[{"id":2185497,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n[03:00.94] :\n[03:01.45] Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n[03:05.17] My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n[03:07.37] But I kill 'em all, dog.\n[03:08.34] Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n[03:11.57] Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n[03:14.87] And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n[03:17.78] Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n[03:21.33] Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n[03:24.63] Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n[03:27.88] Oh, well.\n[03:28.46] :\n[03:28.82] Execution double nine style\n[03:36.07] Execution double nine style\n[03:42.62] Execution double nine style\n[03:49.36] Execution double nine style\n[03:54.80] Execution double nine style\n[04:02.47] Execution double nine style\n[04:08.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Introduction\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Welcome to The Dark Side\n  start_ms: 4140\n  end_ms: 9210\n  words:\n  - 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So what now?\n  start_ms: 187880\n  end_ms: 191900\n  words:\n  - text: 'Better '\n    start_ms: 187880\n  - text: 'kill '\n    start_ms: 188090\n  - text: '''em '\n    start_ms: 188270\n  - text: 'all, '\n    start_ms: 188420\n  - text: 'dog, '\n    start_ms: 188720\n  - text: 'bang '\n    start_ms: 189170\n  - text: 'bang '\n    start_ms: 189350\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 189500\n  - text: 'them '\n    start_ms: 189620\n  - text: 'fall '\n    start_ms: 189800\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 189950\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 190040\n  - text: 'twelve '\n    start_ms: 190159\n  - text: 'gauge '\n    start_ms: 190340\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 190490\n  - text: 'bustin'' '\n    start_ms: 190580\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 190880\n  - text: 'niggas. '\n    start_ms: 191060\n  - text: 'So '\n    start_ms: 191240\n  - text: 'what '\n    start_ms: 191420\n  - text: now?\n    start_ms: 191660\n- text: Come, nigga, get bucked, pal\n  start_ms: 191900\n  end_ms: 193220\n  words:\n  - text: 'Come, '\n    start_ms: 191900\n  - text: 'nigga, '\n    start_ms: 192110\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 192350\n  - text: 'bucked, '\n    start_ms: 192560\n  - text: pal\n    start_ms: 192830\n- text: Well not only that, get shut the fuck down\n  start_ms: 193240\n  end_ms: 195160\n  words:\n  - text: 'Well '\n    start_ms: 193240\n  - text: 'not '\n    start_ms: 193420\n  - text: 'only '\n    start_ms: 193600\n  - text: 'that, '\n    start_ms: 193809\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 193990\n  - text: 'shut '\n    start_ms: 194170\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 194470\n  - text: 'fuck '\n    start_ms: 194590\n  - text: down\n    start_ms: 194920\n- text: And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas\n  start_ms: 195300\n  end_ms: 197760\n  words:\n  - text: 'And '\n    start_ms: 195300\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 195420\n  - text: 'talkin'' '\n    start_ms: 195510\n  - text: 'about '\n    start_ms: 195660\n  - text: 'niggas '\n    start_ms: 195869\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 196140\n  - text: 'wanna '\n    start_ms: 196290\n  - text: 'contend '\n    start_ms: 196530\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 196860\n  - text: 'them '\n    start_ms: 197460\n  - text: thugstas\n    start_ms: 197730\n- text: Some nigga that fucked up, never no player haters in the clique allowed, and we never no bustas\n  start_ms: 197870\n  end_ms: 201960\n  words:\n  - text: 'Some '\n    start_ms: 197870\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 198018\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 198315\n  - text: 'fucked '\n    start_ms: 198463\n  - text: 'up, '\n    start_ms: 198789\n  - text: 'never '\n    start_ms: 198937\n  - text: 'no '\n    start_ms: 199144\n  - text: 'player '\n    start_ms: 199293\n  - text: 'haters '\n    start_ms: 199737\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 200004\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 200063\n  - text: 'clique '\n    start_ms: 200121\n  - text: 'allowed, '\n    start_ms: 200389\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 200804\n  - text: 'we '\n    start_ms: 200893\n  - text: 'never '\n    start_ms: 200982\n  - text: 'no '\n    start_ms: 201189\n  - text: bustas\n    start_ms: 201930\n- text: Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshots rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell\n  start_ms: 201960\n  end_ms: 204960\n  words:\n  - text: 'Never '\n    start_ms: 201960\n  - text: 'catch '\n    start_ms: 202230\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 202350\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 202410\n  - text: 'sleep, '\n    start_ms: 202649\n  - text: 'hear '\n    start_ms: 202860\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 202950\n  - text: 'buckshots '\n    start_ms: 203430\n  - text: 'rang '\n    start_ms: 203460\n  - text: 'where '\n    start_ms: 203670\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 203760\n  - text: 'thugs '\n    start_ms: 203820\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 204120\n  - text: 'Cleveland '\n    start_ms: 204210\n  - text: dwell\n    start_ms: 204660\n- text: Daily collectin' me mayo, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails, oh well\n  start_ms: 205070\n  end_ms: 208490\n  words:\n  - text: 'Daily '\n    start_ms: 205070\n  - text: 'collectin'' '\n    start_ms: 205370\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 205759\n  - text: 'mayo, '\n    start_ms: 205880\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 206180\n  - text: 'I''ll '\n    start_ms: 206270\n  - text: 'meet '\n    start_ms: 206330\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 206510\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 206630\n  - text: 'hell '\n    start_ms: 206750\n  - text: 'if '\n    start_ms: 207020\n  - text: 'all '\n    start_ms: 207230\n  - text: 'else '\n    start_ms: 207440\n  - text: 'fails, '\n    start_ms: 207590\n  - text: 'oh '\n    start_ms: 208070\n  - text: well\n    start_ms: 208160\n- text: Execution double nine style, steadily sendin' that body underground\n  start_ms: 229670\n  end_ms: 241830\n  words:\n  - text: 'Execution '\n    start_ms: 229670\n  - text: 'double '\n    start_ms: 230477\n  - text: 'nine '\n    start_ms: 230805\n  - text: 'style, '\n    start_ms: 231971\n  - text: 'steadily '\n    start_ms: 239380\n  - text: 'sendin'' '\n    start_ms: 239888\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 240187\n  - text: 'body '\n    start_ms: 240366\n  - text: underground\n    start_ms: 240874\nplain: |-\n  Welcome to the darkside.\n  Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n  Eazy-E: Eternal.\n  Eternal.\n  Eternal\n  St.\n  Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n  (Laughing.\n  Scream.\n  Thunder.)\n  Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n  The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n  So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":232519,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n[03:00.94] :\n[03:01.45] Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n[03:05.17] My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n[03:07.37] But I kill 'em all, dog.\n[03:08.34] Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n[03:11.57] Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n[03:14.87] And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n[03:17.78] Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n[03:21.33] Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n[03:24.63] Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n[03:27.88] Oh, well.\n[03:28.46] :\n[03:28.82] Execution double nine style\n[03:36.07] Execution double nine style\n[03:42.62] Execution double nine style\n[03:49.36] Execution double nine style\n[03:54.80] Execution double nine style\n[04:02.47] Execution double nine style\n[04:08.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Introduction\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Welcome to The Dark Side\n  start_ms: 4140\n  end_ms: 9210\n  words:\n  - 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So what now?\n  start_ms: 187880\n  end_ms: 191900\n  words:\n  - text: 'Better '\n    start_ms: 187880\n  - text: 'kill '\n    start_ms: 188090\n  - text: '''em '\n    start_ms: 188270\n  - text: 'all, '\n    start_ms: 188420\n  - text: 'dog, '\n    start_ms: 188720\n  - text: 'bang '\n    start_ms: 189170\n  - text: 'bang '\n    start_ms: 189350\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 189500\n  - text: 'them '\n    start_ms: 189620\n  - text: 'fall '\n    start_ms: 189800\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 189950\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 190040\n  - text: 'twelve '\n    start_ms: 190159\n  - text: 'gauge '\n    start_ms: 190340\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 190490\n  - text: 'bustin'' '\n    start_ms: 190580\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 190880\n  - text: 'niggas. '\n    start_ms: 191060\n  - text: 'So '\n    start_ms: 191240\n  - text: 'what '\n    start_ms: 191420\n  - text: now?\n    start_ms: 191660\n- text: Come, nigga, get bucked, pal\n  start_ms: 191900\n  end_ms: 193220\n  words:\n  - text: 'Come, '\n    start_ms: 191900\n  - text: 'nigga, '\n    start_ms: 192110\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 192350\n  - text: 'bucked, '\n    start_ms: 192560\n  - text: pal\n    start_ms: 192830\n- text: Well not only that, get shut the fuck down\n  start_ms: 193240\n  end_ms: 195160\n  words:\n  - text: 'Well '\n    start_ms: 193240\n  - text: 'not '\n    start_ms: 193420\n  - text: 'only '\n    start_ms: 193600\n  - text: 'that, '\n    start_ms: 193809\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 193990\n  - text: 'shut '\n    start_ms: 194170\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 194470\n  - text: 'fuck '\n    start_ms: 194590\n  - text: down\n    start_ms: 194920\n- text: And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas\n  start_ms: 195300\n  end_ms: 197760\n  words:\n  - text: 'And '\n    start_ms: 195300\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 195420\n  - text: 'talkin'' '\n    start_ms: 195510\n  - text: 'about '\n    start_ms: 195660\n  - text: 'niggas '\n    start_ms: 195869\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 196140\n  - text: 'wanna '\n    start_ms: 196290\n  - text: 'contend '\n    start_ms: 196530\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 196860\n  - text: 'them '\n    start_ms: 197460\n  - text: thugstas\n    start_ms: 197730\n- text: Some nigga that fucked up, never no player haters in the clique allowed, and we never no bustas\n  start_ms: 197870\n  end_ms: 201960\n  words:\n  - text: 'Some '\n    start_ms: 197870\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 198018\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 198315\n  - text: 'fucked '\n    start_ms: 198463\n  - text: 'up, '\n    start_ms: 198789\n  - text: 'never '\n    start_ms: 198937\n  - text: 'no '\n    start_ms: 199144\n  - text: 'player '\n    start_ms: 199293\n  - text: 'haters '\n    start_ms: 199737\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 200004\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 200063\n  - text: 'clique '\n    start_ms: 200121\n  - text: 'allowed, '\n    start_ms: 200389\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 200804\n  - text: 'we '\n    start_ms: 200893\n  - text: 'never '\n    start_ms: 200982\n  - text: 'no '\n    start_ms: 201189\n  - text: bustas\n    start_ms: 201930\n- text: Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshots rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell\n  start_ms: 201960\n  end_ms: 204960\n  words:\n  - text: 'Never '\n    start_ms: 201960\n  - text: 'catch '\n    start_ms: 202230\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 202350\n  - text: 'nigga '\n    start_ms: 202410\n  - text: 'sleep, '\n    start_ms: 202649\n  - text: 'hear '\n    start_ms: 202860\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 202950\n  - text: 'buckshots '\n    start_ms: 203430\n  - text: 'rang '\n    start_ms: 203460\n  - text: 'where '\n    start_ms: 203670\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 203760\n  - text: 'thugs '\n    start_ms: 203820\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 204120\n  - text: 'Cleveland '\n    start_ms: 204210\n  - text: dwell\n    start_ms: 204660\n- text: Daily collectin' me mayo, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails, oh well\n  start_ms: 205070\n  end_ms: 208490\n  words:\n  - text: 'Daily '\n    start_ms: 205070\n  - text: 'collectin'' '\n    start_ms: 205370\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 205759\n  - text: 'mayo, '\n    start_ms: 205880\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 206180\n  - text: 'I''ll '\n    start_ms: 206270\n  - text: 'meet '\n    start_ms: 206330\n  - text: 'you '\n    start_ms: 206510\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 206630\n  - text: 'hell '\n    start_ms: 206750\n  - text: 'if '\n    start_ms: 207020\n  - text: 'all '\n    start_ms: 207230\n  - text: 'else '\n    start_ms: 207440\n  - text: 'fails, '\n    start_ms: 207590\n  - text: 'oh '\n    start_ms: 208070\n  - text: well\n    start_ms: 208160\n- text: Execution double nine style, steadily sendin' that body underground\n  start_ms: 229670\n  end_ms: 241830\n  words:\n  - text: 'Execution '\n    start_ms: 229670\n  - text: 'double '\n    start_ms: 230477\n  - text: 'nine '\n    start_ms: 230805\n  - text: 'style, '\n    start_ms: 231971\n  - text: 'steadily '\n    start_ms: 239380\n  - text: 'sendin'' '\n    start_ms: 239888\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 240187\n  - text: 'body '\n    start_ms: 240366\n  - text: underground\n    start_ms: 240874\nplain: |-\n  Welcome to the darkside.\n  Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n  Eazy-E: Eternal.\n  Eternal.\n  Eternal\n  St.\n  Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n  (Laughing.\n  Scream.\n  Thunder.)\n  Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n  The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n  So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":30083820,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐N‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n[03:00.94] :\n[03:01.45] Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n[03:05.17] My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n[03:07.37] But I kill 'em all, dog.\n[03:08.34] Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n[03:11.57] Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n[03:14.87] And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n[03:17.78] Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n[03:21.33] Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n[03:24.63] Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n[03:27.88] Oh, well.\n[03:28.46] :\n[03:28.82] Execution double nine style\n[03:36.07] Execution double nine style\n[03:42.62] Execution double nine style\n[03:49.36] Execution double nine style\n[03:54.80] Execution double nine style\n[04:02.47] Execution double nine style\n[04:08.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Introduction\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐N‐Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 177000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Welcome to the darkside.\n  start_ms: 4380\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: 'Backwards (Shatasha): It''s the thuggish ruggish Bone.'\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 12080\n- text: 'Eazy-E: Eternal.'\n  start_ms: 12080\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: Eternal.\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 13330\n- text: Eternal\n  start_ms: 13330\n  end_ms: 13670\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 13670\n  end_ms: 14570\n- text: Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n  start_ms: 14570\n  end_ms: 17650\n- text: (Laughing.\n  start_ms: 17650\n  end_ms: 22860\n- text: Scream.\n  start_ms: 22860\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: Thunder.)\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: 'Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to 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mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":33115480,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n[03:00.94] :\n[03:01.45] Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n[03:05.17] My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n[03:07.37] But I kill 'em all, dog.\n[03:08.34] Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n[03:11.57] Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n[03:14.87] And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n[03:17.78] Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n[03:21.33] Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n[03:24.63] Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n[03:27.88] Oh, well.\n[03:28.46] :\n[03:28.82] Execution double nine style\n[03:36.07] Execution double nine style\n[03:42.62] Execution double nine style\n[03:49.36] Execution double nine style\n[03:54.80] Execution double nine style\n[04:02.47] Execution double nine style\n[04:08.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Introduction\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Welcome to the darkside.\n  start_ms: 4380\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: 'Backwards (Shatasha): It''s the thuggish ruggish Bone.'\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 12080\n- text: 'Eazy-E: Eternal.'\n  start_ms: 12080\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: Eternal.\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 13330\n- text: Eternal\n  start_ms: 13330\n  end_ms: 13670\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 13670\n  end_ms: 14570\n- text: Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n  start_ms: 14570\n  end_ms: 17650\n- text: (Laughing.\n  start_ms: 17650\n  end_ms: 22860\n- text: Scream.\n  start_ms: 22860\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: Thunder.)\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: 'Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to 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mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":18870014,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":267.6245,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n[03:00.94] :\n[03:01.45] Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n[03:05.17] My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n[03:07.37] But I kill 'em all, dog.\n[03:08.34] Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n[03:11.57] Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n[03:14.87] And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n[03:17.78] Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n[03:21.33] Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n[03:24.63] Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n[03:27.88] Oh, well.\n[03:28.46] :\n[03:28.82] Execution double nine style\n[03:36.07] Execution double nine style\n[03:42.62] Execution double nine 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'\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":18745648,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"E 1999 Eternal","duration":265.456327,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[DJ you-Neek]\nWelcome to the dark side\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[Bizzy Bone]\nGotta give it on up to the glock glock\nPop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow\nThe bone in me never no ho,\nso no creeping up outta the zip lock\nSo sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up\nAnd flipped in, than slipped the clip in,\nmistakin' the bloody victims\nEver if ya test nuts, to the chest and\n[DJ you-Neek]\nBuck buck buck blow\nRight back at your motherfucking ass\nComes those real true thugs\nStraight out the double glock,\nPuttin' it down for the motherfuckin' land\nTaking no shorts no losses\nPuttin' it on you jealous bitch made player hating-ass niggas,\nYou betta tell 'em what's real bitch\nTakin' ova the shit in the '9-5\nI bring to you the one and only\nBone Thugs N Harmony\nNigga this St. Claire\n[Chorus]\nExecution double nine style\nSteadily sendin them bodies undaground\n[Bizzy Bone]\nIt'll be all about that llelo bank roll\nBetta make that money man, dead wrong\nPut it on the low betta beat them hoes\nGotta get them demons off me\nCreepin' up softly seepin' up through my soul\nAnd sleepin' ain't good to go now\nWhen I'm all rollin' off those\n'N better watch the do'\nBet I won't be slippin' sleepin'\nNone ah them thugs I bails wid\nPut ah trail ah twelve gauge shells\nBloody be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11\n12-gauge and the AK-47 spray\nLet the Ripster kill 'em now\nPut 'em off in the grave daily\nWhen the slugs start crawl up in ya\nWell I roll with realer niggas\nPop pop drop to the sound and to ground\nLit 'em up to kill ya\n[Krayzie Bone]\nThem St. Claire thugs we love\nWhen they pumpin' them slugs now what,\nSee them duck from the scum\nWhen I dug them enemies deep  in the muddy drug\nDon't run with them\nChoose snooze you lose\nAnd left in the alley fa fucked up\nWhat's up with them shoes ooh they knew\nSo we runnin' off a my dog's truck\nBust ah left at the block and what'da ya know\nAll ah the po-po they follow\nCuff ah guy and see him layin' behind the store\nBut nigga remember my motto\nNo surrender, gotta get away hit the fence wid the quickness\nHit the other side and I swing to the right\nRunning through the gutter hit '95,\nPeel, bending for safety we make it and chill\nGotta make ah mil but ah nine kick off for real\nNigga drop that bill or I pop my steel\nAin't no competition don't fuck wid my clik\nAnd so listen you bitches stay trippin' it's okay\nWhen we stickin' and lickin' them pockets\nSo droppa that dollar man glocka holla bang\nThuggin' with ah thug nigga smoking blunts\nNigga don't stiff on no weed smoke it off\nCause nigga you know when the pockets get ride\nI'ma run and get ah sack and come choke with y'all\n[Layzie Bone]\nNow you fuckin' with these thuggish killers\nCreepin' up outta the land and they ready to ride\nGettin' high of thai\nMy niggs in the land got glocks fa days on the 9-9\nBetta kill 'em all dog\nBed make as they fall wid the 12-gauge you bustin' on niggas\nSo what now, come nigga get buck pow\nAnd not only that get shut ta fuck down\nAnd I'm talkin' bout niggas that want to contend with the thugstas\nSome nigga done fucked up\nNeva no player haters in the clik touch loud and we never no busters\nNeva catch ah nigga sleep\nHear the buck shots rain where the thugs in Cleveland dwell\nDaily collectin' me mail\nAnd I meet you in hell if all else fails\nOh well\nExecution double nine style\nSteadily sendin' that body underground\nExecution double nine style\nSteadily sendin' that body underground\nExecution double nine style\nSteadily sendin' that body underground\nExecution double nine style\nSteadily sendin' that body underground\nExecution double nine style\nSteadily sendin' that body underground\nExecution double nine style\nSteadily sendin' that body underground\nExecution double nine style\nSteadily sendin' that body underground","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Introduction\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: E 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 265456\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [DJ you-Neek]\n  Welcome to the dark side\n  It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n  [Bizzy Bone]\n  Gotta give it on up to the glock glock\n  Pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow\n  The bone in me never no ho,\n  so no creeping up outta the zip lock\n  So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up\n  And flipped in, than slipped the clip in,\n  mistakin' the bloody victims\n  Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and\n  [DJ you-Neek]\n  Buck buck buck blow\n  Right back at your motherfucking ass\n  Comes those real true thugs\n  Straight out the double glock,\n  Puttin' it down for the motherfuckin' land\n  Taking no shorts no losses\n  Puttin' it on you jealous bitch made player hating-ass niggas,\n  You betta tell 'em what's real bitch\n  Takin' ova the shit in the '9-5\n  I bring to you the one and only\n  Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  Nigga this St. Claire\n  [Chorus]\n  Execution double nine style\n  Steadily sendin them bodies undaground\n  [Bizzy Bone]\n  It'll be all about that llelo bank roll\n  Betta make that money man, dead wrong\n  Put it on the low betta beat them hoes\n  Gotta get them demons off me\n  Creepin' up softly seepin' up through my soul\n  And sleepin' ain't good to go now\n  When I'm all rollin' off those\n  'N better watch the do'\n  Bet I won't be slippin' sleepin'\n  None ah them thugs I bails wid\n  Put ah trail ah twelve gauge shells\n  Bloody be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11\n  12-gauge and the AK-47 spray\n  Let the Ripster kill 'em now\n  Put 'em off in the grave daily\n  When the slugs start crawl up in ya\n  Well I roll with realer niggas\n  Pop pop drop to the sound and to ground\n  Lit 'em up to kill ya\n  [Krayzie Bone]\n  Them St. Claire thugs we love\n  When they pumpin' them slugs now what,\n  See them duck from the scum\n  When I dug them enemies deep  in the muddy drug\n  Don't run with them\n  Choose snooze you lose\n  And left in the alley fa fucked up\n  What's up with them shoes ooh they knew\n  So we runnin' off a my dog's truck\n  Bust ah left at the block and what'da ya know\n  All ah the po-po they follow\n  Cuff ah guy and see him layin' behind the store\n  But nigga remember my motto\n  No surrender, gotta get away hit the fence wid the quickness\n  Hit the other side and I swing to the right\n  Running through the gutter hit '95,\n  Peel, bending for safety we make it and chill\n  Gotta make ah mil but ah nine kick off for real\n  Nigga drop that bill or I pop my steel\n  Ain't no competition don't fuck wid my clik\n  And so listen you bitches stay trippin' it's okay\n  When we stickin' and lickin' them pockets\n  So droppa that dollar man glocka holla bang\n  Thuggin' with ah thug nigga smoking blunts\n  Nigga don't stiff on no weed smoke it off\n  Cause nigga you know when the pockets get ride\n  I'ma run and get ah sack and come choke with y'all\n  [Layzie Bone]\n  Now you fuckin' with these thuggish killers\n  Creepin' up outta the land and they ready to ride\n  Gettin' high of thai\n  My niggs in the land got glocks fa days on the 9-9\n  Betta kill 'em all dog\n  Bed make as they fall wid the 12-gauge you bustin' on niggas\n  So what now, come nigga get buck pow\n  And not only that get shut ta fuck down\n  And I'm talkin' bout niggas that want to contend with the thugstas\n  Some nigga done fucked up\n  Neva no player haters in the clik touch loud and we never no busters\n  Neva catch ah nigga sleep\n  Hear the buck shots rain where the thugs in Cleveland dwell\n  Daily collectin' me mail\n  And I meet you in hell if all else fails\n  Oh well\n  Execution double nine style\n  Steadily sendin' that body underground\n  Execution double nine style\n  Steadily sendin' that body underground\n  Execution double nine style\n  Steadily sendin' that body underground\n  Execution double nine style\n  Steadily sendin' that body underground\n  Execution double nine style\n  Steadily sendin' that body underground\n  Execution double nine style\n  Steadily sendin' that body underground\n  Execution double nine style\n  Steadily sendin' that body underground\n"},{"id":18803549,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":265.699437,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n[03:00.94] :\n[03:01.45] Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n[03:05.17] My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n[03:07.37] But I kill 'em all, dog.\n[03:08.34] Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n[03:11.57] Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n[03:14.87] And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n[03:17.78] Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n[03:21.33] Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n[03:24.63] Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n[03:27.88] Oh, well.\n[03:28.46] :\n[03:28.82] Execution double nine style\n[03:36.07] Execution double nine style\n[03:42.62] Execution double nine style\n[03:49.36] Execution double nine style\n[03:54.80] Execution double nine style\n[04:02.47] Execution double nine style\n[04:08.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Introduction\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 265699\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Welcome to the darkside.\n  start_ms: 4380\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: 'Backwards (Shatasha): It''s the thuggish ruggish Bone.'\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 12080\n- text: 'Eazy-E: Eternal.'\n  start_ms: 12080\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: Eternal.\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 13330\n- text: Eternal\n  start_ms: 13330\n  end_ms: 13670\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 13670\n  end_ms: 14570\n- text: Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n  start_ms: 14570\n  end_ms: 17650\n- text: (Laughing.\n  start_ms: 17650\n  end_ms: 22860\n- text: Scream.\n  start_ms: 22860\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: Thunder.)\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: 'Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to 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mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":23868716,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Eternal 1999","duration":265.72288,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a 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'\n  start_ms: 37920\n  end_ms: 42390\n- text: Member to test nuts . . .\n  start_ms: 42390\n  end_ms: 44930\n- text: (Explosion.)\n  start_ms: 44930\n  end_ms: 48850\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 48850\n  end_ms: 49340\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 49340\n  end_ms: 49880\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 49880\n  end_ms: 50130\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 50130\n  end_ms: 50520\n- text: (Laughing.)\n  start_ms: 50520\n  end_ms: 54140\n- text: Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  start_ms: 54140\n  end_ms: 73100\n- text: You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  start_ms: 73100\n  end_ms: 76280\n- text: Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  start_ms: 76280\n  end_ms: 83870\n- text: Nigga, this St.\n  start_ms: 83870\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: 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mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":22818290,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E. 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'\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n[03:00.94] :\n[03:01.45] Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n[03:05.17] My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n[03:07.37] But I kill 'em all, dog.\n[03:08.34] Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n[03:11.57] Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n[03:14.87] And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n[03:17.78] Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n[03:21.33] Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n[03:24.63] Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n[03:27.88] Oh, well.\n[03:28.46] :\n[03:28.82] Execution double nine style\n[03:36.07] Execution double nine style\n[03:42.62] Execution double nine style\n[03:49.36] Execution double nine style\n[03:54.80] Execution double nine style\n[04:02.47] Execution double nine style\n[04:08.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Introduction\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E. Eternal 1999\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Welcome to the darkside.\n  start_ms: 4380\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: 'Backwards (Shatasha): It''s the thuggish ruggish Bone.'\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 12080\n- text: 'Eazy-E: Eternal.'\n  start_ms: 12080\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: Eternal.\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 13330\n- text: Eternal\n  start_ms: 13330\n  end_ms: 13670\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 13670\n  end_ms: 14570\n- text: Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n  start_ms: 14570\n  end_ms: 17650\n- text: (Laughing.\n  start_ms: 17650\n  end_ms: 22860\n- text: Scream.\n  start_ms: 22860\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: Thunder.)\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: 'Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.'\n  start_ms: 29950\n  end_ms: 33860\n- text: The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n  start_ms: 33860\n  end_ms: 37920\n- text: So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  start_ms: 37920\n  end_ms: 42390\n- text: Member to test nuts . . .\n  start_ms: 42390\n  end_ms: 44930\n- text: (Explosion.)\n  start_ms: 44930\n  end_ms: 48850\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 48850\n  end_ms: 49340\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 49340\n  end_ms: 49880\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 49880\n  end_ms: 50130\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 50130\n  end_ms: 50520\n- text: (Laughing.)\n  start_ms: 50520\n  end_ms: 54140\n- text: Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  start_ms: 54140\n  end_ms: 73100\n- text: You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  start_ms: 73100\n  end_ms: 76280\n- text: Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  start_ms: 76280\n  end_ms: 83870\n- text: Nigga, this St.\n  start_ms: 83870\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: Clair (this St.\n  start_ms: 84920\n  end_ms: 85630\n- text: Clair, this St.\n  start_ms: 85630\n  end_ms: 86420\n- text: Clair)\n  start_ms: 86420\n  end_ms: 88110\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 88110\n  end_ms: 93390\n- text: Yeah, nigga\n  start_ms: 93390\n  end_ms: 93910\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 93910\n  end_ms: 94130\n- text: Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  start_ms: 94130\n  end_ms: 101170\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 101170\n  end_ms: 101450\n- text: Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  start_ms: 101450\n  end_ms: 102720\n- text: Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  start_ms: 102720\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 113080\n- text: When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  start_ms: 113080\n  end_ms: 116690\n- text: Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  start_ms: 116690\n  end_ms: 122000\n- text: Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  start_ms: 122000\n  end_ms: 124930\n- text: Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  start_ms: 124930\n  end_ms: 129960\n- text: When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  start_ms: 129960\n  end_ms: 132160\n- text: Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n  start_ms: 132160\n  end_ms: 134790\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 134790\n  end_ms: 135130\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 135130\n  end_ms: 135680\n- text: Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  start_ms: 135680\n  end_ms: 141280\n- text: They drugged.\n  start_ms: 141280\n  end_ms: 141860\n- text: I roll with them trues.\n  start_ms: 141860\n  end_ms: 142930\n- text: Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  start_ms: 142930\n  end_ms: 144930\n- text: What's up with them shoes?\n  start_ms: 144930\n  end_ms: 146140\n- text: Ooh, they new.\n  start_ms: 146140\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 148460\n- text: Bust a left at the block.\n  start_ms: 148460\n  end_ms: 149590\n- text: Hey, what do ya know?\n  start_ms: 149590\n  end_ms: 150380\n- text: Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  start_ms: 150380\n  end_ms: 151840\n- text: 'Copper gotta see the nigga layin'' but can''t escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.'\n  start_ms: 151840\n  end_ms: 156260\n- text: Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  start_ms: 156260\n  end_ms: 161410\n- text: Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  start_ms: 161410\n  end_ms: 166570\n- text: Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  start_ms: 166570\n  end_ms: 167380\n- text: Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  start_ms: 167380\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: So drop that dollar, man.\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 173870\n- text: Gotta holler, bang.\n  start_ms: 173870\n  end_ms: 174700\n- text: Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  start_ms: 174700\n  end_ms: 176250\n- text: Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n  start_ms: 176250\n  end_ms: 180940\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 180940\n  end_ms: 181450\n- text: Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  start_ms: 181450\n  end_ms: 185170\n- text: My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  start_ms: 185170\n  end_ms: 187370\n- text: But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  start_ms: 187370\n  end_ms: 188340\n- text: Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  start_ms: 188340\n  end_ms: 191570\n- text: Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  start_ms: 191570\n  end_ms: 194870\n- text: And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  start_ms: 194870\n  end_ms: 197780\n- text: Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  start_ms: 197780\n  end_ms: 201330\n- text: Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  start_ms: 201330\n  end_ms: 204630\n- text: Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  start_ms: 204630\n  end_ms: 207880\n- text: Oh, well.\n  start_ms: 207880\n  end_ms: 208460\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 208460\n  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mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":37177722,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E1999 Eternal [UK]","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n[03:00.94] :\n[03:01.45] Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n[03:05.17] My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n[03:07.37] But I kill 'em all, dog.\n[03:08.34] Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n[03:11.57] Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n[03:14.87] And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n[03:17.78] Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n[03:21.33] Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n[03:24.63] Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n[03:27.88] Oh, well.\n[03:28.46] :\n[03:28.82] Execution double nine style\n[03:36.07] Execution double nine style\n[03:42.62] Execution double nine style\n[03:49.36] Execution double nine style\n[03:54.80] Execution double nine style\n[04:02.47] Execution double nine style\n[04:08.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Introduction\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E1999 Eternal [UK]\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Welcome to the darkside.\n  start_ms: 4380\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: 'Backwards (Shatasha): It''s the thuggish ruggish Bone.'\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 12080\n- text: 'Eazy-E: Eternal.'\n  start_ms: 12080\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: Eternal.\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 13330\n- text: Eternal\n  start_ms: 13330\n  end_ms: 13670\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 13670\n  end_ms: 14570\n- text: Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n  start_ms: 14570\n  end_ms: 17650\n- text: (Laughing.\n  start_ms: 17650\n  end_ms: 22860\n- text: Scream.\n  start_ms: 22860\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: Thunder.)\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: 'Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.'\n  start_ms: 29950\n  end_ms: 33860\n- text: The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n  start_ms: 33860\n  end_ms: 37920\n- text: So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  start_ms: 37920\n  end_ms: 42390\n- text: Member to test nuts . . .\n  start_ms: 42390\n  end_ms: 44930\n- text: (Explosion.)\n  start_ms: 44930\n  end_ms: 48850\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 48850\n  end_ms: 49340\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 49340\n  end_ms: 49880\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 49880\n  end_ms: 50130\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 50130\n  end_ms: 50520\n- text: (Laughing.)\n  start_ms: 50520\n  end_ms: 54140\n- text: Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  start_ms: 54140\n  end_ms: 73100\n- text: You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  start_ms: 73100\n  end_ms: 76280\n- text: Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  start_ms: 76280\n  end_ms: 83870\n- text: Nigga, this St.\n  start_ms: 83870\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: Clair (this St.\n  start_ms: 84920\n  end_ms: 85630\n- text: Clair, this St.\n  start_ms: 85630\n  end_ms: 86420\n- text: Clair)\n  start_ms: 86420\n  end_ms: 88110\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 88110\n  end_ms: 93390\n- text: Yeah, nigga\n  start_ms: 93390\n  end_ms: 93910\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 93910\n  end_ms: 94130\n- text: Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  start_ms: 94130\n  end_ms: 101170\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 101170\n  end_ms: 101450\n- text: Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  start_ms: 101450\n  end_ms: 102720\n- text: Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  start_ms: 102720\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 113080\n- text: When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  start_ms: 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141860\n  end_ms: 142930\n- text: Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  start_ms: 142930\n  end_ms: 144930\n- text: What's up with them shoes?\n  start_ms: 144930\n  end_ms: 146140\n- text: Ooh, they new.\n  start_ms: 146140\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 148460\n- text: Bust a left at the block.\n  start_ms: 148460\n  end_ms: 149590\n- text: Hey, what do ya know?\n  start_ms: 149590\n  end_ms: 150380\n- text: Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  start_ms: 150380\n  end_ms: 151840\n- text: 'Copper gotta see the nigga layin'' but can''t escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.'\n  start_ms: 151840\n  end_ms: 156260\n- text: Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  start_ms: 156260\n  end_ms: 161410\n- text: Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  start_ms: 161410\n  end_ms: 166570\n- text: Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  start_ms: 166570\n  end_ms: 167380\n- text: Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  start_ms: 167380\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: So drop that dollar, man.\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 173870\n- text: Gotta holler, bang.\n  start_ms: 173870\n  end_ms: 174700\n- text: Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  start_ms: 174700\n  end_ms: 176250\n- text: Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n  start_ms: 176250\n  end_ms: 180940\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 180940\n  end_ms: 181450\n- text: Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  start_ms: 181450\n  end_ms: 185170\n- text: My niggas in the 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mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":36980448,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone thugs-n-harmony","albumName":"E .1999 .ternal","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n[03:00.94] :\n[03:01.45] Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n[03:05.17] My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n[03:07.37] But I kill 'em all, dog.\n[03:08.34] Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n[03:11.57] Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n[03:14.87] And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n[03:17.78] Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n[03:21.33] Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n[03:24.63] Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n[03:27.88] Oh, well.\n[03:28.46] :\n[03:28.82] Execution double nine style\n[03:36.07] Execution double nine style\n[03:42.62] Execution double nine style\n[03:49.36] Execution double nine style\n[03:54.80] Execution double nine style\n[04:02.47] Execution double nine style\n[04:08.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Introduction\n  artist: Bone thugs-n-harmony\n  album: E .1999 .ternal\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Welcome to the darkside.\n  start_ms: 4380\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: 'Backwards (Shatasha): It''s the thuggish ruggish Bone.'\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 12080\n- text: 'Eazy-E: Eternal.'\n  start_ms: 12080\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: Eternal.\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 13330\n- text: Eternal\n  start_ms: 13330\n  end_ms: 13670\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 13670\n  end_ms: 14570\n- text: Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n  start_ms: 14570\n  end_ms: 17650\n- text: (Laughing.\n  start_ms: 17650\n  end_ms: 22860\n- text: Scream.\n  start_ms: 22860\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: Thunder.)\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: 'Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.'\n  start_ms: 29950\n  end_ms: 33860\n- text: The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n  start_ms: 33860\n  end_ms: 37920\n- text: So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  start_ms: 37920\n  end_ms: 42390\n- text: Member to test nuts . . .\n  start_ms: 42390\n  end_ms: 44930\n- text: (Explosion.)\n  start_ms: 44930\n  end_ms: 48850\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 48850\n  end_ms: 49340\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 49340\n  end_ms: 49880\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 49880\n  end_ms: 50130\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 50130\n  end_ms: 50520\n- text: (Laughing.)\n  start_ms: 50520\n  end_ms: 54140\n- text: Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  start_ms: 54140\n  end_ms: 73100\n- text: You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  start_ms: 73100\n  end_ms: 76280\n- text: Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  start_ms: 76280\n  end_ms: 83870\n- text: Nigga, this St.\n  start_ms: 83870\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: Clair (this St.\n  start_ms: 84920\n  end_ms: 85630\n- text: Clair, this St.\n  start_ms: 85630\n  end_ms: 86420\n- text: Clair)\n  start_ms: 86420\n  end_ms: 88110\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 88110\n  end_ms: 93390\n- text: Yeah, nigga\n  start_ms: 93390\n  end_ms: 93910\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 93910\n  end_ms: 94130\n- text: Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  start_ms: 94130\n  end_ms: 101170\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 101170\n  end_ms: 101450\n- text: Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  start_ms: 101450\n  end_ms: 102720\n- text: Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  start_ms: 102720\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 113080\n- text: When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  start_ms: 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141860\n  end_ms: 142930\n- text: Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  start_ms: 142930\n  end_ms: 144930\n- text: What's up with them shoes?\n  start_ms: 144930\n  end_ms: 146140\n- text: Ooh, they new.\n  start_ms: 146140\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 148460\n- text: Bust a left at the block.\n  start_ms: 148460\n  end_ms: 149590\n- text: Hey, what do ya know?\n  start_ms: 149590\n  end_ms: 150380\n- text: Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  start_ms: 150380\n  end_ms: 151840\n- text: 'Copper gotta see the nigga layin'' but can''t escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.'\n  start_ms: 151840\n  end_ms: 156260\n- text: Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  start_ms: 156260\n  end_ms: 161410\n- text: Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  start_ms: 161410\n  end_ms: 166570\n- text: Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  start_ms: 166570\n  end_ms: 167380\n- text: Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  start_ms: 167380\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: So drop that dollar, man.\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 173870\n- text: Gotta holler, bang.\n  start_ms: 173870\n  end_ms: 174700\n- text: Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  start_ms: 174700\n  end_ms: 176250\n- text: Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n  start_ms: 176250\n  end_ms: 180940\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 180940\n  end_ms: 181450\n- text: Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  start_ms: 181450\n  end_ms: 185170\n- text: My niggas in the 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mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":26383255,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n[03:00.94] :\n[03:01.45] Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n[03:05.17] My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n[03:07.37] But I kill 'em all, dog.\n[03:08.34] Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n[03:11.57] Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n[03:14.87] And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n[03:17.78] Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n[03:21.33] Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n[03:24.63] Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n[03:27.88] Oh, well.\n[03:28.46] :\n[03:28.82] Execution double nine style\n[03:36.07] Execution double nine style\n[03:42.62] Execution double nine style\n[03:49.36] Execution double nine style\n[03:54.80] Execution double nine style\n[04:02.47] Execution double nine style\n[04:08.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Introduction\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Welcome to the darkside.\n  start_ms: 4380\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: 'Backwards (Shatasha): It''s the thuggish ruggish Bone.'\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 12080\n- text: 'Eazy-E: Eternal.'\n  start_ms: 12080\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: Eternal.\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 13330\n- text: Eternal\n  start_ms: 13330\n  end_ms: 13670\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 13670\n  end_ms: 14570\n- text: Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n  start_ms: 14570\n  end_ms: 17650\n- text: (Laughing.\n  start_ms: 17650\n  end_ms: 22860\n- text: Scream.\n  start_ms: 22860\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: Thunder.)\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: 'Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.'\n  start_ms: 29950\n  end_ms: 33860\n- text: The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n  start_ms: 33860\n  end_ms: 37920\n- text: So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  start_ms: 37920\n  end_ms: 42390\n- text: Member to test nuts . . .\n  start_ms: 42390\n  end_ms: 44930\n- text: (Explosion.)\n  start_ms: 44930\n  end_ms: 48850\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 48850\n  end_ms: 49340\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 49340\n  end_ms: 49880\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 49880\n  end_ms: 50130\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 50130\n  end_ms: 50520\n- text: (Laughing.)\n  start_ms: 50520\n  end_ms: 54140\n- text: Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  start_ms: 54140\n  end_ms: 73100\n- text: You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  start_ms: 73100\n  end_ms: 76280\n- text: Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  start_ms: 76280\n  end_ms: 83870\n- text: Nigga, this St.\n  start_ms: 83870\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: Clair (this St.\n  start_ms: 84920\n  end_ms: 85630\n- text: Clair, this St.\n  start_ms: 85630\n  end_ms: 86420\n- text: Clair)\n  start_ms: 86420\n  end_ms: 88110\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 88110\n  end_ms: 93390\n- text: Yeah, nigga\n  start_ms: 93390\n  end_ms: 93910\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 93910\n  end_ms: 94130\n- text: Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  start_ms: 94130\n  end_ms: 101170\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 101170\n  end_ms: 101450\n- text: Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  start_ms: 101450\n  end_ms: 102720\n- text: Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  start_ms: 102720\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 113080\n- text: When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  start_ms: 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mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":29024726,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs N Harmony","albumName":"E. 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'\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n[03:00.94] :\n[03:01.45] Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n[03:05.17] My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n[03:07.37] But I kill 'em all, dog.\n[03:08.34] Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n[03:11.57] Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n[03:14.87] And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n[03:17.78] Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n[03:21.33] Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n[03:24.63] Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n[03:27.88] Oh, well.\n[03:28.46] :\n[03:28.82] Execution double nine style\n[03:36.07] Execution double nine style\n[03:42.62] Execution double nine style\n[03:49.36] Execution double nine style\n[03:54.80] Execution double nine style\n[04:02.47] Execution double nine style\n[04:08.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Introduction\n  artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  album: E. Eternal 1999\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Welcome to the darkside.\n  start_ms: 4380\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: 'Backwards (Shatasha): It''s the thuggish ruggish Bone.'\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 12080\n- text: 'Eazy-E: Eternal.'\n  start_ms: 12080\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: Eternal.\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 13330\n- text: Eternal\n  start_ms: 13330\n  end_ms: 13670\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 13670\n  end_ms: 14570\n- text: Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n  start_ms: 14570\n  end_ms: 17650\n- text: (Laughing.\n  start_ms: 17650\n  end_ms: 22860\n- text: Scream.\n  start_ms: 22860\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: Thunder.)\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: 'Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.'\n  start_ms: 29950\n  end_ms: 33860\n- text: The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n  start_ms: 33860\n  end_ms: 37920\n- text: So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  start_ms: 37920\n  end_ms: 42390\n- text: Member to test nuts . . .\n  start_ms: 42390\n  end_ms: 44930\n- text: (Explosion.)\n  start_ms: 44930\n  end_ms: 48850\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 48850\n  end_ms: 49340\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 49340\n  end_ms: 49880\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 49880\n  end_ms: 50130\n- text: Buck!\n  start_ms: 50130\n  end_ms: 50520\n- text: (Laughing.)\n  start_ms: 50520\n  end_ms: 54140\n- text: Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  start_ms: 54140\n  end_ms: 73100\n- text: You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  start_ms: 73100\n  end_ms: 76280\n- text: Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  start_ms: 76280\n  end_ms: 83870\n- text: Nigga, this St.\n  start_ms: 83870\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: Clair (this St.\n  start_ms: 84920\n  end_ms: 85630\n- text: Clair, this St.\n  start_ms: 85630\n  end_ms: 86420\n- text: Clair)\n  start_ms: 86420\n  end_ms: 88110\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 88110\n  end_ms: 93390\n- text: Yeah, nigga\n  start_ms: 93390\n  end_ms: 93910\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 93910\n  end_ms: 94130\n- text: Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  start_ms: 94130\n  end_ms: 101170\n- text: ':'\n  start_ms: 101170\n  end_ms: 101450\n- text: Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  start_ms: 101450\n  end_ms: 102720\n- text: Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  start_ms: 102720\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 113080\n- text: When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  start_ms: 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mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":27155382,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"E․ 1999 Eternal","duration":265.430204,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n[03:00.94] :\n[03:01.45] Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n[03:05.17] My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n[03:07.37] But I kill 'em all, dog.\n[03:08.34] Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n[03:11.57] Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n[03:14.87] And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n[03:17.78] Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n[03:21.33] Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n[03:24.63] Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n[03:27.88] Oh, well.\n[03:28.46] :\n[03:28.82] Execution double nine style\n[03:36.07] Execution double nine style\n[03:42.62] Execution double nine style\n[03:49.36] Execution double nine style\n[03:54.80] Execution double nine style\n[04:02.47] Execution double nine style\n[04:08.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Introduction\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: E․ 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 265430\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Welcome to the darkside.\n  start_ms: 4380\n  end_ms: 7230\n- text: 'Backwards (Shatasha): It''s the thuggish ruggish Bone.'\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 12080\n- text: 'Eazy-E: Eternal.'\n  start_ms: 12080\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: Eternal.\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 13330\n- text: Eternal\n  start_ms: 13330\n  end_ms: 13670\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 13670\n  end_ms: 14570\n- text: Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n  start_ms: 14570\n  end_ms: 17650\n- text: (Laughing.\n  start_ms: 17650\n  end_ms: 22860\n- text: Scream.\n  start_ms: 22860\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: Thunder.)\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: 'Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to 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mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":27023270,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E․ 1999 Eternal","duration":265.508625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a 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mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":26332199,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":262.321633,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a 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mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":27891129,"name":"Da Introduction","trackName":"Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"East 1999 Eternal","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to the darkside.\nBackwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\nEazy-E: Eternal.\nEternal.\nEternal\nSt.\nClair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n(Laughing.\nScream.\nThunder.)\nBackwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\nThe Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\nSo, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\nMember to test nuts . . .\n(Explosion.)\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\nBuck!\n\n(Laughing.)\nRight back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\nYou better tell me what's real, bitch.\nTakin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\nNigga, this St.\nClair (this St.\nClair, this St.\nClair)\n\n:\nYeah, nigga\n:\nExecution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n:\nNigga be all about that llello bankroll.\nBet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\nGotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\nWhen I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\nLovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\nTwelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\nWhen I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\nDrop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n:\nThem St.\nClair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\nThey drugged.\nI roll with them trues.\nSnooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\nWhat's up with them shoes?\nOoh, they new.\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\nBust a left at the block.\nHey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po--they follow.\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\nPeel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\nSo drop that dollar, man.\nGotta holler, bang.\nFuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n:\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\nMy niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\nBut I kill 'em all, dog.\nBet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\nCome, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\nSome niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\nDaily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\nOh, well.\n\n:\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style\nExecution double nine style","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.38] Welcome to the darkside.\n[00:07.23] Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.\n[00:12.08] Eazy-E: Eternal.\n[00:13.15] Eternal.\n[00:13.33] Eternal\n[00:13.67] St.\n[00:14.57] Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).\n[00:17.65] (Laughing.\n[00:22.86] Scream.\n[00:26.16] Thunder.)\n[00:29.95] Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow.\n[00:33.86] The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock.\n[00:37.92] So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n[00:42.39] Member to test nuts . . .\n[00:44.93] (Explosion.)\n[00:48.85] Buck!\n[00:49.34] Buck!\n[00:49.88] Buck!\n[00:50.13] Buck!\n[00:50.52] (Laughing.)\n[00:54.14] Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n[01:13.10] You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n[01:16.28] Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n[01:23.87] Nigga, this St.\n[01:24.92] Clair (this St.\n[01:25.63] Clair, this St.\n[01:26.42] Clair)\n[01:28.11] :\n[01:33.39] Yeah, nigga\n[01:33.91] :\n[01:34.13] Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n[01:41.17] :\n[01:41.45] Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n[01:42.72] Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n[01:47.82] Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n[01:53.08] When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n[01:56.69] Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n[02:02.00] Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n[02:04.93] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n[02:09.96] When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n[02:12.16] Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n[02:14.79] :\n[02:15.13] Them St.\n[02:15.68] Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n[02:21.28] They drugged.\n[02:21.86] I roll with them trues.\n[02:22.93] Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n[02:24.93] What's up with them shoes?\n[02:26.14] Ooh, they new.\n[02:27.07] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n[02:28.46] Bust a left at the block.\n[02:29.59] Hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.38] Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n[02:31.84] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n[02:36.26] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n[02:41.41] Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n[02:46.57] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n[02:47.38] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n[02:52.81] So drop that dollar, man.\n[02:53.87] Gotta holler, bang.\n[02:54.70] Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n[02:56.25] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a 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mistakin' they bloody victims. '\n  Member to test nuts . . .\n  (Explosion.)\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n  Buck!\n\n  (Laughing.)\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas.\n  You better tell me what's real, bitch.\n  Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.\n  Nigga, this St.\n  Clair (this St.\n  Clair, this St.\n  Clair)\n\n  :\n  Yeah, nigga\n  :\n  Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.\n  :\n  Nigga be all about that llello bankroll.\n  Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang.\n  Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn.\n  When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'.\n  Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven.\n  Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray.\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya.\n  When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop.\n  Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.\n\n  :\n  Them St.\n  Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud.\n  They drugged.\n  I roll with them trues.\n  Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up.\n  What's up with them shoes?\n  Ooh, they new.\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks.\n  Bust a left at the block.\n  Hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po--they follow.\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender.\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five.\n  Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real.\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel.\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets.\n  So drop that dollar, man.\n  Gotta holler, bang.\n  Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.\n  Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.\n\n  :\n  Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai.\n  My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine.\n  But I kill 'em all, dog.\n  Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now?\n  Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down.\n  And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas.\n  Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas.\n  Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell.\n  Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails.\n  Oh, well.\n\n  :\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n  Execution double nine style\n"},{"id":39509961,"name":"01 - Da Introduction","trackName":"01 - Da Introduction","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E 1999 Eternal","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to The Dark Side\nBackwards: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nEternal (St. Clair, nigga), Eternal, Eternal, Eternal\nBackwards: (Thuggish Ruggish Bone lyrics)\nEternal, Eternal, Eternal, Eternal\nBackwards: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nEternal, Eternal, Eternal, Eternal\nBackwards: (Thuggish Ruggish Bone lyrics)\n\nBuck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!\nHa Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha\nRight back at your muthafuckin' ass, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock\nPuttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land\nTakin' no shorts, no losses\nPuttin' it on you jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas\nYou better pin to what's real, bitch\nTakin' over shit in the 9-5, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\nNigga, this St.Clair (St.Clair, St. Clair, St. Clair, St Clair)\n\nYeah, nigga\nExecution double nine style, steadily puttin' them bodies underground\n\nLittle B all about that yayo bankroll\nBetter make that money, mane, then roll\nPut it on the low, when it be them hoes, and I pin em' and bang\nGotta get them demons off me\nCreepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul\nAnd sleepin' ain't good to go now, when I'm alone, on NoDoz, I'd better watch the door\nThen I won't be slippin', sleepin'\nGather the thugs I bails with\nWith a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, 187 and a 211\nTwelve gauge, and an AK-47, spray\nLil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave, they lay\nWith a slug stuck all up in ya, when I roll with realer niggas\nPop pop, drop to the sound, hit the ground, when I'm out to kill ya\n\nThem St. Clair Thugs, we love when they poppin' them slugs, now what\nSee the blood from the skull when I dug them enemies deep in the mud, they drugged\nI roll with them trues, snooze, you lose\nUndressed, on the alley floor fucked up\nWhat's up with them shoes? Ooh, they new\nSo we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks\nBust a left at the block, hey, what do ya know?\nOh, no, the po-po! They follow\nCopper gotta see the nigga layin' behind the store, but nigga, remember my motto\nMe no surrender!\nGotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness\nSee the other side, and I swing to the ride\nRollin' through the cut, hit 95\nPeel, bailin' for safety, we make it and chill\nGotta make a mil, better not get caught for real\nNigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel\nAin't no competition, don't fuck with my clique\nAnd so listen, you bitches, stay trippin', show hate, when we stickin' n lickin' the pockets, hoe\nDrop out that dollar, mane. Try to holla, bang!\nThuggin' with the thug niggas smokin' blunts\nNigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right, I'm ah run and get a sack, and come choke with y'all\n\nNow you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride\nGettin' high off Thai, my niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the 9-9\nBetter kill 'em all, dog, bang bang to them fall with the twelve gauge you bustin' on niggas. So what now?\nCome, nigga, get bucked, pal\nWell not only that, get shut the fuck down\nAnd I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas\nSome nigga that fucked up, never no player haters in the clique allowed, and we never no bustas\nNever catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshots rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell\nDaily collectin' me mayo, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails, oh well\n\nExecution double nine style, steadily sendin' that body underground","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Welcome to The Dark Side\n[00:05.23] Backwards: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:11.08] Eternal (St. Clair, nigga), Eternal, Eternal, Eternal\n[00:19.37] Backwards: (Thuggish Ruggish Bone lyrics)\n[00:25.75] Eternal, Eternal, Eternal, Eternal\n[00:27.19] Backwards: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:28.63] Eternal, Eternal, Eternal, Eternal\n[00:38.48] Backwards: (Thuggish Ruggish Bone lyrics)\n[00:49.26] Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!\n[00:52.85] Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha\n[00:54.73] Right back at your muthafuckin' ass, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock\n[01:02.75] Puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land\n[01:05.84] Takin' no shorts, no losses\n[01:08.60] Puttin' it on you jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas\n[01:13.36] You better pin to what's real, bitch\n[01:16.27] Takin' over shit in the 9-5, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n[01:23.91] Nigga, this St.Clair (St.Clair, St. Clair, St. Clair, St Clair)\n[01:30.63] \n[01:36.38] Yeah, nigga\n[01:36.55] Execution double nine style, steadily puttin' them bodies underground\n[01:41.31] Little B all about that yayo bankroll\n[01:42.83] Better make that money, mane, then roll\n[01:45.21] Put it on the low, when it be them hoes, and I pin em' and bang\n[01:47.87] Gotta get them demons off me\n[01:49.29] Creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul\n[01:51.59] And sleepin' ain't good to go now, when I'm alone, on NoDoz, I'd better watch the door\n[01:55.29] Then I won't be slippin', sleepin'\n[01:56.72] Gather the thugs I bails with\n[01:58.13] With a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, 187 and a 211\n[02:02.78] Twelve gauge, and an AK-47, spray\n[02:05.25] Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave, they lay\n[02:08.54] With a slug stuck all up in ya, when I roll with realer niggas\n[02:11.60] Pop pop, drop to the sound, hit the ground, when I'm out to kill ya\n[02:15.20] Them St. Clair Thugs, we love when they poppin' them slugs, now what\n[02:18.43] See the blood from the skull when I dug them enemies deep in the mud, they drugged\n[02:22.08] I roll with them trues, snooze, you lose\n[02:23.65] Undressed, on the alley floor fucked up\n[02:25.22] What's up with them shoes? Ooh, they new\n[02:26.92] So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks\n[02:28.52] Bust a left at the block, hey, what do ya know?\n[02:30.39] Oh, no, the po-po! They follow\n[02:31.68] Copper gotta see the nigga layin' behind the store, but nigga, remember my motto\n[02:35.15] Me no surrender!\n[02:36.64] Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness\n[02:38.21] See the other side, and I swing to the ride\n[02:39.96] Rollin' through the cut, hit 95\n[02:41.60] Peel, bailin' for safety, we make it and chill\n[02:44.48] Gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real\n[02:46.36] Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel\n[02:48.18] Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my clique\n[02:49.64] And so listen, you bitches, stay trippin', show hate, when we stickin' n lickin' the pockets, hoe\n[02:52.78] Drop out that dollar, mane. Try to holla, bang!\n[02:54.42] Thuggin' with the thug niggas smokin' blunts\n[02:56.15] Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right, I'm ah run and get a sack, and come choke with y'all\n[03:00.46] Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride\n[03:04.21] Gettin' high off Thai, my niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the 9-9\n[03:07.55] Better kill 'em all, dog, bang bang to them fall with the twelve gauge you bustin' on niggas. 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Buck!\n  Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha\n  Right back at your muthafuckin' ass, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock\n  Puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land\n  Takin' no shorts, no losses\n  Puttin' it on you jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas\n  You better pin to what's real, bitch\n  Takin' over shit in the 9-5, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  Nigga, this St.Clair (St.Clair, St. Clair, St. Clair, St Clair)\n\n  Yeah, nigga\n  Execution double nine style, steadily puttin' them bodies underground\n\n  Little B all about that yayo bankroll\n  Better make that money, mane, then roll\n  Put it on the low, when it be them hoes, and I pin em' and bang\n  Gotta get them demons off me\n  Creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul\n  And sleepin' ain't good to go now, when I'm alone, on NoDoz, I'd better watch the door\n  Then I won't be slippin', sleepin'\n  Gather the thugs I bails with\n  With a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, 187 and a 211\n  Twelve gauge, and an AK-47, spray\n  Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave, they lay\n  With a slug stuck all up in ya, when I roll with realer niggas\n  Pop pop, drop to the sound, hit the ground, when I'm out to kill ya\n\n  Them St. Clair Thugs, we love when they poppin' them slugs, now what\n  See the blood from the skull when I dug them enemies deep in the mud, they drugged\n  I roll with them trues, snooze, you lose\n  Undressed, on the alley floor fucked up\n  What's up with them shoes? Ooh, they new\n  So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks\n  Bust a left at the block, hey, what do ya know?\n  Oh, no, the po-po! They follow\n  Copper gotta see the nigga layin' behind the store, but nigga, remember my motto\n  Me no surrender!\n  Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness\n  See the other side, and I swing to the ride\n  Rollin' through the cut, hit 95\n  Peel, bailin' for safety, we make it and chill\n  Gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real\n  Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel\n  Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my clique\n  And so listen, you bitches, stay trippin', show hate, when we stickin' n lickin' the pockets, hoe\n  Drop out that dollar, mane. 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