[{"id":29798549,"name":"East 1999","trackName":"East 1999","artistName":"Bone Thugs N' Harmony","albumName":"Bone Thugs N' Harmony","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.86] East 1999, my niggas!\n[00:06.07] Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n[00:08.86] Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n[00:10.72] With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n[00:12.71] Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n[00:15.05] Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n[00:16.94] Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n[00:18.88] Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n[00:22.35] Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n[00:24.49] Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n[00:26.12] It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n[00:27.98] Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n[00:30.13] Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n[00:32.98] We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n[00:35.35] Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n[00:36.93] Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n[00:38.67] Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n[00:40.47] Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n[00:42.35] Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n[00:44.76] In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n[00:46.76] With your gun, so run, run\n[00:48.35] Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n[00:50.66] Slangin' them dum-dums\n[00:51.72] Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n[00:53.49] Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n[00:55.93] Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n[01:01.05] Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n[01:01.64] Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n[01:04.79] Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n[01:08.83] Cops sweatin' me block\n[01:10.52] Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n[01:14.04] Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n[01:17.50] Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n[01:20.09] See none when they roll to the curb\n[01:21.58] Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n[01:24.12] My niggas, it's crazy\n[01:25.33] We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n[01:29.42] Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n[01:32.41] It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n[01:33.59] Eternally thugsta\n[01:35.01] East 1999 where (???)\n[01:36.53] Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n[01:37.97] And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n[01:39.65] Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n[01:43.52] Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n[01:45.82] Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n[01:47.48] Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n[01:49.69] Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n[01:53.30] And I guess that hood'll never learn\n[01:56.23] Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n[01:58.36] When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n[02:01.96] Roll up the window\n[02:03.69] The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n[02:05.52] Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n[02:08.38] Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n[02:11.69] No fuckin' with the family\n[02:13.76] Now feel a nigga, understand me\n[02:15.33] Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n[02:17.73] East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n[02:21.54] Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n[02:24.47] They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n[02:27.85] Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n[02:31.79] Trick niggas they get picked\n[02:33.38] I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n[02:36.24] Consider me heartless\n[02:37.66] Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n[02:39.80] Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n[02:43.68] To them SCT's from C-L-E\n[02:45.68] We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n[02:49.11] And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n[02:51.47] The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n[02:54.60] And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n[02:58.35] We flippin' the scripts on over\n[03:00.74] See the Bone'll be never sober\n[03:02.55] Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n[03:04.17] East 9-9-5 soldiers\n[03:05.87] Murder one, redrum\n[03:06.54] Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n[03:08.17] Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n[03:12.07] Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n[03:13.38] Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n[03:14.93] Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n[03:18.53] One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n[03:22.78] Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n[03:26.86] Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n[03:29.02] Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n[03:32.37] Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n[03:35.42] Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n[03:39.06] Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n[03:42.50] Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n[03:46.37] Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n[03:49.64] East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n[03:53.27] East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n[03:56.57] East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n[04:00.62] East 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255170\n- text: East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n start_ms: 255170\n end_ms: 260120\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 260120\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":39308747,"name":"East 1999","trackName":"East 1999","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"Bone Thugs Harmony N' Copy","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.86]East 1999, my niggas!\n[00:06.07]Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n[00:08.86]Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n[00:10.72]With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n[00:12.71]Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n[00:15.05]Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n[00:16.94]Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n[00:18.88]Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n[00:22.35]Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n[00:24.49]Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n[00:26.12]It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n[00:27.98]Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n[00:30.13]Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n[00:32.98]We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n[00:35.35]Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n[00:36.93]Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n[00:38.67]Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n[00:40.47]Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n[00:42.35]Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n[00:44.76]In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n[00:46.76]With your gun, so run, run\n[00:48.35]Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n[00:50.66]Slangin' them dum-dums\n[00:51.72]Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n[00:53.49]Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n[00:55.93]Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n[01:01.05]Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n[01:01.64]Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n[01:04.79]Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n[01:08.83]Cops sweatin' me block\n[01:10.52]Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n[01:14.04]Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n[01:17.50]Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n[01:20.09]See none when they roll to the curb\n[01:21.58]Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n[01:24.12]My niggas, it's crazy\n[01:25.33]We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n[01:29.42]Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? 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Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n[01:45.82]Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n[01:47.48]Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n[01:49.69]Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n[01:53.30]And I guess that hood'll never learn\n[01:56.23]Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n[01:58.36]When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n[02:01.96]Roll up the window\n[02:03.69]The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n[02:05.52]Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n[02:08.38]Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n[02:11.69]No fuckin' with the family\n[02:13.76]Now feel a nigga, understand me\n[02:15.33]Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n[02:17.73]East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n[02:21.54]Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n[02:24.47]They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em 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Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":33092253,"name":"East 1999","trackName":"East 1999","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"East 1999","duration":30.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? 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Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me 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Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n start_ms: 103520\n end_ms: 105820\n- text: Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n start_ms: 105820\n end_ms: 107480\n- text: Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n start_ms: 107480\n end_ms: 109690\n- text: Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n start_ms: 109690\n end_ms: 113300\n- text: And I guess that hood'll never learn\n start_ms: 113300\n end_ms: 116230\n- text: Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n start_ms: 116230\n end_ms: 118360\n- text: When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n start_ms: 118360\n end_ms: 121960\n- text: Roll up the window\n start_ms: 121960\n end_ms: 123690\n- text: The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n start_ms: 123690\n end_ms: 125520\n- text: Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n start_ms: 125520\n end_ms: 128380\n- text: Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n start_ms: 128380\n end_ms: 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255170\n- text: East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n start_ms: 255170\n end_ms: 260120\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 260120\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":15612508,"name":"East 1999","trackName":"East 1999","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"East 1999","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: East 1999\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n album: East 1999\n duration_ms: 261000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":15612506,"name":"East 1999","trackName":"East 1999","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"East 1999","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the 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Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":21666055,"name":"East 1999","trackName":"East 1999","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"East 1999","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? 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Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":30460191,"name":"East 1999","trackName":"East 1999","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"East 1999 Eternal","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? 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Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me 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64790\n- text: Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n start_ms: 64790\n end_ms: 68830\n- text: Cops sweatin' me block\n start_ms: 68830\n end_ms: 70520\n- text: Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n start_ms: 70520\n end_ms: 74040\n- text: Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n start_ms: 74040\n end_ms: 77500\n- text: Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n start_ms: 77500\n end_ms: 80090\n- text: See none when they roll to the curb\n start_ms: 80090\n end_ms: 81580\n- text: Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n start_ms: 81580\n end_ms: 84120\n- text: My niggas, it's crazy\n start_ms: 84120\n end_ms: 85330\n- text: We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n start_ms: 85330\n end_ms: 89420\n- text: Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n start_ms: 89420\n end_ms: 92410\n- text: It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n start_ms: 92410\n end_ms: 93590\n- text: Eternally thugsta\n start_ms: 93590\n end_ms: 95010\n- text: East 1999 where (???)\n start_ms: 95010\n end_ms: 96530\n- text: Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n start_ms: 96530\n end_ms: 97970\n- text: And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n start_ms: 97970\n end_ms: 99650\n- text: Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n start_ms: 99650\n end_ms: 103520\n- text: Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n start_ms: 103520\n end_ms: 105820\n- text: Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n start_ms: 105820\n end_ms: 107480\n- text: Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n start_ms: 107480\n end_ms: 109690\n- text: Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n start_ms: 109690\n end_ms: 113300\n- text: And I guess that hood'll never learn\n start_ms: 113300\n end_ms: 116230\n- text: Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n start_ms: 116230\n end_ms: 118360\n- text: When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n start_ms: 118360\n end_ms: 121960\n- text: Roll up the window\n start_ms: 121960\n end_ms: 123690\n- text: The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n start_ms: 123690\n end_ms: 125520\n- text: Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n start_ms: 125520\n end_ms: 128380\n- text: Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n start_ms: 128380\n end_ms: 131690\n- text: No fuckin' with the family\n start_ms: 131690\n end_ms: 133760\n- text: Now feel a nigga, understand me\n start_ms: 133760\n end_ms: 135330\n- text: Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n start_ms: 135330\n end_ms: 137730\n- text: East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n start_ms: 137730\n end_ms: 141540\n- text: Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n start_ms: 141540\n end_ms: 144470\n- text: They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n start_ms: 144470\n end_ms: 147850\n- text: Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n start_ms: 147850\n end_ms: 151790\n- text: Trick niggas they get picked\n start_ms: 151790\n end_ms: 153380\n- text: I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n start_ms: 153380\n end_ms: 156240\n- text: Consider me heartless\n start_ms: 156240\n end_ms: 157660\n- text: Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n start_ms: 157660\n end_ms: 159800\n- text: Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n start_ms: 159800\n end_ms: 163680\n- text: To them SCT's from C-L-E\n start_ms: 163680\n end_ms: 165680\n- text: We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n start_ms: 165680\n end_ms: 169110\n- text: And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n start_ms: 169110\n end_ms: 171470\n- text: The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n start_ms: 171470\n end_ms: 174600\n- text: And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n start_ms: 174600\n end_ms: 178350\n- text: We flippin' the scripts on over\n start_ms: 178350\n end_ms: 180740\n- text: See the Bone'll be never sober\n start_ms: 180740\n end_ms: 182550\n- text: Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n start_ms: 182550\n end_ms: 184170\n- text: East 9-9-5 soldiers\n start_ms: 184170\n end_ms: 185870\n- text: Murder one, redrum\n start_ms: 185870\n end_ms: 186540\n- text: Try to run 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255170\n- text: East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n start_ms: 255170\n end_ms: 260120\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 260120\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":12758526,"name":"East 1999","trackName":"East 1999","artistName":"Bone","albumName":"Thugs N Harmony","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: East 1999\n artist: Bone\n album: Thugs N Harmony\n duration_ms: 262000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":14012369,"name":"East 1999 (Album Version)","trackName":"East 1999 (Album Version)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"East 1999","duration":264.893333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.84] East 1999, my niggas!\n[00:05.15] Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n[00:08.05] Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n[00:10.28] With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n[00:13.84] Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n[00:15.42] Hittin' up 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255370\n- text: East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n start_ms: 255370\n end_ms: 258610\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 258610\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on 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Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":22187677,"name":"East 1999 (Acapella)","trackName":"East 1999 (Acapella)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"East 1999 (12'')","duration":257.552167,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? 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Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: East 1999 (Acapella)\n artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n album: East 1999 (12'')\n duration_ms: 257552\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":21318274,"name":"East 1999 (Album Version)","trackName":"East 1999 (Album Version)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"East 1999 (Import Single)","duration":265.7892749,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me 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time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? 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Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":20973257,"name":"East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix)","trackName":"East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"East 1999","duration":268.259,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? 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Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix)\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n album: East 1999\n duration_ms: 268259\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":13831967,"name":"East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix","trackName":"East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"East 1999","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n album: East 1999\n duration_ms: 261000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":25200469,"name":"East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix)","trackName":"East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"East 1999","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix)\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n album: East 1999\n duration_ms: 266000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":14011838,"name":"East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz Remix Acappella)","trackName":"East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz Remix Acappella)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"East 1999","duration":260.893333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz Remix Acappella)\n artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n album: East 1999\n duration_ms: 260893\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":23360005,"name":"East 1999","trackName":"East 1999","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Eternal 1999","duration":261.7783808,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.86] East 1999, my niggas!\n[00:06.07] Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n[00:08.86] Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n[00:10.72] With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n[00:12.71] Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n[00:15.05] Hittin' up 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the C-Town\n[00:53.49] Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n[00:55.93] Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n[01:01.05] Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n[01:01.64] Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n[01:04.79] Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n[01:08.83] Cops sweatin' me block\n[01:10.52] Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n[01:14.04] Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n[01:17.50] Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n[01:20.09] See none when they roll to the curb\n[01:21.58] Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n[01:24.12] My niggas, it's crazy\n[01:25.33] We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n[01:29.42] Who the nigga with 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time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":25527232,"name":"East 1999","trackName":"East 1999","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Eternal 1999","duration":263.88898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me 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255170\n- text: East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n start_ms: 255170\n end_ms: 260120\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 260120\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on 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(Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":13831968,"name":"East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix/a cappella)","trackName":"East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix/a cappella)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"East 1999","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? 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Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix/a cappella)\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n album: East 1999\n duration_ms: 261000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":25200499,"name":"East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix/a cappella)","trackName":"East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix/a cappella)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"East 1999","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: East 1999 (U-Neek's Last Dayz remix/a cappella)\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n album: East 1999\n duration_ms: 258000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n East 1999, my niggas!\n Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n With your gun, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n Slangin' them dum-dums\n\n Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n Cops sweatin' me block\n Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n See none when they roll to the curb\n Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n My niggas, it's crazy\n We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\n It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\n Eternally thugsta\n East 1999 where (???)\n\n Gotta give P's to them SCT's\n And I roll, big thug on the Glock\n Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\n Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"},{"id":2186620,"name":"East 1999","trackName":"East 1999","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"East 1999, my niggas!\nThinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\nLittle nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\nWith two in here, steady stackin' my ends\nPut my serve down on the Clair 9-9\nHittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\nLittle Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\nLittle Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\nKrayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\nKept a nigga on his toes in the game\nIt's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\nGotta make a grand at least daily, man\nThem Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\nWe niggas from the land fool, and the old school\nJust serve out your sentence and be cool\nFuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\nLittle nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\nSmokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\nCallin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\nIn the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\nWith your gun, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where a nigga come from\nSlangin' them dum-dums\n\nNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\nGet 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\nGet the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\nBurn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\nMo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\nPeep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\nCops sweatin' me block\nCopper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\nWhenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\nKrayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\nSee none when they roll to the curb\nRunnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\nMy niggas, it's crazy\nWe slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\nWho the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)\nIt's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray\nEternally thugsta\nEast 1999 where (???)\n\nGotta give P's to them SCT's\nAnd I roll, big thug on the Glock\nPump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops\nGot Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\nRippin' up flesh with six blows\nRest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\nFuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\nAnd I guess that hood'll never learn\nGotta dip both them ones in sherm\nWhen I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\nRoll up the window\nThe wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\nEven though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\nMe scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\nNo fuckin' with the family\nNow feel a nigga, understand me\nMuch love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\nEast 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\nDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\nThey lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\nBreakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\nTrick niggas they get picked\nI'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\nConsider me heartless\nOh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\nBetter check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\nTo them SCT's from C-L-E\nWe're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\nAnd bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\nThe fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\nAnd sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\nWe flippin' the scripts on over\nSee the Bone'll be never sober\nNiggas told you, triggers showed you\nEast 9-9-5 soldiers\n\nMurder one, redrum\nTry to run and get away, but it's just too late\nWatch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\nDumpin' them slugs on you, fool\nRollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\nDon't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\nOne-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\nPut slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\nPop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\nWatchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\nPuttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nCleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\nEast nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.86] East 1999, my niggas!\n[00:06.07] Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89\n[00:08.86] Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime\n[00:10.72] With two in here, steady stackin' my ends\n[00:12.71] Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9\n[00:15.05] Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real\n[00:16.94] Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone\n[00:18.88] Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong\n[00:22.35] Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love\n[00:24.49] Kept a nigga on his toes in the game\n[00:26.12] It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang\n[00:27.98] Gotta make a grand at least daily, man\n[00:30.13] Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart\n[00:32.98] We niggas from the land fool, and the old school\n[00:35.35] Just serve out your sentence and be cool\n[00:36.93] Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace\n[00:38.67] Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love\n[00:40.47] Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug\n[00:42.35] Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up\n[00:44.76] In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one\n[00:46.76] With your gun, so run, run\n[00:48.35] Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from\n[00:50.66] Slangin' them dum-dums\n[00:51.72] Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town\n[00:53.49] Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)\n[00:55.93] Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga\n[01:01.05] Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer\n[01:01.64] Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper\n[01:04.79] Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks\n[01:08.83] Cops sweatin' me block\n[01:10.52] Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop\n[01:14.04] Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve\n[01:17.50] Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it\n[01:20.09] See none when they roll to the curb\n[01:21.58] Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land\n[01:24.12] My niggas, it's crazy\n[01:25.33] We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily\n[01:29.42] Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? 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Hart steadily flippin' off Rose\n Rippin' up flesh with six blows\n Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters\n Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn\n And I guess that hood'll never learn\n Gotta dip both them ones in sherm\n When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me\n Roll up the window\n The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?\n Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty\n Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'\n No fuckin' with the family\n Now feel a nigga, understand me\n Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs\n East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs\n\n Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun\n They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung\n Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch\n Trick niggas they get picked\n I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness\n Consider me heartless\n Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check\n Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect\n To them SCT's from C-L-E\n We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side\n And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims\n The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'\n And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'\n We flippin' the scripts on over\n See the Bone'll be never sober\n Niggas told you, triggers showed you\n East 9-9-5 soldiers\n\n Murder one, redrum\n Try to run and get away, but it's just too late\n Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face\n Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool\n Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews\n Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool\n One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven\n Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'\n Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'\n Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'\n Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves\n\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine\n"}]