[{"id":16783923,"name":"N-Harmony - 08 - Clog Up Yo Mind","trackName":"N-Harmony - 08 - Clog Up Yo Mind","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War - Disc 1","duration":301.236562,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\nquiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\npulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\nin my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\nfor the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\nniggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\npump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\nflip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\ndead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\npassed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\nthere in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\nnigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\nwant. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\nloose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nget the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nbusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\ngotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nintentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nplottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nglock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nme 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nblame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nthuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\ncan't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\nY'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\nstress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\ndead.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nMuthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\nmind), nigga.\nAnd it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\ntomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\nsoon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\nmy thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\nwith a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\ngoes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\nwhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nscreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nlesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nwith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nface (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nbodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nkill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nthe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nto shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\ncrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nroll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nbodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\npop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nmind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nmental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nyou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nfeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\ndon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nthis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nto ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\nyou really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:08.48] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:15.80] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:22.10] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[00:30.26] Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n[00:33.03] quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\n[00:36.06] pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\n[00:38.72] in my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\n[00:42.15] for the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\n[00:45.75] niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\n[00:48.38] pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n[00:51.27] 'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n[00:53.86] flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n[00:56.27] dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n[00:59.36] passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n[01:01.32] there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n[01:04.71] nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n[01:06.95] want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n[01:09.54] loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n[01:12.58] get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n[01:15.25] business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n[01:17.49] (back/bank).\n[01:18.62] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:25.08] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:31.63] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:38.48] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:45.35] For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n[01:48.23] gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n[01:50.97] When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n[01:52.97] intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n[01:55.65] plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n[01:57.66] glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n[01:59.46] Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n[02:02.75] me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n[02:05.76] blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n[02:07.92] thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n[02:10.49] can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n[02:13.44] Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n[02:16.35] stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n[02:19.34] dead.\n[02:20.28] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:26.64] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:32.82] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:39.24] Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n[02:45.20] mind), nigga.\n[02:46.98] And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n[02:49.97] tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n[02:52.52] soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n[02:55.33] my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n[03:00.12] with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n[03:04.01] goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n[03:07.99] what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n[03:10.91] screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n[03:13.83] lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n[03:17.87] with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n[03:20.25] face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n[03:23.32] bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n[03:27.82] kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n[03:29.88] the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n[03:33.79] to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n[03:37.10] crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n[04:47.70] you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n[04:50.37] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[05:00.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: N-Harmony - 08 - Clog Up Yo Mind\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Art Of War - Disc 1\n  duration_ms: 301237\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 380\n  end_ms: 8480\n- text: Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 8480\n  end_ms: 15800\n- text: Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 15800\n  end_ms: 22100\n- text: Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  start_ms: 22100\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33030\n- text: quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? 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Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n  'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n  flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n  dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n  passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n  there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n  nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n  want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n  loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n  Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n  me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n  blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n  thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n  can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n  you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n"},{"id":7508787,"name":"Clog Up Yo Mind","trackName":"Clog Up Yo Mind","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"The Art of War","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\nQuiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\nPulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\nIn my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\nFor the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\nNiggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\nPump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\nFlip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\nDead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\nPassed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\nThere in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\nNigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\nWant. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\nLoose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nGet the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nBusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(Back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\nGotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nIntentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nPlottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nGlock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nMe 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nBlame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nThuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\nCan't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\nY'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\nStress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\nDead.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nMuthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\nMind), nigga.\nAnd it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\nTomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\nSoon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\nMy thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\nWith a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\nGoes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\nWhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nScreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nLesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nWith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nFace (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nBodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nKill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nThe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nTo shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\nCrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nRoll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nBodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\nPop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nMind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nMental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nYou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nFeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\nDon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nThis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nTo ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\nYou really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:08.48] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:15.80] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:22.10] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[00:30.26] Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n[00:33.03] Quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\n[00:36.06] Pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\n[00:38.72] In my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\n[00:42.15] For the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\n[00:45.75] Niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\n[00:48.38] Pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n[00:51.27] 'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n[00:53.86] Flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n[00:56.27] Dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n[00:59.36] Passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n[01:01.32] There in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n[01:04.71] Nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n[01:06.95] Want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n[01:09.54] Loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n[01:12.58] Get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n[01:15.25] Business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n[01:17.49] (Back/bank).\n[01:18.62] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:25.08] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:31.63] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:38.48] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:45.35] For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n[01:48.23] Gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n[01:50.97] When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n[01:52.97] Intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n[01:55.65] Plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n[01:57.66] Glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n[01:59.46] Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n[02:02.75] Me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n[02:05.76] Blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n[02:07.92] Thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n[02:10.49] Can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n[02:13.44] Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n[02:16.35] Stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n[02:19.34] Dead.\n[02:20.28] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:26.64] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:32.82] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:39.24] Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n[02:45.20] Mind), nigga.\n[02:46.98] And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n[02:49.97] Tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n[02:52.52] Soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n[02:55.33] My thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n[03:00.12] With a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n[03:04.01] Goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n[03:07.99] What I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n[03:10.91] Screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n[03:13.83] Lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n[03:17.87] With my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n[03:20.25] Face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n[03:23.32] Bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n[03:27.82] Kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n[03:29.88] The by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n[03:33.79] To shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n[03:37.10] Crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] Mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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(...?...)\n  What I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  Screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  Lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  With my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  Face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  Bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  Kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  The by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  To shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  Crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. 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(...?...)\nWhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nScreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nLesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nWith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nFace (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nBodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nKill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nThe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nTo shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\nCrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nRoll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nBodies, (sweatin') for disease. 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Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] Mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n  'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n  Flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n  Dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n  Passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n  There in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n  Nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n  Want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n  Loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  Get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  Business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (Back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  Gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  Intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  Plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  Glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. 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You\n  Can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  Stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  Dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  Mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  Tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  Soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  My thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  With a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  Goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  What I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  Screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  Lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  With my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  Face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  Bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  Kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  The by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  To shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  Crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  Mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. 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I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\nNiggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\nPump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\nFlip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\nDead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\nPassed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\nThere in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\nNigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\nWant. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\nLoose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nGet the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nBusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(Back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\nGotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nIntentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nPlottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nGlock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nMe 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nBlame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nThuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. 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(...?...)\nWhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nScreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nLesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nWith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nFace (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nBodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nKill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nThe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nTo shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\nCrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nRoll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nBodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\nPop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nMind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nMental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nYou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nFeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\nDon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nThis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nTo ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\nYou really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:08.48] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:15.80] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:22.10] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[00:30.26] Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n[00:33.03] Quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\n[00:36.06] Pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\n[00:38.72] In my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\n[00:42.15] For the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\n[00:45.75] Niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\n[00:48.38] Pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n[00:51.27] 'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n[00:53.86] Flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n[00:56.27] Dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n[00:59.36] Passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n[01:01.32] There in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n[01:04.71] Nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n[01:06.95] Want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n[01:09.54] Loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n[01:12.58] Get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n[01:15.25] Business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n[01:17.49] (Back/bank).\n[01:18.62] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:25.08] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:31.63] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:38.48] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:45.35] For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n[01:48.23] Gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n[01:50.97] When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n[01:52.97] Intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n[01:55.65] Plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n[01:57.66] Glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n[01:59.46] Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n[02:02.75] Me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n[02:05.76] Blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n[02:07.92] Thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n[02:10.49] Can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n[02:13.44] Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n[02:16.35] Stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n[02:19.34] Dead.\n[02:20.28] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:26.64] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:32.82] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:39.24] Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n[02:45.20] Mind), nigga.\n[02:46.98] And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n[02:49.97] Tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n[02:52.52] Soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n[02:55.33] My thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n[03:00.12] With a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n[03:04.01] Goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n[03:07.99] What I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n[03:10.91] Screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n[03:13.83] Lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n[03:17.87] With my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n[03:20.25] Face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n[03:23.32] Bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n[03:27.82] Kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n[03:29.88] The by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n[03:33.79] To shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n[03:37.10] Crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] Mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n[04:47.70] You really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n[04:50.37] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[05:00.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Clog Up Yo Mind\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: The Art of War\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 380\n  end_ms: 8480\n- text: Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 8480\n  end_ms: 15800\n- text: Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 15800\n  end_ms: 22100\n- text: Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  start_ms: 22100\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33030\n- text: Quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? 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Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n  'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n  Flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n  Dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n  Passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n  There in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n  Nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n  Want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n  Loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  Get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  Business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (Back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  Gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  Intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  Plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  Glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n  Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n  Me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n  Blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n  Thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n  Can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  Stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  Dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  Mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  Tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  Soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  My thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  With a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  Goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  What I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  Screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  Lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  With my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  Face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  Bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  Kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  The by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  To shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  Crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  Mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n  You really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n"},{"id":231784,"name":"Clog Up Yo Mind","trackName":"Clog Up Yo Mind","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War CD1","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\nQuiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\nPulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\nIn my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\nFor the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\nNiggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\nPump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\nFlip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\nDead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\nPassed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\nThere in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\nNigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\nWant. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\nLoose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nGet the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nBusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(Back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\nGotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nIntentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nPlottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nGlock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nMe 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nBlame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nThuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\nCan't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\nY'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\nStress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\nDead.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nMuthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\nMind), nigga.\nAnd it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\nTomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\nSoon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\nMy thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\nWith a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\nGoes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\nWhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nScreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nLesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nWith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nFace (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nBodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nKill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nThe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nTo shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\nCrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nRoll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nBodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\nPop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nMind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nMental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nYou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nFeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\nDon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nThis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nTo ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n[01:12.58] Get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n[01:15.25] Business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n[01:17.49] (Back/bank).\n[01:18.62] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:25.08] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:31.63] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:38.48] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:45.35] For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n[01:48.23] Gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n[01:50.97] When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n[01:52.97] Intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n[01:55.65] Plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n[01:57.66] Glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n[01:59.46] Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n[02:02.75] Me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n[02:05.76] Blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n[02:07.92] Thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n[02:10.49] Can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n[02:13.44] Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n[02:16.35] Stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n[02:19.34] Dead.\n[02:20.28] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:26.64] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:32.82] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:39.24] Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n[02:45.20] Mind), nigga.\n[02:46.98] And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n[02:49.97] Tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n[02:52.52] Soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n[02:55.33] My thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n[03:00.12] With a bang. 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Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] Mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  Get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  Business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (Back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  Gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  Intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  Plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  Glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n  Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n  Me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n  Blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n  Thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n  Can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  Stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  Dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  Mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  Tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  Soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  My thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  With a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  Goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  What I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  Screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  Lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  With my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  Face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  Bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  Kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  The by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  To shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  Crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  Mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n  You really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n"},{"id":231783,"name":"Clog up Yo Mind","trackName":"Clog up Yo Mind","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"The Art of War: World War 1","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\nQuiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\nPulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\nIn my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\nFor the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\nNiggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\nPump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\nFlip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\nDead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\nPassed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\nThere in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\nNigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\nWant. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\nLoose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nGet the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nBusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(Back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\nGotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nIntentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nPlottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nGlock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nMe 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nBlame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nThuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\nCan't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\nY'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\nStress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\nDead.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nMuthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\nMind), nigga.\nAnd it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\nTomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\nSoon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\nMy thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\nWith a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\nGoes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\nWhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nScreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nLesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nWith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nFace (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nBodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nKill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nThe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nTo shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\nCrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nRoll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nBodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\nPop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nMind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nMental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nYou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nFeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\nDon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nThis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nTo ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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(...?...)\nWhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nScreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nLesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nWith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nFace (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nBodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nKill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nThe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nTo shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\nCrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nRoll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nBodies, (sweatin') for disease. 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Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] Mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n  'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n  Flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n  Dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n  Passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n  There in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n  Nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n  Want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n  Loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  Get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  Business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (Back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  Gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  Intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  Plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  Glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n  Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n  Me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n  Blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n  Thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n  Can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  Stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  Dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  Mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  Tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  Soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  My thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  With a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  Goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  What I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  Screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  Lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  With my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  Face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  Bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  Kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  The by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  To shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  Crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  Mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n  You really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n"},{"id":17030319,"name":"Clog up Yo Mind","trackName":"Clog up Yo Mind","artistName":"Bone Thugs N Harmony","albumName":"Art Of War (disc 1 )","duration":301.278188,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\nquiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\npulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\nin my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\nfor the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\nniggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\npump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\nflip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\ndead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\npassed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\nthere in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\nnigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\nwant. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\nloose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nget the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nbusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\ngotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nintentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nplottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nglock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nme 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nblame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nthuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\ncan't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\nY'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\nstress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\ndead.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nMuthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\nmind), nigga.\nAnd it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\ntomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\nsoon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\nmy thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\nwith a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\ngoes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\nwhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nscreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nlesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nwith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nface (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nbodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nkill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nthe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nto shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\ncrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nroll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nbodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\npop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nmind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nmental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nyou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nfeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\ndon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nthis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nto ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\nyou really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:08.48] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:15.80] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:22.10] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[00:30.26] Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n[00:33.03] quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\n[00:36.06] pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\n[00:38.72] in my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\n[00:42.15] for the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\n[00:45.75] niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\n[00:48.38] pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n[00:51.27] 'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n[00:53.86] flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n[00:56.27] dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n[00:59.36] passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n[01:01.32] there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n[01:04.71] nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n[01:06.95] want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n[01:09.54] loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n[01:12.58] get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n[01:15.25] business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n[01:17.49] (back/bank).\n[01:18.62] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:25.08] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:31.63] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:38.48] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:45.35] For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n[01:48.23] gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n[01:50.97] When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n[01:52.97] intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n[01:55.65] plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n[01:57.66] glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n[01:59.46] Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n[02:02.75] me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n[02:05.76] blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n[02:07.92] thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n[02:10.49] can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n[02:13.44] Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n[02:16.35] stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n[02:19.34] dead.\n[02:20.28] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:26.64] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:32.82] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:39.24] Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n[02:45.20] mind), nigga.\n[02:46.98] And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n[02:49.97] tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n[02:52.52] soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n[02:55.33] my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n[03:00.12] with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n[03:04.01] goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n[03:07.99] what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n[03:10.91] screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n[03:13.83] lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n[03:17.87] with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n[03:20.25] face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n[03:23.32] bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n[03:27.82] kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n[03:29.88] the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n[03:33.79] to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n[03:37.10] crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n[04:47.70] you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n[04:50.37] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[05:00.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Clog up Yo Mind\n  artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  album: Art Of War (disc 1 )\n  duration_ms: 301278\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 380\n  end_ms: 8480\n- text: Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 8480\n  end_ms: 15800\n- text: Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 15800\n  end_ms: 22100\n- text: Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  start_ms: 22100\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33030\n- text: quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? 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Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n  'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n  flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n  dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n  passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n  there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n  nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n  want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n  loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n  Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n  me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n  blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n  thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n  can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n  you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n"},{"id":15938639,"name":"Clog Up Yo Mind","trackName":"Clog Up Yo Mind","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"Art of War","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\nquiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\npulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\nin my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\nfor the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\nniggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\npump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\nflip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\ndead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\npassed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\nthere in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\nnigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\nwant. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\nloose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nget the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nbusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\ngotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nintentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nplottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nglock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nme 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nblame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nthuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\ncan't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\nY'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\nstress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\ndead.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nMuthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\nmind), nigga.\nAnd it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\ntomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\nsoon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\nmy thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\nwith a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\ngoes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\nwhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nscreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nlesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nwith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nface (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nbodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nkill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nthe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nto shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\ncrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nroll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nbodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\npop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nmind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nmental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nyou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nfeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\ndon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nthis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nto ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\nyou really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:08.48] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:15.80] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:22.10] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[00:30.26] Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n[00:33.03] quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\n[00:36.06] pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\n[00:38.72] in my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\n[00:42.15] for the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\n[00:45.75] niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\n[00:48.38] pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n[00:51.27] 'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n[00:53.86] flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n[00:56.27] dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n[00:59.36] passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n[01:01.32] there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n[01:04.71] nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n[01:06.95] want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n[01:09.54] loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n[01:12.58] get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n[01:15.25] business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n[01:17.49] (back/bank).\n[01:18.62] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:25.08] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:31.63] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:38.48] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:45.35] For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n[01:48.23] gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n[01:50.97] When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n[01:52.97] intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n[01:55.65] plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n[01:57.66] glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n[01:59.46] Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n[02:02.75] me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n[02:05.76] blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n[02:07.92] thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n[02:10.49] can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n[02:13.44] Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n[02:16.35] stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n[02:19.34] dead.\n[02:20.28] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:26.64] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:32.82] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:39.24] Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n[02:45.20] mind), nigga.\n[02:46.98] And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n[02:49.97] tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n[02:52.52] soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n[02:55.33] my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n[03:00.12] with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n[03:04.01] goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n[03:07.99] what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n[03:10.91] screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n[03:13.83] lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n[03:17.87] with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n[03:20.25] face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n[03:23.32] bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n[03:27.82] kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n[03:29.88] the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n[03:33.79] to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n[03:37.10] crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n[04:47.70] you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n[04:50.37] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[05:00.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Clog Up Yo Mind\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: Art of War\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 380\n  end_ms: 8480\n- text: Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 8480\n  end_ms: 15800\n- text: Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 15800\n  end_ms: 22100\n- text: Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  start_ms: 22100\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33030\n- text: quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? 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Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n  'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n  flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n  dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n  passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n  there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n  nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n  want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n  loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n  Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n  me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n  blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n  thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n  can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n  you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n"},{"id":15511628,"name":"Clog Up Yo' Mind","trackName":"Clog Up Yo' Mind","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War [Disc 01]","duration":301.1733248,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\nquiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\npulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\nin my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\nfor the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\nniggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\npump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\nflip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\ndead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\npassed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\nthere in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\nnigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\nwant. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\nloose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nget the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nbusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\ngotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nintentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nplottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nglock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nme 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nblame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nthuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\ncan't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\nY'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\nstress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\ndead.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nMuthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\nmind), nigga.\nAnd it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\ntomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\nsoon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\nmy thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\nwith a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\ngoes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\nwhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nscreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nlesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nwith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nface (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nbodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nkill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nthe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nto shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\ncrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nroll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nbodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\npop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nmind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nmental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nyou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nfeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\ndon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nthis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nto ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\nyou really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:08.48] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:15.80] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:22.10] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[00:30.26] Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n[00:33.03] quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\n[00:36.06] pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\n[00:38.72] in my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\n[00:42.15] for the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\n[00:45.75] niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\n[00:48.38] pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n[00:51.27] 'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n[00:53.86] flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n[00:56.27] dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n[00:59.36] passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n[01:01.32] there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n[01:04.71] nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n[01:06.95] want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n[01:09.54] loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n[01:12.58] get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n[01:15.25] business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n[01:17.49] (back/bank).\n[01:18.62] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:25.08] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:31.63] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:38.48] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:45.35] For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n[01:48.23] gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n[01:50.97] When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n[01:52.97] intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n[01:55.65] plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n[01:57.66] glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n[01:59.46] Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n[02:02.75] me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n[02:05.76] blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n[02:07.92] thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n[02:10.49] can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n[02:13.44] Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n[02:16.35] stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n[02:19.34] dead.\n[02:20.28] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:26.64] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:32.82] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:39.24] Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n[02:45.20] mind), nigga.\n[02:46.98] And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n[02:49.97] tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n[02:52.52] soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n[02:55.33] my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n[03:00.12] with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n[03:04.01] goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n[03:07.99] what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n[03:10.91] screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n[03:13.83] lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n[03:17.87] with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n[03:20.25] face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n[03:23.32] bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n[03:27.82] kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n[03:29.88] the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n[03:33.79] to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n[03:37.10] crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n[04:47.70] you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n[04:50.37] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[05:00.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Clog Up Yo' Mind\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Art Of War [Disc 01]\n  duration_ms: 301173\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 380\n  end_ms: 8480\n- text: Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 8480\n  end_ms: 15800\n- text: Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 15800\n  end_ms: 22100\n- text: Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  start_ms: 22100\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33030\n- text: quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? 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Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. 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You\n  can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. 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From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nMe 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nBlame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nThuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. 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(...?...)\nWhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nScreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nLesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nWith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nFace (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nBodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nKill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nThe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nTo shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\nCrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nRoll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nBodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\nPop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nMind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nMental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nYou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nFeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\nDon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nThis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nTo ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] Mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n[04:47.70] You really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n[04:50.37] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[05:00.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Clog Up Yo Mind\n  artist: Bone Thugs  N Harmony\n  album: The art of war(ww I)\n  duration_ms: 301226\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 380\n  end_ms: 8480\n- text: Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 8480\n  end_ms: 15800\n- text: Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 15800\n  end_ms: 22100\n- text: Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  start_ms: 22100\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33030\n- text: Quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? 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Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n  'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n  Flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n  Dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n  Passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n  There in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n  Nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n  Want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n  Loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  Get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  Business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (Back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  Gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  Intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  Plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  Glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n  Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n  Me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n  Blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n  Thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n  Can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  Stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  Dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  Mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  Tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  Soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  My thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  With a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  Goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  What I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  Screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  Lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  With my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  Face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  Bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  Kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  The by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  To shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  Crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  Mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n  You really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n"},{"id":12633768,"name":"Clog Up Yo Mind","trackName":"Clog Up Yo Mind","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"The Art of War: World War 1","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\nquiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\npulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\nin my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\nfor the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\nniggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\npump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\nflip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\ndead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\npassed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\nthere in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\nnigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\nwant. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\nloose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nget the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nbusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\ngotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nintentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nplottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nglock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nme 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nblame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nthuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\ncan't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\nY'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\nstress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\ndead.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nMuthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\nmind), nigga.\nAnd it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\ntomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\nsoon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\nmy thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\nwith a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\ngoes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\nwhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nscreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nlesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nwith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nface (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nbodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nkill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nthe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nto shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\ncrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nroll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nbodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\npop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nmind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nmental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nyou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nfeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\ndon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nthis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nto ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\nyou really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:08.48] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:15.80] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:22.10] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[00:30.26] Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n[00:33.03] quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\n[00:36.06] pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\n[00:38.72] in my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\n[00:42.15] for the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\n[00:45.75] niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\n[00:48.38] pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n[00:51.27] 'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n[00:53.86] flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n[00:56.27] dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n[00:59.36] passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n[01:01.32] there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n[01:04.71] nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n[01:06.95] want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n[01:09.54] loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n[01:12.58] get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n[01:15.25] business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n[01:17.49] (back/bank).\n[01:18.62] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:25.08] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:31.63] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:38.48] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:45.35] For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n[01:48.23] gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n[01:50.97] When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n[01:52.97] intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n[01:55.65] plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n[01:57.66] glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n[01:59.46] Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n[02:02.75] me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n[02:05.76] blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n[02:07.92] thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n[02:10.49] can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n[02:13.44] Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n[02:16.35] stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n[02:19.34] dead.\n[02:20.28] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:26.64] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:32.82] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:39.24] Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n[02:45.20] mind), nigga.\n[02:46.98] And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n[02:49.97] tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n[02:52.52] soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n[02:55.33] my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n[03:00.12] with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n[03:04.01] goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n[03:07.99] what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n[03:10.91] screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n[03:13.83] lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n[03:17.87] with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n[03:20.25] face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n[03:23.32] bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n[03:27.82] kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n[03:29.88] the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n[03:33.79] to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n[03:37.10] crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n[04:47.70] you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n[04:50.37] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[05:00.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Clog Up Yo Mind\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: 'The Art of War: World War 1'\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 380\n  end_ms: 8480\n- text: Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 8480\n  end_ms: 15800\n- text: Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 15800\n  end_ms: 22100\n- text: Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  start_ms: 22100\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33030\n- text: quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? 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Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n  'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n  flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n  dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n  passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n  there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n  nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n  want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n  loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n  Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n  me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n  blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n  thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n  can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n  you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n"},{"id":36996937,"name":"Clog Up Yo Mind","trackName":"Clog Up Yo Mind","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"The Art of War - Disc 01","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\nQuiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\nPulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\nIn my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\nFor the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\nNiggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\nPump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\nFlip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\nDead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\nPassed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\nThere in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\nNigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\nWant. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\nLoose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nGet the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nBusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(Back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\nGotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nIntentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nPlottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nGlock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nMe 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nBlame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nThuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\nCan't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\nY'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\nStress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\nDead.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nMuthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\nMind), nigga.\nAnd it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\nTomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\nSoon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\nMy thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\nWith a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\nGoes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\nWhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nScreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nLesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nWith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nFace (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nBodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nKill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nThe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nTo shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\nCrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nRoll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nBodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\nPop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nMind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nMental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nYou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nFeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\nDon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nThis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nTo ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n  'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n  Flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n  Dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n  Passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n  There in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n  Nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n  Want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n  Loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  Get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  Business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (Back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  Gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  Intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  Plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  Glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n  Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n  Me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n  Blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n  Thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n  Can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  Stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  Dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  Mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  Tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  Soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  My thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  With a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  Goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  What I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  Screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  Lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  With my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  Face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  Bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  Kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  The by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  To shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  Crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  Mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. 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I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\nNiggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\nPump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\nFlip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\nDead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\nPassed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\nThere in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\nNigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\nWant. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\nLoose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nGet the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nBusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(Back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\nGotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nIntentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nPlottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nGlock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nMe 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nBlame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nThuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\nCan't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\nY'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\nStress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\nDead.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nMuthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\nMind), nigga.\nAnd it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\nTomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\nSoon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\nMy thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\nWith a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\nGoes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\nWhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nScreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nLesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nWith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nFace (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nBodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nKill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nThe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nTo shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\nCrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nRoll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nBodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\nPop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nMind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nMental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nYou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nFeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\nDon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nThis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nTo ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] Mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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(...?...)\n  What I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  Screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  Lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  With my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  Face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  Bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  Kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  The by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  To shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  Crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. 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Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nGet the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nBusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(Back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\nGotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nIntentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nPlottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nGlock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nMe 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nBlame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nThuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. 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(...?...)\nWhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nScreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nLesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nWith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nFace (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nBodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nKill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nThe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nTo shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\nCrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nRoll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nBodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\nPop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nMind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nMental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nYou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nFeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\nDon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nThis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nTo ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] Mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n  'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n  Flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n  Dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n  Passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n  There in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n  Nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n  Want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n  Loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  Get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  Business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (Back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  Gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  Intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  Plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  Glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. 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You\n  Can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  Stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  Dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  Mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  Tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  Soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  My thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  With a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  Goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  What I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  Screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  Lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  With my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  Face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  Bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  Kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  The by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  To shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  Crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  Mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n  You really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n"},{"id":27785814,"name":"Clog Up Yo Mind","trackName":"Clog Up Yo Mind","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War-Disk 1","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\nQuiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\nPulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\nIn my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\nFor the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\nNiggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\nPump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\nFlip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\nDead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\nPassed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\nThere in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\nNigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\nWant. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\nLoose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nGet the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nBusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(Back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\nGotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nIntentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nPlottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nGlock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nMe 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nBlame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nThuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\nCan't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\nY'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\nStress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\nDead.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nMuthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\nMind), nigga.\nAnd it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\nTomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\nSoon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\nMy thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\nWith a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\nGoes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\nWhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nScreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nLesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nWith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nFace (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nBodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nKill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nThe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nTo shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\nCrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nRoll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nBodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\nPop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nMind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nMental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nYou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nFeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\nDon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nThis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nTo ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\nYou really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:08.48] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:15.80] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:22.10] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[00:30.26] Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n[00:33.03] Quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\n[00:36.06] Pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\n[00:38.72] In my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\n[00:42.15] For the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\n[00:45.75] Niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\n[00:48.38] Pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n[00:51.27] 'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n[00:53.86] Flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n[00:56.27] Dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n[00:59.36] Passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n[01:01.32] There in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n[01:04.71] Nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n[01:06.95] Want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n[01:09.54] Loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n[01:12.58] Get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n[01:15.25] Business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n[01:17.49] (Back/bank).\n[01:18.62] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:25.08] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:31.63] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:38.48] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:45.35] For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n[01:48.23] Gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n[01:50.97] When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n[01:52.97] Intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n[01:55.65] Plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n[01:57.66] Glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n[01:59.46] Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n[02:02.75] Me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n[02:05.76] Blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n[02:07.92] Thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n[02:10.49] Can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n[02:13.44] Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n[02:16.35] Stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n[02:19.34] Dead.\n[02:20.28] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:26.64] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:32.82] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:39.24] Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n[02:45.20] Mind), nigga.\n[02:46.98] And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n[02:49.97] Tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n[02:52.52] Soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n[02:55.33] My thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n[03:00.12] With a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n[03:04.01] Goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n[03:07.99] What I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n[03:10.91] Screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n[03:13.83] Lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n[03:17.87] With my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n[03:20.25] Face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n[03:23.32] Bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n[03:27.82] Kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n[03:29.88] The by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n[03:33.79] To shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n[03:37.10] Crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] Mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n[04:47.70] You really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n[04:50.37] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[05:00.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Clog Up Yo Mind\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Art Of War-Disk 1\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 380\n  end_ms: 8480\n- text: Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 8480\n  end_ms: 15800\n- text: Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 15800\n  end_ms: 22100\n- text: Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  start_ms: 22100\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33030\n- text: Quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? 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Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n  'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n  Flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n  Dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n  Passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n  There in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n  Nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n  Want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n  Loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  Get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  Business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (Back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  Gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  Intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  Plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  Glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n  Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n  Me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n  Blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n  Thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n  Can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  Stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  Dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  Mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  Tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  Soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  My thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  With a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  Goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  What I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  Screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  Lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  With my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  Face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  Bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  Kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  The by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  To shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  Crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  Roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  Bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  Pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  Mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  Mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  You need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  Feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  Don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  This Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  To ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. 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I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\nniggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\npump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\nflip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\ndead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\npassed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\nthere in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\nnigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\nwant. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\nloose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\nget the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\nbusiness, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n(back/bank).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nFor the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\ngotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\nWhen I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\nintentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\nplottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\nglock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\nBone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\nme 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\nblame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\nthuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\ncan't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\nY'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\nstress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\ndead.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nNigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\nMuthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\nmind), nigga.\nAnd it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\ntomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\nsoon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\nmy thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\nwith a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\ngoes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\nwhat I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\nscreamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\nlesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\nwith my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\nface (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\nbodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\nkill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\nthe by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\nto shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\ncrazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\nroll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\nbodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\npop up away, and child confused before me).\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nYeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\nCome on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\nmind.\nWould ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\nNow give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\nmental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\nyou need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\nBone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\nfeel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\ndon't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\nthis Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\nto ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\nI bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\nyou really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\nSit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:08.48] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:15.80] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[00:22.10] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[00:30.26] Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n[00:33.03] quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\n[00:36.06] pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\n[00:38.72] in my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\n[00:42.15] for the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\n[00:45.75] niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\n[00:48.38] pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n[00:51.27] 'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n[00:53.86] flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n[00:56.27] dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n[00:59.36] passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n[01:01.32] there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n[01:04.71] nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n[01:06.95] want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n[01:09.54] loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n[01:12.58] get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n[01:15.25] business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n[01:17.49] (back/bank).\n[01:18.62] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:25.08] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:31.63] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:38.48] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[01:45.35] For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n[01:48.23] gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n[01:50.97] When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n[01:52.97] intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n[01:55.65] plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n[01:57.66] glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n[01:59.46] Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n[02:02.75] me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n[02:05.76] blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n[02:07.92] thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n[02:10.49] can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n[02:13.44] Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n[02:16.35] stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n[02:19.34] dead.\n[02:20.28] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:26.64] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:32.82] Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n[02:39.24] Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n[02:45.20] mind), nigga.\n[02:46.98] And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n[02:49.97] tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n[02:52.52] soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n[02:55.33] my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n[03:00.12] with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n[03:04.01] goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n[03:07.99] what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n[03:10.91] screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n[03:13.83] lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n[03:17.87] with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n[03:20.25] face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n[03:23.32] bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n[03:27.82] kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n[03:29.88] the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n[03:33.79] to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n[03:37.10] crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n[03:40.03] roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n[03:43.86] bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n[03:45.86] pop up away, and child confused before me).\n[03:48.79] Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[03:53.82] Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n[04:00.68] Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n[04:06.58] mind.\n[04:08.36] Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n[04:14.43] Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n[04:18.53] mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n[04:22.44] you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n[04:25.57] Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n[04:28.85] feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n[04:32.49] don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n[04:35.38] this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n[04:39.83] to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n[04:43.46] I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. 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If\n  start_ms: 283460\n  end_ms: 287700\n- text: you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n  start_ms: 287700\n  end_ms: 290370\n- text: Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  start_ms: 290370\n  end_ms: 300180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 300180\nplain: |-\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm\n  quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga\n  pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise\n  in my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly\n  for the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the\n  niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg\n  pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.\n  'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya\n  flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,\n  dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he\n  passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been\n  there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard\n  nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you\n  want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let\n  loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to\n  get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my\n  business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my\n  (back/bank).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,\n  gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.\n  When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all\n  intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit\n  plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double\n  glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them\n  Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate\n  me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't\n  blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm\n  thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You\n  can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.\n  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,\n  stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be\n  dead.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind).\n  Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind,\n  mind), nigga.\n  And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after\n  tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so\n  soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for\n  my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off\n  with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it\n  goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)\n  what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was\n  screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my\n  lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not\n  with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I\n  face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their\n  bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas\n  kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in\n  the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had\n  to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go\n  crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,\n  roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the\n  bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a\n  pop up away, and child confused before me).\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n  Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your\n  mind.\n  Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?\n  Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,\n  mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what\n  you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know\n  Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, \"You wanna\n  feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?\" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they\n  don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and\n  this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time\n  to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.\n  I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If\n  you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.\n\n  Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.\n"}]