[{"id":2186300,"name":"Down ’71 (The Getaway)","trackName":"Down ’71 (The Getaway)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\nFuck that!\nMan put that shit out, man.\nAin't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\nMan, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\nAw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\nJudge\nOkay, order in the court.\nCourt Attendant\nPeople vs.\nBone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\nC601999.\nBailiff\nWill the defendant please stand!\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\nBizzy\nNaw, man!\nSpectator\nYou know the muthafucka did it!\nBailiff\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\nBizzy\nWe had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\nBet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\nIf they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\nRip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\nCopper lettin' the lead off.\nCopper thought that he had me caught.\nLittle Layzie blew his head off.\nGet 'em up, and get up.\nThe bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\nWe split up.\nBust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\nBetter in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\nOne had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\nRun with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\nHit the bend.\nOh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\nThey set in then they lead in.\nThey wanted\nMe up in a coffin.\nCops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\nI went unconscious from the stompin'.\nTakin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\nAnd without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\nMe lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\nHe knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\nSent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\nBut chill, (No doubt).\nSleeper.\nGotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\nSomehow must beat 'cha.\nSo peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\nLayzie\nBailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\nBetter think again.\nIt's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\nLittle nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\nKill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\nBack from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\nHoldin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\nInside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\nKeep buckin' them faster.\nAll I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\nBetter watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\nGotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\nCan't be safe.\nI'm buckin'.\nLittle Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\nGave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\nGotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\nGot plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\nI'm bustin'. '\nCause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\nWe steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\nAnd I pulled a grenade.\nTossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\nCreepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\nFeelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\nElder thug (Bizzy)\nWell, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\nElder thug (Layzie)\nWell, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\nKrayzie\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\nIt began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\nThey done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\nScopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\nGotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\nIt's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\nNigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\nSomebody done pulled the alarm.\nNow, it's on.\nSlaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\nWe got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\nNigga, what's up?\nQuick, bust in first.\nWhen you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\nWe're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\nAll we was thinkin' is, \"\nDon't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\nGotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\nAnd all across my face was, \"\nI'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\nI'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\nNow we're rollin'.\nNo more than a half a mile we get stopped.\nCops surround Bone.\nWe load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\nFuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\nU\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\nThat boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\nSent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\nPo-po came quick, them heat up.\nNiggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\nMy niggas, they followed behind me.\nWe getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\nCame up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\nHid a car so we could drive out.\nWhile we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\nIf\nYou's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\nMo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n(...St.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.41] Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n[00:07.36] Fuck that!\n[00:08.56] Man put that shit out, man.\n[00:10.45] Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n[00:12.41] Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n[00:16.07] Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n[00:17.83] Judge\n[00:18.60] Okay, order in the court.\n[00:19.83] Court Attendant\n[00:20.33] People vs.\n[00:21.27] Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n[00:22.59] C601999.\n[00:24.80] Bailiff\n[00:25.11] Will the defendant please stand!\n[00:28.52] Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n[00:32.12] Bizzy\n[00:32.30] Naw, man!\n[00:35.29] Spectator\n[00:35.76] You know the muthafucka did it!\n[00:36.56] Bailiff\n[00:36.94] Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n[00:38.22] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n[00:39.67] Bizzy\n[00:43.21] We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n[00:46.62] Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n[00:49.44] If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n[00:50.94] Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n[00:53.51] Copper lettin' the lead off.\n[00:54.85] Copper thought that he had me caught.\n[00:56.38] Little Layzie blew his head off.\n[00:57.73] Get 'em up, and get up.\n[00:59.16] The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n[01:01.85] We split up.\n[01:02.69] Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n[01:12.82] Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n[01:16.27] One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n[01:22.47] Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n[01:25.05] Hit the bend.\n[01:26.26] Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n[01:28.70] They set in then they lead in.\n[01:30.27] They wanted\n[01:30.83] Me up in a coffin.\n[01:32.10] Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n[01:33.97] I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n[01:35.55] Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n[01:37.72] And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n[01:40.80] Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n[01:42.75] He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n[01:47.61] Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n[01:53.57] But chill, (No doubt).\n[01:54.51] Sleeper.\n[01:55.76] Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n[01:57.28] Somehow must beat 'cha.\n[01:58.59] So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n[01:59.87] Layzie\n[02:00.20] Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n[02:02.93] Better think again.\n[02:04.51] It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n[02:05.81] Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n[02:07.28] Kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n[02:12.50] Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n[02:16.15] Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n[02:17.85] Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n[02:22.45] Keep buckin' them faster.\n[02:23.75] All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n[02:25.28] Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n[02:27.22] Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n[02:30.72] Can't be safe.\n[02:31.93] I'm buckin'.\n[02:33.39] Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n[02:34.43] Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n[02:38.31] Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n[02:41.33] Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n[02:44.13] I'm bustin'. '\n[02:44.88] Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n[02:51.47] We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n[02:53.95] And I pulled a grenade.\n[02:55.19] Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n[02:56.93] Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n[02:58.67] Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n[03:02.76] Elder thug (Bizzy)\n[03:03.15] Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n[03:08.73] Elder thug (Layzie)\n[03:11.45] Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n[03:13.64] Krayzie\n[03:14.80] Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n[03:17.36] It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n[03:18.87] They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n[03:22.41] Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n[03:26.88] Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n[03:28.75] It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n[03:34.11] Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n[03:36.63] Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n[03:37.71] Now, it's on.\n[03:38.67] Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n[03:41.59] We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n[03:44.09] Nigga, what's up?\n[03:44.99] Quick, bust in first.\n[03:45.72] When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n[03:47.63] We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n[03:50.88] All we was thinkin' is, \"\n[03:52.15] Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n[03:55.34] Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n[03:58.10] And all across my face was, \"\n[03:59.89] I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n[04:02.32] I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n[04:06.08] Now we're rollin'.\n[04:07.35] No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n[04:09.22] Cops surround Bone.\n[04:10.71] We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n[04:11.92] Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n[04:12.79] U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n[04:16.17] That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n[04:18.55] Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n[04:20.44] Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n[04:22.22] Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n[04:25.15] I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n[04:28.70] My niggas, they followed behind me.\n[04:30.28] We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n[04:31.77] Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n[04:34.58] Hid a car so we could drive out.\n[04:36.24] While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n[04:38.38] If\n[04:39.12] You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n[04:40.55] Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n[04:43.57] (...St.\n[04:45.11] Clair!\n[04:45.86] St.\n[04:46.45] Clair!\n[04:46.93] St.\n[04:47.49] Clair!\n[04:47.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Down ’71 (The Getaway)\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 292000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n  start_ms: 410\n  end_ms: 7360\n- text: Fuck that!\n  start_ms: 7360\n  end_ms: 8560\n- text: Man put that shit out, man.\n  start_ms: 8560\n  end_ms: 10450\n- text: Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n  start_ms: 10450\n  end_ms: 12410\n- text: Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n  start_ms: 12410\n  end_ms: 16070\n- text: Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n  start_ms: 16070\n  end_ms: 17830\n- text: Judge\n  start_ms: 17830\n  end_ms: 18600\n- text: Okay, order in the court.\n  start_ms: 18600\n  end_ms: 19830\n- text: Court Attendant\n  start_ms: 19830\n  end_ms: 20330\n- text: People vs.\n  start_ms: 20330\n  end_ms: 21270\n- text: 'Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #'\n  start_ms: 21270\n  end_ms: 22590\n- text: C601999.\n  start_ms: 22590\n  end_ms: 24800\n- text: Bailiff\n  start_ms: 24800\n  end_ms: 25110\n- text: Will the defendant please stand!\n  start_ms: 25110\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 32120\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 32120\n  end_ms: 32300\n- text: Naw, man!\n  start_ms: 32300\n  end_ms: 35290\n- text: Spectator\n  start_ms: 35290\n  end_ms: 35760\n- text: You know the muthafucka did it!\n  start_ms: 35760\n  end_ms: 36560\n- text: Bailiff\n  start_ms: 36560\n  end_ms: 36940\n- text: Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n  start_ms: 36940\n  end_ms: 38220\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n  start_ms: 38220\n  end_ms: 39670\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 39670\n  end_ms: 43210\n- text: 'We had to get ''em up with two guns, runnin'' side by side with #1.'\n  start_ms: 43210\n  end_ms: 46620\n- text: Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n  start_ms: 46620\n  end_ms: 49440\n- text: If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n  start_ms: 49440\n  end_ms: 50940\n- text: Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n  start_ms: 50940\n  end_ms: 53510\n- text: Copper lettin' the lead off.\n  start_ms: 53510\n  end_ms: 54850\n- text: Copper thought that he had me caught.\n  start_ms: 54850\n  end_ms: 56380\n- text: Little Layzie blew his head off.\n  start_ms: 56380\n  end_ms: 57730\n- text: Get 'em up, and get up.\n  start_ms: 57730\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: 'The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin'' with a gun already buckin''.'\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 61850\n- text: We split up.\n  start_ms: 61850\n  end_ms: 62690\n- text: Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n  start_ms: 62690\n  end_ms: 72820\n- text: Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n  start_ms: 72820\n  end_ms: 76270\n- text: One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n  start_ms: 76270\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 85050\n- text: Hit the bend.\n  start_ms: 85050\n  end_ms: 86260\n- text: Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n  start_ms: 86260\n  end_ms: 88700\n- text: They set in then they lead in.\n  start_ms: 88700\n  end_ms: 90270\n- text: They wanted\n  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Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n  start_ms: 154430\n  end_ms: 158310\n- text: Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n  start_ms: 158310\n  end_ms: 161330\n- text: Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n  start_ms: 161330\n  end_ms: 164130\n- text: I'm bustin'. '\n  start_ms: 164130\n  end_ms: 164880\n- text: Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n  start_ms: 164880\n  end_ms: 171470\n- text: We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n  start_ms: 171470\n  end_ms: 173950\n- text: And I pulled a grenade.\n  start_ms: 173950\n  end_ms: 175190\n- text: Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n  start_ms: 175190\n  end_ms: 176930\n- text: Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n  start_ms: 176930\n  end_ms: 178670\n- text: Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n  start_ms: 178670\n  end_ms: 182760\n- text: Elder thug (Bizzy)\n  start_ms: 182760\n  end_ms: 183150\n- text: Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n  start_ms: 183150\n  end_ms: 188730\n- text: Elder thug (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 188730\n  end_ms: 191450\n- text: Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n  start_ms: 191450\n  end_ms: 193640\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 193640\n  end_ms: 194800\n- text: Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n  start_ms: 194800\n  end_ms: 197360\n- text: It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n  start_ms: 197360\n  end_ms: 198870\n- text: They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n  start_ms: 198870\n  end_ms: 202410\n- text: Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n  start_ms: 202410\n  end_ms: 206880\n- text: Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n  start_ms: 206880\n  end_ms: 208750\n- text: 'It''s all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won''t be pullin'' no bible mission for survival.'\n  start_ms: 208750\n  end_ms: 214110\n- text: Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n  start_ms: 214110\n  end_ms: 216630\n- text: Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n  start_ms: 216630\n  end_ms: 217710\n- text: Now, it's on.\n  start_ms: 217710\n  end_ms: 218670\n- text: Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n  start_ms: 218670\n  end_ms: 221590\n- text: We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n  start_ms: 221590\n  end_ms: 224090\n- text: Nigga, what's up?\n  start_ms: 224090\n  end_ms: 224990\n- text: Quick, bust in first.\n  start_ms: 224990\n  end_ms: 225720\n- text: When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n  start_ms: 225720\n  end_ms: 227630\n- text: We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n  start_ms: 227630\n  end_ms: 230880\n- text: All we was thinkin' is, \"\n  start_ms: 230880\n  end_ms: 232150\n- text: Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n  start_ms: 232150\n  end_ms: 235340\n- text: Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n  start_ms: 235340\n  end_ms: 238100\n- text: And all across my face was, \"\n  start_ms: 238100\n  end_ms: 239890\n- text: I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n  start_ms: 239890\n  end_ms: 242320\n- text: I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n  start_ms: 242320\n  end_ms: 246080\n- text: Now we're rollin'.\n  start_ms: 246080\n  end_ms: 247350\n- text: No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n  start_ms: 247350\n  end_ms: 249220\n- text: Cops surround Bone.\n  start_ms: 249220\n  end_ms: 250710\n- text: We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n  start_ms: 250710\n  end_ms: 251920\n- text: Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n  start_ms: 251920\n  end_ms: 252790\n- text: U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n  start_ms: 252790\n  end_ms: 256170\n- text: That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n  start_ms: 256170\n  end_ms: 258550\n- text: Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n  start_ms: 258550\n  end_ms: 260440\n- text: Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n  start_ms: 260440\n  end_ms: 262220\n- text: Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n  start_ms: 262220\n  end_ms: 265150\n- text: I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n  start_ms: 265150\n  end_ms: 268700\n- text: My niggas, they followed behind me.\n  start_ms: 268700\n  end_ms: 270280\n- text: We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n  start_ms: 270280\n  end_ms: 271770\n- text: Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n  start_ms: 271770\n  end_ms: 274580\n- text: Hid a car so we could drive out.\n  start_ms: 274580\n  end_ms: 276240\n- text: While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n  start_ms: 276240\n  end_ms: 278380\n- text: If\n  start_ms: 278380\n  end_ms: 279120\n- text: You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n  start_ms: 279120\n  end_ms: 280550\n- text: Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n  start_ms: 280550\n  end_ms: 283570\n- text: (...St.\n  start_ms: 283570\n  end_ms: 285110\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 285110\n  end_ms: 285860\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 285860\n  end_ms: 286450\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 286450\n  end_ms: 286930\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 286930\n  end_ms: 287490\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 287490\n  end_ms: 287940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 287940\nplain: |-\n  Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n  Fuck that!\n  Man put that shit out, man.\n  Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n  Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n  Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\n  Judge\n  Okay, order in the court.\n  Court Attendant\n  People vs.\n  Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n  C601999.\n  Bailiff\n  Will the defendant please stand!\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n  Bizzy\n  Naw, man!\n  Spectator\n  You know the muthafucka did it!\n  Bailiff\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n  Bizzy\n  We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n  Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n  If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n  Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n  Copper lettin' the lead off.\n  Copper thought that he had me caught.\n  Little Layzie blew his head off.\n  Get 'em up, and get up.\n  The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n  We split up.\n  Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n  Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n  One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n  Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n  Hit the bend.\n  Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n  They set in then they lead in.\n  They wanted\n  Me up in a coffin.\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n  I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n  Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n  And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n  Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n  He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n  Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n  But chill, (No doubt).\n  Sleeper.\n  Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n  Somehow must beat 'cha.\n  So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n  Layzie\n  Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n  Better think again.\n  It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n  Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n  Kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n  Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n  Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n  Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n  Keep buckin' them faster.\n  All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n  Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n  Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n  Can't be safe.\n  I'm buckin'.\n  Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n  Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n  Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n  I'm bustin'. '\n  Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n  We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n  And I pulled a grenade.\n  Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n  Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n  Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n  Elder thug (Bizzy)\n  Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n  Elder thug (Layzie)\n  Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n  Krayzie\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n  It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n  They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n  Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n  Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n  It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n  Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n  Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n  Now, it's on.\n  Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n  We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n  Nigga, what's up?\n  Quick, bust in first.\n  When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n  We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n  All we was thinkin' is, \"\n  Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n  Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n  And all across my face was, \"\n  I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n  I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n  Now we're rollin'.\n  No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n  Cops surround Bone.\n  We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n  Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n  U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n  That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n  Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n  Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n  Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n  My niggas, they followed behind me.\n  We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n  Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n  Hid a car so we could drive out.\n  While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n  If\n  You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n  Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n  (...St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n"},{"id":233460,"name":"Down '71 (The Getaway)","trackName":"Down '71 (The Getaway)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that\nMan put that shit out man\nYou ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court\n(Man fuck that man they got my nigga)\nMan that shit ain't cool man\n(Okay order in the court)\n[Woman]\nThe people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony\nCase number C601999\n[Judge]\nWill The defendant please stand,\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter\nBefore sentencing Bizzy Bone?\n[Bizzy]\nNo man\nYou know the motherfucker did it\n[Judge]\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair\n(Some guy laughs)\n[Bizzy Bone]\nWe had to get 'em up with two thugs\nRunnin' side by side with number one\nMurder mo drop my gauge on 'em\nWhen the po-po chase,\nIf they catch me barehanded I'm done\nRip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it\nCopper lettin' the lead off\nCopper thought that he had me caught\nLittle Layzie blew his head off\nGet him up, and get up,\nThe bullets they start to get lit up,\nNumber one best start duckin' with ah gun already buckin'\nBust me lead on the double glock 'n\nWhere the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,\nThis perfect getaway,\nFrom the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences,\nRippin' up the trench and,\nI'm bailing while they trailing\nBetter in hell than in the cell\nAnd it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,\nOne had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me\nBut I practice what I preach\nAnd see that these slugs up in his body got him,\nRun, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun\nHit the bend, oh what the dumb dumb I got yum yummed on the dead end\nThey set in, then they lead in,\nThey wanting me off in the coffin\nCops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconscious,\nFrom the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin,\nAnd without no stallin'\nCell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawning,\nLooking in the eyes of a judge,\nHe knew right where to put that thug\nMade to be so, with no parole\nIn the hole but I won't budge\nSent me to deathrow,\nWatchin' the time by fly past\nBut Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence\nHoping I die fast, but chill,\nNever do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer\nSomehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya\n[Layzie Bone]\nBailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script\nBetta check what the wind just blew in\nBetta think again, it's a preacher with ah grin\nOn ah mission for revenge, with that Mack-10\nLittle nigga Rip, had to empty the clip\nGotta pump them slugs up in them cops\nSteady made 'em drop glock went pop pop\nGoin' out like a thug on the double glock,\nBack from hell and ready to bail,\nTime to hit they trail cause they wanted my nigga fried\nHoldin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,\nGettin' ready for the rumble\nWhen I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge in laughter\nKeep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'\nWhen I see them busters scatter\nBetta watch out for them buckshot's\nCause them can't fade me gauge,\nGotta bust them souls in the grave,\nSo I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved,\nI'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster\nBlast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10\nLettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass,\nGotta rip in them chests through vests\nMack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition\nNo missing listen destruction I'm bustin'\nCause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,\nNiggas got to escape and it's never to late\nWhen you dash and tryna' break\nNigga just can't test the Bone fate\nWe steadily runnin' duckin'\nComin' up to the front door barri-caded,\nAnd I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode\nAnd we made it, creepin' in the courtyard\nSo Krayzie feelin' safety coming\nHittin' the fence and jump in it quick\nFrom Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming.\nWell it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie\nDone got they selves into another jam\n(Well I'd love to see them boys get they self outta this one)\n[Krayzie Bone]\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\nAnd began with a rage and the gauge can't let go\nThey done labelled my nigga psychotic\nBitches is got him sittin' on deathrow,\nScoping out the tower peeping the scene\nSo when my niggas trail,\nScreaming out one eighty seven and bail,\nGotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now,\nHow my nigga number one disguised as the preacher,\nWon't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the\nTech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,\nSlaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech\nGotta let 'em know which way was on,\nWe got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up\nQuick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up,\nWe steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'\nAll we was thinking is don't get caught\nNigga like me get the gun running\nGunning fronting with thugs gotta get to the smug\nTurn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud,\nAnd all across my face was the red that lay in blood,\nDodging the who, make the gun flip with ah swoo,\nBailing back on with my troops,\nI'm runnin' with 4 crazy niggas\nThat's down with they niggas they ain't scared to shoot,\nNow I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped\nCops surround Bone, we load glocks\nAnd squeeze say fuck all these road blocks\nBusted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse\nAnd I get the swish and I push the button\nThat boy came out the trunk and,\nPut it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,\nBack in the other direction,\nPo-po came quick then heat up,\nNiggas blast at each other,\nOpen up they doors and they get they feet up,\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood,\nCause I'm headin' straight for the woods\nSo the niggas they follow behind me\nWe getaway smooth, ah nigga made good\nCame up quick to the hideout\nWait until midnight till we ride out,\nHit ah car so we can drive out,\nWhile we waited we all got fried out, fool\nIf you'se a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo,\nTook one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go\n(St.Claire, St.Claire) [Repeat: x4]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Down '71 (The Getaway)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 292000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that\n  Man put that shit out man\n  You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court\n  (Man fuck that man they got my nigga)\n  Man that shit ain't cool man\n  (Okay order in the court)\n  [Woman]\n  The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  Case number C601999\n  [Judge]\n  Will The defendant please stand,\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter\n  Before sentencing Bizzy Bone?\n  [Bizzy]\n  No man\n  You know the motherfucker did it\n  [Judge]\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair\n  (Some guy laughs)\n  [Bizzy Bone]\n  We had to get 'em up with two thugs\n  Runnin' side by side with number one\n  Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em\n  When the po-po chase,\n  If they catch me barehanded I'm done\n  Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it\n  Copper lettin' the lead off\n  Copper thought that he had me caught\n  Little Layzie blew his head off\n  Get him up, and get up,\n  The bullets they start to get lit up,\n  Number one best start duckin' with ah gun already buckin'\n  Bust me lead on the double glock 'n\n  Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,\n  This perfect getaway,\n  From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences,\n  Rippin' up the trench and,\n  I'm bailing while they trailing\n  Better in hell than in the cell\n  And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,\n  One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me\n  But I practice what I preach\n  And see that these slugs up in his body got him,\n  Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun\n  Hit the bend, oh what the dumb dumb I got yum yummed on the dead end\n  They set in, then they lead in,\n  They wanting me off in the coffin\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconscious,\n  From the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin,\n  And without no stallin'\n  Cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawning,\n  Looking in the eyes of a judge,\n  He knew right where to put that thug\n  Made to be so, with no parole\n  In the hole but I won't budge\n  Sent me to deathrow,\n  Watchin' the time by fly past\n  But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence\n  Hoping I die fast, but chill,\n  Never do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer\n  Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya\n  [Layzie Bone]\n  Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script\n  Betta check what the wind just blew in\n  Betta think again, it's a preacher with ah grin\n  On ah mission for revenge, with that Mack-10\n  Little nigga Rip, had to empty the clip\n  Gotta pump them slugs up in them cops\n  Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop\n  Goin' out like a thug on the double glock,\n  Back from hell and ready to bail,\n  Time to hit they trail cause they wanted my nigga fried\n  Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,\n  Gettin' ready for the rumble\n  When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge in laughter\n  Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'\n  When I see them busters scatter\n  Betta watch out for them buckshot's\n  Cause them can't fade me gauge,\n  Gotta bust them souls in the grave,\n  So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved,\n  I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster\n  Blast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10\n  Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass,\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests\n  Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition\n  No missing listen destruction I'm bustin'\n  Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,\n  Niggas got to escape and it's never to late\n  When you dash and tryna' break\n  Nigga just can't test the Bone fate\n  We steadily runnin' duckin'\n  Comin' up to the front door barri-caded,\n  And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode\n  And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard\n  So Krayzie feelin' safety coming\n  Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick\n  From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming.\n  Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie\n  Done got they selves into another jam\n  (Well I'd love to see them boys get they self outta this one)\n  [Krayzie Bone]\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\n  And began with a rage and the gauge can't let go\n  They done labelled my nigga psychotic\n  Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow,\n  Scoping out the tower peeping the scene\n  So when my niggas trail,\n  Screaming out one eighty seven and bail,\n  Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now,\n  How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher,\n  Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the\n  Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,\n  Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech\n  Gotta let 'em know which way was on,\n  We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up\n  Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up,\n  We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'\n  All we was thinking is don't get caught\n  Nigga like me get the gun running\n  Gunning fronting with thugs gotta get to the smug\n  Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud,\n  And all across my face was the red that lay in blood,\n  Dodging the who, make the gun flip with ah swoo,\n  Bailing back on with my troops,\n  I'm runnin' with 4 crazy niggas\n  That's down with they niggas they ain't scared to shoot,\n  Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped\n  Cops surround Bone, we load glocks\n  And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks\n  Busted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse\n  And I get the swish and I push the button\n  That boy came out the trunk and,\n  Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,\n  Back in the other direction,\n  Po-po came quick then heat up,\n  Niggas blast at each other,\n  Open up they doors and they get they feet up,\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood,\n  Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods\n  So the niggas they follow behind me\n  We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good\n  Came up quick to the hideout\n  Wait until midnight till we ride out,\n  Hit ah car so we can drive out,\n  While we waited we all got fried out, fool\n  If you'se a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo,\n  Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go\n  (St.Claire, St.Claire) [Repeat: x4]\n"},{"id":33048751,"name":"Down '71 (The Getaway)","trackName":"Down '71 (The Getaway)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E1999 Eternal [UK]","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\nFuck that!\nMan put that shit out, man.\nAin't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\nMan, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\nAw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\nJudge\nOkay, order in the court.\nCourt Attendant\nPeople vs.\nBone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\nC601999.\nBailiff\nWill the defendant please stand!\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\nBizzy\nNaw, man!\nSpectator\nYou know the muthafucka did it!\nBailiff\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\nBizzy\nWe had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\nBet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\nIf they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\nRip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\nCopper lettin' the lead off.\nCopper thought that he had me caught.\nLittle Layzie blew his head off.\nGet 'em up, and get up.\nThe bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\nWe split up.\nBust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\nBetter in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\nOne had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\nRun with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\nHit the bend.\nOh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\nThey set in then they lead in.\nThey wanted\nme up in a coffin.\nCops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\nI went unconscious from the stompin'.\nTakin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\nAnd without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\nMe lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\nHe knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\nSent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\nBut chill, (No doubt).\nsleeper.\nGotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\nSomehow must beat 'cha.\nSo peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\nLayzie\nBailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\nBetter think again.\nIt's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\nLittle nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\nkill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\nBack from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\nHoldin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\nInside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\nKeep buckin' them faster.\nAll I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\nBetter watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\nGotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\nCan't be safe.\nI'm buckin'.\nLittle Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\nGave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\nGotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\nGot plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\nI'm bustin'. '\nCause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\nWe steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\nAnd I pulled a grenade.\nTossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\nCreepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\nFeelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\nElder thug (Bizzy)\nWell, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\nElder thug (Layzie)\nWell, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\nKrayzie\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\nIt began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\nThey done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\nScopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\nGotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\nIt's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\nNigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\nSomebody done pulled the alarm.\nNow, it's on.\nSlaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\nWe got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\nNigga, what's up?\nQuick, bust in first.\nWhen you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\nWe're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\nAll we was thinkin' is, \"\nDon't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\nGotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\nAnd all across my face was, \"\nI'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\nI'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\nNow we're rollin'.\nNo more than a half a mile we get stopped.\nCops surround Bone.\nWe load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\nFuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\nU\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\nThat boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\nSent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\nPo-po came quick, them heat up.\nNiggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\nMy niggas, they followed behind me.\nWe getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\nCame up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\nHid a car so we could drive out.\nWhile we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\nIf\nyou's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\nMo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n(...St.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.28] Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n[00:04.78] Fuck that!\n[00:06.35] Man put that shit out, man.\n[00:08.14] Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n[00:10.69] Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n[00:13.74] Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n[00:14.71] Judge\n[00:16.19] Okay, order in the court.\n[00:17.75] Court Attendant\n[00:18.02] People vs.\n[00:18.72] Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n[00:19.54] C601999.\n[00:23.18] Bailiff\n[00:23.84] Will the defendant please stand!\n[00:27.08] Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n[00:31.74] Bizzy\n[00:32.14] Naw, man!\n[00:33.09] Spectator\n[00:33.30] You know the muthafucka did it!\n[00:33.95] Bailiff\n[00:34.24] Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n[00:37.21] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n[00:40.24] Bizzy\n[00:40.66] We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n[00:44.35] Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n[00:46.95] If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n[00:48.50] Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n[00:51.36] Copper lettin' the lead off.\n[00:52.20] Copper thought that he had me caught.\n[00:53.49] Little Layzie blew his head off.\n[00:55.26] Get 'em up, and get up.\n[00:56.38] The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n[01:00.27] We split up.\n[01:00.92] Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n[01:10.02] Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n[01:13.58] One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n[01:19.76] Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n[01:22.74] Hit the bend.\n[01:23.56] Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n[01:26.01] They set in then they lead in.\n[01:27.66] They wanted\n[01:28.28] Me up in a coffin.\n[01:28.86] Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n[01:30.95] I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n[01:33.13] Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n[01:35.44] And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n[01:38.30] Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n[01:40.48] He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n[01:45.14] Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n[01:51.19] But chill, (No doubt).\n[01:52.53] Sleeper.\n[01:53.38] Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n[01:54.71] Somehow must beat 'cha.\n[01:56.26] So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n[01:57.55] Layzie\n[01:57.66] Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n[02:00.32] Better think again.\n[02:01.25] It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n[02:03.93] Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n[02:05.92] Kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n[02:10.14] Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n[02:13.40] Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n[02:15.60] Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n[02:19.81] Keep buckin' them faster.\n[02:21.02] All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n[02:23.03] Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n[02:25.59] Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n[02:28.78] Can't be safe.\n[02:29.48] I'm buckin'.\n[02:30.25] Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n[02:32.50] Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n[02:35.73] Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n[02:38.94] Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n[02:41.46] I'm bustin'. '\n[02:42.20] Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n[02:48.48] We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n[02:51.20] And I pulled a grenade.\n[02:52.69] Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n[02:54.86] Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n[02:56.64] Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n[03:00.89] Elder thug (Bizzy)\n[03:01.39] Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n[03:08.63] Elder thug (Layzie)\n[03:09.10] Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n[03:13.16] Krayzie\n[03:13.49] Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n[03:15.07] It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n[03:16.89] They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n[03:20.04] Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n[03:24.50] Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n[03:26.11] It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n[03:31.49] Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n[03:33.81] Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n[03:35.12] Now, it's on.\n[03:35.90] Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n[03:38.83] We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n[03:41.45] Nigga, what's up?\n[03:42.10] Quick, bust in first.\n[03:43.12] When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n[03:45.32] We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n[03:48.25] All we was thinkin' is, \"\n[03:49.92] Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n[03:52.46] Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n[03:55.60] And all across my face was, \"\n[03:57.19] I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n[04:01.15] I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n[04:03.98] Now we're rollin'.\n[04:04.59] No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n[04:06.75] Cops surround Bone.\n[04:07.94] We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n[04:09.34] Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n[04:10.54] U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n[04:13.24] That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n[04:15.78] Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n[04:17.64] Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n[04:19.51] Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n[04:22.57] I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n[04:25.92] My niggas, they followed behind me.\n[04:27.22] We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n[04:29.14] Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n[04:32.36] Hid a car so we could drive out.\n[04:33.57] While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n[04:35.70] If\n[04:36.18] You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n[04:38.23] Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n[04:41.52] (...St.\n[04:42.18] Clair!\n[04:42.78] St.\n[04:43.70] Clair!\n[04:44.40] St.\n[04:45.16] Clair!\n[04:46.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Down '71 (The Getaway)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E1999 Eternal [UK]\n  duration_ms: 290000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n  start_ms: 3280\n  end_ms: 4780\n- text: Fuck that!\n  start_ms: 4780\n  end_ms: 6350\n- text: Man put that shit out, man.\n  start_ms: 6350\n  end_ms: 8140\n- text: Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. 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to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n  start_ms: 130140\n  end_ms: 133400\n- text: Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n  start_ms: 133400\n  end_ms: 135600\n- text: Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n  start_ms: 135600\n  end_ms: 139810\n- text: Keep buckin' them faster.\n  start_ms: 139810\n  end_ms: 141020\n- text: All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n  start_ms: 141020\n  end_ms: 143030\n- text: Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n  start_ms: 143030\n  end_ms: 145590\n- text: Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n  start_ms: 145590\n  end_ms: 148780\n- text: Can't be safe.\n  start_ms: 148780\n  end_ms: 149480\n- text: I'm buckin'.\n  start_ms: 149480\n  end_ms: 150250\n- text: Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n  start_ms: 150250\n  end_ms: 152500\n- text: Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n  start_ms: 152500\n  end_ms: 155730\n- text: Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n  start_ms: 155730\n  end_ms: 158940\n- text: Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n  start_ms: 158940\n  end_ms: 161460\n- text: I'm bustin'. '\n  start_ms: 161460\n  end_ms: 162200\n- text: Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n  start_ms: 162200\n  end_ms: 168480\n- text: We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n  start_ms: 168480\n  end_ms: 171200\n- text: And I pulled a grenade.\n  start_ms: 171200\n  end_ms: 172690\n- text: Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n  start_ms: 172690\n  end_ms: 174860\n- text: Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n  start_ms: 174860\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 180890\n- text: Elder thug (Bizzy)\n  start_ms: 180890\n  end_ms: 181390\n- text: Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n  start_ms: 181390\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Elder thug (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 189100\n- text: Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n  start_ms: 189100\n  end_ms: 193160\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 193160\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195070\n- text: It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n  start_ms: 195070\n  end_ms: 196890\n- text: They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n  start_ms: 196890\n  end_ms: 200040\n- text: Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n  start_ms: 200040\n  end_ms: 204500\n- text: Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n  start_ms: 204500\n  end_ms: 206110\n- text: 'It''s all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won''t be pullin'' no bible mission for survival.'\n  start_ms: 206110\n  end_ms: 211490\n- text: Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n  start_ms: 211490\n  end_ms: 213810\n- text: Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n  start_ms: 213810\n  end_ms: 215120\n- text: Now, it's on.\n  start_ms: 215120\n  end_ms: 215900\n- text: Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n  start_ms: 215900\n  end_ms: 218830\n- text: We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n  start_ms: 218830\n  end_ms: 221450\n- text: Nigga, what's up?\n  start_ms: 221450\n  end_ms: 222100\n- text: Quick, bust in first.\n  start_ms: 222100\n  end_ms: 223120\n- text: When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n  start_ms: 223120\n  end_ms: 225320\n- text: We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n  start_ms: 225320\n  end_ms: 228250\n- text: All we was thinkin' is, \"\n  start_ms: 228250\n  end_ms: 229920\n- text: Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n  start_ms: 229920\n  end_ms: 232460\n- text: Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n  start_ms: 232460\n  end_ms: 235600\n- text: And all across my face was, \"\n  start_ms: 235600\n  end_ms: 237190\n- text: I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n  start_ms: 237190\n  end_ms: 241150\n- text: I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n  start_ms: 241150\n  end_ms: 243980\n- text: Now we're rollin'.\n  start_ms: 243980\n  end_ms: 244590\n- text: No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n  start_ms: 244590\n  end_ms: 246750\n- text: Cops surround Bone.\n  start_ms: 246750\n  end_ms: 247940\n- text: We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n  start_ms: 247940\n  end_ms: 249340\n- text: Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n  start_ms: 249340\n  end_ms: 250540\n- text: U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n  start_ms: 250540\n  end_ms: 253240\n- text: That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n  start_ms: 253240\n  end_ms: 255780\n- text: Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n  start_ms: 255780\n  end_ms: 257640\n- text: Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n  start_ms: 257640\n  end_ms: 259510\n- text: Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n  start_ms: 259510\n  end_ms: 262570\n- text: I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n  start_ms: 262570\n  end_ms: 265920\n- text: My niggas, they followed behind me.\n  start_ms: 265920\n  end_ms: 267220\n- text: We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n  start_ms: 267220\n  end_ms: 269140\n- text: Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n  start_ms: 269140\n  end_ms: 272360\n- text: Hid a car so we could drive out.\n  start_ms: 272360\n  end_ms: 273570\n- text: While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n  start_ms: 273570\n  end_ms: 275700\n- text: If\n  start_ms: 275700\n  end_ms: 276180\n- text: You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n  start_ms: 276180\n  end_ms: 278230\n- text: Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n  start_ms: 278230\n  end_ms: 281520\n- text: (...St.\n  start_ms: 281520\n  end_ms: 282180\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 282180\n  end_ms: 282780\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 282780\n  end_ms: 283700\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 283700\n  end_ms: 284400\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 284400\n  end_ms: 285160\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 285160\n  end_ms: 286130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 286130\nplain: |-\n  Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n  Fuck that!\n  Man put that shit out, man.\n  Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n  Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n  Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\n  Judge\n  Okay, order in the court.\n  Court Attendant\n  People vs.\n  Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n  C601999.\n  Bailiff\n  Will the defendant please stand!\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n  Bizzy\n  Naw, man!\n  Spectator\n  You know the muthafucka did it!\n  Bailiff\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n  Bizzy\n  We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n  Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n  If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n  Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n  Copper lettin' the lead off.\n  Copper thought that he had me caught.\n  Little Layzie blew his head off.\n  Get 'em up, and get up.\n  The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n  We split up.\n  Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n  Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n  One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n  Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n  Hit the bend.\n  Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n  They set in then they lead in.\n  They wanted\n  me up in a coffin.\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n  I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n  Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n  And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n  Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n  He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n  Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n  But chill, (No doubt).\n  sleeper.\n  Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n  Somehow must beat 'cha.\n  So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n  Layzie\n  Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n  Better think again.\n  It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n  Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n  kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n  Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n  Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n  Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n  Keep buckin' them faster.\n  All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n  Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n  Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n  Can't be safe.\n  I'm buckin'.\n  Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n  Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n  Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n  I'm bustin'. '\n  Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n  We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n  And I pulled a grenade.\n  Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n  Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n  Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n  Elder thug (Bizzy)\n  Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n  Elder thug (Layzie)\n  Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n  Krayzie\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n  It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n  They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n  Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n  Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n  It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n  Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n  Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n  Now, it's on.\n  Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n  We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n  Nigga, what's up?\n  Quick, bust in first.\n  When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n  We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n  All we was thinkin' is, \"\n  Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n  Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n  And all across my face was, \"\n  I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n  I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n  Now we're rollin'.\n  No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n  Cops surround Bone.\n  We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n  Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n  U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n  That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n  Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n  Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n  Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n  My niggas, they followed behind me.\n  We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n  Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n  Hid a car so we could drive out.\n  While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n  If\n  you's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n  Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n  (...St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n"},{"id":18394727,"name":"Down '71 (The Getaway)","trackName":"Down '71 (The Getaway)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"East 1999.Eternal","duration":290.07005,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man\nFuck that!\nMan put that shit out, man\nAin't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that\nMan, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\nAw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\nOkay, order in the court\nCourt Attendant\nPeople vs\nBone Thugs N Harmony\nCase number C-6-0-1-9-9-9\n\nWill the defendant please stand!\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n\nNaw, man!\nYou know the muthafucka did it!\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair\nHa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!\n\nWe had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with number one\nBet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase\nIf they catch me barehanded, I'm done\nRip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it\nCopper lettin' the lead off\nCopper thought that he had me caught\n\nLittle Layzie blew his head off\nGet 'em up, and get up\nThe bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'\nWe split up\nBust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks\nAnd this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel\n\nAnd I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'\nBetter in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'\nOne had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me\nBut I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body? Got him!\nRun with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun\nHit the bend\n\nOh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end\nThey set in then they lead in\nThey wanted\nMe up in a coffin\nCops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'\nI went unconscious from the stompin'\n\nTakin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin\nAnd without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn\nMe lookin' in the eyes of a judge\nHe knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge\n\nSent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past\nBut Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast\nBut chill, (No doubt)\nSleeper\nGotta get away, put that on a me reefer\nSomehow must beat 'cha\nSo peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha\n\nBailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in\nBetter think again\nIt's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-ten\nLittle nigga Rip (We'll) had to empty the clip\nHad to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, kill\nGlock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock\nBack from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my\nNigga fried\n\nHoldin' the Bible, when I got a grenade\nInside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter\nKeep buckin' them faster\nAll I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter\nBetter watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge\nGotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave\n\nCan't be safe\nI'm buckin'\nLittle Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast\nGave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-ten, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass\nGotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-ten's, sawed-off eruptions\nGot plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction\nI'm bustin'\n\n'Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape\nAnd it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate\nWe steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door barracaded\nAnd I pulled a grenade\nTossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it\nCreepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie\nFeelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-nine bullets on me\n\nWell, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy\nWell, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\nIt began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go\nThey done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row\nScopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-\nEighty-seven,\" and bail\n\nGotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell\nIt's all organized, how my nigga, number one disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival\nNigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter\nSomebody done pulled the alarm\nNow, it's on\n\nSlaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home\nWe got gone, but them police was pullin' up quick\nNigga, what's up?\nQuick, bust in first\nWhen you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up\nWe're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'\n\nAll we was thinkin' is\nDon't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs\nGotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud\nAnd all across my face was\nI'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops\nI'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot\n\nNow we're rollin'\nNo more than a half a mile we get stopped\nCops surround Bone\nWe load glocks and squeeze, say\nFuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a\nYou\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button\n\nThat boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive\nSent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction\nPo-po came quick, them heat up\nNiggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods\n\nMy niggas, they followed behind me\nWe getaway smooth, a nigga made good\nCame up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out\nHid a car so we could drive out\nWhile we waited, we all got fried out, fool\n\nIf\nYou's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream\nMo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got one mo' to go\nSt. Clair!\nSt. Clair!\nSt. Clair!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Down '71 (The Getaway)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: East 1999.Eternal\n  duration_ms: 290070\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man\n  Fuck that!\n  Man put that shit out, man\n  Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that\n  Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n  Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\n  Okay, order in the court\n  Court Attendant\n  People vs\n  Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  Case number C-6-0-1-9-9-9\n\n  Will the defendant please stand!\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n\n  Naw, man!\n  You know the muthafucka did it!\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair\n  Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!\n\n  We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with number one\n  Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase\n  If they catch me barehanded, I'm done\n  Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it\n  Copper lettin' the lead off\n  Copper thought that he had me caught\n\n  Little Layzie blew his head off\n  Get 'em up, and get up\n  The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'\n  We split up\n  Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks\n  And this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel\n\n  And I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'\n  Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'\n  One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me\n  But I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body? Got him!\n  Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun\n  Hit the bend\n\n  Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end\n  They set in then they lead in\n  They wanted\n  Me up in a coffin\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'\n  I went unconscious from the stompin'\n\n  Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin\n  And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn\n  Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge\n  He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge\n\n  Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past\n  But Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast\n  But chill, (No doubt)\n  Sleeper\n  Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer\n  Somehow must beat 'cha\n  So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha\n\n  Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in\n  Better think again\n  It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-ten\n  Little nigga Rip (We'll) had to empty the clip\n  Had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, kill\n  Glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock\n  Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my\n  Nigga fried\n\n  Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade\n  Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter\n  Keep buckin' them faster\n  All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter\n  Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge\n  Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave\n\n  Can't be safe\n  I'm buckin'\n  Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast\n  Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-ten, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-ten's, sawed-off eruptions\n  Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction\n  I'm bustin'\n\n  'Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape\n  And it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate\n  We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door barracaded\n  And I pulled a grenade\n  Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it\n  Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie\n  Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-nine bullets on me\n\n  Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy\n  Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\n  It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go\n  They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row\n  Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-\n  Eighty-seven,\" and bail\n\n  Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell\n  It's all organized, how my nigga, number one disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival\n  Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter\n  Somebody done pulled the alarm\n  Now, it's on\n\n  Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home\n  We got gone, but them police was pullin' up quick\n  Nigga, what's up?\n  Quick, bust in first\n  When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up\n  We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'\n\n  All we was thinkin' is\n  Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs\n  Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud\n  And all across my face was\n  I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops\n  I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot\n\n  Now we're rollin'\n  No more than a half a mile we get stopped\n  Cops surround Bone\n  We load glocks and squeeze, say\n  Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a\n  You\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button\n\n  That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive\n  Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction\n  Po-po came quick, them heat up\n  Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods\n\n  My niggas, they followed behind me\n  We getaway smooth, a nigga made good\n  Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out\n  Hid a car so we could drive out\n  While we waited, we all got fried out, fool\n\n  If\n  You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream\n  Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got one mo' to go\n  St. Clair!\n  St. Clair!\n  St. Clair!\n"},{"id":25229120,"name":"Down ’71 (The Getaway)","trackName":"Down ’71 (The Getaway)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E․ 1999 Eternal","duration":290.1159369,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\nFuck that!\nMan put that shit out, man.\nAin't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\nMan, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\nAw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\nJudge\nOkay, order in the court.\nCourt Attendant\nPeople vs.\nBone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\nC601999.\nBailiff\nWill the defendant please stand!\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\nBizzy\nNaw, man!\nSpectator\nYou know the muthafucka did it!\nBailiff\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\nBizzy\nWe had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\nBet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\nIf they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\nRip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\nCopper lettin' the lead off.\nCopper thought that he had me caught.\nLittle Layzie blew his head off.\nGet 'em up, and get up.\nThe bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\nWe split up.\nBust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\nBetter in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\nOne had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\nRun with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\nHit the bend.\nOh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\nThey set in then they lead in.\nThey wanted\nMe up in a coffin.\nCops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\nI went unconscious from the stompin'.\nTakin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\nAnd without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\nMe lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\nHe knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\nSent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\nBut chill, (No doubt).\nSleeper.\nGotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\nSomehow must beat 'cha.\nSo peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\nLayzie\nBailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\nBetter think again.\nIt's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\nLittle nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\nKill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\nBack from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\nHoldin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\nInside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\nKeep buckin' them faster.\nAll I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\nBetter watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\nGotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\nCan't be safe.\nI'm buckin'.\nLittle Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\nGave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\nGotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\nGot plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\nI'm bustin'. '\nCause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\nWe steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\nAnd I pulled a grenade.\nTossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\nCreepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\nFeelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\nElder thug (Bizzy)\nWell, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\nElder thug (Layzie)\nWell, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\nKrayzie\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\nIt began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\nThey done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\nScopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\nGotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\nIt's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\nNigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\nSomebody done pulled the alarm.\nNow, it's on.\nSlaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\nWe got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\nNigga, what's up?\nQuick, bust in first.\nWhen you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\nWe're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\nAll we was thinkin' is, \"\nDon't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\nGotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\nAnd all across my face was, \"\nI'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\nI'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\nNow we're rollin'.\nNo more than a half a mile we get stopped.\nCops surround Bone.\nWe load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\nFuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\nU\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\nThat boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\nSent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\nPo-po came quick, them heat up.\nNiggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\nMy niggas, they followed behind me.\nWe getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\nCame up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\nHid a car so we could drive out.\nWhile we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\nIf\nYou's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\nMo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n(...St.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.41] Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n[00:07.36] Fuck that!\n[00:08.56] Man put that shit out, man.\n[00:10.45] Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n[00:12.41] Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n[00:16.07] Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n[00:17.83] Judge\n[00:18.60] Okay, order in the court.\n[00:19.83] Court Attendant\n[00:20.33] People vs.\n[00:21.27] Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n[00:22.59] C601999.\n[00:24.80] Bailiff\n[00:25.11] Will the defendant please stand!\n[00:28.52] Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n[00:32.12] Bizzy\n[00:32.30] Naw, man!\n[00:35.29] Spectator\n[00:35.76] You know the muthafucka did it!\n[00:36.56] Bailiff\n[00:36.94] Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n[00:38.22] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n[00:39.67] Bizzy\n[00:43.21] We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n[00:46.62] Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n[00:49.44] If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n[00:50.94] Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n[00:53.51] Copper lettin' the lead off.\n[00:54.85] Copper thought that he had me caught.\n[00:56.38] Little Layzie blew his head off.\n[00:57.73] Get 'em up, and get up.\n[00:59.16] The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n[01:01.85] We split up.\n[01:02.69] Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n[01:12.82] Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n[01:16.27] One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n[01:22.47] Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n[01:25.05] Hit the bend.\n[01:26.26] Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n[01:28.70] They set in then they lead in.\n[01:30.27] They wanted\n[01:30.83] Me up in a coffin.\n[01:32.10] Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n[01:33.97] I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n[01:35.55] Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n[01:37.72] And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n[01:40.80] Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n[01:42.75] He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n[01:47.61] Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n[01:53.57] But chill, (No doubt).\n[01:54.51] Sleeper.\n[01:55.76] Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n[01:57.28] Somehow must beat 'cha.\n[01:58.59] So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n[01:59.87] Layzie\n[02:00.20] Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n[02:02.93] Better think again.\n[02:04.51] It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n[02:05.81] Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n[02:07.28] Kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n[02:12.50] Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n[02:16.15] Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n[02:17.85] Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n[02:22.45] Keep buckin' them faster.\n[02:23.75] All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n[02:25.28] Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n[02:27.22] Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n[02:30.72] Can't be safe.\n[02:31.93] I'm buckin'.\n[02:33.39] Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n[02:34.43] Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n[02:38.31] Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n[02:41.33] Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n[02:44.13] I'm bustin'. '\n[02:44.88] Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n[02:51.47] We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n[02:53.95] And I pulled a grenade.\n[02:55.19] Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n[02:56.93] Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n[02:58.67] Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n[03:02.76] Elder thug (Bizzy)\n[03:03.15] Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n[03:08.73] Elder thug (Layzie)\n[03:11.45] Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n[03:13.64] Krayzie\n[03:14.80] Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n[03:17.36] It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n[03:18.87] They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n[03:22.41] Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n[03:26.88] Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n[03:28.75] It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n[03:34.11] Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n[03:36.63] Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n[03:37.71] Now, it's on.\n[03:38.67] Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n[03:41.59] We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n[03:44.09] Nigga, what's up?\n[03:44.99] Quick, bust in first.\n[03:45.72] When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n[03:47.63] We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n[03:50.88] All we was thinkin' is, \"\n[03:52.15] Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n[03:55.34] Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n[03:58.10] And all across my face was, \"\n[03:59.89] I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n[04:02.32] I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n[04:06.08] Now we're rollin'.\n[04:07.35] No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n[04:09.22] Cops surround Bone.\n[04:10.71] We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n[04:11.92] Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n[04:12.79] U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n[04:16.17] That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n[04:18.55] Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n[04:20.44] Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n[04:22.22] Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n[04:25.15] I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n[04:28.70] My niggas, they followed behind me.\n[04:30.28] We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n[04:31.77] Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n[04:34.58] Hid a car so we could drive out.\n[04:36.24] While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n[04:38.38] If\n[04:39.12] You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n[04:40.55] Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n[04:43.57] (...St.\n[04:45.11] Clair!\n[04:45.86] St.\n[04:46.45] Clair!\n[04:46.93] St.\n[04:47.49] Clair!\n[04:47.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Down ’71 (The Getaway)\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: E․ 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 290116\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n  start_ms: 410\n  end_ms: 7360\n- text: Fuck that!\n  start_ms: 7360\n  end_ms: 8560\n- text: Man put that shit out, man.\n  start_ms: 8560\n  end_ms: 10450\n- text: Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n  start_ms: 10450\n  end_ms: 12410\n- text: Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n  start_ms: 12410\n  end_ms: 16070\n- text: Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n  start_ms: 16070\n  end_ms: 17830\n- text: Judge\n  start_ms: 17830\n  end_ms: 18600\n- text: Okay, order in the court.\n  start_ms: 18600\n  end_ms: 19830\n- text: Court Attendant\n  start_ms: 19830\n  end_ms: 20330\n- text: People vs.\n  start_ms: 20330\n  end_ms: 21270\n- text: 'Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #'\n  start_ms: 21270\n  end_ms: 22590\n- text: C601999.\n  start_ms: 22590\n  end_ms: 24800\n- text: Bailiff\n  start_ms: 24800\n  end_ms: 25110\n- text: Will the defendant please stand!\n  start_ms: 25110\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 32120\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 32120\n  end_ms: 32300\n- text: Naw, man!\n  start_ms: 32300\n  end_ms: 35290\n- text: Spectator\n  start_ms: 35290\n  end_ms: 35760\n- text: You know the muthafucka did it!\n  start_ms: 35760\n  end_ms: 36560\n- text: Bailiff\n  start_ms: 36560\n  end_ms: 36940\n- text: Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n  start_ms: 36940\n  end_ms: 38220\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n  start_ms: 38220\n  end_ms: 39670\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 39670\n  end_ms: 43210\n- text: 'We had to get ''em up with two guns, runnin'' side by side with #1.'\n  start_ms: 43210\n  end_ms: 46620\n- text: Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n  start_ms: 46620\n  end_ms: 49440\n- text: If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n  start_ms: 49440\n  end_ms: 50940\n- text: Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n  start_ms: 50940\n  end_ms: 53510\n- text: Copper lettin' the lead off.\n  start_ms: 53510\n  end_ms: 54850\n- text: Copper thought that he had me caught.\n  start_ms: 54850\n  end_ms: 56380\n- text: Little Layzie blew his head off.\n  start_ms: 56380\n  end_ms: 57730\n- text: Get 'em up, and get up.\n  start_ms: 57730\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: 'The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin'' with a gun already buckin''.'\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 61850\n- text: We split up.\n  start_ms: 61850\n  end_ms: 62690\n- text: Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n  start_ms: 62690\n  end_ms: 72820\n- text: Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n  start_ms: 72820\n  end_ms: 76270\n- text: One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n  start_ms: 76270\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 85050\n- text: Hit the bend.\n  start_ms: 85050\n  end_ms: 86260\n- text: Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n  start_ms: 86260\n  end_ms: 88700\n- text: They set in then they lead in.\n  start_ms: 88700\n  end_ms: 90270\n- text: They wanted\n  start_ms: 90270\n  end_ms: 90830\n- text: Me up in a coffin.\n  start_ms: 90830\n  end_ms: 92100\n- text: Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n  start_ms: 92100\n  end_ms: 93970\n- text: I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n  start_ms: 93970\n  end_ms: 95550\n- text: Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n  start_ms: 95550\n  end_ms: 97720\n- text: And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n  start_ms: 97720\n  end_ms: 100800\n- text: Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n  start_ms: 100800\n  end_ms: 102750\n- text: He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n  start_ms: 102750\n  end_ms: 107610\n- text: Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n  start_ms: 107610\n  end_ms: 113570\n- text: But chill, (No doubt).\n  start_ms: 113570\n  end_ms: 114510\n- text: Sleeper.\n  start_ms: 114510\n  end_ms: 115760\n- text: Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n  start_ms: 115760\n  end_ms: 117280\n- text: Somehow must beat 'cha.\n  start_ms: 117280\n  end_ms: 118590\n- text: So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n  start_ms: 118590\n  end_ms: 119870\n- text: Layzie\n  start_ms: 119870\n  end_ms: 120200\n- text: Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n  start_ms: 120200\n  end_ms: 122930\n- text: Better think again.\n  start_ms: 122930\n  end_ms: 124510\n- text: It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n  start_ms: 124510\n  end_ms: 125810\n- text: Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n  start_ms: 125810\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: Kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 132500\n- text: Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n  start_ms: 132500\n  end_ms: 136150\n- text: Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n  start_ms: 136150\n  end_ms: 137850\n- text: Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n  start_ms: 137850\n  end_ms: 142450\n- text: Keep buckin' them faster.\n  start_ms: 142450\n  end_ms: 143750\n- text: All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n  start_ms: 143750\n  end_ms: 145280\n- text: Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n  start_ms: 145280\n  end_ms: 147220\n- text: Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n  start_ms: 147220\n  end_ms: 150720\n- text: Can't be safe.\n  start_ms: 150720\n  end_ms: 151930\n- text: I'm buckin'.\n  start_ms: 151930\n  end_ms: 153390\n- text: Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n  start_ms: 153390\n  end_ms: 154430\n- text: Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n  start_ms: 154430\n  end_ms: 158310\n- text: Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n  start_ms: 158310\n  end_ms: 161330\n- text: Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n  start_ms: 161330\n  end_ms: 164130\n- text: I'm bustin'. '\n  start_ms: 164130\n  end_ms: 164880\n- text: Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n  start_ms: 164880\n  end_ms: 171470\n- text: We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n  start_ms: 171470\n  end_ms: 173950\n- text: And I pulled a grenade.\n  start_ms: 173950\n  end_ms: 175190\n- text: Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n  start_ms: 175190\n  end_ms: 176930\n- text: Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n  start_ms: 176930\n  end_ms: 178670\n- text: Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n  start_ms: 178670\n  end_ms: 182760\n- text: Elder thug (Bizzy)\n  start_ms: 182760\n  end_ms: 183150\n- text: Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n  start_ms: 183150\n  end_ms: 188730\n- text: Elder thug (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 188730\n  end_ms: 191450\n- text: Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n  start_ms: 191450\n  end_ms: 193640\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 193640\n  end_ms: 194800\n- text: Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n  start_ms: 194800\n  end_ms: 197360\n- text: It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n  start_ms: 197360\n  end_ms: 198870\n- text: They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n  start_ms: 198870\n  end_ms: 202410\n- text: Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n  start_ms: 202410\n  end_ms: 206880\n- text: Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n  start_ms: 206880\n  end_ms: 208750\n- text: 'It''s all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won''t be pullin'' no bible mission for survival.'\n  start_ms: 208750\n  end_ms: 214110\n- text: Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n  start_ms: 214110\n  end_ms: 216630\n- text: Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n  start_ms: 216630\n  end_ms: 217710\n- text: Now, it's on.\n  start_ms: 217710\n  end_ms: 218670\n- text: Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n  start_ms: 218670\n  end_ms: 221590\n- text: We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n  start_ms: 221590\n  end_ms: 224090\n- text: Nigga, what's up?\n  start_ms: 224090\n  end_ms: 224990\n- text: Quick, bust in first.\n  start_ms: 224990\n  end_ms: 225720\n- text: When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n  start_ms: 225720\n  end_ms: 227630\n- text: We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n  start_ms: 227630\n  end_ms: 230880\n- text: All we was thinkin' is, \"\n  start_ms: 230880\n  end_ms: 232150\n- text: Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n  start_ms: 232150\n  end_ms: 235340\n- text: Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n  start_ms: 235340\n  end_ms: 238100\n- text: And all across my face was, \"\n  start_ms: 238100\n  end_ms: 239890\n- text: I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n  start_ms: 239890\n  end_ms: 242320\n- text: I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n  start_ms: 242320\n  end_ms: 246080\n- text: Now we're rollin'.\n  start_ms: 246080\n  end_ms: 247350\n- text: No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n  start_ms: 247350\n  end_ms: 249220\n- text: Cops surround Bone.\n  start_ms: 249220\n  end_ms: 250710\n- text: We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n  start_ms: 250710\n  end_ms: 251920\n- text: Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n  start_ms: 251920\n  end_ms: 252790\n- text: U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n  start_ms: 252790\n  end_ms: 256170\n- text: That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n  start_ms: 256170\n  end_ms: 258550\n- text: Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n  start_ms: 258550\n  end_ms: 260440\n- text: Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n  start_ms: 260440\n  end_ms: 262220\n- text: Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n  start_ms: 262220\n  end_ms: 265150\n- text: I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n  start_ms: 265150\n  end_ms: 268700\n- text: My niggas, they followed behind me.\n  start_ms: 268700\n  end_ms: 270280\n- text: We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n  start_ms: 270280\n  end_ms: 271770\n- text: Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n  start_ms: 271770\n  end_ms: 274580\n- text: Hid a car so we could drive out.\n  start_ms: 274580\n  end_ms: 276240\n- text: While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n  start_ms: 276240\n  end_ms: 278380\n- text: If\n  start_ms: 278380\n  end_ms: 279120\n- text: You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n  start_ms: 279120\n  end_ms: 280550\n- text: Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n  start_ms: 280550\n  end_ms: 283570\n- text: (...St.\n  start_ms: 283570\n  end_ms: 285110\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 285110\n  end_ms: 285860\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 285860\n  end_ms: 286450\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 286450\n  end_ms: 286930\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 286930\n  end_ms: 287490\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 287490\n  end_ms: 287940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 287940\nplain: |-\n  Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n  Fuck that!\n  Man put that shit out, man.\n  Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n  Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n  Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\n  Judge\n  Okay, order in the court.\n  Court Attendant\n  People vs.\n  Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n  C601999.\n  Bailiff\n  Will the defendant please stand!\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n  Bizzy\n  Naw, man!\n  Spectator\n  You know the muthafucka did it!\n  Bailiff\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n  Bizzy\n  We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n  Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n  If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n  Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n  Copper lettin' the lead off.\n  Copper thought that he had me caught.\n  Little Layzie blew his head off.\n  Get 'em up, and get up.\n  The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n  We split up.\n  Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n  Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n  One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n  Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n  Hit the bend.\n  Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n  They set in then they lead in.\n  They wanted\n  Me up in a coffin.\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n  I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n  Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n  And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n  Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n  He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n  Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n  But chill, (No doubt).\n  Sleeper.\n  Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n  Somehow must beat 'cha.\n  So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n  Layzie\n  Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n  Better think again.\n  It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n  Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n  Kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n  Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n  Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n  Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n  Keep buckin' them faster.\n  All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n  Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n  Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n  Can't be safe.\n  I'm buckin'.\n  Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n  Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n  Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n  I'm bustin'. '\n  Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n  We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n  And I pulled a grenade.\n  Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n  Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n  Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n  Elder thug (Bizzy)\n  Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n  Elder thug (Layzie)\n  Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n  Krayzie\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n  It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n  They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n  Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n  Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n  It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n  Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n  Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n  Now, it's on.\n  Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n  We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n  Nigga, what's up?\n  Quick, bust in first.\n  When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n  We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n  All we was thinkin' is, \"\n  Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n  Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n  And all across my face was, \"\n  I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n  I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n  Now we're rollin'.\n  No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n  Cops surround Bone.\n  We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n  Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n  U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n  That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n  Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n  Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n  Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n  My niggas, they followed behind me.\n  We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n  Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n  Hid a car so we could drive out.\n  While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n  If\n  You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n  Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n  (...St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n"},{"id":24100236,"name":"Down ’71 (The Getaway)","trackName":"Down ’71 (The Getaway)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":283.493333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\nFuck that!\nMan put that shit out, man.\nAin't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\nMan, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\nAw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\nJudge\nOkay, order in the court.\nCourt Attendant\nPeople vs.\nBone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\nC601999.\nBailiff\nWill the defendant please stand!\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\nBizzy\nNaw, man!\nSpectator\nYou know the muthafucka did it!\nBailiff\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\nBizzy\nWe had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\nBet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\nIf they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\nRip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\nCopper lettin' the lead off.\nCopper thought that he had me caught.\nLittle Layzie blew his head off.\nGet 'em up, and get up.\nThe bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\nWe split up.\nBust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\nBetter in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\nOne had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\nRun with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\nHit the bend.\nOh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\nThey set in then they lead in.\nThey wanted\nMe up in a coffin.\nCops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\nI went unconscious from the stompin'.\nTakin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\nAnd without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\nMe lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\nHe knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\nSent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\nBut chill, (No doubt).\nSleeper.\nGotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\nSomehow must beat 'cha.\nSo peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\nLayzie\nBailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\nBetter think again.\nIt's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\nLittle nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\nKill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\nBack from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\nHoldin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\nInside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\nKeep buckin' them faster.\nAll I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\nBetter watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\nGotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\nCan't be safe.\nI'm buckin'.\nLittle Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\nGave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\nGotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\nGot plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\nI'm bustin'. '\nCause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\nWe steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\nAnd I pulled a grenade.\nTossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\nCreepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\nFeelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\nElder thug (Bizzy)\nWell, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\nElder thug (Layzie)\nWell, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\nKrayzie\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\nIt began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\nThey done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\nScopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\nGotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\nIt's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\nNigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\nSomebody done pulled the alarm.\nNow, it's on.\nSlaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\nWe got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\nNigga, what's up?\nQuick, bust in first.\nWhen you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\nWe're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\nAll we was thinkin' is, \"\nDon't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\nGotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\nAnd all across my face was, \"\nI'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\nI'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\nNow we're rollin'.\nNo more than a half a mile we get stopped.\nCops surround Bone.\nWe load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\nFuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\nU\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\nThat boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\nSent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\nPo-po came quick, them heat up.\nNiggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\nMy niggas, they followed behind me.\nWe getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\nCame up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\nHid a car so we could drive out.\nWhile we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\nIf\nYou's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\nMo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n(...St.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.41] Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n[00:07.36] Fuck that!\n[00:08.56] Man put that shit out, man.\n[00:10.45] Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n[00:12.41] Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n[00:16.07] Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n[00:17.83] Judge\n[00:18.60] Okay, order in the court.\n[00:19.83] Court Attendant\n[00:20.33] People vs.\n[00:21.27] Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n[00:22.59] C601999.\n[00:24.80] Bailiff\n[00:25.11] Will the defendant please stand!\n[00:28.52] Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n[00:32.12] Bizzy\n[00:32.30] Naw, man!\n[00:35.29] Spectator\n[00:35.76] You know the muthafucka did it!\n[00:36.56] Bailiff\n[00:36.94] Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n[00:38.22] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n[00:39.67] Bizzy\n[00:43.21] We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n[00:46.62] Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n[00:49.44] If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n[00:50.94] Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n[00:53.51] Copper lettin' the lead off.\n[00:54.85] Copper thought that he had me caught.\n[00:56.38] Little Layzie blew his head off.\n[00:57.73] Get 'em up, and get up.\n[00:59.16] The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n[01:01.85] We split up.\n[01:02.69] Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n[01:12.82] Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n[01:16.27] One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n[01:22.47] Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n[01:25.05] Hit the bend.\n[01:26.26] Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n[01:28.70] They set in then they lead in.\n[01:30.27] They wanted\n[01:30.83] Me up in a coffin.\n[01:32.10] Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n[01:33.97] I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n[01:35.55] Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n[01:37.72] And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n[01:40.80] Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n[01:42.75] He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n[01:47.61] Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n[01:53.57] But chill, (No doubt).\n[01:54.51] Sleeper.\n[01:55.76] Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n[01:57.28] Somehow must beat 'cha.\n[01:58.59] So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n[01:59.87] Layzie\n[02:00.20] Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n[02:02.93] Better think again.\n[02:04.51] It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n[02:05.81] Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n[02:07.28] Kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n[02:12.50] Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n[02:16.15] Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n[02:17.85] Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n[02:22.45] Keep buckin' them faster.\n[02:23.75] All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n[02:25.28] Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n[02:27.22] Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n[02:30.72] Can't be safe.\n[02:31.93] I'm buckin'.\n[02:33.39] Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n[02:34.43] Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n[02:38.31] Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n[02:41.33] Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n[02:44.13] I'm bustin'. '\n[02:44.88] Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n[02:51.47] We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n[02:53.95] And I pulled a grenade.\n[02:55.19] Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n[02:56.93] Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n[02:58.67] Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n[03:02.76] Elder thug (Bizzy)\n[03:03.15] Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n[03:08.73] Elder thug (Layzie)\n[03:11.45] Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n[03:13.64] Krayzie\n[03:14.80] Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n[03:17.36] It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n[03:18.87] They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n[03:22.41] Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n[03:26.88] Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n[03:28.75] It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n[03:34.11] Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n[03:36.63] Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n[03:37.71] Now, it's on.\n[03:38.67] Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n[03:41.59] We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n[03:44.09] Nigga, what's up?\n[03:44.99] Quick, bust in first.\n[03:45.72] When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n[03:47.63] We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n[03:50.88] All we was thinkin' is, \"\n[03:52.15] Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n[03:55.34] Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n[03:58.10] And all across my face was, \"\n[03:59.89] I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n[04:02.32] I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n[04:06.08] Now we're rollin'.\n[04:07.35] No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n[04:09.22] Cops surround Bone.\n[04:10.71] We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n[04:11.92] Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n[04:12.79] U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n[04:16.17] That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n[04:18.55] Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n[04:20.44] Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n[04:22.22] Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n[04:25.15] I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n[04:28.70] My niggas, they followed behind me.\n[04:30.28] We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n[04:31.77] Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n[04:34.58] Hid a car so we could drive out.\n[04:36.24] While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n[04:38.38] If\n[04:39.12] You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n[04:40.55] Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n[04:43.57] (...St.\n[04:45.11] Clair!\n[04:45.86] St.\n[04:46.45] Clair!\n[04:46.93] St.\n[04:47.49] Clair!\n[04:47.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Down ’71 (The Getaway)\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 283493\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n  start_ms: 410\n  end_ms: 7360\n- text: Fuck that!\n  start_ms: 7360\n  end_ms: 8560\n- text: Man put that shit out, man.\n  start_ms: 8560\n  end_ms: 10450\n- text: Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. 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(Support his ass.)\n  start_ms: 16070\n  end_ms: 17830\n- text: Judge\n  start_ms: 17830\n  end_ms: 18600\n- text: Okay, order in the court.\n  start_ms: 18600\n  end_ms: 19830\n- text: Court Attendant\n  start_ms: 19830\n  end_ms: 20330\n- text: People vs.\n  start_ms: 20330\n  end_ms: 21270\n- text: 'Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #'\n  start_ms: 21270\n  end_ms: 22590\n- text: C601999.\n  start_ms: 22590\n  end_ms: 24800\n- text: Bailiff\n  start_ms: 24800\n  end_ms: 25110\n- text: Will the defendant please stand!\n  start_ms: 25110\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 32120\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 32120\n  end_ms: 32300\n- text: Naw, man!\n  start_ms: 32300\n  end_ms: 35290\n- text: Spectator\n  start_ms: 35290\n  end_ms: 35760\n- text: You know the muthafucka did it!\n  start_ms: 35760\n  end_ms: 36560\n- text: Bailiff\n  start_ms: 36560\n  end_ms: 36940\n- text: Well the court 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Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n  start_ms: 154430\n  end_ms: 158310\n- text: Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n  start_ms: 158310\n  end_ms: 161330\n- text: Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n  start_ms: 161330\n  end_ms: 164130\n- text: I'm bustin'. '\n  start_ms: 164130\n  end_ms: 164880\n- text: Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n  start_ms: 164880\n  end_ms: 171470\n- text: We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n  start_ms: 171470\n  end_ms: 173950\n- text: And I pulled a grenade.\n  start_ms: 173950\n  end_ms: 175190\n- text: Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n  start_ms: 175190\n  end_ms: 176930\n- text: Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n  start_ms: 176930\n  end_ms: 178670\n- text: Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n  start_ms: 178670\n  end_ms: 182760\n- text: Elder thug (Bizzy)\n  start_ms: 182760\n  end_ms: 183150\n- text: Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n  start_ms: 183150\n  end_ms: 188730\n- text: Elder thug (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 188730\n  end_ms: 191450\n- text: Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n  start_ms: 191450\n  end_ms: 193640\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 193640\n  end_ms: 194800\n- text: Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n  start_ms: 194800\n  end_ms: 197360\n- text: It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n  start_ms: 197360\n  end_ms: 198870\n- text: They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n  start_ms: 198870\n  end_ms: 202410\n- text: Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n  start_ms: 202410\n  end_ms: 206880\n- text: Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n  start_ms: 206880\n  end_ms: 208750\n- text: 'It''s all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won''t be pullin'' no bible mission for survival.'\n  start_ms: 208750\n  end_ms: 214110\n- text: Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n  start_ms: 214110\n  end_ms: 216630\n- text: Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n  start_ms: 216630\n  end_ms: 217710\n- text: Now, it's on.\n  start_ms: 217710\n  end_ms: 218670\n- text: Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n  start_ms: 218670\n  end_ms: 221590\n- text: We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n  start_ms: 221590\n  end_ms: 224090\n- text: Nigga, what's up?\n  start_ms: 224090\n  end_ms: 224990\n- text: Quick, bust in first.\n  start_ms: 224990\n  end_ms: 225720\n- text: When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n  start_ms: 225720\n  end_ms: 227630\n- text: We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n  start_ms: 227630\n  end_ms: 230880\n- text: All we was thinkin' is, \"\n  start_ms: 230880\n  end_ms: 232150\n- text: Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n  start_ms: 232150\n  end_ms: 235340\n- text: Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n  start_ms: 235340\n  end_ms: 238100\n- text: And all across my face was, \"\n  start_ms: 238100\n  end_ms: 239890\n- text: I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n  start_ms: 239890\n  end_ms: 242320\n- text: I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n  start_ms: 242320\n  end_ms: 246080\n- text: Now we're rollin'.\n  start_ms: 246080\n  end_ms: 247350\n- text: No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n  start_ms: 247350\n  end_ms: 249220\n- text: Cops surround Bone.\n  start_ms: 249220\n  end_ms: 250710\n- text: We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n  start_ms: 250710\n  end_ms: 251920\n- text: Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n  start_ms: 251920\n  end_ms: 252790\n- text: U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n  start_ms: 252790\n  end_ms: 256170\n- text: That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n  start_ms: 256170\n  end_ms: 258550\n- text: Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n  start_ms: 258550\n  end_ms: 260440\n- text: Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n  start_ms: 260440\n  end_ms: 262220\n- text: Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n  start_ms: 262220\n  end_ms: 265150\n- text: I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n  start_ms: 265150\n  end_ms: 268700\n- text: My niggas, they followed behind me.\n  start_ms: 268700\n  end_ms: 270280\n- text: We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n  start_ms: 270280\n  end_ms: 271770\n- text: Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n  start_ms: 271770\n  end_ms: 274580\n- text: Hid a car so we could drive out.\n  start_ms: 274580\n  end_ms: 276240\n- text: While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n  start_ms: 276240\n  end_ms: 278380\n- text: If\n  start_ms: 278380\n  end_ms: 279120\n- text: You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n  start_ms: 279120\n  end_ms: 280550\n- text: Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n  start_ms: 280550\n  end_ms: 283570\n- text: (...St.\n  start_ms: 283570\n  end_ms: 285110\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 285110\n  end_ms: 285860\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 285860\n  end_ms: 286450\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 286450\n  end_ms: 286930\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 286930\n  end_ms: 287490\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 287490\n  end_ms: 287940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 287940\nplain: |-\n  Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n  Fuck that!\n  Man put that shit out, man.\n  Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n  Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n  Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\n  Judge\n  Okay, order in the court.\n  Court Attendant\n  People vs.\n  Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n  C601999.\n  Bailiff\n  Will the defendant please stand!\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n  Bizzy\n  Naw, man!\n  Spectator\n  You know the muthafucka did it!\n  Bailiff\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n  Bizzy\n  We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n  Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n  If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n  Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n  Copper lettin' the lead off.\n  Copper thought that he had me caught.\n  Little Layzie blew his head off.\n  Get 'em up, and get up.\n  The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n  We split up.\n  Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n  Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n  One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n  Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n  Hit the bend.\n  Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n  They set in then they lead in.\n  They wanted\n  Me up in a coffin.\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n  I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n  Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n  And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n  Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n  He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n  Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n  But chill, (No doubt).\n  Sleeper.\n  Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n  Somehow must beat 'cha.\n  So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n  Layzie\n  Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n  Better think again.\n  It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n  Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n  Kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n  Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n  Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n  Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n  Keep buckin' them faster.\n  All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n  Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n  Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n  Can't be safe.\n  I'm buckin'.\n  Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n  Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n  Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n  I'm bustin'. '\n  Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n  We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n  And I pulled a grenade.\n  Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n  Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n  Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n  Elder thug (Bizzy)\n  Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n  Elder thug (Layzie)\n  Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n  Krayzie\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n  It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n  They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n  Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n  Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n  It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n  Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n  Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n  Now, it's on.\n  Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n  We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n  Nigga, what's up?\n  Quick, bust in first.\n  When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n  We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n  All we was thinkin' is, \"\n  Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n  Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n  And all across my face was, \"\n  I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n  I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n  Now we're rollin'.\n  No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n  Cops surround Bone.\n  We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n  Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n  U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n  That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n  Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n  Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n  Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n  My niggas, they followed behind me.\n  We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n  Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n  Hid a car so we could drive out.\n  While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n  If\n  You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n  Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n  (...St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n"},{"id":11344141,"name":"Down '71 (The Getaway)","trackName":"Down '71 (The Getaway)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\nFuck that!\nMan put that shit out, man.\nAin't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\nMan, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\nAw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\nJudge\nOkay, order in the court.\nCourt Attendant\nPeople vs.\nBone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\nC601999.\nBailiff\nWill the defendant please stand!\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\nBizzy\nNaw, man!\nSpectator\nYou know the muthafucka did it!\nBailiff\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\nBizzy\nWe had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\nBet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\nIf they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\nRip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\nCopper lettin' the lead off.\nCopper thought that he had me caught.\nLittle Layzie blew his head off.\nGet 'em up, and get up.\nThe bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\nWe split up.\nBust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\nBetter in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\nOne had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\nRun with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\nHit the bend.\nOh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\nThey set in then they lead in.\nThey wanted\nme up in a coffin.\nCops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\nI went unconscious from the stompin'.\nTakin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\nAnd without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\nMe lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\nHe knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\nSent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\nBut chill, (No doubt).\nsleeper.\nGotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\nSomehow must beat 'cha.\nSo peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\nLayzie\nBailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\nBetter think again.\nIt's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\nLittle nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\nkill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\nBack from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\nHoldin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\nInside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\nKeep buckin' them faster.\nAll I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\nBetter watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\nGotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\nCan't be safe.\nI'm buckin'.\nLittle Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\nGave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\nGotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\nGot plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\nI'm bustin'. '\nCause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\nWe steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\nAnd I pulled a grenade.\nTossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\nCreepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\nFeelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\nElder thug (Bizzy)\nWell, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\nElder thug (Layzie)\nWell, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\nKrayzie\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\nIt began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\nThey done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\nScopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\nGotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\nIt's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\nNigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\nSomebody done pulled the alarm.\nNow, it's on.\nSlaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\nWe got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\nNigga, what's up?\nQuick, bust in first.\nWhen you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\nWe're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\nAll we was thinkin' is, \"\nDon't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\nGotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\nAnd all across my face was, \"\nI'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\nI'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\nNow we're rollin'.\nNo more than a half a mile we get stopped.\nCops surround Bone.\nWe load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\nFuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\nU\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\nThat boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\nSent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\nPo-po came quick, them heat up.\nNiggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\nMy niggas, they followed behind me.\nWe getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\nCame up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\nHid a car so we could drive out.\nWhile we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\nIf\nyou's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\nMo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n(...St.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.28] Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n[00:04.78] Fuck that!\n[00:06.35] Man put that shit out, man.\n[00:08.14] Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n[00:10.69] Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n[00:13.74] Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n[00:14.71] Judge\n[00:16.19] Okay, order in the court.\n[00:17.75] Court Attendant\n[00:18.02] People vs.\n[00:18.72] Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n[00:19.54] C601999.\n[00:23.18] Bailiff\n[00:23.84] Will the defendant please stand!\n[00:27.08] Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n[00:31.74] Bizzy\n[00:32.14] Naw, man!\n[00:33.09] Spectator\n[00:33.30] You know the muthafucka did it!\n[00:33.95] Bailiff\n[00:34.24] Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n[00:37.21] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n[00:40.24] Bizzy\n[00:40.66] We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n[00:44.35] Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n[00:46.95] If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n[00:48.50] Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n[00:51.36] Copper lettin' the lead off.\n[00:52.20] Copper thought that he had me caught.\n[00:53.49] Little Layzie blew his head off.\n[00:55.26] Get 'em up, and get up.\n[00:56.38] The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n[01:00.27] We split up.\n[01:00.92] Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n[01:10.02] Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n[01:13.58] One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n[01:19.76] Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n[01:22.74] Hit the bend.\n[01:23.56] Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n[01:26.01] They set in then they lead in.\n[01:27.66] They wanted\n[01:28.28] Me up in a coffin.\n[01:28.86] Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n[01:30.95] I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n[01:33.13] Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n[01:35.44] And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n[01:38.30] Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n[01:40.48] He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n[01:45.14] Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n[01:51.19] But chill, (No doubt).\n[01:52.53] Sleeper.\n[01:53.38] Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n[01:54.71] Somehow must beat 'cha.\n[01:56.26] So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n[01:57.55] Layzie\n[01:57.66] Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n[02:00.32] Better think again.\n[02:01.25] It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n[02:03.93] Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n[02:05.92] Kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n[02:10.14] Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n[02:13.40] Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n[02:15.60] Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n[02:19.81] Keep buckin' them faster.\n[02:21.02] All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n[02:23.03] Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n[02:25.59] Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n[02:28.78] Can't be safe.\n[02:29.48] I'm buckin'.\n[02:30.25] Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n[02:32.50] Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n[02:35.73] Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n[02:38.94] Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n[02:41.46] I'm bustin'. '\n[02:42.20] Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n[02:48.48] We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n[02:51.20] And I pulled a grenade.\n[02:52.69] Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n[02:54.86] Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n[02:56.64] Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n[03:00.89] Elder thug (Bizzy)\n[03:01.39] Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n[03:08.63] Elder thug (Layzie)\n[03:09.10] Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n[03:13.16] Krayzie\n[03:13.49] Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n[03:15.07] It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n[03:16.89] They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n[03:20.04] Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n[03:24.50] Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n[03:26.11] It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n[03:31.49] Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n[03:33.81] Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n[03:35.12] Now, it's on.\n[03:35.90] Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n[03:38.83] We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n[03:41.45] Nigga, what's up?\n[03:42.10] Quick, bust in first.\n[03:43.12] When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n[03:45.32] We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n[03:48.25] All we was thinkin' is, \"\n[03:49.92] Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n[03:52.46] Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n[03:55.60] And all across my face was, \"\n[03:57.19] I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n[04:01.15] I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n[04:03.98] Now we're rollin'.\n[04:04.59] No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n[04:06.75] Cops surround Bone.\n[04:07.94] We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n[04:09.34] Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n[04:10.54] U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n[04:13.24] That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n[04:15.78] Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n[04:17.64] Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n[04:19.51] Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n[04:22.57] I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n[04:25.92] My niggas, they followed behind me.\n[04:27.22] We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n[04:29.14] Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n[04:32.36] Hid a car so we could drive out.\n[04:33.57] While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n[04:35.70] If\n[04:36.18] You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n[04:38.23] Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n[04:41.52] (...St.\n[04:42.18] Clair!\n[04:42.78] St.\n[04:43.70] Clair!\n[04:44.40] St.\n[04:45.16] Clair!\n[04:46.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Down '71 (The Getaway)\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n  start_ms: 3280\n  end_ms: 4780\n- text: Fuck that!\n  start_ms: 4780\n  end_ms: 6350\n- text: Man put that shit out, man.\n  start_ms: 6350\n  end_ms: 8140\n- text: Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n  start_ms: 8140\n  end_ms: 10690\n- text: Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n  start_ms: 10690\n  end_ms: 13740\n- text: Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n  start_ms: 13740\n  end_ms: 14710\n- text: Judge\n  start_ms: 14710\n  end_ms: 16190\n- text: Okay, order in the court.\n  start_ms: 16190\n  end_ms: 17750\n- text: Court Attendant\n  start_ms: 17750\n  end_ms: 18020\n- text: People vs.\n  start_ms: 18020\n  end_ms: 18720\n- text: 'Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #'\n  start_ms: 18720\n  end_ms: 19540\n- text: C601999.\n  start_ms: 19540\n  end_ms: 23180\n- text: Bailiff\n  start_ms: 23180\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Will the defendant please stand!\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 27080\n- text: Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n  start_ms: 27080\n  end_ms: 31740\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 31740\n  end_ms: 32140\n- text: Naw, man!\n  start_ms: 32140\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: Spectator\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33300\n- text: You know the muthafucka did it!\n  start_ms: 33300\n  end_ms: 33950\n- text: Bailiff\n  start_ms: 33950\n  end_ms: 34240\n- text: Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n  start_ms: 34240\n  end_ms: 37210\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n  start_ms: 37210\n  end_ms: 40240\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 40240\n  end_ms: 40660\n- text: 'We had to get ''em up with two guns, runnin'' side by side with #1.'\n  start_ms: 40660\n  end_ms: 44350\n- text: Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n  start_ms: 44350\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 48500\n- text: Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n  start_ms: 48500\n  end_ms: 51360\n- text: Copper lettin' the lead off.\n  start_ms: 51360\n  end_ms: 52200\n- text: Copper thought that he had me caught.\n  start_ms: 52200\n  end_ms: 53490\n- text: Little Layzie blew his head off.\n  start_ms: 53490\n  end_ms: 55260\n- text: Get 'em up, and get up.\n  start_ms: 55260\n  end_ms: 56380\n- text: 'The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin'' with a gun already buckin''.'\n  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start_ms: 87660\n  end_ms: 88280\n- text: Me up in a coffin.\n  start_ms: 88280\n  end_ms: 88860\n- text: Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n  start_ms: 88860\n  end_ms: 90950\n- text: I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n  start_ms: 90950\n  end_ms: 93130\n- text: Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n  start_ms: 93130\n  end_ms: 95440\n- text: And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n  start_ms: 95440\n  end_ms: 98300\n- text: Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n  start_ms: 98300\n  end_ms: 100480\n- text: He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n  start_ms: 100480\n  end_ms: 105140\n- text: Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n  start_ms: 105140\n  end_ms: 111190\n- text: But chill, (No doubt).\n  start_ms: 111190\n  end_ms: 112530\n- text: Sleeper.\n  start_ms: 112530\n  end_ms: 113380\n- text: Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n  start_ms: 113380\n  end_ms: 114710\n- text: Somehow must beat 'cha.\n  start_ms: 114710\n  end_ms: 116260\n- text: So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n  start_ms: 116260\n  end_ms: 117550\n- text: Layzie\n  start_ms: 117550\n  end_ms: 117660\n- text: Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n  start_ms: 117660\n  end_ms: 120320\n- text: Better think again.\n  start_ms: 120320\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n  start_ms: 121250\n  end_ms: 123930\n- text: Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n  start_ms: 123930\n  end_ms: 125920\n- text: Kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n  start_ms: 125920\n  end_ms: 130140\n- text: Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n  start_ms: 130140\n  end_ms: 133400\n- text: Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n  start_ms: 133400\n  end_ms: 135600\n- text: Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n  start_ms: 135600\n  end_ms: 139810\n- text: Keep buckin' them faster.\n  start_ms: 139810\n  end_ms: 141020\n- text: All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n  start_ms: 141020\n  end_ms: 143030\n- text: Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n  start_ms: 143030\n  end_ms: 145590\n- text: Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n  start_ms: 145590\n  end_ms: 148780\n- text: Can't be safe.\n  start_ms: 148780\n  end_ms: 149480\n- text: I'm buckin'.\n  start_ms: 149480\n  end_ms: 150250\n- text: Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n  start_ms: 150250\n  end_ms: 152500\n- text: Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n  start_ms: 152500\n  end_ms: 155730\n- text: Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n  start_ms: 155730\n  end_ms: 158940\n- text: Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n  start_ms: 158940\n  end_ms: 161460\n- text: I'm bustin'. '\n  start_ms: 161460\n  end_ms: 162200\n- text: Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n  start_ms: 162200\n  end_ms: 168480\n- text: We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n  start_ms: 168480\n  end_ms: 171200\n- text: And I pulled a grenade.\n  start_ms: 171200\n  end_ms: 172690\n- text: Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n  start_ms: 172690\n  end_ms: 174860\n- text: Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n  start_ms: 174860\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 180890\n- text: Elder thug (Bizzy)\n  start_ms: 180890\n  end_ms: 181390\n- text: Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n  start_ms: 181390\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Elder thug (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 189100\n- text: Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n  start_ms: 189100\n  end_ms: 193160\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 193160\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195070\n- text: It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n  start_ms: 195070\n  end_ms: 196890\n- text: They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n  start_ms: 196890\n  end_ms: 200040\n- text: Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n  start_ms: 200040\n  end_ms: 204500\n- text: Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n  start_ms: 204500\n  end_ms: 206110\n- text: 'It''s all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won''t be pullin'' no bible mission for survival.'\n  start_ms: 206110\n  end_ms: 211490\n- text: Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n  start_ms: 211490\n  end_ms: 213810\n- text: Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n  start_ms: 213810\n  end_ms: 215120\n- text: Now, it's on.\n  start_ms: 215120\n  end_ms: 215900\n- text: Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n  start_ms: 215900\n  end_ms: 218830\n- text: We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n  start_ms: 218830\n  end_ms: 221450\n- text: Nigga, what's up?\n  start_ms: 221450\n  end_ms: 222100\n- text: Quick, bust in first.\n  start_ms: 222100\n  end_ms: 223120\n- text: When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n  start_ms: 223120\n  end_ms: 225320\n- text: We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n  start_ms: 225320\n  end_ms: 228250\n- text: All we was thinkin' is, \"\n  start_ms: 228250\n  end_ms: 229920\n- text: Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n  start_ms: 229920\n  end_ms: 232460\n- text: Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n  start_ms: 232460\n  end_ms: 235600\n- text: And all across my face was, \"\n  start_ms: 235600\n  end_ms: 237190\n- text: I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n  start_ms: 237190\n  end_ms: 241150\n- text: I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n  start_ms: 241150\n  end_ms: 243980\n- text: Now we're rollin'.\n  start_ms: 243980\n  end_ms: 244590\n- text: No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n  start_ms: 244590\n  end_ms: 246750\n- text: Cops surround Bone.\n  start_ms: 246750\n  end_ms: 247940\n- text: We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n  start_ms: 247940\n  end_ms: 249340\n- text: Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n  start_ms: 249340\n  end_ms: 250540\n- text: U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n  start_ms: 250540\n  end_ms: 253240\n- text: That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n  start_ms: 253240\n  end_ms: 255780\n- text: Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n  start_ms: 255780\n  end_ms: 257640\n- text: Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n  start_ms: 257640\n  end_ms: 259510\n- text: Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n  start_ms: 259510\n  end_ms: 262570\n- text: I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n  start_ms: 262570\n  end_ms: 265920\n- text: My niggas, they followed behind me.\n  start_ms: 265920\n  end_ms: 267220\n- text: We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n  start_ms: 267220\n  end_ms: 269140\n- text: Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n  start_ms: 269140\n  end_ms: 272360\n- text: Hid a car so we could drive out.\n  start_ms: 272360\n  end_ms: 273570\n- text: While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n  start_ms: 273570\n  end_ms: 275700\n- text: If\n  start_ms: 275700\n  end_ms: 276180\n- text: You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n  start_ms: 276180\n  end_ms: 278230\n- text: Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n  start_ms: 278230\n  end_ms: 281520\n- text: (...St.\n  start_ms: 281520\n  end_ms: 282180\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 282180\n  end_ms: 282780\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 282780\n  end_ms: 283700\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 283700\n  end_ms: 284400\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 284400\n  end_ms: 285160\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 285160\n  end_ms: 286130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 286130\nplain: |-\n  Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n  Fuck that!\n  Man put that shit out, man.\n  Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n  Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n  Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\n  Judge\n  Okay, order in the court.\n  Court Attendant\n  People vs.\n  Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n  C601999.\n  Bailiff\n  Will the defendant please stand!\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n  Bizzy\n  Naw, man!\n  Spectator\n  You know the muthafucka did it!\n  Bailiff\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n  Bizzy\n  We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n  Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n  If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n  Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n  Copper lettin' the lead off.\n  Copper thought that he had me caught.\n  Little Layzie blew his head off.\n  Get 'em up, and get up.\n  The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n  We split up.\n  Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n  Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n  One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n  Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n  Hit the bend.\n  Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n  They set in then they lead in.\n  They wanted\n  me up in a coffin.\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n  I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n  Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n  And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n  Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n  He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n  Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n  But chill, (No doubt).\n  sleeper.\n  Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n  Somehow must beat 'cha.\n  So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n  Layzie\n  Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n  Better think again.\n  It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n  Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n  kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n  Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n  Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n  Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n  Keep buckin' them faster.\n  All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n  Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n  Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n  Can't be safe.\n  I'm buckin'.\n  Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n  Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n  Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n  I'm bustin'. '\n  Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n  We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n  And I pulled a grenade.\n  Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n  Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n  Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n  Elder thug (Bizzy)\n  Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n  Elder thug (Layzie)\n  Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n  Krayzie\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n  It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n  They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n  Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n  Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n  It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n  Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n  Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n  Now, it's on.\n  Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n  We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n  Nigga, what's up?\n  Quick, bust in first.\n  When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n  We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n  All we was thinkin' is, \"\n  Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n  Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n  And all across my face was, \"\n  I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n  I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n  Now we're rollin'.\n  No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n  Cops surround Bone.\n  We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n  Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n  U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n  That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n  Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n  Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n  Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n  My niggas, they followed behind me.\n  We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n  Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n  Hid a car so we could drive out.\n  While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n  If\n  you's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n  Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n  (...St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n"},{"id":9506527,"name":"Down '71 (the Getaway)","trackName":"Down '71 (the Getaway)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\nFuck that!\nMan put that shit out, man.\nAin't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\nMan, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\nAw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\nJudge\nOkay, order in the court.\nCourt Attendant\nPeople vs.\nBone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\nC601999.\nBailiff\nWill the defendant please stand!\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\nBizzy\nNaw, man!\nSpectator\nYou know the muthafucka did it!\nBailiff\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\nBizzy\nWe had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\nBet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\nIf they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\nRip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\nCopper lettin' the lead off.\nCopper thought that he had me caught.\nLittle Layzie blew his head off.\nGet 'em up, and get up.\nThe bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\nWe split up.\nBust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\nBetter in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\nOne had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\nRun with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\nHit the bend.\nOh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\nThey set in then they lead in.\nThey wanted\nme up in a coffin.\nCops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\nI went unconscious from the stompin'.\nTakin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\nAnd without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\nMe lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\nHe knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\nSent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\nBut chill, (No doubt).\nsleeper.\nGotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\nSomehow must beat 'cha.\nSo peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\nLayzie\nBailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\nBetter think again.\nIt's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\nLittle nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\nkill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\nBack from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\nHoldin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\nInside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\nKeep buckin' them faster.\nAll I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\nBetter watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\nGotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\nCan't be safe.\nI'm buckin'.\nLittle Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\nGave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\nGotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\nGot plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\nI'm bustin'. '\nCause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\nWe steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\nAnd I pulled a grenade.\nTossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\nCreepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\nFeelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\nElder thug (Bizzy)\nWell, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\nElder thug (Layzie)\nWell, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\nKrayzie\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\nIt began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\nThey done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\nScopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\nGotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\nIt's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\nNigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\nSomebody done pulled the alarm.\nNow, it's on.\nSlaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\nWe got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\nNigga, what's up?\nQuick, bust in first.\nWhen you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\nWe're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\nAll we was thinkin' is, \"\nDon't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\nGotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\nAnd all across my face was, \"\nI'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\nI'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\nNow we're rollin'.\nNo more than a half a mile we get stopped.\nCops surround Bone.\nWe load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\nFuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\nU\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\nThat boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\nSent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\nPo-po came quick, them heat up.\nNiggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\nMy niggas, they followed behind me.\nWe getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\nCame up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\nHid a car so we could drive out.\nWhile we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\nIf\nyou's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\nMo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n(...St.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.28] Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n[00:04.78] Fuck that!\n[00:06.35] Man put that shit out, man.\n[00:08.14] Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n[00:10.69] Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n[00:13.74] Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n[00:14.71] Judge\n[00:16.19] Okay, order in the court.\n[00:17.75] Court Attendant\n[00:18.02] People vs.\n[00:18.72] Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n[00:19.54] C601999.\n[00:23.18] Bailiff\n[00:23.84] Will the defendant please stand!\n[00:27.08] Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n[00:31.74] Bizzy\n[00:32.14] Naw, man!\n[00:33.09] Spectator\n[00:33.30] You know the muthafucka did it!\n[00:33.95] Bailiff\n[00:34.24] Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n[00:37.21] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n[00:40.24] Bizzy\n[00:40.66] We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n[00:44.35] Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n[00:46.95] If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n[00:48.50] Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n[00:51.36] Copper lettin' the lead off.\n[00:52.20] Copper thought that he had me caught.\n[00:53.49] Little Layzie blew his head off.\n[00:55.26] Get 'em up, and get up.\n[00:56.38] The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n[01:00.27] We split up.\n[01:00.92] Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n[01:10.02] Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n[01:13.58] One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n[01:19.76] Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n[01:22.74] Hit the bend.\n[01:23.56] Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n[01:26.01] They set in then they lead in.\n[01:27.66] They wanted\n[01:28.28] Me up in a coffin.\n[01:28.86] Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n[01:30.95] I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n[01:33.13] Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n[01:35.44] And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n[01:38.30] Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n[01:40.48] He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n[01:45.14] Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n[01:51.19] But chill, (No doubt).\n[01:52.53] Sleeper.\n[01:53.38] Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n[01:54.71] Somehow must beat 'cha.\n[01:56.26] So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n[01:57.55] Layzie\n[01:57.66] Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n[02:00.32] Better think again.\n[02:01.25] It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n[02:03.93] Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n[02:05.92] Kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n[02:10.14] Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n[02:13.40] Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n[02:15.60] Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n[02:19.81] Keep buckin' them faster.\n[02:21.02] All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n[02:23.03] Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n[02:25.59] Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n[02:28.78] Can't be safe.\n[02:29.48] I'm buckin'.\n[02:30.25] Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n[02:32.50] Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n[02:35.73] Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n[02:38.94] Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n[02:41.46] I'm bustin'. '\n[02:42.20] Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n[02:48.48] We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n[02:51.20] And I pulled a grenade.\n[02:52.69] Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n[02:54.86] Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n[02:56.64] Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n[03:00.89] Elder thug (Bizzy)\n[03:01.39] Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n[03:08.63] Elder thug (Layzie)\n[03:09.10] Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n[03:13.16] Krayzie\n[03:13.49] Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n[03:15.07] It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n[03:16.89] They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n[03:20.04] Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n[03:24.50] Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n[03:26.11] It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n[03:31.49] Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n[03:33.81] Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n[03:35.12] Now, it's on.\n[03:35.90] Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n[03:38.83] We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n[03:41.45] Nigga, what's up?\n[03:42.10] Quick, bust in first.\n[03:43.12] When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n[03:45.32] We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n[03:48.25] All we was thinkin' is, \"\n[03:49.92] Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n[03:52.46] Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n[03:55.60] And all across my face was, \"\n[03:57.19] I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n[04:01.15] I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n[04:03.98] Now we're rollin'.\n[04:04.59] No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n[04:06.75] Cops surround Bone.\n[04:07.94] We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n[04:09.34] Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n[04:10.54] U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n[04:13.24] That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n[04:15.78] Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n[04:17.64] Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n[04:19.51] Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n[04:22.57] I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n[04:25.92] My niggas, they followed behind me.\n[04:27.22] We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n[04:29.14] Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n[04:32.36] Hid a car so we could drive out.\n[04:33.57] While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n[04:35.70] If\n[04:36.18] You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n[04:38.23] Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n[04:41.52] (...St.\n[04:42.18] Clair!\n[04:42.78] St.\n[04:43.70] Clair!\n[04:44.40] St.\n[04:45.16] Clair!\n[04:46.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Down '71 (the Getaway)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man\n  start_ms: 2930\n  end_ms: 4530\n  words:\n  - text: 'Playa '\n    start_ms: 2930\n  - text: 'hatin'' '\n    start_ms: 3159\n  - text: 'ass '\n    start_ms: 3416\n  - text: 'muthafuckas '\n    start_ms: 4330\n  - text: man\n    start_ms: 4359\n- text: Fuck that!\n  start_ms: 4530\n  end_ms: 5130\n  words:\n  - text: 'Fuck '\n    start_ms: 4530\n  - text: that!\n    start_ms: 4890\n- text: Man put that shit out, man\n  start_ms: 6780\n  end_ms: 7740\n  words:\n  - text: 'Man '\n    start_ms: 6780\n  - text: 'put '\n    start_ms: 6930\n  - text: 'that '\n    start_ms: 7110\n  - text: 'shit '\n    start_ms: 7260\n  - text: 'out, '\n    start_ms: 7440\n  - text: man\n    start_ms: 7620\n- text: Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. 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(Man, fuck that.\n  Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n  Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\n  Judge\n  Okay, order in the court.\n  Court Attendant\n  People vs.\n  Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n  C601999.\n  Bailiff\n  Will the defendant please stand!\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n  Bizzy\n  Naw, man!\n  Spectator\n  You know the muthafucka did it!\n  Bailiff\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n  Bizzy\n  We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n  Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n  If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n  Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n  Copper lettin' the lead off.\n  Copper thought that he had me caught.\n  Little Layzie blew his head off.\n  Get 'em up, and get up.\n  The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n  We split up.\n  Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n  Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n  One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n  Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n  Hit the bend.\n  Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n  They set in then they lead in.\n  They wanted\n  me up in a coffin.\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n  I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n  Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n  And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n  Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n  He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n  Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n  But chill, (No doubt).\n  sleeper.\n  Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n  Somehow must beat 'cha.\n  So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n  Layzie\n  Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n  Better think again.\n  It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n  Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n  kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n  Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n  Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n  Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n  Keep buckin' them faster.\n  All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n  Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n  Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n  Can't be safe.\n  I'm buckin'.\n  Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n  Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n  Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n  I'm bustin'. '\n  Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n  We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n  And I pulled a grenade.\n  Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n  Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n  Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n  Elder thug (Bizzy)\n  Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n  Elder thug (Layzie)\n  Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n  Krayzie\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n  It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n  They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n  Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n  Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n  It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n  Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n  Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n  Now, it's on.\n  Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n  We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n  Nigga, what's up?\n  Quick, bust in first.\n  When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n  We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n  All we was thinkin' is, \"\n  Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n  Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n  And all across my face was, \"\n  I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n  I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n  Now we're rollin'.\n  No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n  Cops surround Bone.\n  We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n  Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n  U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n  That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n  Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n  Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n  Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n  My niggas, they followed behind me.\n  We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n  Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n  Hid a car so we could drive out.\n  While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n  If\n  you's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n  Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n  (...St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n"},{"id":36888649,"name":"Down '71 (The Getaway)","trackName":"Down '71 (The Getaway)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":188.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\nFuck that!\nMan put that shit out, man.\nAin't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\nMan, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\nAw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\nJudge\nOkay, order in the court.\nCourt Attendant\nPeople vs.\nBone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\nC601999.\nBailiff\nWill the defendant please stand!\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\nBizzy\nNaw, man!\nSpectator\nYou know the muthafucka did it!\nBailiff\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\nBizzy\nWe had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\nBet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\nIf they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\nRip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\nCopper lettin' the lead off.\nCopper thought that he had me caught.\nLittle Layzie blew his head off.\nGet 'em up, and get up.\nThe bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\nWe split up.\nBust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\nBetter in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\nOne had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\nRun with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\nHit the bend.\nOh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\nThey set in then they lead in.\nThey wanted\nme up in a coffin.\nCops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\nI went unconscious from the stompin'.\nTakin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\nAnd without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\nMe lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\nHe knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\nSent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\nBut chill, (No doubt).\nsleeper.\nGotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\nSomehow must beat 'cha.\nSo peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\nLayzie\nBailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\nBetter think again.\nIt's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\nLittle nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\nkill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\nBack from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\nHoldin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\nInside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\nKeep buckin' them faster.\nAll I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\nBetter watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\nGotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\nCan't be safe.\nI'm buckin'.\nLittle Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\nGave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\nGotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\nGot plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\nI'm bustin'. '\nCause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\nWe steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\nAnd I pulled a grenade.\nTossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\nCreepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\nFeelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\nElder thug (Bizzy)\nWell, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\nElder thug (Layzie)\nWell, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\nKrayzie\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\nIt began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\nThey done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\nScopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\nGotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\nIt's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\nNigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\nSomebody done pulled the alarm.\nNow, it's on.\nSlaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\nWe got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\nNigga, what's up?\nQuick, bust in first.\nWhen you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\nWe're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\nAll we was thinkin' is, \"\nDon't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\nGotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\nAnd all across my face was, \"\nI'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\nI'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\nNow we're rollin'.\nNo more than a half a mile we get stopped.\nCops surround Bone.\nWe load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\nFuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\nU\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\nThat boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\nSent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\nPo-po came quick, them heat up.\nNiggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\nMy niggas, they followed behind me.\nWe getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\nCame up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\nHid a car so we could drive out.\nWhile we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\nIf\nyou's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\nMo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n(...St.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!\nSt.\nClair!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.28] Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n[00:04.78] Fuck that!\n[00:06.35] Man put that shit out, man.\n[00:08.14] Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n[00:10.69] Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n[00:13.74] Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n[00:14.71] Judge\n[00:16.19] Okay, order in the court.\n[00:17.75] Court Attendant\n[00:18.02] People vs.\n[00:18.72] Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n[00:19.54] C601999.\n[00:23.18] Bailiff\n[00:23.84] Will the defendant please stand!\n[00:27.08] Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n[00:31.74] Bizzy\n[00:32.14] Naw, man!\n[00:33.09] Spectator\n[00:33.30] You know the muthafucka did it!\n[00:33.95] Bailiff\n[00:34.24] Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n[00:37.21] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n[00:40.24] Bizzy\n[00:40.66] We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n[00:44.35] Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n[00:46.95] If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n[00:48.50] Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n[00:51.36] Copper lettin' the lead off.\n[00:52.20] Copper thought that he had me caught.\n[00:53.49] Little Layzie blew his head off.\n[00:55.26] Get 'em up, and get up.\n[00:56.38] The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n[01:00.27] We split up.\n[01:00.92] Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n[01:10.02] Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n[01:13.58] One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n[01:19.76] Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n[01:22.74] Hit the bend.\n[01:23.56] Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n[01:26.01] They set in then they lead in.\n[01:27.66] They wanted\n[01:28.28] Me up in a coffin.\n[01:28.86] Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n[01:30.95] I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n[01:33.13] Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n[01:35.44] And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n[01:38.30] Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n[01:40.48] He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n[01:45.14] Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n[01:51.19] But chill, (No doubt).\n[01:52.53] Sleeper.\n[01:53.38] Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n[01:54.71] Somehow must beat 'cha.\n[01:56.26] So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n[01:57.55] Layzie\n[01:57.66] Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n[02:00.32] Better think again.\n[02:01.25] It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n[02:03.93] Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n[02:05.92] Kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n[02:10.14] Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n[02:13.40] Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n[02:15.60] Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n[02:19.81] Keep buckin' them faster.\n[02:21.02] All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n[02:23.03] Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n[02:25.59] Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n[02:28.78] Can't be safe.\n[02:29.48] I'm buckin'.\n[02:30.25] Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n[02:32.50] Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n[02:35.73] Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n[02:38.94] Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n[02:41.46] I'm bustin'. '\n[02:42.20] Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n[02:48.48] We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n[02:51.20] And I pulled a grenade.\n[02:52.69] Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n[02:54.86] Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n[02:56.64] Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n[03:00.89] Elder thug (Bizzy)\n[03:01.39] Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n[03:08.63] Elder thug (Layzie)\n[03:09.10] Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n[03:13.16] Krayzie\n[03:13.49] Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n[03:15.07] It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n[03:16.89] They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n[03:20.04] Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n[03:24.50] Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n[03:26.11] It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n[03:31.49] Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n[03:33.81] Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n[03:35.12] Now, it's on.\n[03:35.90] Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n[03:38.83] We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n[03:41.45] Nigga, what's up?\n[03:42.10] Quick, bust in first.\n[03:43.12] When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n[03:45.32] We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n[03:48.25] All we was thinkin' is, \"\n[03:49.92] Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n[03:52.46] Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n[03:55.60] And all across my face was, \"\n[03:57.19] I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n[04:01.15] I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n[04:03.98] Now we're rollin'.\n[04:04.59] No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n[04:06.75] Cops surround Bone.\n[04:07.94] We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n[04:09.34] Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n[04:10.54] U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n[04:13.24] That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n[04:15.78] Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n[04:17.64] Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n[04:19.51] Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n[04:22.57] I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n[04:25.92] My niggas, they followed behind me.\n[04:27.22] We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n[04:29.14] Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n[04:32.36] Hid a car so we could drive out.\n[04:33.57] While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n[04:35.70] If\n[04:36.18] You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n[04:38.23] Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n[04:41.52] (...St.\n[04:42.18] Clair!\n[04:42.78] St.\n[04:43.70] Clair!\n[04:44.40] St.\n[04:45.16] Clair!\n[04:46.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Down '71 (The Getaway)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 188000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n  start_ms: 3280\n  end_ms: 4780\n- text: Fuck that!\n  start_ms: 4780\n  end_ms: 6350\n- text: Man put that shit out, man.\n  start_ms: 6350\n  end_ms: 8140\n- text: Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. 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(Support his ass.)\n  start_ms: 13740\n  end_ms: 14710\n- text: Judge\n  start_ms: 14710\n  end_ms: 16190\n- text: Okay, order in the court.\n  start_ms: 16190\n  end_ms: 17750\n- text: Court Attendant\n  start_ms: 17750\n  end_ms: 18020\n- text: People vs.\n  start_ms: 18020\n  end_ms: 18720\n- text: 'Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #'\n  start_ms: 18720\n  end_ms: 19540\n- text: C601999.\n  start_ms: 19540\n  end_ms: 23180\n- text: Bailiff\n  start_ms: 23180\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Will the defendant please stand!\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 27080\n- text: Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n  start_ms: 27080\n  end_ms: 31740\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 31740\n  end_ms: 32140\n- text: Naw, man!\n  start_ms: 32140\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: Spectator\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33300\n- text: You know the muthafucka did it!\n  start_ms: 33300\n  end_ms: 33950\n- text: Bailiff\n  start_ms: 33950\n  end_ms: 34240\n- text: Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n  start_ms: 34240\n  end_ms: 37210\n- text: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n  start_ms: 37210\n  end_ms: 40240\n- text: Bizzy\n  start_ms: 40240\n  end_ms: 40660\n- text: 'We had to get ''em up with two guns, runnin'' side by side with #1.'\n  start_ms: 40660\n  end_ms: 44350\n- text: Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n  start_ms: 44350\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 48500\n- text: Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n  start_ms: 48500\n  end_ms: 51360\n- text: Copper lettin' the lead off.\n  start_ms: 51360\n  end_ms: 52200\n- text: Copper thought that he had me caught.\n  start_ms: 52200\n  end_ms: 53490\n- text: Little Layzie blew his head off.\n  start_ms: 53490\n  end_ms: 55260\n- text: Get 'em up, and get up.\n  start_ms: 55260\n  end_ms: 56380\n- text: 'The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin'' with a gun already buckin''.'\n  start_ms: 56380\n  end_ms: 60270\n- text: We split up.\n  start_ms: 60270\n  end_ms: 60920\n- text: Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n  start_ms: 60920\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 73580\n- text: One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n  start_ms: 73580\n  end_ms: 79760\n- text: Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n  start_ms: 79760\n  end_ms: 82740\n- text: Hit the bend.\n  start_ms: 82740\n  end_ms: 83560\n- text: Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n  start_ms: 83560\n  end_ms: 86010\n- text: They set in then they lead in.\n  start_ms: 86010\n  end_ms: 87660\n- text: They wanted\n  start_ms: 87660\n  end_ms: 88280\n- text: Me up in a coffin.\n  start_ms: 88280\n  end_ms: 88860\n- text: Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n  start_ms: 88860\n  end_ms: 90950\n- text: I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n  start_ms: 90950\n  end_ms: 93130\n- text: Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n  start_ms: 93130\n  end_ms: 95440\n- text: And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n  start_ms: 95440\n  end_ms: 98300\n- text: Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n  start_ms: 98300\n  end_ms: 100480\n- text: He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n  start_ms: 100480\n  end_ms: 105140\n- text: Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n  start_ms: 105140\n  end_ms: 111190\n- text: But chill, (No doubt).\n  start_ms: 111190\n  end_ms: 112530\n- text: Sleeper.\n  start_ms: 112530\n  end_ms: 113380\n- text: Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n  start_ms: 113380\n  end_ms: 114710\n- text: Somehow must beat 'cha.\n  start_ms: 114710\n  end_ms: 116260\n- text: So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n  start_ms: 116260\n  end_ms: 117550\n- text: Layzie\n  start_ms: 117550\n  end_ms: 117660\n- text: Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n  start_ms: 117660\n  end_ms: 120320\n- text: Better think again.\n  start_ms: 120320\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n  start_ms: 121250\n  end_ms: 123930\n- text: Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n  start_ms: 123930\n  end_ms: 125920\n- text: Kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n  start_ms: 125920\n  end_ms: 130140\n- text: Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n  start_ms: 130140\n  end_ms: 133400\n- text: Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n  start_ms: 133400\n  end_ms: 135600\n- text: Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n  start_ms: 135600\n  end_ms: 139810\n- text: Keep buckin' them faster.\n  start_ms: 139810\n  end_ms: 141020\n- text: All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n  start_ms: 141020\n  end_ms: 143030\n- text: Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n  start_ms: 143030\n  end_ms: 145590\n- text: Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n  start_ms: 145590\n  end_ms: 148780\n- text: Can't be safe.\n  start_ms: 148780\n  end_ms: 149480\n- text: I'm buckin'.\n  start_ms: 149480\n  end_ms: 150250\n- text: Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n  start_ms: 150250\n  end_ms: 152500\n- text: Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n  start_ms: 152500\n  end_ms: 155730\n- text: Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n  start_ms: 155730\n  end_ms: 158940\n- text: Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n  start_ms: 158940\n  end_ms: 161460\n- text: I'm bustin'. '\n  start_ms: 161460\n  end_ms: 162200\n- text: Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n  start_ms: 162200\n  end_ms: 168480\n- text: We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n  start_ms: 168480\n  end_ms: 171200\n- text: And I pulled a grenade.\n  start_ms: 171200\n  end_ms: 172690\n- text: Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n  start_ms: 172690\n  end_ms: 174860\n- text: Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n  start_ms: 174860\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 180890\n- text: Elder thug (Bizzy)\n  start_ms: 180890\n  end_ms: 181390\n- text: Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n  start_ms: 181390\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Elder thug (Layzie)\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 189100\n- text: Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n  start_ms: 189100\n  end_ms: 193160\n- text: Krayzie\n  start_ms: 193160\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195070\n- text: It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n  start_ms: 195070\n  end_ms: 196890\n- text: They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n  start_ms: 196890\n  end_ms: 200040\n- text: Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n  start_ms: 200040\n  end_ms: 204500\n- text: Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n  start_ms: 204500\n  end_ms: 206110\n- text: 'It''s all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won''t be pullin'' no bible mission for survival.'\n  start_ms: 206110\n  end_ms: 211490\n- text: Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n  start_ms: 211490\n  end_ms: 213810\n- text: Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n  start_ms: 213810\n  end_ms: 215120\n- text: Now, it's on.\n  start_ms: 215120\n  end_ms: 215900\n- text: Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n  start_ms: 215900\n  end_ms: 218830\n- text: We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n  start_ms: 218830\n  end_ms: 221450\n- text: Nigga, what's up?\n  start_ms: 221450\n  end_ms: 222100\n- text: Quick, bust in first.\n  start_ms: 222100\n  end_ms: 223120\n- text: When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n  start_ms: 223120\n  end_ms: 225320\n- text: We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n  start_ms: 225320\n  end_ms: 228250\n- text: All we was thinkin' is, \"\n  start_ms: 228250\n  end_ms: 229920\n- text: Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n  start_ms: 229920\n  end_ms: 232460\n- text: Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n  start_ms: 232460\n  end_ms: 235600\n- text: And all across my face was, \"\n  start_ms: 235600\n  end_ms: 237190\n- text: I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n  start_ms: 237190\n  end_ms: 241150\n- text: I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n  start_ms: 241150\n  end_ms: 243980\n- text: Now we're rollin'.\n  start_ms: 243980\n  end_ms: 244590\n- text: No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n  start_ms: 244590\n  end_ms: 246750\n- text: Cops surround Bone.\n  start_ms: 246750\n  end_ms: 247940\n- text: We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n  start_ms: 247940\n  end_ms: 249340\n- text: Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n  start_ms: 249340\n  end_ms: 250540\n- text: U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n  start_ms: 250540\n  end_ms: 253240\n- text: That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n  start_ms: 253240\n  end_ms: 255780\n- text: Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n  start_ms: 255780\n  end_ms: 257640\n- text: Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n  start_ms: 257640\n  end_ms: 259510\n- text: Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n  start_ms: 259510\n  end_ms: 262570\n- text: I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n  start_ms: 262570\n  end_ms: 265920\n- text: My niggas, they followed behind me.\n  start_ms: 265920\n  end_ms: 267220\n- text: We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n  start_ms: 267220\n  end_ms: 269140\n- text: Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n  start_ms: 269140\n  end_ms: 272360\n- text: Hid a car so we could drive out.\n  start_ms: 272360\n  end_ms: 273570\n- text: While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n  start_ms: 273570\n  end_ms: 275700\n- text: If\n  start_ms: 275700\n  end_ms: 276180\n- text: You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n  start_ms: 276180\n  end_ms: 278230\n- text: Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n  start_ms: 278230\n  end_ms: 281520\n- text: (...St.\n  start_ms: 281520\n  end_ms: 282180\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 282180\n  end_ms: 282780\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 282780\n  end_ms: 283700\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 283700\n  end_ms: 284400\n- text: St.\n  start_ms: 284400\n  end_ms: 285160\n- text: Clair!\n  start_ms: 285160\n  end_ms: 286130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 286130\nplain: |-\n  Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man.\n  Fuck that!\n  Man put that shit out, man.\n  Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that.\n  Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n  Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\n  Judge\n  Okay, order in the court.\n  Court Attendant\n  People vs.\n  Bone Thugs N Harmony--Case #\n  C601999.\n  Bailiff\n  Will the defendant please stand!\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n  Bizzy\n  Naw, man!\n  Spectator\n  You know the muthafucka did it!\n  Bailiff\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.\n  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!\n  Bizzy\n  We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1.\n  Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase.\n  If they catch me barehanded, I'm done.\n  Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it.\n  Copper lettin' the lead off.\n  Copper thought that he had me caught.\n  Little Layzie blew his head off.\n  Get 'em up, and get up.\n  The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'.\n  We split up.\n  Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'.\n  Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'.\n  One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--Got him!\n  Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun.\n  Hit the bend.\n  Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end.\n  They set in then they lead in.\n  They wanted\n  me up in a coffin.\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'.\n  I went unconscious from the stompin'.\n  Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin.\n  And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn.\n  Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge.\n  He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge.\n  Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast.\n  But chill, (No doubt).\n  sleeper.\n  Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer.\n  Somehow must beat 'cha.\n  So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.\n  Layzie\n  Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in.\n  Better think again.\n  It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-10.\n  Little nigga Rip (We'll...) had to empty the clip, (...\n  kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock.\n  Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried.\n  Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade.\n  Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter.\n  Keep buckin' them faster.\n  All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter.\n  Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge.\n  Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave.\n  Can't be safe.\n  I'm buckin'.\n  Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast.\n  Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-10, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass.\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-10s, sawed-off eruptions.\n  Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction.\n  I'm bustin'. '\n  Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate.\n  We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door—barracaded.\n  And I pulled a grenade.\n  Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.\n  Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie.\n  Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-9 bullets on me.\n  Elder thug (Bizzy)\n  Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.\n  Elder thug (Layzie)\n  Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one.\n  Krayzie\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog.\n  It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go.\n  They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.\n  Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-eighty-seven,\" and bail.\n  Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell.\n  It's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.\n  Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter.\n  Somebody done pulled the alarm.\n  Now, it's on.\n  Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home.\n  We got gone, but them holice was pullin' up quick.\n  Nigga, what's up?\n  Quick, bust in first.\n  When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up.\n  We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'.\n  All we was thinkin' is, \"\n  Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs.\n  Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.\n  And all across my face was, \"\n  I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops.\n  I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot.\n  Now we're rollin'.\n  No more than a half a mile we get stopped.\n  Cops surround Bone.\n  We load glocks and squeeze, say, \"\n  Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a \"\n  U\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button.\n  That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive.\n  Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction.\n  Po-po came quick, them heat up.\n  Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up.\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods.\n  My niggas, they followed behind me.\n  We getaway smooth, a nigga made good.\n  Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out.\n  Hid a car so we could drive out.\n  While we waited, we all got fried out, fool.\n  If\n  you's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream, \"\n  Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got 1 mo' to go.\n  (...St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n  St.\n  Clair!\n"},{"id":26660266,"name":"Down `71 (The Getaway)","trackName":"Down `71 (The Getaway)","artistName":"Bone thugs-n-harmony","albumName":"E .1999 .ternal","duration":290.095125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that\nMan put that shit out man\nYou ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court\n(Man fuck that man they got my nigga)\nMan that shit ain't cool man\n(Okay order in the court)\n[Woman]\nThe people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony\nCase number C601999\n[Judge]\nWill The defendant please stand,\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter\nBefore sentencing Bizzy Bone?\n[Bizzy]\nNo man\nYou know the motherfucker did it\n[Judge]\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair\n(Some guy laughs)\n[Bizzy Bone]\nWe had to get 'em up with two thugs\nRunnin' side by side with number one\nMurder mo drop my gauge on 'em\nWhen the po-po chase,\nIf they catch me barehanded I'm done\nRip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it\nCopper lettin' the lead off\nCopper thought that he had me caught\nLittle Layzie blew his head off\nGet him up, and get up,\nThe bullets they start to get lit up,\nNumber one best start duckin' with ah gun already buckin'\nBust me lead on the double glock 'n\nWhere the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,\nThis perfect getaway,\nFrom the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences,\nRippin' up the trench and,\nI'm bailing while they trailing\nBetter in hell than in the cell\nAnd it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,\nOne had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me\nBut I practice what I preach\nAnd see that these slugs up in his body got him,\nRun, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun\nHit the bend, oh what the dumb dumb I got yum yummed on the dead end\nThey set in, then they lead in,\nThey wanting me off in the coffin\nCops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconscious,\nFrom the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin,\nAnd without no stallin'\nCell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawning,\nLooking in the eyes of a judge,\nHe knew right where to put that thug\nMade to be so, with no parole\nIn the hole but I won't budge\nSent me to deathrow,\nWatchin' the time by fly past\nBut Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence\nHoping I die fast, but chill,\nNever do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer\nSomehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya\n[Layzie Bone]\nBailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script\nBetta check what the wind just blew in\nBetta think again, it's a preacher with ah grin\nOn ah mission for revenge, with that Mack-10\nLittle nigga Rip, had to empty the clip\nGotta pump them slugs up in them cops\nSteady made 'em drop glock went pop pop\nGoin' out like a thug on the double glock,\nBack from hell and ready to bail,\nTime to hit they trail cause they wanted my nigga fried\nHoldin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,\nGettin' ready for the rumble\nWhen I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge in laughter\nKeep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'\nWhen I see them busters scatter\nBetta watch out for them buckshot's\nCause them can't fade me gauge,\nGotta bust them souls in the grave,\nSo I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved,\nI'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster\nBlast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10\nLettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass,\nGotta rip in them chests through vests\nMack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition\nNo missing listen destruction I'm bustin'\nCause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,\nNiggas got to escape and it's never to late\nWhen you dash and tryna' break\nNigga just can't test the Bone fate\nWe steadily runnin' duckin'\nComin' up to the front door barri-caded,\nAnd I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode\nAnd we made it, creepin' in the courtyard\nSo Krayzie feelin' safety coming\nHittin' the fence and jump in it quick\nFrom Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming.\nWell it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie\nDone got they selves into another jam\n(Well I'd love to see them boys get they self outta this one)\n[Krayzie Bone]\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\nAnd began with a rage and the gauge can't let go\nThey done labelled my nigga psychotic\nBitches is got him sittin' on deathrow,\nScoping out the tower peeping the scene\nSo when my niggas trail,\nScreaming out one eighty seven and bail,\nGotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now,\nHow my nigga number one disguised as the preacher,\nWon't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the\nTech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,\nSlaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech\nGotta let 'em know which way was on,\nWe got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up\nQuick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up,\nWe steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'\nAll we was thinking is don't get caught\nNigga like me get the gun running\nGunning fronting with thugs gotta get to the smug\nTurn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud,\nAnd all across my face was the red that lay in blood,\nDodging the who, make the gun flip with ah swoo,\nBailing back on with my troops,\nI'm runnin' with 4 crazy niggas\nThat's down with they niggas they ain't scared to shoot,\nNow I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped\nCops surround Bone, we load glocks\nAnd squeeze say fuck all these road blocks\nBusted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse\nAnd I get the swish and I push the button\nThat boy came out the trunk and,\nPut it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,\nBack in the other direction,\nPo-po came quick then heat up,\nNiggas blast at each other,\nOpen up they doors and they get they feet up,\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood,\nCause I'm headin' straight for the woods\nSo the niggas they follow behind me\nWe getaway smooth, ah nigga made good\nCame up quick to the hideout\nWait until midnight till we ride out,\nHit ah car so we can drive out,\nWhile we waited we all got fried out, fool\nIf you'se a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo,\nTook one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go\n(St.Claire, St.Claire) [Repeat: x4]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Down `71 (The Getaway)\n  artist: Bone thugs-n-harmony\n  album: E .1999 .ternal\n  duration_ms: 290095\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that\n  Man put that shit out man\n  You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court\n  (Man fuck that man they got my nigga)\n  Man that shit ain't cool man\n  (Okay order in the court)\n  [Woman]\n  The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  Case number C601999\n  [Judge]\n  Will The defendant please stand,\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter\n  Before sentencing Bizzy Bone?\n  [Bizzy]\n  No man\n  You know the motherfucker did it\n  [Judge]\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair\n  (Some guy laughs)\n  [Bizzy Bone]\n  We had to get 'em up with two thugs\n  Runnin' side by side with number one\n  Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em\n  When the po-po chase,\n  If they catch me barehanded I'm done\n  Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it\n  Copper lettin' the lead off\n  Copper thought that he had me caught\n  Little Layzie blew his head off\n  Get him up, and get up,\n  The bullets they start to get lit up,\n  Number one best start duckin' with ah gun already buckin'\n  Bust me lead on the double glock 'n\n  Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,\n  This perfect getaway,\n  From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences,\n  Rippin' up the trench and,\n  I'm bailing while they trailing\n  Better in hell than in the cell\n  And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,\n  One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me\n  But I practice what I preach\n  And see that these slugs up in his body got him,\n  Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun\n  Hit the bend, oh what the dumb dumb I got yum yummed on the dead end\n  They set in, then they lead in,\n  They wanting me off in the coffin\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconscious,\n  From the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin,\n  And without no stallin'\n  Cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawning,\n  Looking in the eyes of a judge,\n  He knew right where to put that thug\n  Made to be so, with no parole\n  In the hole but I won't budge\n  Sent me to deathrow,\n  Watchin' the time by fly past\n  But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence\n  Hoping I die fast, but chill,\n  Never do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer\n  Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya\n  [Layzie Bone]\n  Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script\n  Betta check what the wind just blew in\n  Betta think again, it's a preacher with ah grin\n  On ah mission for revenge, with that Mack-10\n  Little nigga Rip, had to empty the clip\n  Gotta pump them slugs up in them cops\n  Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop\n  Goin' out like a thug on the double glock,\n  Back from hell and ready to bail,\n  Time to hit they trail cause they wanted my nigga fried\n  Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,\n  Gettin' ready for the rumble\n  When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge in laughter\n  Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'\n  When I see them busters scatter\n  Betta watch out for them buckshot's\n  Cause them can't fade me gauge,\n  Gotta bust them souls in the grave,\n  So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved,\n  I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster\n  Blast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10\n  Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass,\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests\n  Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition\n  No missing listen destruction I'm bustin'\n  Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,\n  Niggas got to escape and it's never to late\n  When you dash and tryna' break\n  Nigga just can't test the Bone fate\n  We steadily runnin' duckin'\n  Comin' up to the front door barri-caded,\n  And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode\n  And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard\n  So Krayzie feelin' safety coming\n  Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick\n  From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming.\n  Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie\n  Done got they selves into another jam\n  (Well I'd love to see them boys get they self outta this one)\n  [Krayzie Bone]\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\n  And began with a rage and the gauge can't let go\n  They done labelled my nigga psychotic\n  Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow,\n  Scoping out the tower peeping the scene\n  So when my niggas trail,\n  Screaming out one eighty seven and bail,\n  Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now,\n  How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher,\n  Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the\n  Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,\n  Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech\n  Gotta let 'em know which way was on,\n  We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up\n  Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up,\n  We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'\n  All we was thinking is don't get caught\n  Nigga like me get the gun running\n  Gunning fronting with thugs gotta get to the smug\n  Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud,\n  And all across my face was the red that lay in blood,\n  Dodging the who, make the gun flip with ah swoo,\n  Bailing back on with my troops,\n  I'm runnin' with 4 crazy niggas\n  That's down with they niggas they ain't scared to shoot,\n  Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped\n  Cops surround Bone, we load glocks\n  And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks\n  Busted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse\n  And I get the swish and I push the button\n  That boy came out the trunk and,\n  Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,\n  Back in the other direction,\n  Po-po came quick then heat up,\n  Niggas blast at each other,\n  Open up they doors and they get they feet up,\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood,\n  Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods\n  So the niggas they follow behind me\n  We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good\n  Came up quick to the hideout\n  Wait until midnight till we ride out,\n  Hit ah car so we can drive out,\n  While we waited we all got fried out, fool\n  If you'se a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo,\n  Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go\n  (St.Claire, St.Claire) [Repeat: x4]\n"},{"id":27372498,"name":"Down ’71 (The Getaway)","trackName":"Down ’71 (The Getaway)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"E․ 1999 Eternal","duration":290.063673,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that\nMan put that shit out man\nYou ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court\n(Man fuck that man they got my nigga)\nMan that shit ain't cool man\n(Okay order in the court)\n[Woman]\nThe people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony\nCase number C601999\n[Judge]\nWill The defendant please stand,\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter\nBefore sentencing Bizzy Bone?\n[Bizzy]\nNo man\nYou know the motherfucker did it\n[Judge]\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair\n(Some guy laughs)\n[Bizzy Bone]\nWe had to get 'em up with two thugs\nRunnin' side by side with number one\nMurder mo drop my gauge on 'em\nWhen the po-po chase,\nIf they catch me barehanded I'm done\nRip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it\nCopper lettin' the lead off\nCopper thought that he had me caught\nLittle Layzie blew his head off\nGet him up, and get up,\nThe bullets they start to get lit up,\nNumber one best start duckin' with ah gun already buckin'\nBust me lead on the double glock 'n\nWhere the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,\nThis perfect getaway,\nFrom the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences,\nRippin' up the trench and,\nI'm bailing while they trailing\nBetter in hell than in the cell\nAnd it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,\nOne had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me\nBut I practice what I preach\nAnd see that these slugs up in his body got him,\nRun, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun\nHit the bend, oh what the dumb dumb I got yum yummed on the dead end\nThey set in, then they lead in,\nThey wanting me off in the coffin\nCops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconscious,\nFrom the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin,\nAnd without no stallin'\nCell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawning,\nLooking in the eyes of a judge,\nHe knew right where to put that thug\nMade to be so, with no parole\nIn the hole but I won't budge\nSent me to deathrow,\nWatchin' the time by fly past\nBut Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence\nHoping I die fast, but chill,\nNever do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer\nSomehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya\n[Layzie Bone]\nBailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script\nBetta check what the wind just blew in\nBetta think again, it's a preacher with ah grin\nOn ah mission for revenge, with that Mack-10\nLittle nigga Rip, had to empty the clip\nGotta pump them slugs up in them cops\nSteady made 'em drop glock went pop pop\nGoin' out like a thug on the double glock,\nBack from hell and ready to bail,\nTime to hit they trail cause they wanted my nigga fried\nHoldin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,\nGettin' ready for the rumble\nWhen I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge in laughter\nKeep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'\nWhen I see them busters scatter\nBetta watch out for them buckshot's\nCause them can't fade me gauge,\nGotta bust them souls in the grave,\nSo I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved,\nI'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster\nBlast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10\nLettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass,\nGotta rip in them chests through vests\nMack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition\nNo missing listen destruction I'm bustin'\nCause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,\nNiggas got to escape and it's never to late\nWhen you dash and tryna' break\nNigga just can't test the Bone fate\nWe steadily runnin' duckin'\nComin' up to the front door barri-caded,\nAnd I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode\nAnd we made it, creepin' in the courtyard\nSo Krayzie feelin' safety coming\nHittin' the fence and jump in it quick\nFrom Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming.\nWell it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie\nDone got they selves into another jam\n(Well I'd love to see them boys get they self outta this one)\n[Krayzie Bone]\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\nAnd began with a rage and the gauge can't let go\nThey done labelled my nigga psychotic\nBitches is got him sittin' on deathrow,\nScoping out the tower peeping the scene\nSo when my niggas trail,\nScreaming out one eighty seven and bail,\nGotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now,\nHow my nigga number one disguised as the preacher,\nWon't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the\nTech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,\nSlaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech\nGotta let 'em know which way was on,\nWe got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up\nQuick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up,\nWe steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'\nAll we was thinking is don't get caught\nNigga like me get the gun running\nGunning fronting with thugs gotta get to the smug\nTurn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud,\nAnd all across my face was the red that lay in blood,\nDodging the who, make the gun flip with ah swoo,\nBailing back on with my troops,\nI'm runnin' with 4 crazy niggas\nThat's down with they niggas they ain't scared to shoot,\nNow I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped\nCops surround Bone, we load glocks\nAnd squeeze say fuck all these road blocks\nBusted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse\nAnd I get the swish and I push the button\nThat boy came out the trunk and,\nPut it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,\nBack in the other direction,\nPo-po came quick then heat up,\nNiggas blast at each other,\nOpen up they doors and they get they feet up,\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood,\nCause I'm headin' straight for the woods\nSo the niggas they follow behind me\nWe getaway smooth, ah nigga made good\nCame up quick to the hideout\nWait until midnight till we ride out,\nHit ah car so we can drive out,\nWhile we waited we all got fried out, fool\nIf you'se a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo,\nTook one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go\n(St.Claire, St.Claire) [Repeat: x4]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Down ’71 (The Getaway)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: E․ 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 290064\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that\n  Man put that shit out man\n  You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court\n  (Man fuck that man they got my nigga)\n  Man that shit ain't cool man\n  (Okay order in the court)\n  [Woman]\n  The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  Case number C601999\n  [Judge]\n  Will The defendant please stand,\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter\n  Before sentencing Bizzy Bone?\n  [Bizzy]\n  No man\n  You know the motherfucker did it\n  [Judge]\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair\n  (Some guy laughs)\n  [Bizzy Bone]\n  We had to get 'em up with two thugs\n  Runnin' side by side with number one\n  Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em\n  When the po-po chase,\n  If they catch me barehanded I'm done\n  Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it\n  Copper lettin' the lead off\n  Copper thought that he had me caught\n  Little Layzie blew his head off\n  Get him up, and get up,\n  The bullets they start to get lit up,\n  Number one best start duckin' with ah gun already buckin'\n  Bust me lead on the double glock 'n\n  Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,\n  This perfect getaway,\n  From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences,\n  Rippin' up the trench and,\n  I'm bailing while they trailing\n  Better in hell than in the cell\n  And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,\n  One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me\n  But I practice what I preach\n  And see that these slugs up in his body got him,\n  Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun\n  Hit the bend, oh what the dumb dumb I got yum yummed on the dead end\n  They set in, then they lead in,\n  They wanting me off in the coffin\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconscious,\n  From the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin,\n  And without no stallin'\n  Cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawning,\n  Looking in the eyes of a judge,\n  He knew right where to put that thug\n  Made to be so, with no parole\n  In the hole but I won't budge\n  Sent me to deathrow,\n  Watchin' the time by fly past\n  But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence\n  Hoping I die fast, but chill,\n  Never do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer\n  Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya\n  [Layzie Bone]\n  Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script\n  Betta check what the wind just blew in\n  Betta think again, it's a preacher with ah grin\n  On ah mission for revenge, with that Mack-10\n  Little nigga Rip, had to empty the clip\n  Gotta pump them slugs up in them cops\n  Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop\n  Goin' out like a thug on the double glock,\n  Back from hell and ready to bail,\n  Time to hit they trail cause they wanted my nigga fried\n  Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,\n  Gettin' ready for the rumble\n  When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge in laughter\n  Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'\n  When I see them busters scatter\n  Betta watch out for them buckshot's\n  Cause them can't fade me gauge,\n  Gotta bust them souls in the grave,\n  So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved,\n  I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster\n  Blast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10\n  Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass,\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests\n  Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition\n  No missing listen destruction I'm bustin'\n  Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,\n  Niggas got to escape and it's never to late\n  When you dash and tryna' break\n  Nigga just can't test the Bone fate\n  We steadily runnin' duckin'\n  Comin' up to the front door barri-caded,\n  And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode\n  And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard\n  So Krayzie feelin' safety coming\n  Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick\n  From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming.\n  Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie\n  Done got they selves into another jam\n  (Well I'd love to see them boys get they self outta this one)\n  [Krayzie Bone]\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\n  And began with a rage and the gauge can't let go\n  They done labelled my nigga psychotic\n  Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow,\n  Scoping out the tower peeping the scene\n  So when my niggas trail,\n  Screaming out one eighty seven and bail,\n  Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now,\n  How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher,\n  Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the\n  Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,\n  Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech\n  Gotta let 'em know which way was on,\n  We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up\n  Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up,\n  We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'\n  All we was thinking is don't get caught\n  Nigga like me get the gun running\n  Gunning fronting with thugs gotta get to the smug\n  Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud,\n  And all across my face was the red that lay in blood,\n  Dodging the who, make the gun flip with ah swoo,\n  Bailing back on with my troops,\n  I'm runnin' with 4 crazy niggas\n  That's down with they niggas they ain't scared to shoot,\n  Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped\n  Cops surround Bone, we load glocks\n  And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks\n  Busted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse\n  And I get the swish and I push the button\n  That boy came out the trunk and,\n  Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,\n  Back in the other direction,\n  Po-po came quick then heat up,\n  Niggas blast at each other,\n  Open up they doors and they get they feet up,\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood,\n  Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods\n  So the niggas they follow behind me\n  We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good\n  Came up quick to the hideout\n  Wait until midnight till we ride out,\n  Hit ah car so we can drive out,\n  While we waited we all got fried out, fool\n  If you'se a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo,\n  Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go\n  (St.Claire, St.Claire) [Repeat: x4]\n"},{"id":27557149,"name":"Down '71 (The Getaway)","trackName":"Down '71 (The Getaway)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E. Eternal 1999","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that\nMan put that shit out man\nYou ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court\n(Man fuck that man they got my nigga)\nMan that shit ain't cool man\n(Okay order in the court)\n[Woman]\nThe people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony\nCase number C601999\n[Judge]\nWill The defendant please stand,\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter\nBefore sentencing Bizzy Bone?\n[Bizzy]\nNo man\nYou know the motherfucker did it\n[Judge]\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair\n(Some guy laughs)\n[Bizzy Bone]\nWe had to get 'em up with two thugs\nRunnin' side by side with number one\nMurder mo drop my gauge on 'em\nWhen the po-po chase,\nIf they catch me barehanded I'm done\nRip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it\nCopper lettin' the lead off\nCopper thought that he had me caught\nLittle Layzie blew his head off\nGet him up, and get up,\nThe bullets they start to get lit up,\nNumber one best start duckin' with ah gun already buckin'\nBust me lead on the double glock 'n\nWhere the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,\nThis perfect getaway,\nFrom the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences,\nRippin' up the trench and,\nI'm bailing while they trailing\nBetter in hell than in the cell\nAnd it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,\nOne had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me\nBut I practice what I preach\nAnd see that these slugs up in his body got him,\nRun, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun\nHit the bend, oh what the dumb dumb I got yum yummed on the dead end\nThey set in, then they lead in,\nThey wanting me off in the coffin\nCops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconscious,\nFrom the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin,\nAnd without no stallin'\nCell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawning,\nLooking in the eyes of a judge,\nHe knew right where to put that thug\nMade to be so, with no parole\nIn the hole but I won't budge\nSent me to deathrow,\nWatchin' the time by fly past\nBut Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence\nHoping I die fast, but chill,\nNever do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer\nSomehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya\n[Layzie Bone]\nBailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script\nBetta check what the wind just blew in\nBetta think again, it's a preacher with ah grin\nOn ah mission for revenge, with that Mack-10\nLittle nigga Rip, had to empty the clip\nGotta pump them slugs up in them cops\nSteady made 'em drop glock went pop pop\nGoin' out like a thug on the double glock,\nBack from hell and ready to bail,\nTime to hit they trail cause they wanted my nigga fried\nHoldin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,\nGettin' ready for the rumble\nWhen I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge in laughter\nKeep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'\nWhen I see them busters scatter\nBetta watch out for them buckshot's\nCause them can't fade me gauge,\nGotta bust them souls in the grave,\nSo I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved,\nI'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster\nBlast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10\nLettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass,\nGotta rip in them chests through vests\nMack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition\nNo missing listen destruction I'm bustin'\nCause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,\nNiggas got to escape and it's never to late\nWhen you dash and tryna' break\nNigga just can't test the Bone fate\nWe steadily runnin' duckin'\nComin' up to the front door barri-caded,\nAnd I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode\nAnd we made it, creepin' in the courtyard\nSo Krayzie feelin' safety coming\nHittin' the fence and jump in it quick\nFrom Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming.\nWell it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie\nDone got they selves into another jam\n(Well I'd love to see them boys get they self outta this one)\n[Krayzie Bone]\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\nAnd began with a rage and the gauge can't let go\nThey done labelled my nigga psychotic\nBitches is got him sittin' on deathrow,\nScoping out the tower peeping the scene\nSo when my niggas trail,\nScreaming out one eighty seven and bail,\nGotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now,\nHow my nigga number one disguised as the preacher,\nWon't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the\nTech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,\nSlaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech\nGotta let 'em know which way was on,\nWe got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up\nQuick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up,\nWe steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'\nAll we was thinking is don't get caught\nNigga like me get the gun running\nGunning fronting with thugs gotta get to the smug\nTurn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud,\nAnd all across my face was the red that lay in blood,\nDodging the who, make the gun flip with ah swoo,\nBailing back on with my troops,\nI'm runnin' with 4 crazy niggas\nThat's down with they niggas they ain't scared to shoot,\nNow I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped\nCops surround Bone, we load glocks\nAnd squeeze say fuck all these road blocks\nBusted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse\nAnd I get the swish and I push the button\nThat boy came out the trunk and,\nPut it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,\nBack in the other direction,\nPo-po came quick then heat up,\nNiggas blast at each other,\nOpen up they doors and they get they feet up,\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood,\nCause I'm headin' straight for the woods\nSo the niggas they follow behind me\nWe getaway smooth, ah nigga made good\nCame up quick to the hideout\nWait until midnight till we ride out,\nHit ah car so we can drive out,\nWhile we waited we all got fried out, fool\nIf you'se a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo,\nTook one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go\n(St.Claire, St.Claire) [Repeat: x4]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Down '71 (The Getaway)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E. Eternal 1999\n  duration_ms: 292000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that\n  Man put that shit out man\n  You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court\n  (Man fuck that man they got my nigga)\n  Man that shit ain't cool man\n  (Okay order in the court)\n  [Woman]\n  The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  Case number C601999\n  [Judge]\n  Will The defendant please stand,\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter\n  Before sentencing Bizzy Bone?\n  [Bizzy]\n  No man\n  You know the motherfucker did it\n  [Judge]\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair\n  (Some guy laughs)\n  [Bizzy Bone]\n  We had to get 'em up with two thugs\n  Runnin' side by side with number one\n  Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em\n  When the po-po chase,\n  If they catch me barehanded I'm done\n  Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it\n  Copper lettin' the lead off\n  Copper thought that he had me caught\n  Little Layzie blew his head off\n  Get him up, and get up,\n  The bullets they start to get lit up,\n  Number one best start duckin' with ah gun already buckin'\n  Bust me lead on the double glock 'n\n  Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,\n  This perfect getaway,\n  From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences,\n  Rippin' up the trench and,\n  I'm bailing while they trailing\n  Better in hell than in the cell\n  And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,\n  One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me\n  But I practice what I preach\n  And see that these slugs up in his body got him,\n  Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun\n  Hit the bend, oh what the dumb dumb I got yum yummed on the dead end\n  They set in, then they lead in,\n  They wanting me off in the coffin\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconscious,\n  From the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin,\n  And without no stallin'\n  Cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawning,\n  Looking in the eyes of a judge,\n  He knew right where to put that thug\n  Made to be so, with no parole\n  In the hole but I won't budge\n  Sent me to deathrow,\n  Watchin' the time by fly past\n  But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence\n  Hoping I die fast, but chill,\n  Never do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer\n  Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya\n  [Layzie Bone]\n  Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script\n  Betta check what the wind just blew in\n  Betta think again, it's a preacher with ah grin\n  On ah mission for revenge, with that Mack-10\n  Little nigga Rip, had to empty the clip\n  Gotta pump them slugs up in them cops\n  Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop\n  Goin' out like a thug on the double glock,\n  Back from hell and ready to bail,\n  Time to hit they trail cause they wanted my nigga fried\n  Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,\n  Gettin' ready for the rumble\n  When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge in laughter\n  Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'\n  When I see them busters scatter\n  Betta watch out for them buckshot's\n  Cause them can't fade me gauge,\n  Gotta bust them souls in the grave,\n  So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved,\n  I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster\n  Blast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10\n  Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass,\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests\n  Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition\n  No missing listen destruction I'm bustin'\n  Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,\n  Niggas got to escape and it's never to late\n  When you dash and tryna' break\n  Nigga just can't test the Bone fate\n  We steadily runnin' duckin'\n  Comin' up to the front door barri-caded,\n  And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode\n  And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard\n  So Krayzie feelin' safety coming\n  Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick\n  From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming.\n  Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie\n  Done got they selves into another jam\n  (Well I'd love to see them boys get they self outta this one)\n  [Krayzie Bone]\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\n  And began with a rage and the gauge can't let go\n  They done labelled my nigga psychotic\n  Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow,\n  Scoping out the tower peeping the scene\n  So when my niggas trail,\n  Screaming out one eighty seven and bail,\n  Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now,\n  How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher,\n  Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the\n  Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,\n  Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech\n  Gotta let 'em know which way was on,\n  We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up\n  Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up,\n  We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'\n  All we was thinking is don't get caught\n  Nigga like me get the gun running\n  Gunning fronting with thugs gotta get to the smug\n  Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud,\n  And all across my face was the red that lay in blood,\n  Dodging the who, make the gun flip with ah swoo,\n  Bailing back on with my troops,\n  I'm runnin' with 4 crazy niggas\n  That's down with they niggas they ain't scared to shoot,\n  Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped\n  Cops surround Bone, we load glocks\n  And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks\n  Busted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse\n  And I get the swish and I push the button\n  That boy came out the trunk and,\n  Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,\n  Back in the other direction,\n  Po-po came quick then heat up,\n  Niggas blast at each other,\n  Open up they doors and they get they feet up,\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood,\n  Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods\n  So the niggas they follow behind me\n  We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good\n  Came up quick to the hideout\n  Wait until midnight till we ride out,\n  Hit ah car so we can drive out,\n  While we waited we all got fried out, fool\n  If you'se a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo,\n  Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go\n  (St.Claire, St.Claire) [Repeat: x4]\n"},{"id":18682297,"name":"05 Down '71 (The Getaway)","trackName":"05 Down '71 (The Getaway)","artistName":"Bone Thugs N Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":290.003312,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man\nFuck that!\nMan put that shit out, man\nAin't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that\nMan, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\nAw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\nOkay, order in the court\nCourt Attendant\nPeople vs\nBone Thugs N Harmony\nCase number C-6-0-1-9-9-9\n\nWill the defendant please stand!\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n\nNaw, man!\nYou know the muthafucka did it!\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair\nHa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!\n\nWe had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with number one\nBet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase\nIf they catch me barehanded, I'm done\nRip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it\nCopper lettin' the lead off\nCopper thought that he had me caught\n\nLittle Layzie blew his head off\nGet 'em up, and get up\nThe bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'\nWe split up\nBust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks\nAnd this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel\n\nAnd I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'\nBetter in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'\nOne had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me\nBut I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body? Got him!\nRun with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun\nHit the bend\n\nOh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end\nThey set in then they lead in\nThey wanted\nMe up in a coffin\nCops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'\nI went unconscious from the stompin'\n\nTakin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin\nAnd without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn\nMe lookin' in the eyes of a judge\nHe knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge\n\nSent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past\nBut Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast\nBut chill, (No doubt)\nSleeper\nGotta get away, put that on a me reefer\nSomehow must beat 'cha\nSo peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha\n\nBailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in\nBetter think again\nIt's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-ten\nLittle nigga Rip (We'll) had to empty the clip\nHad to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, kill\nGlock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock\nBack from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my\nNigga fried\n\nHoldin' the Bible, when I got a grenade\nInside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter\nKeep buckin' them faster\nAll I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter\nBetter watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge\nGotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave\n\nCan't be safe\nI'm buckin'\nLittle Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast\nGave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-ten, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass\nGotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-ten's, sawed-off eruptions\nGot plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction\nI'm bustin'\n\n'Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape\nAnd it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate\nWe steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door barracaded\nAnd I pulled a grenade\nTossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it\nCreepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie\nFeelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-nine bullets on me\n\nWell, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy\nWell, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\nIt began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go\nThey done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row\nScopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-\nEighty-seven,\" and bail\n\nGotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell\nIt's all organized, how my nigga, number one disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival\nNigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter\nSomebody done pulled the alarm\nNow, it's on\n\nSlaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home\nWe got gone, but them police was pullin' up quick\nNigga, what's up?\nQuick, bust in first\nWhen you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up\nWe're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'\n\nAll we was thinkin' is\nDon't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs\nGotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud\nAnd all across my face was\nI'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops\nI'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot\n\nNow we're rollin'\nNo more than a half a mile we get stopped\nCops surround Bone\nWe load glocks and squeeze, say\nFuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a\nYou\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button\n\nThat boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive\nSent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction\nPo-po came quick, them heat up\nNiggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods\n\nMy niggas, they followed behind me\nWe getaway smooth, a nigga made good\nCame up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out\nHid a car so we could drive out\nWhile we waited, we all got fried out, fool\n\nIf\nYou's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream\nMo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got one mo' to go\nSt. Clair!\nSt. Clair!\nSt. Clair!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 05 Down '71 (The Getaway)\n  artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 290003\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man\n  Fuck that!\n  Man put that shit out, man\n  Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that\n  Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n  Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\n  Okay, order in the court\n  Court Attendant\n  People vs\n  Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  Case number C-6-0-1-9-9-9\n\n  Will the defendant please stand!\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n\n  Naw, man!\n  You know the muthafucka did it!\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair\n  Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!\n\n  We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with number one\n  Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase\n  If they catch me barehanded, I'm done\n  Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it\n  Copper lettin' the lead off\n  Copper thought that he had me caught\n\n  Little Layzie blew his head off\n  Get 'em up, and get up\n  The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'\n  We split up\n  Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks\n  And this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel\n\n  And I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'\n  Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'\n  One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me\n  But I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body? Got him!\n  Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun\n  Hit the bend\n\n  Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end\n  They set in then they lead in\n  They wanted\n  Me up in a coffin\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'\n  I went unconscious from the stompin'\n\n  Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin\n  And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn\n  Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge\n  He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge\n\n  Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past\n  But Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast\n  But chill, (No doubt)\n  Sleeper\n  Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer\n  Somehow must beat 'cha\n  So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha\n\n  Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in\n  Better think again\n  It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-ten\n  Little nigga Rip (We'll) had to empty the clip\n  Had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, kill\n  Glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock\n  Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my\n  Nigga fried\n\n  Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade\n  Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter\n  Keep buckin' them faster\n  All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter\n  Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge\n  Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave\n\n  Can't be safe\n  I'm buckin'\n  Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast\n  Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-ten, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-ten's, sawed-off eruptions\n  Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction\n  I'm bustin'\n\n  'Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape\n  And it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate\n  We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door barracaded\n  And I pulled a grenade\n  Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it\n  Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie\n  Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-nine bullets on me\n\n  Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy\n  Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\n  It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go\n  They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row\n  Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-\n  Eighty-seven,\" and bail\n\n  Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell\n  It's all organized, how my nigga, number one disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival\n  Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter\n  Somebody done pulled the alarm\n  Now, it's on\n\n  Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home\n  We got gone, but them police was pullin' up quick\n  Nigga, what's up?\n  Quick, bust in first\n  When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up\n  We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'\n\n  All we was thinkin' is\n  Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs\n  Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud\n  And all across my face was\n  I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops\n  I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot\n\n  Now we're rollin'\n  No more than a half a mile we get stopped\n  Cops surround Bone\n  We load glocks and squeeze, say\n  Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a\n  You\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button\n\n  That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive\n  Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction\n  Po-po came quick, them heat up\n  Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods\n\n  My niggas, they followed behind me\n  We getaway smooth, a nigga made good\n  Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out\n  Hid a car so we could drive out\n  While we waited, we all got fried out, fool\n\n  If\n  You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream\n  Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got one mo' to go\n  St. Clair!\n  St. Clair!\n  St. Clair!\n"},{"id":25166925,"name":"Down '71 (The Getaway) [Explicit]","trackName":"Down '71 (The Getaway) [Explicit]","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal [Explicit]","duration":290.0868929,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man\nFuck that!\nMan put that shit out, man\nAin't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that\nMan, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\nAw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\nOkay, order in the court\nCourt Attendant\nPeople vs\nBone Thugs N Harmony\nCase number C-6-0-1-9-9-9\n\nWill the defendant please stand!\nIs there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n\nNaw, man!\nYou know the muthafucka did it!\nWell the court sentences you to death by electric chair\nHa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!\n\nWe had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with number one\nBet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase\nIf they catch me barehanded, I'm done\nRip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it\nCopper lettin' the lead off\nCopper thought that he had me caught\n\nLittle Layzie blew his head off\nGet 'em up, and get up\nThe bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'\nWe split up\nBust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks\nAnd this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel\n\nAnd I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'\nBetter in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'\nOne had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me\nBut I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body? Got him!\nRun with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun\nHit the bend\n\nOh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end\nThey set in then they lead in\nThey wanted\nMe up in a coffin\nCops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'\nI went unconscious from the stompin'\n\nTakin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin\nAnd without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn\nMe lookin' in the eyes of a judge\nHe knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge\n\nSent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past\nBut Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast\nBut chill, (No doubt)\nSleeper\nGotta get away, put that on a me reefer\nSomehow must beat 'cha\nSo peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha\n\nBailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in\nBetter think again\nIt's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-ten\nLittle nigga Rip (We'll) had to empty the clip\nHad to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, kill\nGlock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock\nBack from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my\nNigga fried\n\nHoldin' the Bible, when I got a grenade\nInside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter\nKeep buckin' them faster\nAll I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter\nBetter watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge\nGotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave\n\nCan't be safe\nI'm buckin'\nLittle Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast\nGave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-ten, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass\nGotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-ten's, sawed-off eruptions\nGot plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction\nI'm bustin'\n\n'Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape\nAnd it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate\nWe steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door barracaded\nAnd I pulled a grenade\nTossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it\nCreepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie\nFeelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-nine bullets on me\n\nWell, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy\nWell, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one\nSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\nIt began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go\nThey done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row\nScopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-\nEighty-seven,\" and bail\n\nGotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell\nIt's all organized, how my nigga, number one disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival\nNigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter\nSomebody done pulled the alarm\nNow, it's on\n\nSlaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home\nWe got gone, but them police was pullin' up quick\nNigga, what's up?\nQuick, bust in first\nWhen you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up\nWe're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'\n\nAll we was thinkin' is\nDon't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs\nGotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud\nAnd all across my face was\nI'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops\nI'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot\n\nNow we're rollin'\nNo more than a half a mile we get stopped\nCops surround Bone\nWe load glocks and squeeze, say\nFuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a\nYou\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button\n\nThat boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive\nSent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction\nPo-po came quick, them heat up\nNiggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up\nI jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods\n\nMy niggas, they followed behind me\nWe getaway smooth, a nigga made good\nCame up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out\nHid a car so we could drive out\nWhile we waited, we all got fried out, fool\n\nIf\nYou's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream\nMo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got one mo' to go\nSt. Clair!\nSt. Clair!\nSt. Clair!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Down '71 (The Getaway) [Explicit]\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 290087\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man\n  Fuck that!\n  Man put that shit out, man\n  Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that\n  Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?\n  Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)\n\n  Okay, order in the court\n  Court Attendant\n  People vs\n  Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  Case number C-6-0-1-9-9-9\n\n  Will the defendant please stand!\n  Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?\n\n  Naw, man!\n  You know the muthafucka did it!\n  Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair\n  Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!\n\n  We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with number one\n  Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase\n  If they catch me barehanded, I'm done\n  Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it\n  Copper lettin' the lead off\n  Copper thought that he had me caught\n\n  Little Layzie blew his head off\n  Get 'em up, and get up\n  The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'\n  We split up\n  Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks\n  And this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel\n\n  And I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'\n  Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'\n  One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me\n  But I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body? Got him!\n  Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun\n  Hit the bend\n\n  Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end\n  They set in then they lead in\n  They wanted\n  Me up in a coffin\n  Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'\n  I went unconscious from the stompin'\n\n  Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin\n  And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn\n  Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge\n  He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge\n\n  Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past\n  But Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast\n  But chill, (No doubt)\n  Sleeper\n  Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer\n  Somehow must beat 'cha\n  So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha\n\n  Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in\n  Better think again\n  It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-ten\n  Little nigga Rip (We'll) had to empty the clip\n  Had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, kill\n  Glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock\n  Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my\n  Nigga fried\n\n  Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade\n  Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter\n  Keep buckin' them faster\n  All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter\n  Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge\n  Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave\n\n  Can't be safe\n  I'm buckin'\n  Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast\n  Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-ten, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass\n  Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-ten's, sawed-off eruptions\n  Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction\n  I'm bustin'\n\n  'Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape\n  And it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate\n  We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door barracaded\n  And I pulled a grenade\n  Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it\n  Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie\n  Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-nine bullets on me\n\n  Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy\n  Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one\n  Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog\n  It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go\n  They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row\n  Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, \"one-\n  Eighty-seven,\" and bail\n\n  Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell\n  It's all organized, how my nigga, number one disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival\n  Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter\n  Somebody done pulled the alarm\n  Now, it's on\n\n  Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home\n  We got gone, but them police was pullin' up quick\n  Nigga, what's up?\n  Quick, bust in first\n  When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up\n  We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'\n\n  All we was thinkin' is\n  Don't get caught.\" Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs\n  Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud\n  And all across my face was\n  I'd rather lay in blood.\" Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops\n  I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot\n\n  Now we're rollin'\n  No more than a half a mile we get stopped\n  Cops surround Bone\n  We load glocks and squeeze, say\n  Fuck all these roadblocks!\" Busted a\n  You\", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button\n\n  That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive\n  Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction\n  Po-po came quick, them heat up\n  Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up\n  I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods\n\n  My niggas, they followed behind me\n  We getaway smooth, a nigga made good\n  Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out\n  Hid a car so we could drive out\n  While we waited, we all got fried out, fool\n\n  If\n  You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream\n  Mo!\" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got one mo' to go\n  St. Clair!\n  St. Clair!\n  St. Clair!\n"}]