supposed to act\n\n See we can't check the pecker wood\n If we can't treat our own fuckin' people good\n We wanna pick the fruit, but the fruit ain't ripe\n Yeah, now who got the right to write\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mine\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n The ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mind\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n Some doin' good and others doin' evil\n\n Niggas are gettin' fooled by the president's plan\n In jail they got a president, but they call him the boss man\n The boss man is prejudiced, hurtin' 'em with politics\n Better let 'em out quick or they gon' cause a riot, bitch\n\n Even if you lock the door they still got the power\n 'Cos the fuckin' white house reminds 'em of the watch tower\n The man is watchin' over us, steady controllin' us\n And if we make a move he's ready to put a hole in us\n\n Every time I step he's always around me\n To tell the fuckin' truth, I feel safer in the county\n At least in jail I know what I'm up against\n But everything is a muthafuckin' mystery outside the fence\n\n Thinkin' that we made it, but we ain't made it yet\n And it's gettin' harder 'cos the man ain't givin' up shit, bet\n Steady lettin' us down\n And ain't nobody helpin' us out\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mine\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n The ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mind\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n Some doin' good and others doin' evil\n\n Yeah, a new beginning, yeah\n Big Mike, yeah, comin' from that swamp\n You know, just kickin' it how I feel\n That's on the real\n"},{"id":14373368,"name":"On da Real","trackName":"On da Real","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":218.760917,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[ VERSE 1: Big Mike ]\nOn the real, baby, I ain't got no ends\nYeah, I got a record out, but I ain't got no Benz\nYou ought to be glad that I'm givin yo ass somethin\nCause it's some niggas out there that ain't givin up nothin\nThen he got a baby, but the nigga don't take care of it\nAnything I make, my baby always gets a share of it\nYeah, a young nigga tryin to make it\nAnd it's gettin harder when you're always on my back tryin to take it\nAnd it ain't even gotta be like that\nGettin at me like that ain't gon' get your fuckin pockets fat\nUsed to have some love for you, but now you're just a selfish bitch\nTakin all my money, spendin it on your self and shit\nOr that nigga that you stayin with, layin with\nBut on the real, I ain't that nigga you should be playin with\nCause when I'm dead\nAin't nobody gonna take care of another man's kids, he might, shit\nNine times out of ten they don't\nNine times out of ten them muthafuckas won't\nSo baby, pump, pump yo brakes and put a end to all them hoe games\nCause hoe games equals no game\n\n[ CHORUS: female background singer ]\nComin (comin)\nComin (comin)\nComin on the real\n(Comin on the real)\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Mike ]\nWhat's up, young fool, I see that you're anxious\nTo jack a nigga like me cause you ain't got no patience\nThink I'm rollin Daytons or maybe even Elbows\nThe only way I roll em if I catch em on sale, bro\nHuh, I'm like you, tryin to get my hustle on\nAin't got time for no muthafuckin scuffle, homes\nI'm sellin records, and you be sellin crack\nI got fans, you got the police on your back\nBut I don't knock you, cause I used to do the same\nSo don't knock me cause I'm in a different game\nSee, it's still about comin up\nStill about puttin niggas on they ass if they be runnin up\nDifferent game, same atttitude\nEverybody wanna take shots at the badder dude\nBut it don't matter, dude, on how you feel\nCause I still kick back and make a mill\nAnd that's on the real\n\n[ CHORUS ]\n\n[ VERSE 3: Big Mike ]\nShake em up and let the dice roll\nI bagged dough two times and left a nigga twicefold\nFight sole on the peewees\nBe makin em raise up when I hit seven easy\nSee me makin muthafuckas break theyself\nTo the point where they wanna shake the dice theyself\nFool, what you think this is?\nI'm 22 and I been tryin to stack bank for years\nHuh, and in my dreams I seen\nThat life ain't all about makin money and havin yo face on the scene\nIt's about bein comfortable, takin care of yours\nAnd that's what I'm strivin for\nAnd with God on my side\nAin't none of that hard to find\nAnd that's on the real\n\n[ CHORUS ]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: On da Real\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 218761\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [ VERSE 1: Big Mike ]\n On the real, baby, I ain't got no ends\n Yeah, I got a record out, but I ain't got no Benz\n You ought to be glad that I'm givin yo ass somethin\n Cause it's some niggas out there that ain't givin up nothin\n Then he got a baby, but the nigga don't take care of it\n Anything I make, my baby always gets a share of it\n Yeah, a young nigga tryin to make it\n And it's gettin harder when you're always on my back tryin to take it\n And it ain't even gotta be like that\n Gettin at me like that ain't gon' get your fuckin pockets fat\n Used to have some love for you, but now you're just a selfish bitch\n Takin all my money, spendin it on your self and shit\n Or that nigga that you stayin with, layin with\n But on the real, I ain't that nigga you should be playin with\n Cause when I'm dead\n Ain't nobody gonna take care of another man's kids, he might, shit\n Nine times out of ten they don't\n Nine times out of ten them muthafuckas won't\n So baby, pump, pump yo brakes and put a end to all them hoe games\n Cause hoe games equals no game\n\n [ CHORUS: female background singer ]\n Comin (comin)\n Comin (comin)\n Comin on the real\n (Comin on the real)\n\n [ VERSE 2: Big Mike ]\n What's up, young fool, I see that you're anxious\n To jack a nigga like me cause you ain't got no patience\n Think I'm rollin Daytons or maybe even Elbows\n The only way I roll em if I catch em on sale, bro\n Huh, I'm like you, tryin to get my hustle on\n Ain't got time for no muthafuckin scuffle, homes\n I'm sellin records, and you be sellin crack\n I got fans, you got the police on your back\n But I don't knock you, cause I used to do the same\n So don't knock me cause I'm in a different game\n See, it's still about comin up\n Still about puttin niggas on they ass if they be runnin up\n Different game, same atttitude\n Everybody wanna take shots at the badder dude\n But it don't matter, dude, on how you feel\n Cause I still kick back and make a mill\n And that's on the real\n\n [ CHORUS ]\n\n [ VERSE 3: Big Mike ]\n Shake em up and let the dice roll\n I bagged dough two times and left a nigga twicefold\n Fight sole on the peewees\n Be makin em raise up when I hit seven easy\n See me makin muthafuckas break theyself\n To the point where they wanna shake the dice theyself\n Fool, what you think this is?\n I'm 22 and I been tryin to stack bank for years\n Huh, and in my dreams I seen\n That life ain't all about makin money and havin yo face on the scene\n It's about bein comfortable, takin care of yours\n And that's what I'm strivin for\n And with God on my side\n Ain't none of that hard to find\n And that's on the real\n\n [ CHORUS ]\n"},{"id":14377024,"name":"Creepin - Rollin","trackName":"Creepin - Rollin","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":262.99825,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey, this shit is somethin serious, boy\nCheck it out\n\n(Chorus)\nCreepin and rollin, you know what time it is\nOh yeah, a brother has gotta get down for his\n\n(Verse 1)\nWhat's happenin, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my man?\nOnce again I know what you're thinkin, once again I know what your plan\nIs, been playa-hatin a nigga like me for years\nBut now I'm changin gears\nFixin to move on, fixin to buy a brand-new home\nPolishin up my chrome\nFor your ass cause I'm back up on the block\n1994 and I ain't sellin no more rocks\nBack with a sack and niggas know I pack\nA glock, so stop before I put you on your back\nDown with S-A, the place where the best play\nBest pray if your chest ain't where your vest lay\nSouthside rollin wide-sized\nBitches say we high-side because we pass by\nYou don't speak, but she's just another freak\nCause I know my nigga been fuckin her for weeks\nAnd I rather not waste my time, I just mash out\nBlowin big smoke in the glasshouse\nTwo deep, me and my nigga O.D.\nSmokin swisher sweets comin up on Scott Street\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 2)\nI deal with the five S's before every Monday\nShit, shower and shave, and serve on Sundays\nAnd it's funny how these hoes be jockin ours\nBecause I'm rollin in a candy-blue glasshouse\nGold Shoes on my hoe\nThinkin about committin suicide cause she got fo' do's\nAnd brand-new Vogues\nAnd a trunk full of amps to hurt em at the soundshow\nBreakin em off a proper piece\nAnd the shit won't stop until the jockin cease\nSo follow me as I creep with my niggas on a flip\nMy cup overrunneth, so come and take a sip\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3)\nNow I got you interested\nAnd everybody wanna see the man, the Peterman\nLittle kids wanna be the man\nAnd grow up and fuck hoes\nAnd rock shows, ride Vo's, and slam mansion do's\nNigga, cause it's like that\nGrowin up on flat, havin dreams of livin fat\nAnd I can't do it no other way\nDoin it the southern way\nSo fuck what another say\nG to the e to the to to the o\nTo the B to the o to the y to the s's\nHouston, Texas where niggas get restless\nAnd wreckless, no easy access, don't test us\nNigga, recognize where the best is\nFool\n\nCreepin, rollin, you know what time it is\nClownin and strollin, gotta get down for his\n\n(Chorus)\n\nOh yeah\nDoin this thing like this\nRoll em up\nPalms up in the air\nYeah, that's right\nLet the sun hit it\nBack for it like this, you know\nCause they thought I wasn't comin back\nStill doin the same thing\nYeah\nCreepin, rollin\nYou know what time it is\nI'm just\nClownin, strollin\nYou know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Creepin - Rollin\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 262998\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hey, this shit is somethin serious, boy\n Check it out\n\n (Chorus)\n Creepin and rollin, you know what time it is\n Oh yeah, a brother has gotta get down for his\n\n (Verse 1)\n What's happenin, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my man?\n Once again I know what you're thinkin, once again I know what your plan\n Is, been playa-hatin a nigga like me for years\n But now I'm changin gears\n Fixin to move on, fixin to buy a brand-new home\n Polishin up my chrome\n For your ass cause I'm back up on the block\n 1994 and I ain't sellin no more rocks\n Back with a sack and niggas know I pack\n A glock, so stop before I put you on your back\n Down with S-A, the place where the best play\n Best pray if your chest ain't where your vest lay\n Southside rollin wide-sized\n Bitches say we high-side because we pass by\n You don't speak, but she's just another freak\n Cause I know my nigga been fuckin her for weeks\n And I rather not waste my time, I just mash out\n Blowin big smoke in the glasshouse\n Two deep, me and my nigga O.D.\n Smokin swisher sweets comin up on Scott Street\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 2)\n I deal with the five S's before every Monday\n Shit, shower and shave, and serve on Sundays\n And it's funny how these hoes be jockin ours\n Because I'm rollin in a candy-blue glasshouse\n Gold Shoes on my hoe\n Thinkin about committin suicide cause she got fo' do's\n And brand-new Vogues\n And a trunk full of amps to hurt em at the soundshow\n Breakin em off a proper piece\n And the shit won't stop until the jockin cease\n So follow me as I creep with my niggas on a flip\n My cup overrunneth, so come and take a sip\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3)\n Now I got you interested\n And everybody wanna see the man, the Peterman\n Little kids wanna be the man\n And grow up and fuck hoes\n And rock shows, ride Vo's, and slam mansion do's\n Nigga, cause it's like that\n Growin up on flat, havin dreams of livin fat\n And I can't do it no other way\n Doin it the southern way\n So fuck what another say\n G to the e to the to to the o\n To the B to the o to the y to the s's\n Houston, Texas where niggas get restless\n And wreckless, no easy access, don't test us\n Nigga, recognize where the best is\n Fool\n\n Creepin, rollin, you know what time it is\n Clownin and strollin, gotta get down for his\n\n (Chorus)\n\n Oh yeah\n Doin this thing like this\n Roll em up\n Palms up in the air\n Yeah, that's right\n Let the sun hit it\n Back for it like this, you know\n Cause they thought I wasn't comin back\n Still doin the same thing\n Yeah\n Creepin, rollin\n You know what time it is\n I'm just\n Clownin, strollin\n You know\n"},{"id":14375736,"name":"Havin Thangs","trackName":"Havin Thangs","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":290.464,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\nTime brings change and change comes with time\nThroughout these years I learned to get down for mine\nHad to do some crime with the attitude of not givin' a fuck\nBorn with no luck, refuse to stay stuck\n\nI made the bucks did what I had to, I did what I could\nMy rise to the top was no surprise 'cause I knew that I would\nMake it, oh, the chance, I had to take it\nFake it never because that nigga was too clever\n\nIf there ever was a muthafucka down for his crown\nIt had to be me the B I G M I K E, straight gee\nCome sun down, come sun up, gun up\nFor them niggas who wanna run up\n\nWhatchamacallit came up short, that nigga done what?\nFool, this big black nigga don't go for no losses\nI had to get rid of my woman, so I recruited more horses\nDown with neighborhood bosses, I made connection and rose\nLater for Eldo's and Vogue's, I just kick back and stack rolls and hoes\n\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\nTimes are changin', I'm livin' my life in and out the do', black\nLoungin' here and there, somethin' screamin' in my ear\nMichael go back home, but I ain't really sho', black\nI gots to get my shit togethter the right way, nigga, I know that\n\nComin' up short swingin' by the tail and\nThinkin' of a master plan, this nigga's bailin'\nDown the road, and I promised not to look back\nAt what I once had, what I have now, what I left and what I once took\nBlack shook that\n\nNow I'm in my own realm\nControllin shit, kickin' it, never knew life could be so damn\nWell, I got mine, everything fell in line\nTime brought change and change came with time\n\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\nLock another nigga up, throw away the fuckin' key\nThat's the way they punish me, muthafuck society\nI could spend a century in the penitentiary\nIt won't make a difference, gee, 'cause ain't nobody missin' me\n\nRound and round and round we go, a different day, a different face\nDamn, I wish I could run away, I hate this muthafuckin' place\nToo many goddamn rules, that's why I quit school\nGivin' me a crooked test, I ain't no damn fool\n\nCan't walk out my house because they always in my face\nAnd if I step outta place they wanna give me a case\nAin't no difference between society and the jailhouse\nEverybody's locked up and wanna get the hell out\n\nJust 'cause you ain't locked down you think you got it good\nBut you better think again\n'Cause the police are checkin' niggas in the neighborhood\nBeatin' our ass down\n'Cause society is just like the pen, so get ready for the lockdown\n\nClock now while you can, man\n'Cause it's all about havin things\nAnd I'ma get mine, fool\nTime brought change and change came with time\n\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\nFly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\nJust another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Havin Thangs\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 290464\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\n Time brings change and change comes with time\n Throughout these years I learned to get down for mine\n Had to do some crime with the attitude of not givin' a fuck\n Born with no luck, refuse to stay stuck\n\n I made the bucks did what I had to, I did what I could\n My rise to the top was no surprise 'cause I knew that I would\n Make it, oh, the chance, I had to take it\n Fake it never because that nigga was too clever\n\n If there ever was a muthafucka down for his crown\n It had to be me the B I G M I K E, straight gee\n Come sun down, come sun up, gun up\n For them niggas who wanna run up\n\n Whatchamacallit came up short, that nigga done what?\n Fool, this big black nigga don't go for no losses\n I had to get rid of my woman, so I recruited more horses\n Down with neighborhood bosses, I made connection and rose\n Later for Eldo's and Vogue's, I just kick back and stack rolls and hoes\n\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\n Times are changin', I'm livin' my life in and out the do', black\n Loungin' here and there, somethin' screamin' in my ear\n Michael go back home, but I ain't really sho', black\n I gots to get my shit togethter the right way, nigga, I know that\n\n Comin' up short swingin' by the tail and\n Thinkin' of a master plan, this nigga's bailin'\n Down the road, and I promised not to look back\n At what I once had, what I have now, what I left and what I once took\n Black shook that\n\n Now I'm in my own realm\n Controllin shit, kickin' it, never knew life could be so damn\n Well, I got mine, everything fell in line\n Time brought change and change came with time\n\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\n Lock another nigga up, throw away the fuckin' key\n That's the way they punish me, muthafuck society\n I could spend a century in the penitentiary\n It won't make a difference, gee, 'cause ain't nobody missin' me\n\n Round and round and round we go, a different day, a different face\n Damn, I wish I could run away, I hate this muthafuckin' place\n Too many goddamn rules, that's why I quit school\n Givin' me a crooked test, I ain't no damn fool\n\n Can't walk out my house because they always in my face\n And if I step outta place they wanna give me a case\n Ain't no difference between society and the jailhouse\n Everybody's locked up and wanna get the hell out\n\n Just 'cause you ain't locked down you think you got it good\n But you better think again\n 'Cause the police are checkin' niggas in the neighborhood\n Beatin' our ass down\n 'Cause society is just like the pen, so get ready for the lockdown\n\n Clock now while you can, man\n 'Cause it's all about havin things\n And I'ma get mine, fool\n Time brought change and change came with time\n\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n Fly hoes and chains and swingin' thangs\n Just another young nigga havin' thangs, mayn\n"},{"id":14374108,"name":"Ghetto Love","trackName":"Ghetto Love","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":181.3835,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like this\nI'm 17 and I feel I need to get my ass on out\nOf my grandmama's house\nFeelin like I don't need to obey no rules\nAnd I choose to make money and fuck hoes over school\nSo I cruise up and down the block\nWith a gang of niggas and a pocket full of motherfuckin rocks\nAnd a whole lotta game for the fiends\nCause this black-ass nigga on a mission ain't takin shorts by no means\nAnd I seen everything from hoes I used to know sellin ass\nTo motherfuckers dead from the blast movin fast\nGettin caught up in the drama\nNow I'm able to do things for my little mama\nAnd she appreciated every little bit of it\nSpendin all her time lookin out for me and shit\nLettin me know when the situation's gettin shady\nAnd I'm startin to feel love for this young lady\nCause she was downer than a motherfucker\nIn love wit a nigga like me, but yo she kept it on the undercover\nShe used to say our business ain't show business\nAnd them other bitches business ain't yo business\nSo I had to keep her close at hand\nWhile I was comin up, cause she was down with her man\nUnderstand she grew up with next to nothin\nAnd was sick of seein her shit gettin stole every month then\nCause her mama smokin up the whole house\nNow she gotta get her shit together cause she gots to roll on out\nAnd the only motherfucker showin love is her nig'\nThat's why she did the shit she did\nHit the mall, steal me and her some clothes\nHit a lick and break a nigga off some vogues\nFor my motherfuckin car\nShe looked out for me, so I looked out for her\nLike that? Yeah, it was like that\nDidn't sweat a bitch cause when I left she'd know I be right back\nWe might fight, black, but it never last long\nIf you try to come between us, nigga, get yo ass on\nLike them niggas that I hang with\nLet me know they ain't down, they tryina get at my thang and shit\nHad to know what has happenin\nWasn't like the average nigga gettin caught up in that high cappin\nWhat you got don't mean shit\nAnd I was quick to get in the mix behind my bitch\nFar from a trick, and never did she ask for shit\nEverything she got, she deserved it\nYoung love in the ghetto, hello\nKnew I had a down hoe, didn't wanna let go\nStraight based on trust\nAnd while other motherfuckers got crushed they couldn't fuck with us\nTo fuck with while we were rollin was unwise, G\nCause we were fully strapped, jammin them Isleys\n(Drifting on a memory)\nToo deep\n(Ain't no place I'd rather be)\nRollin with somethin sweet\nSo unique\nYou know where I wanna be?\nYeah\nKnow where I gotta be?\nYeah\nYou know where I'm at?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ghetto Love\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 181384\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like this\n I'm 17 and I feel I need to get my ass on out\n Of my grandmama's house\n Feelin like I don't need to obey no rules\n And I choose to make money and fuck hoes over school\n So I cruise up and down the block\n With a gang of niggas and a pocket full of motherfuckin rocks\n And a whole lotta game for the fiends\n Cause this black-ass nigga on a mission ain't takin shorts by no means\n And I seen everything from hoes I used to know sellin ass\n To motherfuckers dead from the blast movin fast\n Gettin caught up in the drama\n Now I'm able to do things for my little mama\n And she appreciated every little bit of it\n Spendin all her time lookin out for me and shit\n Lettin me know when the situation's gettin shady\n And I'm startin to feel love for this young lady\n Cause she was downer than a motherfucker\n In love wit a nigga like me, but yo she kept it on the undercover\n She used to say our business ain't show business\n And them other bitches business ain't yo business\n So I had to keep her close at hand\n While I was comin up, cause she was down with her man\n Understand she grew up with next to nothin\n And was sick of seein her shit gettin stole every month then\n Cause her mama smokin up the whole house\n Now she gotta get her shit together cause she gots to roll on out\n And the only motherfucker showin love is her nig'\n That's why she did the shit she did\n Hit the mall, steal me and her some clothes\n Hit a lick and break a nigga off some vogues\n For my motherfuckin car\n She looked out for me, so I looked out for her\n Like that? Yeah, it was like that\n Didn't sweat a bitch cause when I left she'd know I be right back\n We might fight, black, but it never last long\n If you try to come between us, nigga, get yo ass on\n Like them niggas that I hang with\n Let me know they ain't down, they tryina get at my thang and shit\n Had to know what has happenin\n Wasn't like the average nigga gettin caught up in that high cappin\n What you got don't mean shit\n And I was quick to get in the mix behind my bitch\n Far from a trick, and never did she ask for shit\n Everything she got, she deserved it\n Young love in the ghetto, hello\n Knew I had a down hoe, didn't wanna let go\n Straight based on trust\n And while other motherfuckers got crushed they couldn't fuck with us\n To fuck with while we were rollin was unwise, G\n Cause we were fully strapped, jammin them Isleys\n (Drifting on a memory)\n Too deep\n (Ain't no place I'd rather be)\n Rollin with somethin sweet\n So unique\n You know where I wanna be?\n Yeah\n Know where I gotta be?\n Yeah\n You know where I'm at?\n"},{"id":14379786,"name":"Daddy's Gone (feat. Mr. Scarface)","trackName":"Daddy's Gone (feat. Mr. Scarface)","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":273.64025,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Push, push, push, push\nPush, push, here it comes\nIt's, it's a girl\n\n1971 a young girl gave birth\nOnly a child, bringin' another child on this earth\nOnly 15 years of age\nBut comin' from the ghetto, it won't make the front page\n\nSee, that's the way shit go\nAnd to the government she ain't nothin' but another hoe\nThinkin' all she want is food stamps\nGive her a check and let her hang with the school tramps\n\nAnd mama's gettin' mad\n'Cause now she gotta watch her little girl grow up fast\nStraight ghetto life, straight ghetto drama\nWanted a baby doll, now she's somebody's mama\n\nAnd life is so confusin' to her\nAskin' herself why is this happenin' to her\nSo now she gotta choose\nBetween a box of Pampers and a pair of new tennis shoes\n\nNever had to make that choice before\nNever heard a baby's voice before\nAnd the daddy ain't nowhere to be found\nToo busy bein' a hoe around town\n\nHe just fall into another statistic\nClaimin' black men don't do shit\nBut that's the way it is\nAnd little do they know daddy also sheds tears\n\n'Cause he don't know what to do\nBe a father to his child, or run with a crew\nYou might say, easy choice, be a father\nBut why should he do it when his father didn't bother?\n\nJust another sample, I guess\nOf black men settin' bad examples\nThinkin' deep about the whole thing\nTakes his last bit of money and goes to buy a gold ring\n\nAnd asks her to marry her\nPromise to get a job, so he can carry her\nThinkin' that's the way to do it\nBut little do they know that there's much more to it\n\n'Cause marriage is demandin'\nIt takes lots of patience and understandin'\nBut they go and tie the knot anyway\nAnd they'll be gettin' their own crib any day\n\nThe first couple of months were alright\nA new crib, adaptin' to a new life\nBut then came the arguments\nAnd the constant fightin' got 'em thrown out their apartment\n\nSo now they gotta move in with her momma\nAnd that just adds to the muthafuckin' problems\n'Cause now he's feelin' like he failed\nAnd while they asleep he grabs his shit and bails\n\nSmooth out the do', black\nAnd never takes another look back\nNow grandma's house is an unhappy home\nNow that daddy's gone, daddy's gone, yeah\n\nDaddy broke before I stepped in this muthafucka\nAnd left the job to be done by my mother's mother\nRaised up by my grandmother's son\n'Cause my mark-ass daddy never came around for guidance\n\nSo now I'm forced to stand up on my own two\n'Cause mommy dear had to work three jobs, duke\nHe didn't even want my friendship\nI guess the mark-ass nigga wasn't down to begin with\n\nToo late to come around with his drunk ass\nAnd beatin' up my mom with his punk ass\nAnd shit got dread\nI guess I shouldn't talk so bad about my dad\n\nSo here it is, brothers\nIf you gon' have babies, you need to father them muthafuckas\n'Cause if you don't in due time\nYour kids'll speak about daddy exactly like I do mine\n\nSo do yourself a favor\nTake your kids to the park, buy 'em shit, and they'll pay you later\nBut paying's not the issue\nIf you'd die right now your little kids wouldn't even miss you\n\nSo put away your caddy\nCall your bitch up and tell her to make room for daddy\n'Cause if you don't you'll be alone\nAnd the only thing they'll say about daddy, is daddy is gone\nDaddy's gone, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Daddy's Gone (feat. Mr. Scarface)\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 273640\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Push, push, push, push\n Push, push, here it comes\n It's, it's a girl\n\n 1971 a young girl gave birth\n Only a child, bringin' another child on this earth\n Only 15 years of age\n But comin' from the ghetto, it won't make the front page\n\n See, that's the way shit go\n And to the government she ain't nothin' but another hoe\n Thinkin' all she want is food stamps\n Give her a check and let her hang with the school tramps\n\n And mama's gettin' mad\n 'Cause now she gotta watch her little girl grow up fast\n Straight ghetto life, straight ghetto drama\n Wanted a baby doll, now she's somebody's mama\n\n And life is so confusin' to her\n Askin' herself why is this happenin' to her\n So now she gotta choose\n Between a box of Pampers and a pair of new tennis shoes\n\n Never had to make that choice before\n Never heard a baby's voice before\n And the daddy ain't nowhere to be found\n Too busy bein' a hoe around town\n\n He just fall into another statistic\n Claimin' black men don't do shit\n But that's the way it is\n And little do they know daddy also sheds tears\n\n 'Cause he don't know what to do\n Be a father to his child, or run with a crew\n You might say, easy choice, be a father\n But why should he do it when his father didn't bother?\n\n Just another sample, I guess\n Of black men settin' bad examples\n Thinkin' deep about the whole thing\n Takes his last bit of money and goes to buy a gold ring\n\n And asks her to marry her\n Promise to get a job, so he can carry her\n Thinkin' that's the way to do it\n But little do they know that there's much more to it\n\n 'Cause marriage is demandin'\n It takes lots of patience and understandin'\n But they go and tie the knot anyway\n And they'll be gettin' their own crib any day\n\n The first couple of months were alright\n A new crib, adaptin' to a new life\n But then came the arguments\n And the constant fightin' got 'em thrown out their apartment\n\n So now they gotta move in with her momma\n And that just adds to the muthafuckin' problems\n 'Cause now he's feelin' like he failed\n And while they asleep he grabs his shit and bails\n\n Smooth out the do', black\n And never takes another look back\n Now grandma's house is an unhappy home\n Now that daddy's gone, daddy's gone, yeah\n\n Daddy broke before I stepped in this muthafucka\n And left the job to be done by my mother's mother\n Raised up by my grandmother's son\n 'Cause my mark-ass daddy never came around for guidance\n\n So now I'm forced to stand up on my own two\n 'Cause mommy dear had to work three jobs, duke\n He didn't even want my friendship\n I guess the mark-ass nigga wasn't down to begin with\n\n Too late to come around with his drunk ass\n And beatin' up my mom with his punk ass\n And shit got dread\n I guess I shouldn't talk so bad about my dad\n\n So here it is, brothers\n If you gon' have babies, you need to father them muthafuckas\n 'Cause if you don't in due time\n Your kids'll speak about daddy exactly like I do mine\n\n So do yourself a favor\n Take your kids to the park, buy 'em shit, and they'll pay you later\n But paying's not the issue\n If you'd die right now your little kids wouldn't even miss you\n\n So put away your caddy\n Call your bitch up and tell her to make room for daddy\n 'Cause if you don't you'll be alone\n And the only thing they'll say about daddy, is daddy is gone\n Daddy's gone, yeah\n"},{"id":24611125,"name":"Get Over that","trackName":"Get Over that","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":273.688125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Get over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\nGet over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n\nI ain't trippin' off these bitches, 'cause lessons in life are free\nAnd have yet to find a motherfuckin' wife for me\nTake for instance, Ebony\nShe had to be the finest hoe in H-town, but she wasn't the one for me\nShe was the friend of a ho that knew from way back before named Tanya\nI wanted to run up inside her, but unfortunately\nI never had the chance to run my dick through her motherfuckin' panties, dude\n\nAnd I never choose to lose, to play the game, I only wanted to\nBe a motherfuckin' man but she couldn't understand\nSo I had to X her ass out the plan\nThree years later, and now I got a record out\nI'm hanging out at Carringtons, she wanted me to check her out\nBut I didn't, I dissed her, 'cause she was old news\nBut her friend with the attitude was so cool\nPardon me, can I have your number? I was bashful\nHow could I not be when baby had an ass full satin panties\nIn between her ass cheeks, got her number\n\n(Did you hit it?) No need to ask me\nWe kicked it for a couple of months and everything was shiny\nUntil the hoe couldn't find me\nRan behind me, even though she wouldn't admit the shit\nWe fell out of love, so I had to quit the bitch\nAnd it woulda been like any other hoe but it was complicated\nBaby was kinda tight so I hesitated\nAnd instead of getting my roll on\nI was a stupid motherfucker and got hurt tryna hold on\n(I only wanted to be there for you and care for you forever, fool)\n\nForever fool, we folded\nI was fuckin' over her and somebody told it\nAnd all she coulda said was, \"Damn, I shoulda known it\"\nAnd me being the nigga that I am, I realize that I've blown it\nTryna be the mack over here, huh\nAnd got hit with the payback of the year\n'Cause when it came to mackin', I thought I wrote the book\nBut the book ain't tell me shit about the shoe being on the other foot\nTake a closer look, we used to be on\nBut now it's all gone anyway\n\nGet over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\nGet over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\nGet over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\nGet over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n\nSo it comes down to this, another heartbreaking moment\nOur feelings got hurt, we're feeling pissed, nobody's being missed\n'Cause even though I like to bone you, baby\nYour attitude ain't worth about shit\nSo I'ma say \"bye-bye\" to ya, rather than lie to ya\nPackin' up your shit without giving a reason why to ya\n'Cause you chose to play me rather than please me\nNow you cry 'cause you don't wanna leave me\nWell, baby, here's a tissue, look here\nNo, I won't miss you, don't cry on my shoulder, I don't wanna kiss you\n\nYou shoulda thought about it before you did it, huh\nBut you didn't, so I had to end it\nAnd, I meant it, ain't no gettin' back\nI'm 86'ing your ass like that\n'Cause ya, used to be a sweet thang\nBut now you gotta hear me sing\nAbout your ass, so bye-bye, love\nYour smile was pretty, but your attitude was shitty\nSo shitty to the point where you can keep them gold rings\nHuh, know what I'm sayin'?\n\nGet over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\nGet over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\nGet over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\nGet over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n\nGet over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\nGet over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\nGet over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\nGet over that shit, look over that shit\nPrepare yourself to run into some more of that shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.42] Get over that shit, look over that shit\n[00:14.07] Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n[00:16.89] Get over that shit, look over that shit\n[00:19.56] Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n[00:21.69] I ain't trippin' off these bitches, 'cause lessons in life are free\n[00:25.47] And have yet to find a motherfuckin' wife for me\n[00:28.35] Take for instance, Ebony\n[00:30.08] She had to be the finest hoe in H-town, but she wasn't the one for me\n[00:33.65] She was the friend of a ho that knew from way back before named Tanya\n[00:38.22] I wanted to run up inside her, but unfortunately\n[00:40.82] I never had the chance to run my dick through her motherfuckin' panties, dude\n[00:45.69] And I never choose to lose, to play the game, I only wanted to\n[00:50.58] Be a motherfuckin' man but she couldn't understand\n[00:53.15] So I had to X her ass out the plan\n[00:56.07] Three years later, and now I got a record out\n[00:58.45] I'm hanging out at Carringtons, she wanted me to check her out\n[01:01.54] But I didn't, I dissed her, 'cause she was old news\n[01:04.51] But her friend with the attitude was so cool\n[01:07.17] Pardon me, can I have your number? I was bashful\n[01:10.32] How could I not be when baby had an ass full satin panties\n[01:14.47] In between her ass cheeks, got her number\n[01:16.53] (Did you hit it?) No need to ask me\n[01:18.89] We kicked it for a couple of months and everything was shiny\n[01:21.52] Until the hoe couldn't find me\n[01:22.94] Ran behind me, even though she wouldn't admit the shit\n[01:25.73] We fell out of love, so I had to quit the bitch\n[01:29.02] And it woulda been like any other hoe but it was complicated\n[01:32.36] Baby was kinda tight so I hesitated\n[01:34.56] And instead of getting my roll on\n[01:35.66] I was a stupid motherfucker and got hurt tryna hold on\n[01:40.01] (I only wanted to be there for you and care for you forever, fool)\n[01:45.58] Forever fool, we folded\n[01:47.53] I was fuckin' over her and somebody told it\n[01:50.09] And all she coulda said was, \"Damn, I shoulda known it\"\n[01:52.63] And me being the nigga that I am, I realize that I've blown it\n[01:57.02] Tryna be the mack over here, huh\n[01:59.48] And got hit with the payback of the year\n[02:02.20] 'Cause when it came to mackin', I thought I wrote the book\n[02:05.00] But the book ain't tell me shit about the shoe being on the other foot\n[02:08.31] Take a closer look, we used to be on\n[02:10.62] But now it's all gone anyway\n[02:12.82] Get over that shit, look over that shit\n[02:15.71] Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n[02:18.30] Get over that shit, look over that shit\n[02:21.17] Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n[02:23.86] Get over that shit, look over that shit\n[02:26.75] Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n[02:29.42] Get over that shit, look over that shit\n[02:32.17] Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n[02:34.02] So it comes down to this, another heartbreaking moment\n[02:37.73] Our feelings got hurt, we're feeling pissed, nobody's being missed\n[02:41.14] 'Cause even though I like to bone you, baby\n[02:43.35] Your attitude ain't worth about shit\n[02:45.61] So I'ma say \"bye-bye\" to ya, rather than lie to ya\n[02:48.86] Packin' up your shit without giving a reason why to ya\n[02:51.88] 'Cause you chose to play me rather than please me\n[02:54.93] Now you cry 'cause you don't wanna leave me\n[02:57.86] Well, baby, here's a tissue, look here\n[02:59.76] No, I won't miss you, don't cry on my shoulder, I don't wanna kiss you\n[03:02.99] You shoulda thought about it before you did it, huh\n[03:05.72] But you didn't, so I had to end it\n[03:08.06] And, I meant it, ain't no gettin' back\n[03:10.08] I'm 86'ing your ass like that\n[03:13.05] 'Cause ya, used to be a sweet thang\n[03:17.17] But now you gotta hear me sing\n[03:19.60] About your ass, so bye-bye, love\n[03:21.87] Your smile was pretty, but your attitude was shitty\n[03:25.04] So shitty to the point where you can keep them gold rings\n[03:28.41] Huh, know what I'm sayin'?\n[03:30.17] Get over that shit, look over that shit\n[03:32.35] Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n[03:35.32] Get over that shit, look over that shit\n[03:38.10] Prepare yourself to run into some more of that 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Get over that shit, look over that shit\n start_ms: 138300\n end_ms: 141170\n- text: Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n start_ms: 141170\n end_ms: 143860\n- text: Get over that shit, look over that shit\n start_ms: 143860\n end_ms: 146750\n- text: Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n start_ms: 146750\n end_ms: 149420\n- text: Get over that shit, look over that shit\n start_ms: 149420\n end_ms: 152170\n- text: Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n start_ms: 152170\n end_ms: 154020\n- text: So it comes down to this, another heartbreaking moment\n start_ms: 154020\n end_ms: 157730\n- text: Our feelings got hurt, we're feeling pissed, nobody's being missed\n start_ms: 157730\n end_ms: 161140\n- text: '''Cause even though I like to bone you, baby'\n start_ms: 161140\n end_ms: 163350\n- text: Your attitude ain't worth about shit\n start_ms: 163350\n end_ms: 165610\n- text: So I'ma say \"bye-bye\" to ya, rather than lie to ya\n start_ms: 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199600\n- text: About your ass, so bye-bye, love\n start_ms: 199600\n end_ms: 201870\n- text: Your smile was pretty, but your attitude was shitty\n start_ms: 201870\n end_ms: 205040\n- text: So shitty to the point where you can keep them gold rings\n start_ms: 205040\n end_ms: 208410\n- text: Huh, know what I'm sayin'?\n start_ms: 208410\n end_ms: 210170\n- text: Get over that shit, look over that shit\n start_ms: 210170\n end_ms: 212350\n- text: Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n start_ms: 212350\n end_ms: 215320\n- text: Get over that shit, look over that shit\n start_ms: 215320\n end_ms: 218100\n- text: Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n start_ms: 218100\n end_ms: 220750\n- text: Get over that shit, look over that shit\n start_ms: 220750\n end_ms: 223610\n- text: Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n start_ms: 223610\n end_ms: 226370\n- text: Get over that shit, look over that shit\n start_ms: 226370\n end_ms: 228920\n- text: 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Prepare yourself to run into some more of that shit\n\n I ain't trippin' off these bitches, 'cause lessons in life are free\n And have yet to find a motherfuckin' wife for me\n Take for instance, Ebony\n She had to be the finest hoe in H-town, but she wasn't the one for me\n She was the friend of a ho that knew from way back before named Tanya\n I wanted to run up inside her, but unfortunately\n I never had the chance to run my dick through her motherfuckin' panties, dude\n\n And I never choose to lose, to play the game, I only wanted to\n Be a motherfuckin' man but she couldn't understand\n So I had to X her ass out the plan\n Three years later, and now I got a record out\n I'm hanging out at Carringtons, she wanted me to check her out\n But I didn't, I dissed her, 'cause she was old news\n But her friend with the attitude was so cool\n Pardon me, can I have your number? I was bashful\n How could I not be when baby had an ass full satin panties\n In between her ass cheeks, got her number\n\n (Did you hit it?) 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vest lay\nSouthside rollin wide-sized\nBitches say we high-side because we pass by\nYou don't speak, but she's just another freak\nCause I know my nigga been fuckin her for weeks\nAnd I rather not waste my time, I just mash out\nBlowin big smoke in the glasshouse\nTwo deep, me and my nigga O.D.\nSmokin swisher sweets comin up on Scott Street\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 2)\nI deal with the five S's before every Monday\nShit, shower and shave, and serve on Sundays\nAnd it's funny how these hoes be jockin ours\nBecause I'm rollin in a candy-blue glasshouse\nGold Shoes on my hoe\nThinkin about committin suicide cause she got fo' do's\nAnd brand-new Vogues\nAnd a trunk full of amps to hurt em at the soundshow\nBreakin em off a proper piece\nAnd the shit won't stop until the jockin cease\nSo follow me as I creep with my niggas on a flip\nMy cup overrunneth, so come and take a sip\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3)\nNow I got you interested\nAnd everybody wanna see the man, the Peterman\nLittle kids wanna be 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260000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hey, this shit is somethin serious, boy\n Check it out\n\n (Chorus)\n Creepin and rollin, you know what time it is\n Oh yeah, a brother has gotta get down for his\n\n (Verse 1)\n What's happenin, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my man?\n Once again I know what you're thinkin, once again I know what your plan\n Is, been playa-hatin a nigga like me for years\n But now I'm changin gears\n Fixin to move on, fixin to buy a brand-new home\n Polishin up my chrome\n For your ass cause I'm back up on the block\n 1994 and I ain't sellin no more rocks\n Back with a sack and niggas know I pack\n A glock, so stop before I put you on your back\n Down with S-A, the place where the best play\n Best pray if your chest ain't where your vest lay\n Southside rollin wide-sized\n Bitches say we high-side because we pass by\n You don't speak, but she's just another freak\n Cause I know my nigga been fuckin her for weeks\n And I rather not waste my 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Benz\nYou ought to be glad that I'm givin yo ass somethin\nCause it's some niggas out there that ain't givin up nothin\nThen he got a baby, but the nigga don't take care of it\nAnything I make, my baby always gets a share of it\nYeah, a young nigga tryin to make it\nAnd it's gettin harder when you're always on my back tryin to take it\nAnd it ain't even gotta be like that\nGettin at me like that ain't gon' get your fuckin pockets fat\nUsed to have some love for you, but now you're just a selfish bitch\nTakin all my money, spendin it on your self and shit\nOr that nigga that you stayin with, layin with\nBut on the real, I ain't that nigga you should be playin with\nCause when I'm dead\nAin't nobody gonna take care of another man's kids, he might, shit\nNine times out of ten they don't\nNine times out of ten them muthafuckas won't\nSo baby, pump, pump yo brakes and put a end to all them hoe games\nCause hoe games equals no game\n\n[ CHORUS: female background singer ]\nComin (comin)\nComin (comin)\nComin on the real\n(Comin on the real)\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Mike ]\nWhat's up, young fool, I see that you're anxious\nTo jack a nigga like me cause you ain't got no patience\nThink I'm rollin Daytons or maybe even Elbows\nThe only way I roll em if I catch em on sale, bro\nHuh, I'm like you, tryin to get my hustle on\nAin't got time for no muthafuckin scuffle, homes\nI'm sellin records, and you be sellin crack\nI got fans, you got the police on your back\nBut I don't knock you, cause I used to do the same\nSo don't knock me cause I'm in a different game\nSee, it's still about comin up\nStill about puttin niggas on they ass if they be runnin up\nDifferent game, same atttitude\nEverybody wanna take shots at the badder dude\nBut it don't matter, dude, on how you feel\nCause I still kick back and make a mill\nAnd that's on the real\n\n[ CHORUS ]\n\n[ VERSE 3: Big Mike ]\nShake em up and let the dice roll\nI bagged dough two times and left a nigga twicefold\nFight sole on the peewees\nBe makin em raise up when I hit seven easy\nSee me makin muthafuckas break theyself\nTo the point where they wanna shake the dice theyself\nFool, what you think this is?\nI'm 22 and I been tryin to stack bank for years\nHuh, and in my dreams I seen\nThat life ain't all about makin money and havin yo face on the scene\nIt's about bein comfortable, takin care of yours\nAnd that's what I'm strivin for\nAnd with God on my side\nAin't none of that hard to find\nAnd that's on the real\n\n[ CHORUS ]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: On da Real\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 216000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [ VERSE 1: Big Mike ]\n On the real, baby, I ain't got no ends\n Yeah, I got a record out, but I ain't got no Benz\n You ought to be glad that I'm givin yo ass somethin\n Cause it's some niggas out there that ain't givin up nothin\n Then he got a baby, but the nigga don't take care of it\n Anything I make, my baby always gets a share of it\n Yeah, a young nigga tryin to make it\n And it's gettin harder when you're always on my back tryin to take it\n And it ain't even gotta be like that\n Gettin at me like that ain't gon' get your fuckin pockets fat\n Used to have some love for you, but now you're just a selfish bitch\n Takin all my money, spendin it on your self and shit\n Or that nigga that you stayin with, layin with\n But on the real, I ain't that nigga you should be playin with\n Cause when I'm dead\n Ain't nobody gonna take care of another man's kids, he might, shit\n Nine times out of ten they don't\n Nine times out of ten them muthafuckas won't\n So baby, pump, pump yo brakes and put a end to all them hoe games\n Cause hoe games equals no game\n\n [ CHORUS: female background singer ]\n Comin (comin)\n Comin (comin)\n Comin on the real\n (Comin on the real)\n\n [ VERSE 2: Big Mike ]\n What's up, young fool, I see that you're anxious\n To jack a nigga like me cause you ain't got no patience\n Think I'm rollin Daytons or maybe even Elbows\n The only way I roll em if I catch em on sale, bro\n Huh, I'm like you, tryin to get my hustle on\n Ain't got time for no muthafuckin scuffle, homes\n I'm sellin records, and you be sellin crack\n I got fans, you got the police on your back\n But I don't knock you, cause I used to do the same\n So don't knock me cause I'm in a different game\n See, it's still about comin up\n Still about puttin niggas on they ass if they be runnin up\n Different game, same atttitude\n Everybody wanna take shots at the badder dude\n But it don't matter, dude, on how you feel\n Cause I still kick back and make a mill\n And that's on the real\n\n [ CHORUS ]\n\n [ VERSE 3: Big Mike ]\n Shake em up and let the dice roll\n I bagged dough two times and left a nigga twicefold\n Fight sole on the peewees\n Be makin em raise up when I hit seven easy\n See me makin muthafuckas break theyself\n To the point where they wanna shake the dice theyself\n Fool, what you think this is?\n I'm 22 and I been tryin to stack bank for years\n Huh, and in my dreams I seen\n That life ain't all about makin money and havin yo face on the scene\n It's about bein comfortable, takin care of yours\n And that's what I'm strivin for\n And with God on my side\n Ain't none of that hard to find\n And that's on the real\n\n [ CHORUS ]\n"},{"id":10215765,"name":"Ghetto Love","trackName":"Ghetto Love","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":179.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like this\nI'm 17 and I feel I need to get my ass on out\nOf my grandmama's house\nFeelin like I don't need to obey no rules\nAnd I choose to make money and fuck hoes over school\nSo I cruise up and down the block\nWith a gang of niggas and a pocket full of motherfuckin rocks\nAnd a whole lotta game for the fiends\nCause this black-ass nigga on a mission ain't takin shorts by no means\nAnd I seen everything from hoes I used to know sellin ass\nTo motherfuckers dead from the blast movin fast\nGettin caught up in the drama\nNow I'm able to do things for my little mama\nAnd she appreciated every little bit of it\nSpendin all her time lookin out for me and shit\nLettin me know when the situation's gettin shady\nAnd I'm startin to feel love for this young lady\nCause she was downer than a motherfucker\nIn love wit a nigga like me, but yo she kept it on the undercover\nShe used to say our business ain't show business\nAnd them other bitches business ain't yo business\nSo I had to keep her close at hand\nWhile I was comin up, cause she was down with her man\nUnderstand she grew up with next to nothin\nAnd was sick of seein her shit gettin stole every month then\nCause her mama smokin up the whole house\nNow she gotta get her shit together cause she gots to roll on out\nAnd the only motherfucker showin love is her nig'\nThat's why she did the shit she did\nHit the mall, steal me and her some clothes\nHit a lick and break a nigga off some vogues\nFor my motherfuckin car\nShe looked out for me, so I looked out for her\nLike that? Yeah, it was like that\nDidn't sweat a bitch cause when I left she'd know I be right back\nWe might fight, black, but it never last long\nIf you try to come between us, nigga, get yo ass on\nLike them niggas that I hang with\nLet me know they ain't down, they tryina get at my thang and shit\nHad to know what has happenin\nWasn't like the average nigga gettin caught up in that high cappin\nWhat you got don't mean shit\nAnd I was quick to get in the mix behind my bitch\nFar from a trick, and never did she ask for shit\nEverything she got, she deserved it\nYoung love in the ghetto, hello\nKnew I had a down hoe, didn't wanna let go\nStraight based on trust\nAnd while other motherfuckers got crushed they couldn't fuck with us\nTo fuck with while we were rollin was unwise, G\nCause we were fully strapped, jammin them Isleys\n(Drifting on a memory)\nToo deep\n(Ain't no place I'd rather be)\nRollin with somethin sweet\nSo unique\nYou know where I wanna be?\nYeah\nKnow where I gotta be?\nYeah\nYou know where I'm at?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ghetto Love\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 179000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like this\n I'm 17 and I feel I need to get my ass on out\n Of my grandmama's house\n Feelin like I don't need to obey no rules\n And I choose to make money and fuck hoes over school\n So I cruise up and down the block\n With a gang of niggas and a pocket full of motherfuckin rocks\n And a whole lotta game for the fiends\n Cause this black-ass nigga on a mission ain't takin shorts by no means\n And I seen everything from hoes I used to know sellin ass\n To motherfuckers dead from the blast movin fast\n Gettin caught up in the drama\n Now I'm able to do things for my little mama\n And she appreciated every little bit of it\n Spendin all her time lookin out for me and shit\n Lettin me know when the situation's gettin shady\n And I'm startin to feel love for this young lady\n Cause she was downer than a motherfucker\n In love wit a nigga like me, but yo she kept it on the undercover\n She used to say our business ain't show business\n And them other bitches business ain't yo business\n So I had to keep her close at hand\n While I was comin up, cause she was down with her man\n Understand she grew up with next to nothin\n And was sick of seein her shit gettin stole every month then\n Cause her mama smokin up the whole house\n Now she gotta get her shit together cause she gots to roll on out\n And the only motherfucker showin love is her nig'\n That's why she did the shit she did\n Hit the mall, steal me and her some clothes\n Hit a lick and break a nigga off some vogues\n For my motherfuckin car\n She looked out for me, so I looked out for her\n Like that? Yeah, it was like that\n Didn't sweat a bitch cause when I left she'd know I be right back\n We might fight, black, but it never last long\n If you try to come between us, nigga, get yo ass on\n Like them niggas that I hang with\n Let me know they ain't down, they tryina get at my thang and shit\n Had to know what has happenin\n Wasn't like the average nigga gettin caught up in that high cappin\n What you got don't mean shit\n And I was quick to get in the mix behind my bitch\n Far from a trick, and never did she ask for shit\n Everything she got, she deserved it\n Young love in the ghetto, hello\n Knew I had a down hoe, didn't wanna let go\n Straight based on trust\n And while other motherfuckers got crushed they couldn't fuck with us\n To fuck with while we were rollin was unwise, G\n Cause we were fully strapped, jammin them Isleys\n (Drifting on a memory)\n Too deep\n (Ain't no place I'd rather be)\n Rollin with somethin sweet\n So unique\n You know where I wanna be?\n Yeah\n Know where I gotta be?\n Yeah\n You know where I'm at?\n"},{"id":10222762,"name":"World of Mind","trackName":"World of Mind","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nThe ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mind\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nSome doin' good and others doin' evil\n\nI heard somebody say I'll do anything nowaday to make a buck\n'Cos niggas are dyin' and nobody gives a muthafuck\nAnd you be wantin' to trip when I be talkin' about murder and thangs\nI think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of mine\n\nWhat goes on in the neighborhood\nEast coast, West coast, ain't sh*t turnin' out good\nSometimes I wanna cry\nAnd straight put the 9 to my muthafuckin' dome and let the bullets fly\n\nBut mama said I'm too strong to break down\nAnd I'm caught up in another drug shake-down\n'Cos they think I'm sellin' birds\nBut I'm workin' 9 to 5 and still ain't gettin' what I deserve\n\nSo who's fuckin' who\nIs it that white man or the black man standin' next to you?\nSee, most blacks can't handle power\nGet paid and get to changin' by the hour\n\nClosin' all the doors\nGot a little paper, now they wanna treat they people like hoes\nNow after takin' a look at that\nHow the fuck you think the white man is supposed to act\n\nSee we can't check the pecker wood\nIf we can't treat our own fuckin' people good\nWe wanna pick the fruit, but the fruit ain't ripe\nYeah, now who got the right to write\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nThe ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mind\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nSome doin' good and others doin' evil\n\nNiggas are gettin' fooled by the president's plan\nIn jail they got a president, but they call him the boss man\nThe boss man is prejudiced, hurtin' 'em with politics\nBetter let 'em out quick or they gon' cause a riot, bitch\n\nEven if you lock the door they still got the power\n'Cos the fuckin' white house reminds 'em of the watch tower\nThe man is watchin' over us, steady controllin' us\nAnd if we make a move he's ready to put a hole in us\n\nEvery time I step he's always around me\nTo tell the fuckin' truth, I feel safer in the county\nAt least in jail I know what I'm up against\nBut everything is a muthafuckin' mystery outside the fence\n\nThinkin' that we made it, but we ain't made it yet\nAnd it's gettin' harder 'cos the man ain't givin' up shit, bet\nSteady lettin' us down\nAnd ain't nobody helpin' us out\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nThe ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mind\nEverything is lookin' peaceful\nI'm checkin' out these people\nSome doin' good and others doin' evil\n\nYeah, a new beginning, yeah\nBig Mike, yeah, comin' from that swamp\nYou know, just kickin' it how I feel\nThat's on the real","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: World of Mind\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 317000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Now as I flip through this world of mine\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n The ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mind\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n Some doin' good and others doin' evil\n\n I heard somebody say I'll do anything nowaday to make a buck\n 'Cos niggas are dyin' and nobody gives a muthafuck\n And you be wantin' to trip when I be talkin' about murder and thangs\n I think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of mine\n\n What goes on in the neighborhood\n East coast, West coast, ain't sh*t turnin' out good\n Sometimes I wanna cry\n And straight put the 9 to my muthafuckin' dome and let the bullets fly\n\n But mama said I'm too strong to break down\n And I'm caught up in another drug shake-down\n 'Cos they think I'm sellin' birds\n But I'm workin' 9 to 5 and still ain't gettin' what I deserve\n\n So who's fuckin' who\n Is it that white man or the black man standin' next to you?\n See, most blacks can't handle power\n Get paid and get to changin' by the hour\n\n Closin' all the doors\n Got a little paper, now they wanna treat they people like hoes\n Now after takin' a look at that\n How the fuck you think the white man is supposed to act\n\n See we can't check the pecker wood\n If we can't treat our own fuckin' people good\n We wanna pick the fruit, but the fruit ain't ripe\n Yeah, now who got the right to write\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mine\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n The ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mind\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n Some doin' good and others doin' evil\n\n Niggas are gettin' fooled by the president's plan\n In jail they got a president, but they call him the boss man\n The boss man is prejudiced, hurtin' 'em with politics\n Better let 'em out quick or they gon' cause a riot, bitch\n\n Even if you lock the door they still got the power\n 'Cos the fuckin' white house reminds 'em of the watch tower\n The man is watchin' over us, steady controllin' us\n And if we make a move he's ready to put a hole in us\n\n Every time I step he's always around me\n To tell the fuckin' truth, I feel safer in the county\n At least in jail I know what I'm up against\n But everything is a muthafuckin' mystery outside the fence\n\n Thinkin' that we made it, but we ain't made it yet\n And it's gettin' harder 'cos the man ain't givin' up shit, bet\n Steady lettin' us down\n And ain't nobody helpin' us out\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mine\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n The ones that's doin' good and the ones that's doin' evil\n\n Now as I flip through this world of mind\n Everything is lookin' peaceful\n I'm checkin' out these people\n Some doin' good and others doin' evil\n\n Yeah, a new beginning, yeah\n Big Mike, yeah, comin' from that swamp\n You know, just kickin' it how I feel\n That's on the real\n"},{"id":12375627,"name":"Havin Thangs","trackName":"Havin Thangs","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hmm, heh, stay wiv me\nChorus:\nLoud house and chains and swangin thangs (I gots ta have it)\nJust another young nigga havin thangs made\nTime plans change and change comes with time\nThroughout these years I learned to get down for mine\nHad to do some crime\nWith the attitude of not givin a fuck\nBorn with no luck, refuse to stay stuck\nI make the bucks\nDid what I had to, I did what I could\nMy rise to the top was no surprise 'cause I knew dat I would\nmake it, oh, the chance I had to take it\nFake it, never\nbecause that nigga was too clever\nIf there ever was a motherfuckin die for his crime\nit had to be me, the be\t-I-G Mike and he straight G\nCome sun down, come sun up, gun up\nfor dem niggas who want to run up\nwishin my colly came up short, that nigga done what?\nFool, you think black nigga don't go for no losses\nI had ta get rid of my runners so I recruited mo' horses\nDown wit neighbourhood bouncers I made a connection in rows\nLaid up with elbows in vogues\nI just kick back and stack rows and hoes\nChorus:\nLoud house and chains and swangin thangs (Stay wiv me)\nJust another young nigga havin thangs made (I gots ta have it)\nLoud house and chains and swangin thangs (All my stuff here like that)\nJust another young nigga havin thangs made\nTimes are changin, I'm livin my life in and out the dope, black!\nLoungin here and there somethin screamin in my ear\n\"Michael go back home!\" but I ain't really sure, black\nI gots ta get my shit together the right way, nigga I know that\nComin up short, swangin by the tail-in\nThinkin of a masterplan, this nigga's bailin\ndown the road and I promise not to look back\nat what I once had, what I have now, would've left left when I was two,\nblack\nShook that, now I'm in my own realm\nControllin shit, kickin it, never knew life could be so damn well\nI got mine, everything feelin lime\nTime for a change and change comes with time\nChorus:\nLoud house and chains and swangin thangs (They done)\nJust another young nigga havin thangs made (Hmm!)\nLoud house and chains and swangin thangs (Fool!)\nJust another young nigga havin thangs made\nLock another nigga up, throw away the fuckin key\nThat's the way they punish me, motherfuck society\nI can spend a century in a penetentiary\nit won't make a difference G\n'cause ain't nobody missin me\nRound and round and round we go, a diff'rent day, a diff'rent face\nDamn I wish I could run away, I hate this motherfuckin place\nToo many goddamn rules that's why I quit school\nGivin me a quickie test, I ain't no damn fool\nCan't walk out my house because they always in my face\nAnd if I step outta place, they want to give me a case\nAin't no difference between society and a jail house\nEverybody's locked up and want to get the hell out\nJust 'cause you ain't locked down you think you got it good\nbut you better think again 'cause the police are checkin niggas in the\nneighbourhood\nbeatin our ass down\n'cause society is just like the pen so get ready for the lock-down\nClock now while you can, man huh\n'cause it's all about havin thangs\nAn' I'ma get mine fool!\nTime for a change and change changes with time\nChorus:\nLoud house and chains and swangin thangs (Hmm)\nJust another young nigga havin thangs made\n*repeat x 4*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Havin Thangs\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n duration_ms: 288000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: \"Hmm, heh, stay wiv me\\nChorus:\\nLoud house and chains and swangin thangs (I gots ta have it)\\nJust another young nigga havin thangs made\\nTime plans change and change comes with time\\nThroughout these years I learned to get down for mine\\nHad to do some crime\\nWith the attitude of not givin a fuck\\nBorn with no luck, refuse to stay stuck\\nI make the bucks\\nDid what I had to, I did what I could\\nMy rise to the top was no surprise 'cause I knew dat I would\\nmake it, oh, the chance I had to take it\\nFake it, never\\nbecause that nigga was too clever\\nIf there ever was a motherfuckin die for his crime\\nit had to be me, the be\\t-I-G Mike and he straight G\\nCome sun down, come sun up, gun up\\nfor dem niggas who want to run up\\nwishin my colly came up short, that nigga done what?\\nFool, you think black nigga don't go for no losses\\nI had ta get rid of my runners so I recruited mo' horses\\nDown wit neighbourhood bouncers I made a connection in rows\\nLaid up with elbows in vogues\\nI just kick back and stack rows and hoes\\nChorus:\\nLoud house and chains and swangin thangs (Stay wiv me)\\nJust another young nigga havin thangs made (I gots ta have it)\\nLoud house and chains and swangin thangs (All my stuff here like that)\\nJust another young nigga havin thangs made\\nTimes are changin, I'm livin my life in and out the dope, black!\\nLoungin here and there somethin screamin in my ear\\n\\\"Michael go back home!\\\" but I ain't really sure, black\\nI gots ta get my shit together the right way, nigga I know that\\nComin up short, swangin by the tail-in\\nThinkin of a masterplan, this nigga's bailin\\ndown the road and I promise not to look back\\nat what I once had, what I have now, would've left left when I was two,\\nblack\\nShook that, now I'm in my own realm\\nControllin shit, kickin it, never knew life could be so damn well\\nI got mine, everything feelin lime\\nTime for a change and change comes with time\\nChorus:\\nLoud house and chains and swangin thangs (They done)\\nJust another young nigga havin thangs made (Hmm!)\\nLoud house and chains and swangin thangs (Fool!)\\nJust another young nigga havin thangs made\\nLock another nigga up, throw away the fuckin key\\nThat's the way they punish me, motherfuck society\\nI can spend a century in a penetentiary\\nit won't make a difference G\\n'cause ain't nobody missin me\\nRound and round and round we go, a diff'rent day, a diff'rent face\\nDamn I wish I could run away, I hate this motherfuckin place\\nToo many goddamn rules that's why I quit school\\nGivin me a quickie test, I ain't no damn fool\\nCan't walk out my house because they always in my face\\nAnd if I step outta place, they want to give me a case\\nAin't no difference between society and a jail house\\nEverybody's locked up and want to get the hell out\\nJust 'cause you ain't locked down you think you got it good\\nbut you better think again 'cause the police are checkin niggas in the\\nneighbourhood\\nbeatin our ass down\\n'cause society is just like the pen so get ready for the lock-down\\nClock now while you can, man huh\\n'cause it's all about havin thangs\\nAn' I'ma get mine fool!\\nTime for a change and change changes with time\\nChorus:\\nLoud house and chains and swangin thangs (Hmm)\\nJust another young nigga havin thangs made\\n*repeat x 4*\"\n"},{"id":36727786,"name":"World of Mine","trackName":"World of Mine","artistName":"Big Mike","albumName":"Somethin' Serious","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey, yeah\nCome here\nWhat's happening?\nIt's your boy\nHolla at me\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is looking peaceful\nI'm checking out these people\nThe ones that's doing good and the ones that's doing evil\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is looking peaceful\nI'm checking out these people\nSome doing good, and others doing evil\n\nI heard somebody say I'll do anything nowaday to make a buck\n'Cause niggas are dying and nobody gives a motherfucking\nYou be wanting to trip when I be talking about murdering things\nI think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of me\nWhat goes on in the neighborhood\nEast coast, West coast, ain't shit turning out good, uh\n\nSometimes I wanna cry\nAnd straight put the .9 to my motherfucking dome and let the bullets fly\nBut Mama said I'm too strong to break down\nAnd I'm caught up in another drug shakedown\n'Cause they think I'm selling birds\nBut I'm working nine to five and still ain't getting what I deserve\nSo who's fucking who?\nIs it that white man or the black man standing next to you?\nSee most blacks can't handle power, get paid\nAnd get to changing by the hour, huh\n\nClosing all the doors\nGot a little paper now they wanna treat they people like hos\nNow after taking a look at that\nHow the fuck you think the white man is supposed to act?\nSee we can't check a peck of wood, huh\nIf we can't treat our own fucking people good\nWe wanna pick the fruit, but the fruit ain't ripe\nYeah, now who got the right to write\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is looking peaceful\nI'm checking out these people\nThe ones that's doing good and the ones that's doing evil\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is looking peaceful\nI'm checking out these people\nSome doing good, and others doing evil\n\nNiggas are getting fooled by the president's plan\nIn jail, they got a president, but they call him the boss man\nThe boss man is prejudice, hurting 'em with politics\nBetter let 'em out quick or they gon' cause a riot, bitch\nEven if you let them go, they still got the power\n'Cause the fucking White House reminds 'em of the watch tower\nThe man is watching over us, steady controlling us\nAnd if we make a move, he's ready to put a hole in us\n\nEvery time I step, he's always around me\nTo tell the fucking truth, I feel safer in the county\nAt least in jail, I know what I'm up against\nBut everything is a motherfucking mystery outside the fence\nThinking that we made it, but we ain't made it yet\nAnd it's getting harder 'cause the man ain't giving up shit, bet\nHuh, steady letting us down\nAnd ain't nobody helping us out\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is looking peaceful\nI'm checking out these people\nThe ones that's doing good and the ones that's doing evil\n\nNow as I flip through this world of mine\nEverything is looking peaceful\nI'm checking out these people\nSome doing good, and others doing evil\n\nYeah, uh, a new beginning, yeah\nBig Mike, yeah\nComing from that swamp, you know\nJust kicking it how I feel\nAnd that's on the real","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.78] Hey, yeah\n[00:06.43] Come here\n[00:08.29] What's happening?\n[00:09.76] It's your boy\n[00:11.26] Holla at me\n[00:13.11] Now as I flip through this world of mine\n[00:15.68] Everything is looking peaceful\n[00:18.77] I'm checking out these people\n[00:22.09] The ones that's doing good and the ones that's doing evil\n[00:25.51] Now as I flip through this world of mine\n[00:27.90] Everything is looking peaceful\n[00:31.42] I'm checking out these people\n[00:34.49] Some doing good, and others doing evil\n[00:37.56] I heard somebody say I'll do anything nowaday to make a buck\n[00:41.82] 'Cause niggas are dying and nobody gives a motherfucking\n[00:44.73] You be wanting to trip when I be talking about murdering things\n[00:48.15] I think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of me\n[00:51.00] What goes on in the neighborhood\n[00:53.41] East coast, West coast, ain't shit turning out good, uh\n[00:57.64] Sometimes I wanna cry\n[00:59.60] And straight put the .9 to my motherfucking dome and let the bullets fly\n[01:04.14] But Mama said I'm too strong to break down\n[01:06.92] And I'm caught up in another drug shakedown\n[01:10.27] 'Cause they think I'm selling birds\n[01:12.32] But I'm working nine to five and still ain't getting what I deserve\n[01:16.43] So who's fucking who?\n[01:18.32] Is it that white man or the black man standing next to you?\n[01:22.43] See most blacks can't handle power, get paid\n[01:26.41] And get to changing by the hour, huh\n[01:29.14] Closing all the doors\n[01:30.78] Got a little paper now they wanna treat they people like hos\n[01:35.20] Now after taking a look at that\n[01:37.38] How the fuck you think the white man is supposed to act?\n[01:41.18] See we can't check a peck of wood, huh\n[01:44.45] If we can't treat our own fucking people good\n[01:47.94] We wanna pick the fruit, but the fruit ain't ripe\n[01:50.89] Yeah, now who got the right to write\n[01:52.94] Now as I flip through this world of mine\n[01:55.31] Everything is looking peaceful\n[01:58.69] I'm checking out these people\n[02:01.85] The ones that's doing good and the ones that's doing evil\n[02:05.32] Now as I flip through this world of mine\n[02:07.92] Everything is looking peaceful\n[02:11.24] I'm checking out these people\n[02:14.19] Some doing good, and others doing evil\n[02:17.54] Niggas are getting fooled by the president's plan\n[02:20.68] In jail, they got a president, but they call him the boss man\n[02:23.84] The boss man is prejudice, hurting 'em with politics\n[02:26.94] Better let 'em out quick or they gon' cause a riot, bitch\n[02:30.29] Even if you let them go, they still got the power\n[02:33.29] 'Cause the fucking White House reminds 'em of the watch tower\n[02:36.25] The man is watching over us, steady controlling us\n[02:39.15] And if we make a move, he's ready to put a hole in us\n[02:42.51] Every time I step, he's always around me\n[02:45.53] To tell the fucking truth, I feel safer in the county\n[02:48.66] At least in jail, I know what I'm up against\n[02:51.75] But everything is a motherfucking mystery outside the fence\n[02:55.15] Thinking that we made it, but we ain't made it yet\n[02:58.00] And it's getting harder 'cause the man ain't giving up shit, bet\n[03:02.36] Huh, steady letting us down\n[03:04.90] And ain't nobody helping us out\n[03:07.79] Now as I flip through this world of mine\n[03:10.46] Everything is looking peaceful\n[03:13.48] I'm checking out these people\n[03:16.77] The ones that's doing good and the ones that's doing evil\n[03:20.32] Now as I flip through this world of mine\n[03:22.72] Everything is looking peaceful\n[03:26.17] I'm checking out these people\n[03:29.36] Some doing good, and others doing evil\n[03:36.04] Yeah, uh, a new beginning, yeah\n[03:46.56] Big Mike, yeah\n[03:49.61] Coming from that swamp, you know\n[03:53.86] Just kicking it how I feel\n[03:56.18] And that's on the real\n[03:58.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: World of Mine\n artist: Big Mike\n album: Somethin' Serious\n 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