[{"id":297226,"name":"Done Did It","trackName":"Done Did It","artistName":"BlakRoc","albumName":"Blakroc","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse One - NOE)\nYeah I settle back into the breeze\nGet my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\nCheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\nI'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\nThe airport, the four point Sheraton\nHoldin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\nHe better come get it, a friend is a friend\nBut if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\nI done did it\nThe game and the critic\nPuttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\nIm acidic when the cigar is litted\nI'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\nI can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\nI'm still swampy\nBitches still want me\nThe impact I had on the block\nIt still haunts me\nSo many beards in the game going grey\nThe body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\nStreets ain't a place, it's a thought\nCan't make long money when niggas tempers is short\nI can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse\nBut I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n(Verse Two - NOE)\nDamn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\nSame ones who helped me trap figures in the street\nFrom the spirit and beyond, they agree\nWealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\nI thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\nBut the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\nI knew smart well, structured a new cartel\nThey gave me that new car smell\n\nVain, with a deep sharp pain\nOGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\nPokerface in the middle of a drop off\nKeep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\nI'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\nOr get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\nSituations is dire I'm not a new buyer\nGet it or you can feel the like\n\n(Verse Three - NOE)\nYou niggas joke with your money\nSit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\nLike everythings chummy\nOk, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\nThats funny, get ghost with your money\nAnd bring the game a whole new approach with your money\nSee you niggas rather boast with your money\nAnd see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\nI sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n'Cause it rules over life and the doom\nClean with the vest, I stress, invest\nA drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\nYeah I settled back into the beat\nWith the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\nNow back in the street\nMy young boys are askin to eat\nTough guy you ain't lastin' a week","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Done Did It\n  artist: BlakRoc\n  album: Blakroc\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Verse One - NOE)\n  Yeah I settle back into the breeze\n  Get my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\n  Cheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\n  I'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\n  The airport, the four point Sheraton\n  Holdin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\n  He better come get it, a friend is a friend\n  But if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\n  I done did it\n  The game and the critic\n  Puttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\n  Im acidic when the cigar is litted\n  I'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\n  I can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\n  I'm still swampy\n  Bitches still want me\n  The impact I had on the block\n  It still haunts me\n  So many beards in the game going grey\n  The body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\n  Streets ain't a place, it's a thought\n  Can't make long money when niggas tempers is short\n  I can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse\n  But I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n  (Verse Two - NOE)\n  Damn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\n  Same ones who helped me trap figures in the street\n  From the spirit and beyond, they agree\n  Wealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\n  I thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\n  But the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\n  I knew smart well, structured a new cartel\n  They gave me that new car smell\n\n  Vain, with a deep sharp pain\n  OGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\n  Pokerface in the middle of a drop off\n  Keep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\n  I'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\n  Or get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\n  Situations is dire I'm not a new buyer\n  Get it or you can feel the like\n\n  (Verse Three - NOE)\n  You niggas joke with your money\n  Sit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\n  Like everythings chummy\n  Ok, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\n  Thats funny, get ghost with your money\n  And bring the game a whole new approach with your money\n  See you niggas rather boast with your money\n  And see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\n  I sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n  'Cause it rules over life and the doom\n  Clean with the vest, I stress, invest\n  A drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\n  Yeah I settled back into the beat\n  With the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\n  Now back in the street\n  My young boys are askin to eat\n  Tough guy you ain't lastin' a week\n"},{"id":18927597,"name":"Done Did It","trackName":"Done Did It","artistName":"Blakroc","albumName":"Blakroc","duration":198.713469,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse One - NOE)\nYeah I settle back into the breeze\nGet my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\nCheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\nI'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\nThe airport, the four point Sheraton\nHoldin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\nHe better come get it, a friend is a friend\nBut if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\nI done did it\nThe game and the critic\nPuttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\nIm acidic when the cigar is litted\nI'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\nI can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\nI'm still swampy\nBitches still want me\nThe impact I had on the block\nIt still haunts me\nSo many beards in the game going grey\nThe body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\nStreets ain't a place, it's a thought\nCan't make long money when niggas tempers is short\nI can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse\nBut I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n(Verse Two - NOE)\nDamn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\nSame ones who helped me trap figures in the street\nFrom the spirit and beyond, they agree\nWealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\nI thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\nBut the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\nI knew smart well, structured a new cartel\nThey gave me that new car smell\n\nVain, with a deep sharp pain\nOGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\nPokerface in the middle of a drop off\nKeep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\nI'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\nOr get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\nSituations is dire I'm not a new buyer\nGet it or you can feel the like\n\n(Verse Three - NOE)\nYou niggas joke with your money\nSit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\nLike everythings chummy\nOk, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\nThats funny, get ghost with your money\nAnd bring the game a whole new approach with your money\nSee you niggas rather boast with your money\nAnd see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\nI sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n'Cause it rules over life and the doom\nClean with the vest, I stress, invest\nA drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\nYeah I settled back into the beat\nWith the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\nNow back in the street\nMy young boys are askin to eat\nTough guy you ain't lastin' a week","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Done Did It\n  artist: Blakroc\n  album: Blakroc\n  duration_ms: 198713\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Verse One - NOE)\n  Yeah I settle back into the breeze\n  Get my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\n  Cheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\n  I'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\n  The airport, the four point Sheraton\n  Holdin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\n  He better come get it, a friend is a friend\n  But if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\n  I done did it\n  The game and the critic\n  Puttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\n  Im acidic when the cigar is litted\n  I'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\n  I can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\n  I'm still swampy\n  Bitches still want me\n  The impact I had on the block\n  It still haunts me\n  So many beards in the game going grey\n  The body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\n  Streets ain't a place, it's a thought\n  Can't make long money when niggas tempers is short\n  I can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse\n  But I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n  (Verse Two - NOE)\n  Damn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\n  Same ones who helped me trap figures in the street\n  From the spirit and beyond, they agree\n  Wealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\n  I thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\n  But the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\n  I knew smart well, structured a new cartel\n  They gave me that new car smell\n\n  Vain, with a deep sharp pain\n  OGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\n  Pokerface in the middle of a drop off\n  Keep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\n  I'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\n  Or get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\n  Situations is dire I'm not a new buyer\n  Get it or you can feel the like\n\n  (Verse Three - NOE)\n  You niggas joke with your money\n  Sit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\n  Like everythings chummy\n  Ok, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\n  Thats funny, get ghost with your money\n  And bring the game a whole new approach with your money\n  See you niggas rather boast with your money\n  And see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\n  I sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n  'Cause it rules over life and the doom\n  Clean with the vest, I stress, invest\n  A drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\n  Yeah I settled back into the beat\n  With the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\n  Now back in the street\n  My young boys are askin to eat\n  Tough guy you ain't lastin' a week\n"},{"id":23819197,"name":"Done Did It","trackName":"Done Did It","artistName":"Blakroc","albumName":"Blakroc","duration":209.5084544,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse One - NOE)\nYeah I settle back into the breeze\nGet my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\nCheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\nI'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\nThe airport, the four point Sheraton\nHoldin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\nHe better come get it, a friend is a friend\nBut if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\nI done did it\nThe game and the critic\nPuttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\nIm acidic when the cigar is litted\nI'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\nI can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\nI'm still swampy\nBitches still want me\nThe impact I had on the block\nIt still haunts me\nSo many beards in the game going grey\nThe body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\nStreets ain't a place, it's a thought\nCan't make long money when niggas tempers is short\nI can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse\nBut I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n(Verse Two - NOE)\nDamn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\nSame ones who helped me trap figures in the street\nFrom the spirit and beyond, they agree\nWealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\nI thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\nBut the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\nI knew smart well, structured a new cartel\nThey gave me that new car smell\n\nVain, with a deep sharp pain\nOGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\nPokerface in the middle of a drop off\nKeep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\nI'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\nOr get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\nSituations is dire I'm not a new buyer\nGet it or you can feel the like\n\n(Verse Three - NOE)\nYou niggas joke with your money\nSit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\nLike everythings chummy\nOk, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\nThats funny, get ghost with your money\nAnd bring the game a whole new approach with your money\nSee you niggas rather boast with your money\nAnd see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\nI sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n'Cause it rules over life and the doom\nClean with the vest, I stress, invest\nA drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\nYeah I settled back into the beat\nWith the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\nNow back in the street\nMy young boys are askin to eat\nTough guy you ain't lastin' a week","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Done Did It\n  artist: Blakroc\n  album: Blakroc\n  duration_ms: 209508\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Verse One - NOE)\n  Yeah I settle back into the breeze\n  Get my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\n  Cheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\n  I'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\n  The airport, the four point Sheraton\n  Holdin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\n  He better come get it, a friend is a friend\n  But if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\n  I done did it\n  The game and the critic\n  Puttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\n  Im acidic when the cigar is litted\n  I'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\n  I can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\n  I'm still swampy\n  Bitches still want me\n  The impact I had on the block\n  It still haunts me\n  So many beards in the game going grey\n  The body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\n  Streets ain't a place, it's a thought\n  Can't make long money when niggas tempers is short\n  I can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse\n  But I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n  (Verse Two - NOE)\n  Damn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\n  Same ones who helped me trap figures in the street\n  From the spirit and beyond, they agree\n  Wealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\n  I thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\n  But the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\n  I knew smart well, structured a new cartel\n  They gave me that new car smell\n\n  Vain, with a deep sharp pain\n  OGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\n  Pokerface in the middle of a drop off\n  Keep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\n  I'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\n  Or get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\n  Situations is dire I'm not a new buyer\n  Get it or you can feel the like\n\n  (Verse Three - NOE)\n  You niggas joke with your money\n  Sit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\n  Like everythings chummy\n  Ok, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\n  Thats funny, get ghost with your money\n  And bring the game a whole new approach with your money\n  See you niggas rather boast with your money\n  And see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\n  I sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n  'Cause it rules over life and the doom\n  Clean with the vest, I stress, invest\n  A drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\n  Yeah I settled back into the beat\n  With the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\n  Now back in the street\n  My young boys are askin to eat\n  Tough guy you ain't lastin' a week\n"},{"id":5007691,"name":"Done Did It (NOE)","trackName":"Done Did It (NOE)","artistName":"Blakroc","albumName":"Blakroc","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah I settle back into the breeze\nGet my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\nCheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\nI'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\nThe airport, the four point Sheraton\nHoldin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\nHe better come get it, a friend is a friend\nBut if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\nI done did it\nThe game and the critic\nPuttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\nIm acidic when the cigar is litted\nI'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\nI can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\nI'm still swampy\nBitches still want me\nThe impact I had on the block\nIt still haunts me\nSo many beards in the game going grey\nThe body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\nStreets ain't a place, it's a thought\nCan't make long money when niggas tempers is short\nI can guarantee you lose with a sort fuse\nBut I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\nDamn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\nSame ones who helped me trap figures in the street\nFrom the spirit and beyond, they agree\nWealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\nI thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\nBut the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\nI knew smart well, structured a new cartel\nThey gave me that new car smell\n\nVain, with a deep sharp pain\nOGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\nPokerface in the middle of a drop off\nKeep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\nI'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\nOr get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\nSituations is dire I'm not a new buyer\nGet it or you can feel the Nick CannonCannon like Mariah Carey Mariah\n\nYou niggas joke with your money\nSit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\nLike everythings chummy\nOk, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\nThats funny, get ghost with your money\nAnd bring the game a whole new approach with your money\nSee you niggas rather boast with your money\nAnd see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\nI sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n'Cause it rules over life and the doom\nClean with the vest, I stress, invest\nA drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\nYeah I settled back into the beat\nWith the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\nNow back in the street\nMy young boys are askin to eat\nTough guy you ain't lastin' a week","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Done Did It (NOE)\n  artist: Blakroc\n  album: Blakroc\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah I settle back into the breeze\n  Get my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\n  Cheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\n  I'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\n  The airport, the four point Sheraton\n  Holdin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\n  He better come get it, a friend is a friend\n  But if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\n  I done did it\n  The game and the critic\n  Puttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\n  Im acidic when the cigar is litted\n  I'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\n  I can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\n  I'm still swampy\n  Bitches still want me\n  The impact I had on the block\n  It still haunts me\n  So many beards in the game going grey\n  The body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\n  Streets ain't a place, it's a thought\n  Can't make long money when niggas tempers is short\n  I can guarantee you lose with a sort fuse\n  But I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n  Damn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\n  Same ones who helped me trap figures in the street\n  From the spirit and beyond, they agree\n  Wealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\n  I thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\n  But the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\n  I knew smart well, structured a new cartel\n  They gave me that new car smell\n\n  Vain, with a deep sharp pain\n  OGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\n  Pokerface in the middle of a drop off\n  Keep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\n  I'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\n  Or get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\n  Situations is dire I'm not a new buyer\n  Get it or you can feel the Nick CannonCannon like Mariah Carey Mariah\n\n  You niggas joke with your money\n  Sit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\n  Like everythings chummy\n  Ok, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\n  Thats funny, get ghost with your money\n  And bring the game a whole new approach with your money\n  See you niggas rather boast with your money\n  And see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\n  I sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n  'Cause it rules over life and the doom\n  Clean with the vest, I stress, invest\n  A drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\n  Yeah I settled back into the beat\n  With the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\n  Now back in the street\n  My young boys are askin to eat\n  Tough guy you ain't lastin' a week\n"},{"id":303788,"name":"NOE  Done Did It","trackName":"NOE  Done Did It","artistName":"Blakroc","albumName":"Blakroc","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse One - NOE)\nYeah I settle back into the breeze\nGet my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\nCheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\nI'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\nThe airport, the four point Sheraton\nHoldin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\nHe better come get it, a friend is a friend\nBut if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\nI done did it\nThe game and the critic\nPuttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\nIm acidic when the cigar is litted\nI'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\nI can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\nI'm still swampy\nBitches still want me\nThe impact I had on the block\nIt still haunts me\nSo many beards in the game going grey\nThe body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\nStreets ain't a place, it's a thought\nCan't make long money when niggas tempers is short\nI can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse\nBut I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n(Verse Two - NOE)\nDamn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\nSame ones who helped me trap figures in the street\nFrom the spirit and beyond, they agree\nWealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\nI thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\nBut the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\nI knew smart well, structured a new cartel\nThey gave me that new car smell\n\nVain, with a deep sharp pain\nOGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\nPokerface in the middle of a drop off\nKeep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\nI'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\nOr get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\nSituations is dire I'm not a new buyer\nGet it or you can feel the like\n\n(Verse Three - NOE)\nYou niggas joke with your money\nSit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\nLike everythings chummy\nOk, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\nThats funny, get ghost with your money\nAnd bring the game a whole new approach with your money\nSee you niggas rather boast with your money\nAnd see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\nI sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n'Cause it rules over life and the doom\nClean with the vest, I stress, invest\nA drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\nYeah I settled back into the beat\nWith the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\nNow back in the street\nMy young boys are askin to eat\nTough guy you ain't lastin' a week","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: NOE  Done Did It\n  artist: Blakroc\n  album: Blakroc\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Verse One - NOE)\n  Yeah I settle back into the breeze\n  Get my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\n  Cheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\n  I'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\n  The airport, the four point Sheraton\n  Holdin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\n  He better come get it, a friend is a friend\n  But if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\n  I done did it\n  The game and the critic\n  Puttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\n  Im acidic when the cigar is litted\n  I'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\n  I can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\n  I'm still swampy\n  Bitches still want me\n  The impact I had on the block\n  It still haunts me\n  So many beards in the game going grey\n  The body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\n  Streets ain't a place, it's a thought\n  Can't make long money when niggas tempers is short\n  I can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse\n  But I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n  (Verse Two - NOE)\n  Damn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\n  Same ones who helped me trap figures in the street\n  From the spirit and beyond, they agree\n  Wealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\n  I thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\n  But the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\n  I knew smart 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Now back in the street\n  My young boys are askin to eat\n  Tough guy you ain't lastin' a week\n"},{"id":17123544,"name":"NOE  Done Did It","trackName":"NOE  Done Did It","artistName":"Blakroc","albumName":"BLAKROC   VVR-725582J","duration":278.546667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse One - NOE)\nYeah I settle back into the breeze\nGet my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\nCheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\nI'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\nThe airport, the four point Sheraton\nHoldin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\nHe better come get it, a friend is a friend\nBut if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\nI done did it\nThe game and the critic\nPuttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\nIm acidic when the cigar is litted\nI'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\nI can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\nI'm still swampy\nBitches still want me\nThe 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Yeah I settle back into the breeze\n  Get my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\n  Cheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\n  I'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\n  The airport, the four point Sheraton\n  Holdin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\n  He better come get it, a friend is a friend\n  But if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\n  I done did it\n  The game and the critic\n  Puttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\n  Im acidic when the cigar is litted\n  I'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\n  I can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\n  I'm still swampy\n  Bitches still want me\n  The impact I had on the block\n  It still haunts me\n  So many beards in the game going grey\n  The body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\n  Streets ain't a place, it's a thought\n  Can't make long money when niggas tempers is short\n  I can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse\n  But I can 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want me\nThe impact I had on the block\nIt still haunts me\nSo many beards in the game going grey\nThe body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\nStreets ain't a place, it's a thought\nCan't make long money when niggas tempers is short\nI can guarantee you lose with a short fuse\nBut I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\nYou done did it\nYou done did it\nYou done did it\nYou want some more?\n\nYou done did it\nYou done did it\nYou done did it\nYou want some more?\n\nDamn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\nSame ones who helped me trap figures in the street\nFrom the spirit and beyond, they agree\nWealth has a cover price\nDeath is the fee\nI thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\nBut the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\nI knew smart well\nStructured a new cartel\nThey gave me that new car smell\nVain, with a deep sharp pain\nOGs dubbin me the street muck queen\nPokerface in the middle of a drop off\nKeep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\nI'm in a rush, show the 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back in the street\nMy young boys are askin to eat\nTough guy you ain't lastin' a week","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Done Did It\n  artist: NOE\n  album: Blakroc\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, ha!\n  Black Keys\n  What up!\n  Y'all gotta put yo hands up!\n\n  Yeah I settle back into the breeze\n  Get my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\n  Cheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\n  I'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\n  The airport, the four point Sheraton\n  Holdin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\n  He better come get it, a friend is a friend\n  But if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\n  I done did it\n  The game in the critic\n  Puttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\n  Im acidic when the cigar is litted\n  I'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\n  I can't count all the goons outfitted in\n  Arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\n  I'm still small beat\n  Bitches still want me\n  The impact I had on the block\n  It still haunts me\n  So many beards in the game going grey\n  The body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\n  Streets ain't a place, it's a thought\n  Can't make long money when niggas tempers is short\n  I can guarantee you lose with a short fuse\n  But I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n  You done did it\n  You done did it\n  You done did it\n  You want some more?\n\n  You done did it\n  You done did it\n  You done did it\n  You want some more?\n\n  Damn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\n  Same ones who helped me trap figures in the street\n  From the spirit and beyond, they agree\n  Wealth has a cover price\n  Death is the fee\n  I thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\n  But the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\n  I knew smart well\n  Structured a new cartel\n  They gave me that new car smell\n  Vain, with a deep sharp pain\n  OGs dubbin me the street muck queen\n  Pokerface in the middle of a drop off\n  Keep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n  I'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\n  Or get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\n  Situations is dire I'm not a new buyer\n  Get it or you can feel the Cannon like Mariah\n\n  You done did it\n  You done did it\n  You done did it\n  You want some more?\n  I swear you got me down\n\n  You done did it\n  You done did it\n  You done did it\n  You want some more?\n  I swear you got me down\n\n  You niggas joke with your money\n  Sit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\n  Like everythings chummy\n  Ok, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n  Thats funny, get ghost with your money\n  And bring the game a whole new approach with your money\n  See you nigges rather boast with your money\n  And see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n  I sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule, cause it\n  rules over life and the doom\n  Clean with the vest, I stress, invest\n  A drug dealers dream is a dream nonetheless\n  Yeah I settled back into the beat\n  With the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\n  Now back in the street\n  My young boys are askin to eat\n  Tough guy you ain't lastin' a week\n"},{"id":18908475,"name":"Done Did It","trackName":"Done Did It","artistName":"Blakroc","albumName":"The Instrumentals","duration":198.666667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse One - NOE)\nYeah I settle back into the breeze\nGet my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\nCheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\nI'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\nThe airport, the four point Sheraton\nHoldin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\nHe better come get it, a friend is a friend\nBut if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\nI done did it\nThe game and the critic\nPuttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\nIm acidic when the cigar is litted\nI'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\nI can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\nI'm still swampy\nBitches still want me\nThe impact I had on the block\nIt still haunts me\nSo many beards in the game going grey\nThe body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\nStreets ain't a place, it's a thought\nCan't make long money when niggas tempers is short\nI can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse\nBut I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n(Verse Two - NOE)\nDamn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\nSame ones who helped me trap figures in the street\nFrom the spirit and beyond, they agree\nWealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\nI thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\nBut the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\nI knew smart well, structured a new cartel\nThey gave me that new car smell\n\nVain, with a deep sharp pain\nOGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\nPokerface in the middle of a drop off\nKeep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\nI'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\nOr get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\nSituations is dire I'm not a new buyer\nGet it or you can feel the like\n\n(Verse Three - NOE)\nYou niggas joke with your money\nSit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\nLike everythings chummy\nOk, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\nThats funny, get ghost with your money\nAnd bring the game a whole new approach with your money\nSee you niggas rather boast with your money\nAnd see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\nI sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n'Cause it rules over life and the doom\nClean with the vest, I stress, invest\nA drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\nYeah I settled back into the beat\nWith the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\nNow back in the street\nMy young boys are askin to eat\nTough guy you ain't lastin' a week","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Done Did 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ain't a place, it's a thought\n  Can't make long money when niggas tempers is short\n  I can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse\n  But I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n  (Verse Two - NOE)\n  Damn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\n  Same ones who helped me trap figures in the street\n  From the spirit and beyond, they agree\n  Wealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\n  I thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\n  But the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\n  I knew smart well, structured a new cartel\n  They gave me that new car smell\n\n  Vain, with a deep sharp pain\n  OGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\n  Pokerface in the middle of a drop off\n  Keep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\n  I'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\n  Or get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\n  Situations is dire I'm not a new buyer\n  Get it or you can feel the like\n\n  (Verse Three - NOE)\n  You niggas joke with your money\n  Sit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\n  Like everythings chummy\n  Ok, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\n  Thats funny, get ghost with your money\n  And bring the game a whole new approach with your money\n  See you niggas rather boast with your money\n  And see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\n  I sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n  'Cause it rules over life and the doom\n  Clean with the vest, I stress, invest\n  A drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\n  Yeah I settled back into the beat\n  With the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\n  Now back in the street\n  My young boys are askin to eat\n  Tough guy you ain't lastin' a week\n"},{"id":24284595,"name":"Done Did It","trackName":"Done Did It","artistName":"BlakRoc","albumName":"Saints Row The Third - KRhyme FM 95.4","duration":198.721438,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse One - NOE)\nYeah I settle back into the breeze\nGet my cracker barrel 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helped me trap figures in the street\nFrom the spirit and beyond, they agree\nWealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\nI thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\nBut the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\nI knew smart well, structured a new cartel\nThey gave me that new car smell\n\nVain, with a deep sharp pain\nOGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\nPokerface in the middle of a drop off\nKeep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\nI'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\nOr get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\nSituations is dire I'm not a new buyer\nGet it or you can feel the like\n\n(Verse Three - NOE)\nYou niggas joke with your money\nSit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\nLike everythings chummy\nOk, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\nThats funny, get ghost with your money\nAnd bring the game a whole new approach with your money\nSee you niggas rather boast with your money\nAnd see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\nI sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n'Cause it rules over life and the doom\nClean with the vest, I stress, invest\nA drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\nYeah I settled back into the beat\nWith the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\nNow back in the street\nMy young boys are askin to eat\nTough guy you ain't lastin' a week","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Done Did It\n  artist: BlakRoc\n  album: Saints Row The Third - KRhyme FM 95.4\n  duration_ms: 198721\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Verse One - NOE)\n  Yeah I settle back into the breeze\n  Get my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese\n  Cheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend\n  I'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in\n\n  The airport, the four point Sheraton\n  Holdin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend\n  He better come get it, a friend is a friend\n  But if the hunger pain win than he better come with it\n\n  I done did it\n  The game and the critic\n  Puttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick\n  Im acidic when the cigar is litted\n  I'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered\n  I can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it\n  I'm still swampy\n  Bitches still want me\n  The impact I had on the block\n  It still haunts me\n  So many beards in the game going grey\n  The body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay\n\n  Streets ain't a place, it's a thought\n  Can't make long money when niggas tempers is short\n  I can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse\n  But I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n  (Verse Two - NOE)\n  Damn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\n  Same ones who helped me trap figures in the street\n  From the spirit and beyond, they agree\n  Wealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\n  I thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\n  But the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\n  I knew smart well, structured a new cartel\n  They gave me that new car smell\n\n  Vain, with a deep sharp pain\n  OGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\n  Pokerface in the middle of a drop off\n  Keep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\n  I'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\n  Or get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\n  Situations is dire I'm not a new buyer\n  Get it or you can feel the like\n\n  (Verse Three - NOE)\n  You niggas joke with your money\n  Sit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\n  Like everythings chummy\n  Ok, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\n  Thats funny, get ghost with your money\n  And bring the game a whole new approach with your money\n  See you niggas rather boast with your money\n  And see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\n  I sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n  'Cause it rules over life and the doom\n  Clean with the vest, I stress, invest\n  A drug dealer's dream is a dream 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ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\nSituations is dire I'm not a new buyer\nGet it or you can feel the like\n\n(Verse Three - NOE)\nYou niggas joke with your money\nSit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\nLike everythings chummy\nOk, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\nThats funny, get ghost with your money\nAnd bring the game a whole new approach with your money\nSee you niggas rather boast with your money\nAnd see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\nI sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n'Cause it rules over life and the doom\nClean with the vest, I stress, invest\nA drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\nYeah I settled back into the beat\nWith the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\nNow back in the street\nMy young boys are askin to eat\nTough guy you ain't lastin' a week","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Done Did It\n  artist: Blakroc\n  album: Blackroc 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Can't make long money when niggas tempers is short\n  I can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse\n  But I can guarantee a mink when you think\n\n  (Verse Two - NOE)\n  Damn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep\n  Same ones who helped me trap figures in the street\n  From the spirit and beyond, they agree\n  Wealth has a cover price, death is the fee\n\n  I thought clear when I was younger bout the dime\n  But the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind\n  I knew smart well, structured a new cartel\n  They gave me that new car smell\n\n  Vain, with a deep sharp pain\n  OGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain\n  Pokerface in the middle of a drop off\n  Keep tellin' me he good keep my socks on\n\n  I'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire\n  Or get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire\n  Situations is dire I'm not a new buyer\n  Get it or you can feel the like\n\n  (Verse Three - NOE)\n  You niggas joke with your money\n  Sit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money\n  Like everythings chummy\n  Ok, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money\n\n  Thats funny, get ghost with your money\n  And bring the game a whole new approach with your money\n  See you niggas rather boast with your money\n  And see how many bitches you can grope with your money\n\n  I sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule\n  'Cause it rules over life and the doom\n  Clean with the vest, I stress, invest\n  A drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless\n\n  Yeah I settled back into the beat\n  With the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat\n  Now back in the street\n  My young boys are askin to eat\n  Tough guy you ain't lastin' a week\n"},{"id":12628264,"name":"Done Did It (feat. 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