[{"id":25160761,"name":"Looking Down the Barrel","trackName":"Looking Down the Barrel","artistName":"Black Moon feat. 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Sean Price\n  album: Total Eclipse\n  duration_ms: 237173\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum\" [x2]\n  [Buckshot]\n  BD bubble up like a branded tattoo\n  Outlandish and got plans to get at you\n  Rap dudes, but half dudes really think that I\n  Fell off, you can get the ball to your left eye\n  Look, ball or crook, where I'm from\n  If a nigga is shook, they call him a mook\n  You guessed it, the Brook, let's him them books\n  And read a classic, Jimmy 'Fly' Snuk', give me mines look\n  Pots is not the reason that I'm out this time\n  For a moment in time, I'm takin' your shine\n  If we was a gun, you an uzi, I'm a nine\n  But I'm accurate, one shell will fill your inside\n  An my life skates, on anybody, anytime\n  Everywhere, everybody, any place\n  It could be a rhyme state, and we could battle for first place\n  But the loser gettin' two in the face\n  [Chorus x2: sample (Buckshot)]\n  \"Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum\"\n  (And you won't have a second to learn\n  Or you ain't have a second to turn\n  Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm)\n  [Buckshot]\n  I paint the picture like a painter with no brush\n  We not the average, what goes with us\n  Let's see, gassious, bullet wounds and cuts\n  Rest time for the Moon is up, fix ya tomb and buck\n  Little fuck, attitude, bossy\n  Only thing missing is the coffee\n  But of course, each are free, at the age 10\n  Seen my first coffin, but I was sharp like cleets\n  So I, stuck with the plan, fuck with the fan\n  Got a label, plus an office, and a custom van\n  But that ain't interrupt the scan\n  Cuz with no deal, my Set Dip like we fuck with Cam\n  Bucktown to Uptown, Brooklyn to Manhattan\n  We make records, you make raps, so stand back\n  You not on my league, not on our level, either homey\n  Please, little homey, you'll be\n  [Chorus x2]\n  [Sean Price]\n  Aiyo, gun on my left and knife on my right\n  One in your neck is slicin' your wife\n  Then I, get away clean, put away cream\n  Cuz niggaz might start hatin', violatin' the team\n  I'm blastin' the hatred, I'm blastin' the ancient\n  Niggaz feelin' afridavits, off some faggoty gay shit\n  Go, four-four, nines snatchin' you bracelets\n  I ain't slow ho, listen, that's the matrix\n  Ok, I got mine, you get yours\n  Fuck you take ten paces, turn around and draw\n  Squeeze, glock gotta spray, Doc Holiday, nigga\n  I'm your huckleberry, plus don't give a fuck if any\n  Nigga, get line and learn, motherfucker is you out your mind?\n  I will beat fire and flame, when the fire today\n  Leave you laid out for the doctor to rewire your brain, P!\n  [Chorus x4]\n"},{"id":13742149,"name":"Looking Down The Barrel feat. 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Black Moon\n  artist: Sean Price\n  album: Ruck The Industry 2CD (Bootleg)\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum\" [x2]\n  [Buckshot]\n  BD bubble up like a branded tattoo\n  Outlandish and got plans to get at you\n  Rap dudes, but half dudes really think that I\n  Fell off, you can get the ball to your left eye\n  Look, ball or crook, where I'm from\n  If a nigga is shook, they call him a mook\n  You guessed it, the Brook, let's him them books\n  And read a classic, Jimmy 'Fly' Snuk', give me mines look\n  Pots is not the reason that I'm out this time\n  For a moment in time, I'm takin' your shine\n  If we was a gun, you an uzi, I'm a nine\n  But I'm accurate, one shell will fill your inside\n  An my life skates, on anybody, anytime\n  Everywhere, everybody, any place\n  It could be a rhyme state, and we could battle for first place\n  But the loser gettin' two in the face\n  [Chorus x2: sample (Buckshot)]\n  \"Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum\"\n  (And you won't have a second to learn\n  Or you ain't have a second to turn\n  Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm)\n  [Buckshot]\n  I paint the picture like a painter with no brush\n  We not the average, what goes with us\n  Let's see, gassious, bullet wounds and cuts\n  Rest time for the Moon is up, fix ya tomb and buck\n  Little fuck, attitude, bossy\n  Only thing missing is the coffee\n  But of course, each are free, at the age 10\n  Seen my first coffin, but I was sharp like cleets\n  So I, stuck with the plan, fuck with the fan\n  Got a label, plus an office, and a custom van\n  But that ain't interrupt the scan\n  Cuz with no deal, my Set Dip like we fuck with Cam\n  Bucktown to Uptown, Brooklyn to Manhattan\n  We make records, you make raps, so stand back\n  You not on my league, not on our level, either homey\n  Please, little homey, you'll be\n  [Chorus x2]\n  [Sean Price]\n  Aiyo, gun on my left and knife on my right\n  One in your neck is slicin' your wife\n  Then I, get away clean, put away cream\n  Cuz niggaz might start hatin', violatin' the team\n  I'm blastin' the hatred, I'm blastin' the ancient\n  Niggaz feelin' afridavits, off some faggoty gay shit\n  Go, four-four, nines snatchin' you bracelets\n  I ain't slow ho, listen, that's the matrix\n  Ok, I got mine, you get yours\n  Fuck you take ten paces, turn around and draw\n  Squeeze, glock gotta spray, Doc Holiday, nigga\n  I'm your huckleberry, plus don't give a fuck if any\n  Nigga, get line and learn, motherfucker is you out your mind?\n  I will beat fire and flame, when the fire today\n  Leave you laid out for the doctor to rewire your brain, P!\n  [Chorus x4]\n"}]