[{"id":36886210,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Die Die Die","duration":172.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Die Die Die\n  duration_ms: 172000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 16490\n- text: Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  start_ms: 16490\n  end_ms: 19530\n- text: Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  start_ms: 19530\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 21610\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 21610\n  end_ms: 22660\n- text: I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 22660\n  end_ms: 24550\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30940\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 30940\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38310\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38310\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 41120\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46790\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 46790\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! 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Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":12758053,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone","albumName":"Thugs N Harmony","duration":172.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nall of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nwheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.11] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.02] Shhh!\n[00:02.23] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.19] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.28] Here they come.\n[00:06.37] Here they come.\n[00:06.95] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:07.80] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.13] Duck down.\n[00:10.84] Duck down.\n[00:11.26] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:13.69] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:18.09] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.00] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.79] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.96] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:25.04] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.19] I'm...)\n[00:26.79] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:27.83] Krayzie\n[00:28.40] Pop-pop!\n[00:28.96] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:31.09] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:33.37] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.39] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.34] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:40.81] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:44.21] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:47.09] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.81] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.52] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.60] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.33] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.45] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[00:59.80] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:01.52] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:04.33] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.65] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.82] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:14.16] Them St.\n[01:14.70] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:17.19] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.75] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.68] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:20.19] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:22.05] I'm...)\n[01:22.64] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.74] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.64] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.94] Reporter\n[01:32.78] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:34.74] Bizzy\n[01:37.16] \n[01:39.61] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:47.97] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.92] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.64] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:55.66] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:57.77] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.39] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.58] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:06.92] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.62] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.58] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.08] And we get fried.\n[02:16.10] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:17.16] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.43] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:19.76] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.13] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.65] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:24.65] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:26.78] Witnesses\n[02:28.07] Man, he just...\n[02:28.87] all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.37] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.86] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.12] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.31] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.86] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.78] wheeeeeew\n[02:46.35] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.69] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.92] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.58] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:50.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone\n  album: Thugs N Harmony\n  duration_ms: 172000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 110\n  end_ms: 1020\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1020\n  end_ms: 2230\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2230\n  end_ms: 4190\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4190\n  end_ms: 5280\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5280\n  end_ms: 6370\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6370\n  end_ms: 6950\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6950\n  end_ms: 7800\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 7800\n  end_ms: 10130\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10130\n  end_ms: 10840\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10840\n  end_ms: 11260\n- text: Shit! 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'\n  start_ms: 57450\n  end_ms: 59800\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 59800\n  end_ms: 61520\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 61520\n  end_ms: 64330\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 64330\n  end_ms: 66650\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66650\n  end_ms: 71820\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71820\n  end_ms: 74160\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 74160\n  end_ms: 74700\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74700\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 77750\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77750\n  end_ms: 78680\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78680\n  end_ms: 80190\n- text: Die, die, die! 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Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 91940\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91940\n  end_ms: 92780\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92780\n  end_ms: 94740\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 94740\n  end_ms: 97160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 97160\n  end_ms: 99610\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 99610\n  end_ms: 107970\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 107970\n  end_ms: 110920\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110920\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113640\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113640\n  end_ms: 115660\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 115660\n  end_ms: 117770\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 117770\n  end_ms: 121390\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121390\n  end_ms: 124580\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124580\n  end_ms: 126920\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 126920\n  end_ms: 131620\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131620\n  end_ms: 133580\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133580\n  end_ms: 135080\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135080\n  end_ms: 136100\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 136100\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 137160\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 137160\n  end_ms: 138430\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138430\n  end_ms: 139760\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 139760\n  end_ms: 141130\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141130\n  end_ms: 142650\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142650\n  end_ms: 144650\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 144650\n  end_ms: 146780\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 146780\n  end_ms: 148070\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148070\n  end_ms: 148870\n- text: all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 148870\n  end_ms: 150370\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150370\n  end_ms: 151860\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151860\n  end_ms: 153120\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153120\n  end_ms: 155310\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. 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(These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":25758724,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"N-Harmony - E. 1999 Eternal","duration":171.8266669,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: N-Harmony - E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 171827\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! 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Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. 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(These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":33123301,"name":"Whom Die They Lie","trackName":"Whom Die They Lie","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"Bone_Thugs-N-Harmony-The_Art_Of_War-2CD-FLAC-1997-PERFECT","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's East 1999 time\n\nI promise that I'll hunt you bastards\nZip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry\nIs you ready for me magic?\nLet 'em blast, and nigga, better burn\nThen move, true to the murder mo, gladly\n'Cause the haters never had to have me\nWant to follow fools through alleys\n'Cause ready to lose and daddy\nWho raised me like Layzie, Krayzie\nProbably St. Clair babies, so hate me\nBut I handle my business\nSo lately I can handle my shady\nKill 'em, but we think I'm a bomb again\nNo leavin' as they put me in prison and give me time\nI'm ready for the gun to go get'em\nAnd I'm a fill 'em with eleven of mine and one die\nIs he ready to lie if I decide\nLookin' at my killin's in his eyes and boom to go bye\nI'm gonna fly (fly)\nWhom die they lie\n\nWhom die they lie\n\nNo mo' mercy\n\nWhom die they lie (Shot)\n\nNow, who want to go snitch?\nTalk shit about real trues, still be payin' dues\nSaw them sneakin'\nAnd a nigga gettin' sick of all the players, they hatin'\nWhy so many fakers runnin' they mouth about shit and they lose\nLookin' so deep eyes, and tell it when they lyin'\nStop tryin', but they never convince none\nGot hundreds runnin' up with gauges\nStill I'm sure they sure they fryin' us, but I buck\nSometimes I save it, for me kill 'em off late at night\nSo, what if it got too late for me to get 'em?\nThen gotta switch to testin' G's\nIn this game I aim to keep away from every crazy steady\nWe're too quick to pull petty bullshit\nY'all thought that you could fuck with the Cleveland thugstas\nNumber one fillin' his gun, and I wish you would\nBitch, pop, pop and pump and have to show you through\nWhen Mo' thugs comin' in, it's a headline\nTime to get on top of moff top\nWhen they got on stages all over this nation\nWorld, and I plan on\nNow look at you busters get mad\nBeat the fuckers on their own line\nDon't make 'em tell it to ya twice\nWhen you crack a grip, keep it real\nBut you should die, pay the price top\nWhom die they lie\n\nWhom die they lie\n\nNo mo' mercy\n\nWhom die they lie (Shot)\n\nTime to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta\nLittle sneaky motherfucker on a mission\nGrind, be plottin' for it quickly\nWho fried? Do or die, nigga\nYou and I for the creep on the come up\nAnd pay these niggas a visit\nSo is it, was it, wicked ways\nGot me strugglin' for days\nHey, a nigga's gotta eat, so yo\nI gotta get paid and blaze\nSo swift not to catch a case\nCrept up in his place\nWhile the nigga was gone for his safe\nAnd his stones, and it's on\n'Cause the Bones havin' a say\nI won't forget this evenin'\nNigga had thief, Little Layzie Bone\nThievin', 'cause he had cameras hid off into his ceiling\nPin me, niggas run away\nThey said they lookin' for me\nBut I'm a find a nigga killin' before this nigga find me\nY'all niggas know a murder-bound city\nSee me when I'm servin' now, parlay it down\nBreakin' it down in the see-Town\nSpot 'em on the avenue, follow him passin' through\nGet 'em at the next red light, green light\nGot the go ahead, infrared on your forehead\nWhom die they lie\n\nWhom die they lie\nNo mo' mercy,\nWhom die they lie (Shot)\n\nI'm that nigga with the shot and, red-hand\nAnswerin' 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yes, it pays, if it's cool with it, cool with it\n  start_ms: 204960\n  end_ms: 207120\n- text: Never act a fool with it, broad, 'cause your losin' me\n  start_ms: 207120\n  end_ms: 209470\n- text: Tell a muthafuckin' nigga, 'cause a nigga told another nigga\n  start_ms: 209470\n  end_ms: 211620\n- text: '\"I know who did it\"'\n  start_ms: 211620\n  end_ms: 213260\n- text: Rollin' with the thuggish bunch of all\n  start_ms: 213260\n  end_ms: 214400\n- text: Testin' nuts, and, nigga, we'll cut your balls\n  start_ms: 214400\n  end_ms: 215970\n- text: It's Mr. Sawed-off, Sawed-off\n  start_ms: 215970\n  end_ms: 218430\n- text: Whom die, die, whom die, die, they lie\n  start_ms: 218430\n  end_ms: 221760\n- text: Whom die they lie\n  start_ms: 221760\n  end_ms: 223160\n- text: No mo' mercy,\n  start_ms: 223160\n  end_ms: 224810\n- text: Whom die they lie (Shot)\n  start_ms: 224810\n  end_ms: 226190\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 226190\nplain: |-\n  It's East 1999 time\n\n  I promise that I'll hunt you bastards\n  Zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry\n  Is you ready for me magic?\n  Let 'em blast, and nigga, better burn\n  Then move, true to the murder mo, gladly\n  'Cause the haters never had to have me\n  Want to follow fools through alleys\n  'Cause ready to lose and daddy\n  Who raised me like Layzie, Krayzie\n  Probably St. Clair babies, so hate me\n  But I handle my business\n  So lately I can handle my shady\n  Kill 'em, but we think I'm a bomb again\n  No leavin' as they put me in prison and give me time\n  I'm ready for the gun to go get'em\n  And I'm a fill 'em with eleven of mine and one die\n  Is he ready to lie if I decide\n  Lookin' at my killin's in his eyes and boom to go bye\n  I'm gonna fly (fly)\n  Whom die they lie\n\n  Whom die they lie\n\n  No mo' mercy\n\n  Whom die they lie (Shot)\n\n  Now, who want to go snitch?\n  Talk shit about real trues, still be payin' dues\n  Saw them sneakin'\n  And a nigga gettin' sick of all the players, they hatin'\n  Why so many fakers runnin' they mouth about shit and they lose\n  Lookin' so deep eyes, and tell it when they lyin'\n  Stop tryin', but they never convince none\n  Got hundreds runnin' up with gauges\n  Still I'm sure they sure they fryin' us, but I buck\n  Sometimes I save it, for me kill 'em off late at night\n  So, what if it got too late for me to get 'em?\n  Then gotta switch to testin' G's\n  In this game I aim to keep away from every crazy steady\n  We're too quick to pull petty bullshit\n  Y'all thought that you could fuck with the Cleveland thugstas\n  Number one fillin' his gun, and I wish you would\n  Bitch, pop, pop and pump and have to show you through\n  When Mo' thugs comin' in, it's a headline\n  Time to get on top of moff top\n  When they got on stages all over this nation\n  World, and I plan on\n  Now look at you busters get mad\n  Beat the fuckers on their own line\n  Don't make 'em tell it to ya twice\n  When you crack a grip, keep it real\n  But you should die, pay the price top\n  Whom die they lie\n\n  Whom die they lie\n\n  No mo' mercy\n\n  Whom die they lie (Shot)\n\n  Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta\n  Little sneaky motherfucker on a mission\n  Grind, be plottin' for it quickly\n  Who fried? Do or die, nigga\n  You and I for the creep on the come up\n  And pay these niggas a visit\n  So is it, was it, wicked ways\n  Got me strugglin' for days\n  Hey, a nigga's gotta eat, so yo\n  I gotta get paid and blaze\n  So swift not to catch a case\n  Crept up in his place\n  While the nigga was gone for his safe\n  And his stones, and it's on\n  'Cause the Bones havin' a say\n  I won't forget this evenin'\n  Nigga had thief, Little Layzie Bone\n  Thievin', 'cause he had cameras hid off into his ceiling\n  Pin me, niggas run away\n  They said they lookin' for me\n  But I'm a find a nigga killin' before this nigga find me\n  Y'all niggas know a murder-bound city\n  See me when I'm servin' now, parlay it down\n  Breakin' it down in the see-Town\n  Spot 'em on the avenue, follow him passin' through\n  Get 'em at the next red light, green light\n  Got the go ahead, infrared on your forehead\n  Whom die they lie\n\n  Whom die they lie\n  No mo' mercy,\n  Whom die they lie (Shot)\n\n  I'm that nigga with the shot and, red-hand\n  Answerin' niggas, poppin' enemy\n  Drop 'em\n  Me gotta get 'em\n  Kill 'em before they get the coppers on us\n  And you know the bitches want us\n  But as soon as they close, it's the pap pap, pardon me\n  Take a look, and what you see;\n  Krayzie still runnin' from the police\n  'Cause I got a fuckin' bag of weed\n  I'll be leavin' sale now on the scene\n  I can do it, I can kill 'em if he gotta be a casualty\n  He after me, but I'm a put a bullet through your head\n  Should of fled, but you didn't, so bye-bye\n  Take 'em a couple a days to get your body outta the sea\n  Meet your fuckin' fate and in grave lay\n  St. Clair, Wasteland, all my niggas comin'\n  Oh but they can't take it, if you want to make it\n  Break 'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid\n  Or your fuckin' with some niggas in some desperate days\n  Crime, yes, it pays, if it's cool with it, cool with it\n  Never act a fool with it, broad, 'cause your losin' me\n  Tell a muthafuckin' nigga, 'cause a nigga told another nigga\n  \"I know who did it\"\n  Rollin' with the thuggish bunch of all\n  Testin' nuts, and, nigga, we'll cut your balls\n  It's Mr. Sawed-off, Sawed-off\n  Whom die, die, whom die, die, they lie\n\n  Whom die they lie\n  No mo' mercy,\n  Whom die they lie (Shot)\n"},{"id":4784705,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":172.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 172000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! 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'\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":3968821,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":172.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 172000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 16490\n- text: Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  start_ms: 16490\n  end_ms: 19530\n- text: Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  start_ms: 19530\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 21610\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 21610\n  end_ms: 22660\n- text: I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 22660\n  end_ms: 24550\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30940\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 30940\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38310\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38310\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 41120\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46790\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 46790\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":2185972,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":151.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 151000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 16490\n- text: Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  start_ms: 16490\n  end_ms: 19530\n- text: Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  start_ms: 19530\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 21610\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 21610\n  end_ms: 22660\n- text: I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 22660\n  end_ms: 24550\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30940\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 30940\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38310\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38310\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 41120\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46790\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 46790\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":233052,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":151.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 151000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 16490\n- text: Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  start_ms: 16490\n  end_ms: 19530\n- text: Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  start_ms: 19530\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 21610\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 21610\n  end_ms: 22660\n- text: I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 22660\n  end_ms: 24550\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30940\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 30940\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38310\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38310\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 41120\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46790\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 46790\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":15606241,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"1st of tha Month","duration":173.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nall of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nwheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.11] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.02] Shhh!\n[00:02.23] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.19] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.28] Here they come.\n[00:06.37] Here they come.\n[00:06.95] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:07.80] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.13] Duck down.\n[00:10.84] Duck down.\n[00:11.26] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:13.69] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:18.09] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.00] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.79] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.96] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:25.04] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.19] I'm...)\n[00:26.79] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:27.83] Krayzie\n[00:28.40] Pop-pop!\n[00:28.96] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:31.09] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:33.37] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.39] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.34] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:40.81] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:44.21] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:47.09] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.81] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.52] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.60] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.33] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.45] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[00:59.80] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:01.52] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:04.33] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.65] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.82] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:14.16] Them St.\n[01:14.70] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:17.19] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.75] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.68] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:20.19] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:22.05] I'm...)\n[01:22.64] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.74] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.64] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.94] Reporter\n[01:32.78] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:34.74] Bizzy\n[01:37.16] \n[01:39.61] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:47.97] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.92] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.64] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:55.66] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:57.77] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.39] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.58] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:06.92] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.62] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.58] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.08] And we get fried.\n[02:16.10] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:17.16] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.43] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:19.76] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.13] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.65] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:24.65] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:26.78] Witnesses\n[02:28.07] Man, he just...\n[02:28.87] all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.37] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.86] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.12] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.31] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.86] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.78] wheeeeeew\n[02:46.35] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.69] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.92] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.58] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:50.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: 1st of tha Month\n  duration_ms: 173000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 110\n  end_ms: 1020\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1020\n  end_ms: 2230\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2230\n  end_ms: 4190\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4190\n  end_ms: 5280\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5280\n  end_ms: 6370\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6370\n  end_ms: 6950\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6950\n  end_ms: 7800\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 7800\n  end_ms: 10130\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10130\n  end_ms: 10840\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10840\n  end_ms: 11260\n- text: Shit! 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(So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 25040\n  end_ms: 26190\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26190\n  end_ms: 26790\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 26790\n  end_ms: 27830\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 27830\n  end_ms: 28400\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 28400\n  end_ms: 28960\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 28960\n  end_ms: 31090\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 31090\n  end_ms: 33370\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 33370\n  end_ms: 35390\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35390\n  end_ms: 38340\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38340\n  end_ms: 40810\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 40810\n  end_ms: 44210\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 44210\n  end_ms: 47090\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 47090\n  end_ms: 49810\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49810\n  end_ms: 52520\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52520\n  end_ms: 53600\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53600\n  end_ms: 55330\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55330\n  end_ms: 57450\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57450\n  end_ms: 59800\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 59800\n  end_ms: 61520\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 61520\n  end_ms: 64330\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 64330\n  end_ms: 66650\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66650\n  end_ms: 71820\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71820\n  end_ms: 74160\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 74160\n  end_ms: 74700\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74700\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 77750\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77750\n  end_ms: 78680\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78680\n  end_ms: 80190\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 80190\n  end_ms: 82050\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 82050\n  end_ms: 82640\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82640\n  end_ms: 83740\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83740\n  end_ms: 84640\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 91940\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91940\n  end_ms: 92780\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92780\n  end_ms: 94740\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 94740\n  end_ms: 97160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 97160\n  end_ms: 99610\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 99610\n  end_ms: 107970\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 107970\n  end_ms: 110920\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110920\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113640\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113640\n  end_ms: 115660\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 115660\n  end_ms: 117770\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 117770\n  end_ms: 121390\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121390\n  end_ms: 124580\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124580\n  end_ms: 126920\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 126920\n  end_ms: 131620\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131620\n  end_ms: 133580\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133580\n  end_ms: 135080\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135080\n  end_ms: 136100\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 136100\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 137160\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 137160\n  end_ms: 138430\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138430\n  end_ms: 139760\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 139760\n  end_ms: 141130\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141130\n  end_ms: 142650\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142650\n  end_ms: 144650\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 144650\n  end_ms: 146780\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 146780\n  end_ms: 148070\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148070\n  end_ms: 148870\n- text: all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 148870\n  end_ms: 150370\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150370\n  end_ms: 151860\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151860\n  end_ms: 153120\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153120\n  end_ms: 155310\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155310\n  end_ms: 161860\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161860\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165780\n- text: wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165780\n  end_ms: 166350\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166350\n  end_ms: 167690\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167690\n  end_ms: 168920\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168920\n  end_ms: 169580\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169580\n  end_ms: 170830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 170830\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":24191162,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Eternal 1999","duration":171.8649216,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Eternal 1999\n  duration_ms: 171865\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 16490\n- text: Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  start_ms: 16490\n  end_ms: 19530\n- text: Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  start_ms: 19530\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 21610\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 21610\n  end_ms: 22660\n- text: I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 22660\n  end_ms: 24550\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30940\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 30940\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38310\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38310\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 41120\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46790\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 46790\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":22813519,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":174.367375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 174367\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 16490\n- text: Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  start_ms: 16490\n  end_ms: 19530\n- text: Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  start_ms: 19530\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 21610\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 21610\n  end_ms: 22660\n- text: I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 22660\n  end_ms: 24550\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30940\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 30940\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38310\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38310\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 41120\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46790\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 46790\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":24674227,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal [Remastered]","duration":173.607964,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal [Remastered]\n  duration_ms: 173608\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! 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(So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30940\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 30940\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38310\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38310\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 41120\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46790\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 46790\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":12954482,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"E․ 1999 Eternal","duration":172.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nall of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nwheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.11] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.02] Shhh!\n[00:02.23] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.19] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.28] Here they come.\n[00:06.37] Here they come.\n[00:06.95] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:07.80] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.13] Duck down.\n[00:10.84] Duck down.\n[00:11.26] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:13.69] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:18.09] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.00] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.79] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.96] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:25.04] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.19] I'm...)\n[00:26.79] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:27.83] Krayzie\n[00:28.40] Pop-pop!\n[00:28.96] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:31.09] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:33.37] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.39] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.34] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:40.81] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:44.21] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:47.09] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.81] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.52] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.60] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.33] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.45] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[00:59.80] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:01.52] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:04.33] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.65] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.82] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:14.16] Them St.\n[01:14.70] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:17.19] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.75] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.68] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:20.19] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:22.05] I'm...)\n[01:22.64] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.74] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.64] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.94] Reporter\n[01:32.78] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:34.74] Bizzy\n[01:37.16] \n[01:39.61] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:47.97] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.92] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.64] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:55.66] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:57.77] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.39] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.58] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:06.92] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.62] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.58] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.08] And we get fried.\n[02:16.10] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:17.16] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.43] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:19.76] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.13] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.65] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:24.65] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:26.78] Witnesses\n[02:28.07] Man, he just...\n[02:28.87] all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.37] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.86] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.12] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.31] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.86] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.78] wheeeeeew\n[02:46.35] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.69] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.92] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.58] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:50.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: E․ 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 172000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 110\n  end_ms: 1020\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1020\n  end_ms: 2230\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2230\n  end_ms: 4190\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4190\n  end_ms: 5280\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5280\n  end_ms: 6370\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6370\n  end_ms: 6950\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6950\n  end_ms: 7800\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 7800\n  end_ms: 10130\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10130\n  end_ms: 10840\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10840\n  end_ms: 11260\n- text: Shit! 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(So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 25040\n  end_ms: 26190\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26190\n  end_ms: 26790\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 26790\n  end_ms: 27830\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 27830\n  end_ms: 28400\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 28400\n  end_ms: 28960\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 28960\n  end_ms: 31090\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 31090\n  end_ms: 33370\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 33370\n  end_ms: 35390\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35390\n  end_ms: 38340\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38340\n  end_ms: 40810\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 40810\n  end_ms: 44210\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 44210\n  end_ms: 47090\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 47090\n  end_ms: 49810\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49810\n  end_ms: 52520\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52520\n  end_ms: 53600\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53600\n  end_ms: 55330\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55330\n  end_ms: 57450\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57450\n  end_ms: 59800\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 59800\n  end_ms: 61520\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 61520\n  end_ms: 64330\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 64330\n  end_ms: 66650\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66650\n  end_ms: 71820\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71820\n  end_ms: 74160\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 74160\n  end_ms: 74700\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74700\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 77750\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77750\n  end_ms: 78680\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78680\n  end_ms: 80190\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 80190\n  end_ms: 82050\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 82050\n  end_ms: 82640\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82640\n  end_ms: 83740\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83740\n  end_ms: 84640\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 91940\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91940\n  end_ms: 92780\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92780\n  end_ms: 94740\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 94740\n  end_ms: 97160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 97160\n  end_ms: 99610\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 99610\n  end_ms: 107970\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 107970\n  end_ms: 110920\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110920\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113640\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113640\n  end_ms: 115660\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 115660\n  end_ms: 117770\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 117770\n  end_ms: 121390\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121390\n  end_ms: 124580\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124580\n  end_ms: 126920\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 126920\n  end_ms: 131620\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131620\n  end_ms: 133580\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133580\n  end_ms: 135080\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135080\n  end_ms: 136100\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 136100\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 137160\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 137160\n  end_ms: 138430\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138430\n  end_ms: 139760\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 139760\n  end_ms: 141130\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141130\n  end_ms: 142650\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142650\n  end_ms: 144650\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 144650\n  end_ms: 146780\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 146780\n  end_ms: 148070\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148070\n  end_ms: 148870\n- text: all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 148870\n  end_ms: 150370\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150370\n  end_ms: 151860\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151860\n  end_ms: 153120\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153120\n  end_ms: 155310\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155310\n  end_ms: 161860\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161860\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165780\n- text: wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165780\n  end_ms: 166350\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166350\n  end_ms: 167690\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167690\n  end_ms: 168920\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168920\n  end_ms: 169580\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169580\n  end_ms: 170830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 170830\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":37264748,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E1999 Eternal [UK]","duration":172.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E1999 Eternal [UK]\n  duration_ms: 172000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! 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(So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30940\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 30940\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38310\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38310\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 41120\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46790\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 46790\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":36552789,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 16490\n- text: Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  start_ms: 16490\n  end_ms: 19530\n- text: Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  start_ms: 19530\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 21610\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 21610\n  end_ms: 22660\n- text: I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 22660\n  end_ms: 24550\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30940\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 30940\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38310\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38310\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 41120\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46790\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 46790\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":26772249,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"e. eternal 1999","duration":150.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: e. eternal 1999\n  duration_ms: 150000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 16490\n- text: Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  start_ms: 16490\n  end_ms: 19530\n- text: Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  start_ms: 19530\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 21610\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 21610\n  end_ms: 22660\n- text: I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 22660\n  end_ms: 24550\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30940\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 30940\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38310\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38310\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 41120\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46790\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 46790\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":26705879,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"East 1999 Eternal","duration":171.867562,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: East 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 171868\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 16490\n- text: Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  start_ms: 16490\n  end_ms: 19530\n- text: Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  start_ms: 19530\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 21610\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 21610\n  end_ms: 22660\n- text: I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 22660\n  end_ms: 24550\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30940\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 30940\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38310\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38310\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 41120\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46790\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 46790\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":26690821,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Eternal (East 1999)","duration":172.277583,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Eternal (East 1999)\n  duration_ms: 172278\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 16490\n- text: Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  start_ms: 16490\n  end_ms: 19530\n- text: Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  start_ms: 19530\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 21610\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 21610\n  end_ms: 22660\n- text: I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 22660\n  end_ms: 24550\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30940\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 30940\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38310\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38310\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 41120\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46790\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 46790\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":29021296,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone Thugs N Harmony","albumName":"E. Eternal 1999","duration":172.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  album: E. 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'\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"},{"id":26994434,"name":"Die Die Die","trackName":"Die Die Die","artistName":"Bone thugs-n-harmony","albumName":"E .1999 .ternal","duration":171.891042,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bizzy (Police Officer)\nShhh!\nShut up, nigga.\nShut the fuck up, nigga.\nHere they come.\nHere they come.\nHere they come, nigga.\nDuck down, nigga.\nDuck down.\nDuck down.\nShit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\nCome on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\nNigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nKrayzie\nPop-pop!\nDroppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\nNigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\nOne eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\nYou fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\nWe droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\nThen you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\nYou don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\nBetter check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\nFuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\nSenseless killa.\nFifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\nFuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\nKrayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\nCause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\nMe lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\nThey givin' me what me need, man.\nWhen I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\nSo come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\nThem St.\nClair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\nBizzy (Krayzie)\nI'm little Ripsta.\nI'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\nDie, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\nI'm...)\nWillin' and ready to ride.\nBizzy (Police Officer)\n(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\nReporter\nThe seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\nBizzy\nRunnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\nPap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\nLittle' Rip didn't wanna!\nThe bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\nLet's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\nNuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\nAll niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\nAnd they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\nBet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\nYou don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\nCuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\nWhat is it in you, deeper than dead?\nAnd we get fried.\nP.\nO.\nD.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\nOnce inside forgettin' about remorse.\nYour curse will ride.\nCry now when you're ready to lie down.\nWhen I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\nMeanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\nWitnesses\nMan, he just...\nAll of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\nI didn't know what was goin' on.\nI'm just walkin' by.\nJust got a—bought a bottle of wine.\nI was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\nWell, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\nDon't jump.\" And he did...\nWheeeeeew\n\nDid you know the guy?\nHe sure had a problem.\nThat's all I could tell you.\nAll I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[00:01.51] Shhh!\n[00:02.36] Shut up, nigga.\n[00:04.18] Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n[00:05.26] Here they come.\n[00:06.25] Here they come.\n[00:06.83] Here they come, nigga.\n[00:08.04] Duck down, nigga.\n[00:10.10] Duck down.\n[00:10.58] Duck down.\n[00:11.24] Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n[00:16.49] Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n[00:19.53] Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n[00:21.08] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[00:21.61] I'm little Ripsta.\n[00:22.66] I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[00:24.55] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[00:26.26] I'm...)\n[00:27.22] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[00:28.35] Krayzie\n[00:29.03] Pop-pop!\n[00:29.52] Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n[00:30.94] Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n[00:32.80] One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n[00:35.30] You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n[00:38.31] We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n[00:41.12] Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n[00:43.73] You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n[00:46.79] Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n[00:49.68] Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n[00:52.47] Senseless killa.\n[00:53.55] Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n[00:55.20] Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n[00:57.63] Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n[01:00.44] Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n[01:02.86] Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n[01:05.09] They givin' me what me need, man.\n[01:06.48] When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n[01:11.40] So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n[01:13.79] Them St.\n[01:14.96] Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n[01:16.74] Bizzy (Krayzie)\n[01:17.19] I'm little Ripsta.\n[01:18.60] I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n[01:19.73] Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n[01:21.60] I'm...)\n[01:22.36] Willin' and ready to ride.\n[01:23.79] Bizzy (Police Officer)\n[01:24.97] (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n[01:31.79] Reporter\n[01:32.34] The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n[01:33.90] Bizzy\n[01:34.41] Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n[01:48.39] Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n[01:50.61] Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n[01:52.22] The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n[01:53.90] Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n[01:56.33] Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n[01:58.35] All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n[02:01.60] And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n[02:04.72] Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n[02:07.22] You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n[02:11.46] Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n[02:13.22] What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n[02:15.26] And we get fried.\n[02:15.90] P.\n[02:16.50] O.\n[02:16.75] D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n[02:18.88] Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n[02:20.29] Your curse will ride.\n[02:21.35] Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n[02:22.94] When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n[02:25.04] Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n[02:27.34] Witnesses\n[02:28.14] Man, he just...\n[02:29.08] All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n[02:30.45] I didn't know what was goin' on.\n[02:31.71] I'm just walkin' by.\n[02:33.07] Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n[02:35.02] I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n[02:41.72] Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n[02:44.24] Don't jump.\" And he did...\n[02:45.46] Wheeeeeew\n[02:46.27] Did you know the guy?\n[02:47.19] He sure had a problem.\n[02:48.28] That's all I could tell you.\n[02:49.02] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n[02:52.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Die Die\n  artist: Bone thugs-n-harmony\n  album: E .1999 .ternal\n  duration_ms: 171891\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1510\n- text: Shhh!\n  start_ms: 1510\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Shut up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4180\n- text: Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  start_ms: 4180\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 6250\n- text: Here they come.\n  start_ms: 6250\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: Here they come, nigga.\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8040\n- text: Duck down, nigga.\n  start_ms: 8040\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Duck down.\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11240\n- text: Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  start_ms: 11240\n  end_ms: 16490\n- text: Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  start_ms: 16490\n  end_ms: 19530\n- text: Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  start_ms: 19530\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 21610\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 21610\n  end_ms: 22660\n- text: I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 22660\n  end_ms: 24550\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 28350\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 28350\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Pop-pop!\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30940\n- text: Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  start_ms: 30940\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38310\n- text: We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  start_ms: 38310\n  end_ms: 41120\n- text: Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  start_ms: 41120\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 46790\n- text: 'Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.'\n  start_ms: 46790\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: 'Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.'\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Senseless killa.\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 55200\n- text: Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  start_ms: 55200\n  end_ms: 57630\n- text: Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  start_ms: 57630\n  end_ms: 60440\n- text: Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  start_ms: 60440\n  end_ms: 62860\n- text: Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  start_ms: 62860\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: They givin' me what me need, man.\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 66480\n- text: When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  start_ms: 66480\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 73790\n- text: Them St.\n  start_ms: 73790\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 77190\n- text: I'm little Ripsta.\n  start_ms: 77190\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 81600\n- text: I'm...)\n  start_ms: 81600\n  end_ms: 82360\n- text: Willin' and ready to ride.\n  start_ms: 82360\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 84970\n- text: (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  start_ms: 84970\n  end_ms: 91790\n- text: Reporter\n  start_ms: 91790\n  end_ms: 92340\n- text: The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  start_ms: 92340\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 94410\n- text: Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  start_ms: 94410\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 110610\n- text: Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  start_ms: 110610\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 116330\n- text: Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  start_ms: 116330\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 124720\n- text: Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  start_ms: 124720\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135260\n- text: And we get fried.\n  start_ms: 135260\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: P.\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 136500\n- text: O.\n  start_ms: 136500\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 138880\n- text: Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  start_ms: 138880\n  end_ms: 140290\n- text: Your curse will ride.\n  start_ms: 140290\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 142940\n- text: When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  start_ms: 142940\n  end_ms: 145040\n- text: Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  start_ms: 145040\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Witnesses\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: Man, he just...\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 150450\n- text: I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  start_ms: 150450\n  end_ms: 151710\n- text: I'm just walkin' by.\n  start_ms: 151710\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164240\n- text: Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  start_ms: 164240\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: Wheeeeeew\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Did you know the guy?\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 167190\n- text: He sure had a problem.\n  start_ms: 167190\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: That's all I could tell you.\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 169020\n- text: All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n  start_ms: 169020\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172020\nplain: |-\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  Shhh!\n  Shut up, nigga.\n  Shut the fuck up, nigga.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come.\n  Here they come, nigga.\n  Duck down, nigga.\n  Duck down.\n  Duck down.\n  Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga.\n  Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it.\n  Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Krayzie\n  Pop-pop!\n  Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done.\n  Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned.\n  One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you.\n  You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers.\n  We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.\n  Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care.\n  You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.\n  Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.\n  Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.\n  Senseless killa.\n  Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone.\n  Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on.\n  Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. '\n  Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit.\n  Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man.\n  They givin' me what me need, man.\n  When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.\n  So come to the Land where all the thugs be real.\n  Them St.\n  Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.\n  Bizzy (Krayzie)\n  I'm little Ripsta.\n  I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye\n  Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas.\n  I'm...)\n  Willin' and ready to ride.\n  Bizzy (Police Officer)\n  (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!\n  Reporter\n  The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.\n  Bizzy\n  Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap.\n  Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked.\n  Little' Rip didn't wanna!\n  The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up.\n  Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up.\n  Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs.\n  All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all.\n  And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!.\n  Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down.\n  You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully.\n  Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely.\n  What is it in you, deeper than dead?\n  And we get fried.\n  P.\n  O.\n  D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night.\n  Once inside forgettin' about remorse.\n  Your curse will ride.\n  Cry now when you're ready to lie down.\n  When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.\n  Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.\n  Witnesses\n  Man, he just...\n  All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window.\n  I didn't know what was goin' on.\n  I'm just walkin' by.\n  Just got a—bought a bottle of wine.\n  I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.\n  Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, \"\n  Don't jump.\" And he did...\n  Wheeeeeew\n\n  Did you know the guy?\n  He sure had a problem.\n  That's all I could tell you.\n  All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.\n"}]