[{"id":15516042,"name":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/Mo' Thug Family / Mo' Thug Family Tree","trackName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/Mo' Thug Family / Mo' Thug Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War [Disc 02]","duration":340.9333248,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! Come on, come on, come on\n\nThis is my family\nThis is my family, my family\nThis is my family\nThis is my family, my family\n\nMo Thug music (Sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along)\n\nMo Thug music (Sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along)\n\nIt's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, (sing along, sing along)\nMo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\n(sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along) Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n\nMy family, oh, it means so much to me\nEverywhere we go, playa haters gonna hate and that's for sure\nMy family tree recruited on this thugsta groove\nWhatcha gonna do when they come for you?\n\nI love my family\nAnd this Mo Thug family, you mean the world to me\nHeaven's where we gonna be\nTogether...\n\nogether we stand\nTogether we fall, ya'll\nI never turn my back on y'all\nI got my halo cocked, goin' out with y'all, ya'll\n\nCome look at this world that's ever so cruel\nBut the good Lord blessed us\nGave me true family I can depend on\n500 Benz with the Synchro rims on\nNow I can get off when the wind blow\nBut I'd like to thank you, Jesus Christ\nFor givin' for givin' up Your life for us\nNow, I can think twice, 'fore roll the dice\nAdvice from a thug, tell mommy I love her everyday, think of her\nTake a look at your thugs to the front of the line\nHear the thunder grind off in my mind\nWe done partied overtime\nDestruction, terror, oh what an era!\nLet's get it together 'fore it's over\nBe a soldier like my Mo Thug family\n\nThey never ever turned their backs on me (backs on me!)\nWhen I was down (I was down!)\nMy Mo Thugs (Ohhhhh!) was always around\nAnd if there comes a time to pick or choose (pick or choose)\nMy Mo Thugs won't never lose (Don't ya know your gonna lose!)\nWe are the thugs\nYeah, we be those children (Gotta be that child)\nWe gotta keep on thuggin', that's how we make our livin'\n(Gotta make my money, man, it's still the same, yeah)\n\nYou know who I be, once again, comin' at you\nIt's Jhaz, megablast, top-class, black Jag, cream rag\nPlaya, better check your hand, look out for the New Breed\n\n...Females comin' for you, Mo Thug family roots runs too deep\n'Brina trippin' on these haters surroundin' us trues on a daily basis\nSmiling faces, jealous of this Mo Thug flippin' on the risin' status\n\nYeah, yeah! My family, (It's my family, Mo Thug)\nyeah my family, Mo Thug\nTell me who the coldest (the coldest) playa you know?\nI know for sure, sure\nRollin' with Mo, rollin' with Mo (rollin'), you'll fall, gotta go\n'Cause we survivin' these remainin' years\nWhen the smoke clears, no fear\n(No, no fear) No tears, no tears\n\nWhen there's a problem I can't solve (I can't solve)\nMy family gets involved\nWe've been here through thick and thin\nOn my thugs I can depend\n\nBeen down from the getty-go, since any of yo'\nCan you feel me though?\nMo Thug takin' over from the north to west\nWanna test?\nBetter come prepared with your Smith-n-Wess'\nNow learn the lesson, stop stressin', be true to the game!\nMo Thug runnin' everythang, everythang, everythang\n\nWe are soldiers now (we are soldiers now!)\nWe want to thank you (we want to thank you!)\nFor the time you took (time that you took, heeeeey!)\nTo listen to our funky groove\nWe are soldiers now (we are soldiers)\nWe want to thank you (yeah)\nFor the time you took to listen to our funky groove (soldiers now)\n\nI guess if it was not for them blessings\nWeak evil thought would control my whole existence\nWe preach and speak true belief from within\nThis family tree would fall, crumble like Sodom, Gomorrah\n\nCan't duck, can't run from the cut\nBack up!\nThe wasteland field, peel for mine\nThe deal, how the clique be real with it\nMy family tree standin' strong\n\nNatural born in the world of madness, no gladness\nLeave a nigga insane\nGotta change my way 'fore the darkest day\nClickin' tight 'til the end with the gang\n\nCome on, come on and swing this way (swing this way)\nIt got to be harmony\nEvil be done wicked erased, erased\nHumbly united gatherin' souls understood\nMo Thug, Mo Thug, love 'em like one of my own\nHold on, I bet you we'll never go wrong if\nWe stay strong against the evil that be tryin' to split ya\nHe, who gets conflict, must just be weak\nIt's gettin' clearer and clearer, clearer\nEnemies want to break my family down, pinnin' it\nIf we ever needed the Lord, we need Him now\nAmen, Amen! Bless the Mo Thug children\nAnd could you watch over mine for me?\nGet up, get pumped, do what ya want just don't insult my game\nNigga, this is a family thang\n'Til I take one to the brain, I'll remain the same, same\nYou look out for me, I'll look out for you\nThis is what you do to unite your trues\n\nIt's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\nMo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\nMo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n\nIt's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\nMo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\nMo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n\nIt's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/Mo' Thug Family / Mo' Thug Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n album: The Art Of War [Disc 02]\n duration_ms: 340933\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah! Come on, come on, come on\n\n This is my family\n This is my family, my family\n This is my family\n This is my family, my family\n\n Mo Thug music (Sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along)\n\n Mo Thug music (Sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along)\n\n It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, (sing along, sing along)\n Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\n (sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along) Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n\n My family, oh, it means so much to me\n Everywhere we go, playa haters gonna hate and that's for sure\n My family tree recruited on this thugsta groove\n Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?\n\n I love my family\n And this Mo Thug family, you mean the world to me\n Heaven's where we gonna be\n Together...\n\n ogether we stand\n Together we fall, ya'll\n I never turn my back on y'all\n I got my halo cocked, goin' out with y'all, ya'll\n\n Come look at this world that's ever so cruel\n But the good Lord blessed us\n Gave me true family I can depend on\n 500 Benz with the Synchro rims on\n Now I can get off when the wind blow\n But I'd like to thank you, Jesus Christ\n For givin' for givin' up Your life for us\n Now, I can think twice, 'fore roll the dice\n Advice from a thug, tell mommy I love her everyday, think of her\n Take a look at your thugs to the front of the line\n Hear the thunder grind off in my mind\n We done partied overtime\n Destruction, terror, oh what an era!\n Let's get it together 'fore it's over\n Be a soldier like my Mo Thug family\n\n They never ever turned their backs on me (backs on me!)\n When I was down (I was down!)\n My Mo Thugs (Ohhhhh!) was always around\n And if there comes a time to pick or choose (pick or choose)\n My Mo Thugs won't never lose (Don't ya know your gonna lose!)\n We are the thugs\n Yeah, we be those children (Gotta be that child)\n We gotta keep on thuggin', that's how we make our livin'\n (Gotta make my money, man, it's still the same, yeah)\n\n You know who I be, once again, comin' at you\n It's Jhaz, megablast, top-class, black Jag, cream rag\n Playa, better check your hand, look out for the New Breed\n\n ...Females comin' for you, Mo Thug family roots runs too deep\n 'Brina trippin' on these haters surroundin' us trues on a daily basis\n Smiling faces, jealous of this Mo Thug flippin' on the risin' status\n\n Yeah, yeah! My family, (It's my family, Mo Thug)\n yeah my family, Mo Thug\n Tell me who the coldest (the coldest) playa you know?\n I know for sure, sure\n Rollin' with Mo, rollin' with Mo (rollin'), you'll fall, gotta go\n 'Cause we survivin' these remainin' years\n When the smoke clears, no fear\n (No, no fear) No tears, no tears\n\n When there's a problem I can't solve (I can't solve)\n My family gets involved\n We've been here through thick and thin\n On my thugs I can depend\n\n Been down from the getty-go, since any of yo'\n Can you feel me though?\n Mo Thug takin' over from the north to west\n Wanna test?\n Better come prepared with your Smith-n-Wess'\n Now learn the lesson, stop stressin', be true to the game!\n Mo Thug runnin' everythang, everythang, everythang\n\n We are soldiers now (we are soldiers now!)\n We want to thank you (we want to thank you!)\n For the time you took (time that you took, heeeeey!)\n To listen to our funky groove\n We are soldiers now (we are soldiers)\n We want to thank you (yeah)\n For the time you took to listen to our funky groove (soldiers now)\n\n I guess if it was not for them blessings\n Weak evil thought would control my whole existence\n We preach and speak true belief from within\n This family tree would fall, crumble like Sodom, Gomorrah\n\n Can't duck, can't run from the cut\n Back up!\n The wasteland field, peel for mine\n The deal, how the clique be real with it\n My family tree standin' strong\n\n Natural born in the world of madness, no gladness\n Leave a nigga insane\n Gotta change my way 'fore the darkest day\n Clickin' tight 'til the end with the gang\n\n Come on, come on and swing this way (swing this way)\n It got to be harmony\n Evil be done wicked erased, erased\n Humbly united gatherin' souls understood\n Mo Thug, Mo Thug, love 'em like one of my own\n Hold on, I bet you we'll never go wrong if\n We stay strong against the evil that be tryin' to split ya\n He, who gets conflict, must just be weak\n It's gettin' clearer and clearer, clearer\n Enemies want to break my family down, pinnin' it\n If we ever needed the Lord, we need Him now\n Amen, Amen! Bless the Mo Thug children\n And could you watch over mine for me?\n Get up, get pumped, do what ya want just don't insult my game\n Nigga, this is a family thang\n 'Til I take one to the brain, I'll remain the same, same\n You look out for me, I'll look out for you\n This is what you do to unite your trues\n\n It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\n Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\n Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n\n It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\n Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\n Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n\n It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n"},{"id":14012776,"name":"Family Tree Feat. Mo Thugs","trackName":"Family Tree Feat. Mo Thugs","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War","duration":354.089796,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nmy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nwhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nsurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nand I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nme and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nwithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\ncreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nand the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nand tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nnigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nand the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nlike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nwhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nbreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nto tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nwe shuttin' shit down, and you\nknow a nigga love to get buck wild\npow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nis my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nmy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nwas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\ninstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nwhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nyou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nlay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\ncause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nand I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nthat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\ngotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nhe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nthat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nit's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nit's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nso I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\ndon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nwe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nwhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nthey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nup and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nfind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\ntheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nway down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nwanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nbad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nbad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nyeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] my family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] and the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] and tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] and the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] to tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] we shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] my family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] you'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] and I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] that's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] he talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] that's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] it's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] it's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] so I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] we survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] what's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] they get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree Feat. Mo Thugs\n artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n album: The Art Of War\n duration_ms: 354090\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: my family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n start_ms: 20530\n end_ms: 22820\n- text: and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n start_ms: 22820\n end_ms: 25340\n- text: me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n start_ms: 25340\n end_ms: 27700\n- text: You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n start_ms: 27700\n end_ms: 30880\n- text: Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n start_ms: 30880\n end_ms: 32980\n- text: I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n start_ms: 32980\n end_ms: 34520\n- text: Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n start_ms: 34520\n end_ms: 37230\n- text: Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n start_ms: 37230\n end_ms: 39520\n- text: without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n start_ms: 39520\n end_ms: 42010\n- text: All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n start_ms: 42010\n end_ms: 43890\n- text: Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n start_ms: 43890\n end_ms: 45810\n- text: creep defeat is all ya meet\n start_ms: 45810\n end_ms: 47130\n- text: Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n start_ms: 47130\n end_ms: 48570\n- text: and the sack of weed straight out of control\n start_ms: 48570\n end_ms: 50050\n- text: Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n start_ms: 50050\n end_ms: 52620\n- text: and tha po-po as well\n start_ms: 52620\n end_ms: 54320\n- text: Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n start_ms: 54320\n end_ms: 55680\n- text: nigga really can't tell, so why?\n start_ms: 55680\n end_ms: 57090\n- text: Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n start_ms: 57090\n end_ms: 58700\n- text: and the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n start_ms: 58700\n end_ms: 60030\n- text: like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n start_ms: 60030\n end_ms: 62460\n- text: Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n start_ms: 62460\n end_ms: 64560\n- text: why you cautious when you approach us?\n start_ms: 64560\n end_ms: 65990\n- text: Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n start_ms: 65990\n end_ms: 67720\n- text: breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n start_ms: 67720\n end_ms: 69080\n- text: Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n start_ms: 69080\n end_ms: 71080\n- text: to tha depth that tha game goes\n start_ms: 71080\n end_ms: 72160\n- text: Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n start_ms: 72160\n end_ms: 74030\n- text: Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n start_ms: 74030\n end_ms: 76440\n- text: we shuttin' shit down, and you\n start_ms: 76440\n end_ms: 78440\n- text: know a nigga love to get buck wild\n start_ms: 78440\n end_ms: 79970\n- text: pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n start_ms: 79970\n end_ms: 81650\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 81650\n end_ms: 88790\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 88790\n end_ms: 95380\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 95380\n end_ms: 101430\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n start_ms: 101430\n end_ms: 105760\n- text: Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n start_ms: 105760\n end_ms: 109700\n- text: is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n start_ms: 109700\n end_ms: 112770\n- text: Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n start_ms: 112770\n end_ms: 115280\n- text: Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n start_ms: 115280\n end_ms: 121010\n- text: my family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n start_ms: 121010\n end_ms: 123670\n- text: was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n start_ms: 123670\n end_ms: 125000\n- text: instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n start_ms: 125000\n end_ms: 128050\n- text: what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n start_ms: 128050\n end_ms: 130540\n- text: you'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n start_ms: 130540\n end_ms: 132150\n- text: Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n start_ms: 132150\n end_ms: 136070\n- text: Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n start_ms: 136070\n end_ms: 138570\n- text: But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n start_ms: 138570\n end_ms: 140940\n- text: But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n start_ms: 140940\n end_ms: 144780\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 144780\n end_ms: 152180\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 152180\n end_ms: 158380\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 158380\n end_ms: 164630\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n start_ms: 164630\n end_ms: 169030\n- text: Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n start_ms: 169030\n end_ms: 172980\n- text: lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n start_ms: 172980\n end_ms: 176260\n- text: Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n start_ms: 176260\n end_ms: 178920\n- text: Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n start_ms: 178920\n end_ms: 181670\n- text: cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n start_ms: 181670\n end_ms: 182720\n- text: and I learned to harmony\n start_ms: 182720\n end_ms: 184160\n- text: On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n start_ms: 184160\n end_ms: 185700\n- text: I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n start_ms: 185700\n end_ms: 187970\n- text: that's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n start_ms: 187970\n end_ms: 191230\n- text: gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n start_ms: 191230\n end_ms: 193560\n- text: he talks with his hand\n start_ms: 193560\n end_ms: 194960\n- text: Come come creep on tha streets with me\n start_ms: 194960\n end_ms: 196510\n- text: that's where I learned how to sell drugs\n start_ms: 196510\n end_ms: 198390\n- text: it's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n start_ms: 198390\n end_ms: 200930\n- text: it's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n start_ms: 200930\n end_ms: 204020\n- text: so I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n start_ms: 204020\n end_ms: 207970\n- text: And I know that shit was wrong but\n start_ms: 207970\n end_ms: 209220\n- text: don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n start_ms: 209220\n end_ms: 211230\n- text: Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n start_ms: 211230\n end_ms: 213940\n- text: Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n start_ms: 213940\n end_ms: 219130\n- text: we survivors, that's why we be.\n start_ms: 219130\n end_ms: 220890\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 220890\n end_ms: 227490\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 227490\n end_ms: 232290\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 232290\n end_ms: 240460\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n start_ms: 240460\n end_ms: 244760\n- text: Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n start_ms: 244760\n end_ms: 246930\n- text: Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n start_ms: 246930\n end_ms: 248640\n- text: Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n start_ms: 248640\n end_ms: 251840\n- text: Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n start_ms: 251840\n end_ms: 254420\n- text: Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n start_ms: 254420\n end_ms: 256870\n- text: Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n start_ms: 256870\n end_ms: 258280\n- text: Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n start_ms: 258280\n end_ms: 260610\n- text: what's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n start_ms: 260610\n end_ms: 263040\n- text: they get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n start_ms: 263040\n end_ms: 264800\n- text: We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n start_ms: 264800\n end_ms: 267870\n- text: But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n start_ms: 267870\n end_ms: 269970\n- text: ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n start_ms: 269970\n end_ms: 271570\n- text: That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n start_ms: 271570\n end_ms: 274270\n- text: Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n start_ms: 274270\n end_ms: 276730\n- text: up and you're gonna get blasted\n start_ms: 276730\n end_ms: 277910\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n start_ms: 277910\n end_ms: 279840\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n start_ms: 279840\n end_ms: 281600\n- text: Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n start_ms: 281600\n end_ms: 284120\n- text: 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n start_ms: 284120\n end_ms: 286230\n- text: Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n start_ms: 286230\n end_ms: 289740\n- text: find us smokin' that grass\n start_ms: 289740\n end_ms: 291750\n- text: Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n start_ms: 291750\n end_ms: 294810\n- text: their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n start_ms: 294810\n end_ms: 298760\n- text: I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n start_ms: 298760\n end_ms: 300980\n- text: I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n start_ms: 300980\n end_ms: 304260\n- text: way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n start_ms: 304260\n end_ms: 306800\n- text: wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n start_ms: 306800\n end_ms: 309570\n- text: bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n start_ms: 309570\n end_ms: 312650\n- text: bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n start_ms: 312650\n end_ms: 314580\n- text: (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n start_ms: 314580\n end_ms: 317640\n- text: Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n start_ms: 317640\n end_ms: 321620\n- text: yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n my family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n and the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n and tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n and the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n to tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n we shuttin' shit down, and you\n know a nigga love to get buck wild\n pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n my family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n you'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n and I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n that's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n he talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n that's where I learned how to sell drugs\n it's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n it's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n so I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n we survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n what's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n they get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n yeah yeah. 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Come on, come on, come on\n\nThis is my family\nThis is my family, my family\nThis is my family\nThis is my family, my family\n\nMo Thug music (Sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along)\n\nMo Thug music (Sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along)\n\nIt's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, (sing along, sing along)\nMo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\n(sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along) Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n\nMy family, oh, it means so much to me\nEverywhere we go, playa haters gonna hate and that's for sure\nMy family tree recruited on this thugsta groove\nWhatcha gonna do when they come for you?\n\nI love my family\nAnd this Mo Thug family, you mean the world to me\nHeaven's where we gonna be\nTogether...\n\nogether we stand\nTogether we fall, ya'll\nI never turn my back on y'all\nI got my halo cocked, goin' out with y'all, ya'll\n\nCome look at this world that's ever so cruel\nBut the good Lord blessed us\nGave me true family I can depend on\n500 Benz with the Synchro rims on\nNow I can get off when the wind blow\nBut I'd like to thank you, Jesus Christ\nFor givin' for givin' up Your life for us\nNow, I can think twice, 'fore roll the dice\nAdvice from a thug, tell mommy I love her everyday, think of her\nTake a look at your thugs to the front of the line\nHear the thunder grind off in my mind\nWe done partied overtime\nDestruction, terror, oh what an era!\nLet's get it together 'fore it's over\nBe a soldier like my Mo Thug family\n\nThey never ever turned their backs on me (backs on me!)\nWhen I was down (I was down!)\nMy Mo Thugs (Ohhhhh!) was always around\nAnd if there comes a time to pick or choose (pick or choose)\nMy Mo Thugs won't never lose (Don't ya know your gonna lose!)\nWe are the thugs\nYeah, we be those children (Gotta be that child)\nWe gotta keep on thuggin', that's how we make our livin'\n(Gotta make my money, man, it's still the same, yeah)\n\nYou know who I be, once again, comin' at you\nIt's Jhaz, megablast, top-class, black Jag, cream rag\nPlaya, better check your hand, look out for the New Breed\n\n...Females comin' for you, Mo Thug family roots runs too deep\n'Brina trippin' on these haters surroundin' us trues on a daily basis\nSmiling faces, jealous of this Mo Thug flippin' on the risin' status\n\nYeah, yeah! My family, (It's my family, Mo Thug)\nyeah my family, Mo Thug\nTell me who the coldest (the coldest) playa you know?\nI know for sure, sure\nRollin' with Mo, rollin' with Mo (rollin'), you'll fall, gotta go\n'Cause we survivin' these remainin' years\nWhen the smoke clears, no fear\n(No, no fear) No tears, no tears\n\nWhen there's a problem I can't solve (I can't solve)\nMy family gets involved\nWe've been here through thick and thin\nOn my thugs I can depend\n\nBeen down from the getty-go, since any of yo'\nCan you feel me though?\nMo Thug takin' over from the north to west\nWanna test?\nBetter come prepared with your Smith-n-Wess'\nNow learn the lesson, stop stressin', be true to the game!\nMo Thug runnin' everythang, everythang, everythang\n\nWe are soldiers now (we are soldiers now!)\nWe want to thank you (we want to thank you!)\nFor the time you took (time that you took, heeeeey!)\nTo listen to our funky groove\nWe are soldiers now (we are soldiers)\nWe want to thank you (yeah)\nFor the time you took to listen to our funky groove (soldiers now)\n\nI guess if it was not for them blessings\nWeak evil thought would control my whole existence\nWe preach and speak true belief from within\nThis family tree would fall, crumble like Sodom, Gomorrah\n\nCan't duck, can't run from the cut\nBack up!\nThe wasteland field, peel for mine\nThe deal, how the clique be real with it\nMy family tree standin' strong\n\nNatural born in the world of madness, no gladness\nLeave a nigga insane\nGotta change my way 'fore the darkest day\nClickin' tight 'til the end with the gang\n\nCome on, come on and swing this way (swing this way)\nIt got to be harmony\nEvil be done wicked erased, erased\nHumbly united gatherin' souls understood\nMo Thug, Mo Thug, love 'em like one of my own\nHold on, I bet you we'll never go wrong if\nWe stay strong against the evil that be tryin' to split ya\nHe, who gets conflict, must just be weak\nIt's gettin' clearer and clearer, clearer\nEnemies want to break my family down, pinnin' it\nIf we ever needed the Lord, we need Him now\nAmen, Amen! Bless the Mo Thug children\nAnd could you watch over mine for me?\nGet up, get pumped, do what ya want just don't insult my game\nNigga, this is a family thang\n'Til I take one to the brain, I'll remain the same, same\nYou look out for me, I'll look out for you\nThis is what you do to unite your trues\n\nIt's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\nMo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\nMo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n\nIt's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\nMo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\nMo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n\nIt's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Mo' Thug Family Tree (with Mo' Thugs Family)\n artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n album: The Art Of War\n duration_ms: 340980\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah! Come on, come on, come on\n\n This is my family\n This is my family, my family\n This is my family\n This is my family, my family\n\n Mo Thug music (Sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along)\n\n Mo Thug music (Sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along)\n\n It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, (sing along, sing along)\n Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\n (sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along) Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n\n My family, oh, it means so much to me\n Everywhere we go, playa haters gonna hate and that's for sure\n My family tree recruited on this thugsta groove\n Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?\n\n I love my family\n And this Mo Thug family, you mean the world to me\n Heaven's where we gonna be\n Together...\n\n ogether we stand\n Together we fall, ya'll\n I never turn my back on y'all\n I got my halo cocked, goin' out with y'all, ya'll\n\n Come look at this world that's ever so cruel\n But the good Lord blessed us\n Gave me true family I can depend on\n 500 Benz with the Synchro rims on\n Now I can get off when the wind blow\n But I'd like to thank you, Jesus Christ\n For givin' for givin' up Your life for us\n Now, I can think twice, 'fore roll the dice\n Advice from a thug, tell mommy I love her everyday, think of her\n Take a look at your thugs to the front of the line\n Hear the thunder grind off in my mind\n We done partied overtime\n Destruction, terror, oh what an era!\n Let's get it together 'fore it's over\n Be a soldier like my Mo Thug family\n\n They never ever turned their backs on me (backs on me!)\n When I was down (I was down!)\n My Mo Thugs (Ohhhhh!) was always around\n And if there comes a time to pick or choose (pick or choose)\n My Mo Thugs won't never lose (Don't ya know your gonna lose!)\n We are the thugs\n Yeah, we be those children (Gotta be that child)\n We gotta keep on thuggin', that's how we make our livin'\n (Gotta make my money, man, it's still the same, yeah)\n\n You know who I be, once again, comin' at you\n It's Jhaz, megablast, top-class, black Jag, cream rag\n Playa, better check your hand, look out for the New Breed\n\n ...Females comin' for you, Mo Thug family roots runs too deep\n 'Brina trippin' on these haters surroundin' us trues on a daily basis\n Smiling faces, jealous of this Mo Thug flippin' on the risin' status\n\n Yeah, yeah! My family, (It's my family, Mo Thug)\n yeah my family, Mo Thug\n Tell me who the coldest (the coldest) playa you know?\n I know for sure, sure\n Rollin' with Mo, rollin' with Mo (rollin'), you'll fall, gotta go\n 'Cause we survivin' these remainin' years\n When the smoke clears, no fear\n (No, no fear) No tears, no tears\n\n When there's a problem I can't solve (I can't solve)\n My family gets involved\n We've been here through thick and thin\n On my thugs I can depend\n\n Been down from the getty-go, since any of yo'\n Can you feel me though?\n Mo Thug takin' over from the north to west\n Wanna test?\n Better come prepared with your Smith-n-Wess'\n Now learn the lesson, stop stressin', be true to the game!\n Mo Thug runnin' everythang, everythang, everythang\n\n We are soldiers now (we are soldiers now!)\n We want to thank you (we want to thank you!)\n For the time you took (time that you took, heeeeey!)\n To listen to our funky groove\n We are soldiers now (we are soldiers)\n We want to thank you (yeah)\n For the time you took to listen to our funky groove (soldiers now)\n\n I guess if it was not for them blessings\n Weak evil thought would control my whole existence\n We preach and speak true belief from within\n This family tree would fall, crumble like Sodom, Gomorrah\n\n Can't duck, can't run from the cut\n Back up!\n The wasteland field, peel for mine\n The deal, how the clique be real with it\n My family tree standin' strong\n\n Natural born in the world of madness, no gladness\n Leave a nigga insane\n Gotta change my way 'fore the darkest day\n Clickin' tight 'til the end with the gang\n\n Come on, come on and swing this way (swing this way)\n It got to be harmony\n Evil be done wicked erased, erased\n Humbly united gatherin' souls understood\n Mo Thug, Mo Thug, love 'em like one of my own\n Hold on, I bet you we'll never go wrong if\n We stay strong against the evil that be tryin' to split ya\n He, who gets conflict, must just be weak\n It's gettin' clearer and clearer, clearer\n Enemies want to break my family down, pinnin' it\n If we ever needed the Lord, we need Him now\n Amen, Amen! Bless the Mo Thug children\n And could you watch over mine for me?\n Get up, get pumped, do what ya want just don't insult my game\n Nigga, this is a family thang\n 'Til I take one to the brain, I'll remain the same, same\n You look out for me, I'll look out for you\n This is what you do to unite your trues\n\n It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\n Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\n Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n\n It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\n Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,\n Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n\n It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug\n"},{"id":7508797,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"The Art of War","duration":354.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nMy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nWhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nSurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nAnd I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nMe and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nWe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\nTheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] Creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] And the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] And tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] Why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] To tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] We shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] And I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] We survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n album: The Art of War\n duration_ms: 354000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: Surroundin' me daily? 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Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n start_ms: 115280\n end_ms: 121010\n- text: My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n start_ms: 121010\n end_ms: 123670\n- text: Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n start_ms: 123670\n end_ms: 125000\n- text: Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n start_ms: 125000\n end_ms: 128050\n- text: What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n start_ms: 128050\n end_ms: 130540\n- text: You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n start_ms: 130540\n end_ms: 132150\n- text: Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n start_ms: 132150\n end_ms: 136070\n- text: Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n start_ms: 136070\n end_ms: 138570\n- text: But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n start_ms: 138570\n end_ms: 140940\n- text: But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. 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But I ain't mad at'cha\n start_ms: 178920\n end_ms: 181670\n- text: Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n start_ms: 181670\n end_ms: 182720\n- text: And I learned to harmony\n start_ms: 182720\n end_ms: 184160\n- text: On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n start_ms: 184160\n end_ms: 185700\n- text: I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n start_ms: 185700\n end_ms: 187970\n- text: That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n start_ms: 187970\n end_ms: 191230\n- text: Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n start_ms: 191230\n end_ms: 193560\n- text: He talks with his hand\n start_ms: 193560\n end_ms: 194960\n- text: Come come creep on tha streets with me\n start_ms: 194960\n end_ms: 196510\n- text: That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n start_ms: 196510\n end_ms: 198390\n- text: It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n start_ms: 198390\n end_ms: 200930\n- text: It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n start_ms: 200930\n end_ms: 204020\n- text: So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n start_ms: 204020\n end_ms: 207970\n- text: And I know that shit was wrong but\n start_ms: 207970\n end_ms: 209220\n- text: Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n start_ms: 209220\n end_ms: 211230\n- text: Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n start_ms: 211230\n end_ms: 213940\n- text: Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n start_ms: 213940\n end_ms: 219130\n- text: We survivors, that's why we be.\n start_ms: 219130\n end_ms: 220890\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 220890\n end_ms: 227490\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 227490\n end_ms: 232290\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 232290\n end_ms: 240460\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n start_ms: 240460\n end_ms: 244760\n- text: Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n start_ms: 244760\n end_ms: 246930\n- text: Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n start_ms: 246930\n end_ms: 248640\n- text: Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n start_ms: 248640\n end_ms: 251840\n- text: Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n start_ms: 251840\n end_ms: 254420\n- text: Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n start_ms: 254420\n end_ms: 256870\n- text: Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n start_ms: 256870\n end_ms: 258280\n- text: Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n start_ms: 258280\n end_ms: 260610\n- text: What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n start_ms: 260610\n end_ms: 263040\n- text: They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n start_ms: 263040\n end_ms: 264800\n- text: We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n start_ms: 264800\n end_ms: 267870\n- text: But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n start_ms: 267870\n end_ms: 269970\n- text: ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n start_ms: 269970\n end_ms: 271570\n- text: That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n start_ms: 271570\n end_ms: 274270\n- text: Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n start_ms: 274270\n end_ms: 276730\n- text: Up and you're gonna get blasted\n start_ms: 276730\n end_ms: 277910\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? 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It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n We survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":7687291,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"The Art of War","duration":354.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nMy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nWhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nSurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nAnd I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nMe and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nWe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\nTheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] Creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] And the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] And tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] Why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] To tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] We shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] And I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] We survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n album: The Art of War\n duration_ms: 354000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: Surroundin' me daily? 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It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n We survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":234570,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War CD1","duration":354.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nMy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nWhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nSurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nAnd I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nMe and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nWe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\nTheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] Creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] And the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] And tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] Why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] To tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] We shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] And I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] We survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] Bad, bad. 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Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n start_ms: 115280\n end_ms: 121010\n- text: My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n start_ms: 121010\n end_ms: 123670\n- text: Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n start_ms: 123670\n end_ms: 125000\n- text: Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n start_ms: 125000\n end_ms: 128050\n- text: What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n start_ms: 128050\n end_ms: 130540\n- text: You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n start_ms: 130540\n end_ms: 132150\n- text: Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n start_ms: 132150\n end_ms: 136070\n- text: Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n start_ms: 136070\n end_ms: 138570\n- text: But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n start_ms: 138570\n end_ms: 140940\n- text: But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n start_ms: 140940\n end_ms: 144780\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 144780\n end_ms: 152180\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 152180\n end_ms: 158380\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 158380\n end_ms: 164630\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n start_ms: 164630\n end_ms: 169030\n- text: Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n start_ms: 169030\n end_ms: 172980\n- text: Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n start_ms: 172980\n end_ms: 176260\n- text: Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n start_ms: 176260\n end_ms: 178920\n- text: Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n start_ms: 178920\n end_ms: 181670\n- text: Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n start_ms: 181670\n end_ms: 182720\n- text: And I learned to harmony\n start_ms: 182720\n end_ms: 184160\n- text: On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n start_ms: 184160\n end_ms: 185700\n- text: I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n start_ms: 185700\n end_ms: 187970\n- text: That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n start_ms: 187970\n end_ms: 191230\n- text: Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n start_ms: 191230\n end_ms: 193560\n- text: He talks with his hand\n start_ms: 193560\n end_ms: 194960\n- text: Come come creep on tha streets with me\n start_ms: 194960\n end_ms: 196510\n- text: That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n start_ms: 196510\n end_ms: 198390\n- text: It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n start_ms: 198390\n end_ms: 200930\n- text: It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n start_ms: 200930\n end_ms: 204020\n- text: So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n start_ms: 204020\n end_ms: 207970\n- text: And I know that shit was wrong but\n start_ms: 207970\n end_ms: 209220\n- text: Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n start_ms: 209220\n end_ms: 211230\n- text: Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n start_ms: 211230\n end_ms: 213940\n- text: Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n start_ms: 213940\n end_ms: 219130\n- text: We survivors, that's why we be.\n start_ms: 219130\n end_ms: 220890\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 220890\n end_ms: 227490\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 227490\n end_ms: 232290\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 232290\n end_ms: 240460\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n start_ms: 240460\n end_ms: 244760\n- text: Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n start_ms: 244760\n end_ms: 246930\n- text: Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n start_ms: 246930\n end_ms: 248640\n- text: Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n start_ms: 248640\n end_ms: 251840\n- text: Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n start_ms: 251840\n end_ms: 254420\n- text: Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n start_ms: 254420\n end_ms: 256870\n- text: Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n start_ms: 256870\n end_ms: 258280\n- text: Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n start_ms: 258280\n end_ms: 260610\n- text: What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n start_ms: 260610\n end_ms: 263040\n- text: They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n start_ms: 263040\n end_ms: 264800\n- text: We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n start_ms: 264800\n end_ms: 267870\n- text: But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n start_ms: 267870\n end_ms: 269970\n- text: ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n start_ms: 269970\n end_ms: 271570\n- text: That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n start_ms: 271570\n end_ms: 274270\n- text: Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n start_ms: 274270\n end_ms: 276730\n- text: Up and you're gonna get blasted\n start_ms: 276730\n end_ms: 277910\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n start_ms: 277910\n end_ms: 279840\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n start_ms: 279840\n end_ms: 281600\n- text: Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n start_ms: 281600\n end_ms: 284120\n- text: 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n start_ms: 284120\n end_ms: 286230\n- text: Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n start_ms: 286230\n end_ms: 289740\n- text: Find us smokin' that grass\n start_ms: 289740\n end_ms: 291750\n- text: Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n start_ms: 291750\n end_ms: 294810\n- text: Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n start_ms: 294810\n end_ms: 298760\n- text: I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n start_ms: 298760\n end_ms: 300980\n- text: I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n start_ms: 300980\n end_ms: 304260\n- text: Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n start_ms: 304260\n end_ms: 306800\n- text: Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n start_ms: 306800\n end_ms: 309570\n- text: Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n start_ms: 309570\n end_ms: 312650\n- text: Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n start_ms: 312650\n end_ms: 314580\n- text: (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n start_ms: 314580\n end_ms: 317640\n- text: Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n start_ms: 317640\n end_ms: 321620\n- text: Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n We survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. 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We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nWe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\nTheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] Creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] And the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] And tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] Why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] To tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] We shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] And I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] We survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n album: 'The Art of War: World War 1'\n duration_ms: 354000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: Surroundin' me daily? 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It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n We survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":29828853,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War-Disk 1","duration":352.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nMy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nWhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nSurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nAnd I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nMe and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nWe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\nTheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] Creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] And the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] And tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] Why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] To tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] We shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] And I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] We survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] Bad, bad. 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But I ain't mad at'cha\n start_ms: 178920\n end_ms: 181670\n- text: Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n start_ms: 181670\n end_ms: 182720\n- text: And I learned to harmony\n start_ms: 182720\n end_ms: 184160\n- text: On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n start_ms: 184160\n end_ms: 185700\n- text: I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n start_ms: 185700\n end_ms: 187970\n- text: That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n start_ms: 187970\n end_ms: 191230\n- text: Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n start_ms: 191230\n end_ms: 193560\n- text: He talks with his hand\n start_ms: 193560\n end_ms: 194960\n- text: Come come creep on tha streets with me\n start_ms: 194960\n end_ms: 196510\n- text: That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n start_ms: 196510\n end_ms: 198390\n- text: It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n start_ms: 198390\n end_ms: 200930\n- text: It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n start_ms: 200930\n end_ms: 204020\n- text: So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n start_ms: 204020\n end_ms: 207970\n- text: And I know that shit was wrong but\n start_ms: 207970\n end_ms: 209220\n- text: Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n start_ms: 209220\n end_ms: 211230\n- text: Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n start_ms: 211230\n end_ms: 213940\n- text: Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n start_ms: 213940\n end_ms: 219130\n- text: We survivors, that's why we be.\n start_ms: 219130\n end_ms: 220890\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 220890\n end_ms: 227490\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 227490\n end_ms: 232290\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 232290\n end_ms: 240460\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n start_ms: 240460\n end_ms: 244760\n- text: Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n start_ms: 244760\n end_ms: 246930\n- text: Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n start_ms: 246930\n end_ms: 248640\n- text: Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n start_ms: 248640\n end_ms: 251840\n- text: Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n start_ms: 251840\n end_ms: 254420\n- text: Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n start_ms: 254420\n end_ms: 256870\n- text: Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n start_ms: 256870\n end_ms: 258280\n- text: Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n start_ms: 258280\n end_ms: 260610\n- text: What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n start_ms: 260610\n end_ms: 263040\n- text: They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n start_ms: 263040\n end_ms: 264800\n- text: We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n start_ms: 264800\n end_ms: 267870\n- text: But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n start_ms: 267870\n end_ms: 269970\n- text: ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n start_ms: 269970\n end_ms: 271570\n- text: That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n start_ms: 271570\n end_ms: 274270\n- text: Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n start_ms: 274270\n end_ms: 276730\n- text: Up and you're gonna get blasted\n start_ms: 276730\n end_ms: 277910\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n start_ms: 277910\n end_ms: 279840\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n start_ms: 279840\n end_ms: 281600\n- text: Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n start_ms: 281600\n end_ms: 284120\n- text: 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n start_ms: 284120\n end_ms: 286230\n- text: Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n start_ms: 286230\n end_ms: 289740\n- text: Find us smokin' that grass\n start_ms: 289740\n end_ms: 291750\n- text: Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n start_ms: 291750\n end_ms: 294810\n- text: Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n start_ms: 294810\n end_ms: 298760\n- text: I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n start_ms: 298760\n end_ms: 300980\n- text: I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n start_ms: 300980\n end_ms: 304260\n- text: Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n start_ms: 304260\n end_ms: 306800\n- text: Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n start_ms: 306800\n end_ms: 309570\n- text: Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n start_ms: 309570\n end_ms: 312650\n- text: Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n start_ms: 312650\n end_ms: 314580\n- text: (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n start_ms: 314580\n end_ms: 317640\n- text: Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n start_ms: 317640\n end_ms: 321620\n- text: Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n We survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":32050510,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Art Of War","duration":354.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nMy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nWhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nSurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nAnd I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nMe and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nWe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\nTheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. 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We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] Creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] And the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] And tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] Why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] To tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] We shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] And I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] We survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n album: Art Of War\n duration_ms: 354000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: Surroundin' me daily? 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We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n We survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":19674770,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War (Disc 1)","duration":350.8266752,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nMy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nWhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nSurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nAnd I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nMe and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nWe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\nTheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] Creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] And the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] And tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] Why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] To tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] We shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] And I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] We survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n album: The Art Of War (Disc 1)\n duration_ms: 350827\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: Surroundin' me daily? 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Jealous then nigga drop\n start_ms: 277910\n end_ms: 279840\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n start_ms: 279840\n end_ms: 281600\n- text: Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n start_ms: 281600\n end_ms: 284120\n- text: 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n start_ms: 284120\n end_ms: 286230\n- text: Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n start_ms: 286230\n end_ms: 289740\n- text: Find us smokin' that grass\n start_ms: 289740\n end_ms: 291750\n- text: Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n start_ms: 291750\n end_ms: 294810\n- text: Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n start_ms: 294810\n end_ms: 298760\n- text: I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n start_ms: 298760\n end_ms: 300980\n- text: I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n start_ms: 300980\n end_ms: 304260\n- text: Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n start_ms: 304260\n end_ms: 306800\n- text: Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n start_ms: 306800\n end_ms: 309570\n- text: Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n start_ms: 309570\n end_ms: 312650\n- text: Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n start_ms: 312650\n end_ms: 314580\n- text: (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n start_ms: 314580\n end_ms: 317640\n- text: Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n start_ms: 317640\n end_ms: 321620\n- text: Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n We survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":19423760,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐N‐Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War","duration":349.733333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nMy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nWhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nSurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nAnd I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nMe and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nWe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\nTheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] Creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] And the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] And tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] Why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] To tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] We shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] And I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] We survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs‐N‐Harmony\n album: The Art Of War\n duration_ms: 349733\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: Surroundin' me daily? 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Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n start_ms: 115280\n end_ms: 121010\n- text: My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n start_ms: 121010\n end_ms: 123670\n- text: Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n start_ms: 123670\n end_ms: 125000\n- text: Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n start_ms: 125000\n end_ms: 128050\n- text: What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n start_ms: 128050\n end_ms: 130540\n- text: You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n start_ms: 130540\n end_ms: 132150\n- text: Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n start_ms: 132150\n end_ms: 136070\n- text: Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n start_ms: 136070\n end_ms: 138570\n- text: But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n start_ms: 138570\n end_ms: 140940\n- text: But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. 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It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n We survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":18077182,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs N Harmony","albumName":"Art Of War (disc 1 )","duration":354.123938,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nMy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nWhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nSurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nAnd I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nMe and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure everybody need and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to pump slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down\nDoors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of\nWe survivors, that's why we be\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in their coffin\nOh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. it's 1990 '90 '90 '90 '90\nIt's almost 1990 '90 '90 '90 '90 the 9, 9, 9, 9","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.61] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.45] My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:17.21] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:18.84] Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.52] Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.67] And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:24.81] Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.74] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.63] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.34] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.62] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:36.94] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.69] Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:41.71] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.19] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.19] Creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:46.55] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:47.94] And the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:49.70] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.05] And tha po-po as well\n[00:53.52] Figure everybody need and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.40] Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:56.86] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.22] And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[00:59.63] Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:01.55] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:03.39] Why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.15] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.09] Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:08.44] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:10.65] To tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.80] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose\n[01:14.30] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.16] We shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:17.65] Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.32] Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.23] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:27.17] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:33.25] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:39.76] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:46.20] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.17] Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:51.90] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:54.10] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[01:59.97] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:02.98] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:04.67] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:07.22] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:09.43] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:11.18] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:14.16] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:17.24] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:19.76] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.22] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:30.66] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:36.58] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:43.16] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:49.16] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:51.93] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:54.64] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.10] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:00.08] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:01.64] And I learned to harmony\n[03:03.09] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.04] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.98] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:10.51] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:12.66] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.05] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:15.56] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.03] It's where I learned how to pump slugs\n[03:20.45] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:22.63] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down\n[03:25.03] Doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.04] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:28.90] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:30.31] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:32.71] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of\n[03:38.02] We survivors, that's why we be\n[03:41.33] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:46.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.48] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:59.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:04.65] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.00] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:07.53] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off\n[04:10.95] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:13.46] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:15.50] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:17.48] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.20] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:22.09] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.07] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.04] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:28.69] ((Flesh) So we let the record show\n[04:32.09] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum\n[04:34.13] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.01] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:36.36] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:37.39] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:39.18] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:43.59] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.15] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:48.81] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:50.91] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in their coffin\n[04:54.70] Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.12] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:03.32] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.51] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:10.53] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:13.16] Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:16.30] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:18.53] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:23.63] Yeah yeah. it's 1990 '90 '90 '90 '90\n[05:25.96] It's almost 1990 '90 '90 '90 '90 the 9, 9, 9, 9\n[05:35.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony\n album: Art Of War (disc 1 )\n duration_ms: 354124\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2610\n end_ms: 10450\n- text: My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10450\n end_ms: 17210\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 17210\n end_ms: 18840\n- text: Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 18840\n end_ms: 20520\n- text: Surroundin' me daily? 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Them thugs them niggaz\n start_ms: 310530\n end_ms: 313160\n- text: Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n start_ms: 313160\n end_ms: 316300\n- text: (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n start_ms: 316300\n end_ms: 318530\n- text: Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n start_ms: 318530\n end_ms: 323630\n- text: Yeah yeah. it's 1990 '90 '90 '90 '90\n start_ms: 323630\n end_ms: 325960\n- text: It's almost 1990 '90 '90 '90 '90 the 9, 9, 9, 9\n start_ms: 325960\n end_ms: 335530\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 335530\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure everybody need and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to pump slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down\n Doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of\n We survivors, that's why we be\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in their coffin\n Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. it's 1990 '90 '90 '90 '90\n It's almost 1990 '90 '90 '90 '90 the 9, 9, 9, 9\n"},{"id":20105726,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs N Harmony","albumName":"The Art of War","duration":350.876735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nMy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nWhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nSurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nAnd I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nMe and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nWe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\nTheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. 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Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] And I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] We survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony\n album: The Art of War\n duration_ms: 350877\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: Surroundin' me daily? 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Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n start_ms: 115280\n end_ms: 121010\n- text: My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n start_ms: 121010\n end_ms: 123670\n- text: Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n start_ms: 123670\n end_ms: 125000\n- text: Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n start_ms: 125000\n end_ms: 128050\n- text: What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n start_ms: 128050\n end_ms: 130540\n- text: You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n start_ms: 130540\n end_ms: 132150\n- text: Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n start_ms: 132150\n end_ms: 136070\n- text: Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n start_ms: 136070\n end_ms: 138570\n- text: But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n start_ms: 138570\n end_ms: 140940\n- text: But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. 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It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n We survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":20173151,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art of War CD1","duration":350.876735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nMy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nWhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nSurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nAnd I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nMe and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nWe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\nTheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] Creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] And the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] And tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] Why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] To tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] We shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] And I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] We survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n album: The Art of War CD1\n duration_ms: 350877\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: Surroundin' me daily? 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Jealous then nigga drop\n start_ms: 277910\n end_ms: 279840\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n start_ms: 279840\n end_ms: 281600\n- text: Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n start_ms: 281600\n end_ms: 284120\n- text: 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n start_ms: 284120\n end_ms: 286230\n- text: Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n start_ms: 286230\n end_ms: 289740\n- text: Find us smokin' that grass\n start_ms: 289740\n end_ms: 291750\n- text: Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n start_ms: 291750\n end_ms: 294810\n- text: Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n start_ms: 294810\n end_ms: 298760\n- text: I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n start_ms: 298760\n end_ms: 300980\n- text: I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n start_ms: 300980\n end_ms: 304260\n- text: Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n start_ms: 304260\n end_ms: 306800\n- text: Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n start_ms: 306800\n end_ms: 309570\n- text: Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n start_ms: 309570\n end_ms: 312650\n- text: Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n start_ms: 312650\n end_ms: 314580\n- text: (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n start_ms: 314580\n end_ms: 317640\n- text: Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n start_ms: 317640\n end_ms: 321620\n- text: Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n We survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":13442280,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War (Disc 1)","duration":354.089796,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nmy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nwhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nsurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nand I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nme and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nwithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\ncreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nand the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nand tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nnigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nand the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nlike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nwhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nbreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nto tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nwe shuttin' shit down, and you\nknow a nigga love to get buck wild\npow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nis my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nmy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nwas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\ninstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nwhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nyou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nlay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\ncause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nand I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nthat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\ngotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nhe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nthat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nit's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nit's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nso I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\ndon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nwe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nwhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nthey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nup and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nfind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\ntheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nway down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nwanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nbad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nbad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nyeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] my family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] and the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] and tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] and the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] to tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] we shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] my family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] you'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] and I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] that's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] he talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] that's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] it's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] it's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] so I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] we survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] what's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] they get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n album: The Art Of War (Disc 1)\n duration_ms: 354090\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: my family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: surroundin' me daily? 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Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n start_ms: 115280\n end_ms: 121010\n- text: my family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n start_ms: 121010\n end_ms: 123670\n- text: was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n start_ms: 123670\n end_ms: 125000\n- text: instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n start_ms: 125000\n end_ms: 128050\n- text: what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n start_ms: 128050\n end_ms: 130540\n- text: you'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n start_ms: 130540\n end_ms: 132150\n- text: Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n start_ms: 132150\n end_ms: 136070\n- text: Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n start_ms: 136070\n end_ms: 138570\n- text: But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n start_ms: 138570\n end_ms: 140940\n- text: But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. 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It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n my family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n and the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n and tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n and the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n to tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n we shuttin' shit down, and you\n know a nigga love to get buck wild\n pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n my family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n you'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n and I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n that's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n he talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n that's where I learned how to sell drugs\n it's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n it's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n so I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n we survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n what's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n they get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":15432022,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"The Art of War: World War 1","duration":354.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nmy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nwhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nsurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nand I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nme and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nwithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\ncreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nand the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nand tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nnigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nand the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nlike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nwhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nbreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nto tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nwe shuttin' shit down, and you\nknow a nigga love to get buck wild\npow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nis my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nmy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nwas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\ninstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nwhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nyou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nlay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\ncause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nand I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nthat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\ngotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nhe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nthat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nit's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nit's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nso I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\ndon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nwe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nwhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nthey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nup and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nfind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\ntheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nway down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nwanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nbad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nbad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nyeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] my family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] and the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] and tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] and the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] to tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] we shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] my family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] you'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] and I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] that's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] he talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] that's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] it's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] it's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] so I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] we survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] what's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] they get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n album: 'The Art of War: World War 1'\n duration_ms: 354000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: my family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: surroundin' me daily? 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Jealous then nigga drop\n start_ms: 277910\n end_ms: 279840\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n start_ms: 279840\n end_ms: 281600\n- text: Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n start_ms: 281600\n end_ms: 284120\n- text: 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n start_ms: 284120\n end_ms: 286230\n- text: Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n start_ms: 286230\n end_ms: 289740\n- text: find us smokin' that grass\n start_ms: 289740\n end_ms: 291750\n- text: Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n start_ms: 291750\n end_ms: 294810\n- text: their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n start_ms: 294810\n end_ms: 298760\n- text: I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n start_ms: 298760\n end_ms: 300980\n- text: I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n start_ms: 300980\n end_ms: 304260\n- text: way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n start_ms: 304260\n end_ms: 306800\n- text: wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n start_ms: 306800\n end_ms: 309570\n- text: bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n start_ms: 309570\n end_ms: 312650\n- text: bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n start_ms: 312650\n end_ms: 314580\n- text: (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n start_ms: 314580\n end_ms: 317640\n- text: Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n start_ms: 317640\n end_ms: 321620\n- text: yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n my family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n and the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n and tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n and the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n to tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n we shuttin' shit down, and you\n know a nigga love to get buck wild\n pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n my family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n you'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n and I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n that's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n he talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n that's where I learned how to sell drugs\n it's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n it's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n so I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n we survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n what's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n they get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":15510981,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War [Disc 01]","duration":354.0400128,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nmy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nwhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nsurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nand I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nme and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nwithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\ncreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nand the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nand tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nnigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nand the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nlike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nwhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nbreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nto tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nwe shuttin' shit down, and you\nknow a nigga love to get buck wild\npow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nis my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nmy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nwas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\ninstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nwhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nyou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nlay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\ncause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nand I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nthat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\ngotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nhe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nthat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nit's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nit's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nso I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\ndon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nwe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nwhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nthey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nup and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nfind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\ntheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nway down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nwanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nbad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nbad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nyeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] my family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] and the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] and tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] and the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] to tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] we shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] my family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] you'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] and I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] that's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] he talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] that's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] it's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] it's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] so I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] we survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] what's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] they get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n album: The Art Of War [Disc 01]\n duration_ms: 354040\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: my family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: surroundin' me daily? 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Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n start_ms: 115280\n end_ms: 121010\n- text: my family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n start_ms: 121010\n end_ms: 123670\n- text: was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n start_ms: 123670\n end_ms: 125000\n- text: instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n start_ms: 125000\n end_ms: 128050\n- text: what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n start_ms: 128050\n end_ms: 130540\n- text: you'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n start_ms: 130540\n end_ms: 132150\n- text: Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n start_ms: 132150\n end_ms: 136070\n- text: Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n start_ms: 136070\n end_ms: 138570\n- text: But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n start_ms: 138570\n end_ms: 140940\n- text: But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. 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It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n my family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n and the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n and tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n and the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n to tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n we shuttin' shit down, and you\n know a nigga love to get buck wild\n pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n my family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n you'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n and I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n that's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n he talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n that's where I learned how to sell drugs\n it's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n it's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n so I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n we survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n what's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n they get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":25037118,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Nine Twenty One","duration":385.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nMy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nWhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nSurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nAnd I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nMe and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nWe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\nTheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] Creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] And the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] And tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] Why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] To tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] We shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] And I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] We survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n album: Nine Twenty One\n duration_ms: 385000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: Surroundin' me daily? 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(roll, roll)\n start_ms: 140940\n end_ms: 144780\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 144780\n end_ms: 152180\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 152180\n end_ms: 158380\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 158380\n end_ms: 164630\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n start_ms: 164630\n end_ms: 169030\n- text: Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n start_ms: 169030\n end_ms: 172980\n- text: Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n start_ms: 172980\n end_ms: 176260\n- text: Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n start_ms: 176260\n end_ms: 178920\n- text: Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n start_ms: 178920\n end_ms: 181670\n- text: Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n start_ms: 181670\n end_ms: 182720\n- text: And I learned to harmony\n start_ms: 182720\n end_ms: 184160\n- text: On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n start_ms: 184160\n end_ms: 185700\n- text: I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n start_ms: 185700\n end_ms: 187970\n- text: That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n start_ms: 187970\n end_ms: 191230\n- text: Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n start_ms: 191230\n end_ms: 193560\n- text: He talks with his hand\n start_ms: 193560\n end_ms: 194960\n- text: Come come creep on tha streets with me\n start_ms: 194960\n end_ms: 196510\n- text: That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n start_ms: 196510\n end_ms: 198390\n- text: It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n start_ms: 198390\n end_ms: 200930\n- text: It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n start_ms: 200930\n end_ms: 204020\n- text: So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n start_ms: 204020\n end_ms: 207970\n- text: And I know that shit was wrong but\n start_ms: 207970\n end_ms: 209220\n- text: Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n start_ms: 209220\n end_ms: 211230\n- text: Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n start_ms: 211230\n end_ms: 213940\n- text: Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n start_ms: 213940\n end_ms: 219130\n- text: We survivors, that's why we be.\n start_ms: 219130\n end_ms: 220890\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 220890\n end_ms: 227490\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 227490\n end_ms: 232290\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 232290\n end_ms: 240460\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n start_ms: 240460\n end_ms: 244760\n- text: Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n start_ms: 244760\n end_ms: 246930\n- text: Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n start_ms: 246930\n end_ms: 248640\n- text: Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n start_ms: 248640\n end_ms: 251840\n- text: Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n start_ms: 251840\n end_ms: 254420\n- text: Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n start_ms: 254420\n end_ms: 256870\n- text: Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n start_ms: 256870\n end_ms: 258280\n- text: Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n start_ms: 258280\n end_ms: 260610\n- text: What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n start_ms: 260610\n end_ms: 263040\n- text: They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n start_ms: 263040\n end_ms: 264800\n- text: We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n start_ms: 264800\n end_ms: 267870\n- text: But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n start_ms: 267870\n end_ms: 269970\n- text: ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n start_ms: 269970\n end_ms: 271570\n- text: That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n start_ms: 271570\n end_ms: 274270\n- text: Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n start_ms: 274270\n end_ms: 276730\n- text: Up and you're gonna get blasted\n start_ms: 276730\n end_ms: 277910\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n start_ms: 277910\n end_ms: 279840\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n start_ms: 279840\n end_ms: 281600\n- text: Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n start_ms: 281600\n end_ms: 284120\n- text: 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n start_ms: 284120\n end_ms: 286230\n- text: Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n start_ms: 286230\n end_ms: 289740\n- text: Find us smokin' that grass\n start_ms: 289740\n end_ms: 291750\n- text: Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n start_ms: 291750\n end_ms: 294810\n- text: Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n start_ms: 294810\n end_ms: 298760\n- text: I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n start_ms: 298760\n end_ms: 300980\n- text: I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n start_ms: 300980\n end_ms: 304260\n- text: Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n start_ms: 304260\n end_ms: 306800\n- text: Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n start_ms: 306800\n end_ms: 309570\n- text: Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n start_ms: 309570\n end_ms: 312650\n- text: Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n start_ms: 312650\n end_ms: 314580\n- text: (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n start_ms: 314580\n end_ms: 317640\n- text: Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n start_ms: 317640\n end_ms: 321620\n- text: Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n We survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":24259454,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Nine Twenty One","duration":354.072,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nMy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nWhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nSurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nAnd I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nMe and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nWe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\nTheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] Creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] And the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] And tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] Why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] To tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] We shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] And I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] We survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n album: Nine Twenty One\n duration_ms: 354072\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: Surroundin' me daily? 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Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n start_ms: 115280\n end_ms: 121010\n- text: My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n start_ms: 121010\n end_ms: 123670\n- text: Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n start_ms: 123670\n end_ms: 125000\n- text: Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n start_ms: 125000\n end_ms: 128050\n- text: What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n start_ms: 128050\n end_ms: 130540\n- text: You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n start_ms: 130540\n end_ms: 132150\n- text: Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n start_ms: 132150\n end_ms: 136070\n- text: Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n start_ms: 136070\n end_ms: 138570\n- text: But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n start_ms: 138570\n end_ms: 140940\n- text: But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n start_ms: 140940\n end_ms: 144780\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 144780\n end_ms: 152180\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 152180\n end_ms: 158380\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 158380\n end_ms: 164630\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n start_ms: 164630\n end_ms: 169030\n- text: Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n start_ms: 169030\n end_ms: 172980\n- text: Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n start_ms: 172980\n end_ms: 176260\n- text: Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n start_ms: 176260\n end_ms: 178920\n- text: Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n start_ms: 178920\n end_ms: 181670\n- text: Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n start_ms: 181670\n end_ms: 182720\n- text: And I learned to harmony\n start_ms: 182720\n end_ms: 184160\n- text: On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n start_ms: 184160\n end_ms: 185700\n- text: I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n start_ms: 185700\n end_ms: 187970\n- text: That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n start_ms: 187970\n end_ms: 191230\n- text: Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n start_ms: 191230\n end_ms: 193560\n- text: He talks with his hand\n start_ms: 193560\n end_ms: 194960\n- text: Come come creep on tha streets with me\n start_ms: 194960\n end_ms: 196510\n- text: That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n start_ms: 196510\n end_ms: 198390\n- text: It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n start_ms: 198390\n end_ms: 200930\n- text: It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n start_ms: 200930\n end_ms: 204020\n- text: So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n start_ms: 204020\n end_ms: 207970\n- text: And I know that shit was wrong but\n start_ms: 207970\n end_ms: 209220\n- text: Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n start_ms: 209220\n end_ms: 211230\n- text: Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n start_ms: 211230\n end_ms: 213940\n- text: Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n start_ms: 213940\n end_ms: 219130\n- text: We survivors, that's why we be.\n start_ms: 219130\n end_ms: 220890\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 220890\n end_ms: 227490\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 227490\n end_ms: 232290\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 232290\n end_ms: 240460\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n start_ms: 240460\n end_ms: 244760\n- text: Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n start_ms: 244760\n end_ms: 246930\n- text: Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n start_ms: 246930\n end_ms: 248640\n- text: Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n start_ms: 248640\n end_ms: 251840\n- text: Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n start_ms: 251840\n end_ms: 254420\n- text: Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n start_ms: 254420\n end_ms: 256870\n- text: Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n start_ms: 256870\n end_ms: 258280\n- text: Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n start_ms: 258280\n end_ms: 260610\n- text: What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n start_ms: 260610\n end_ms: 263040\n- text: They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n start_ms: 263040\n end_ms: 264800\n- text: We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n start_ms: 264800\n end_ms: 267870\n- text: But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n start_ms: 267870\n end_ms: 269970\n- text: ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n start_ms: 269970\n end_ms: 271570\n- text: That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n start_ms: 271570\n end_ms: 274270\n- text: Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n start_ms: 274270\n end_ms: 276730\n- text: Up and you're gonna get blasted\n start_ms: 276730\n end_ms: 277910\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? 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It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n We survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"},{"id":24119673,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"The Art of War: World War 1","duration":349.7875712,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\nMy family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\nLord help me make up my mind\nWhich way do I turn when there's so much stress\nSurroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\nAnd I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\nMe and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\nYou'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\nPicture the day when I get my callin' but until then\nI guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\nLittle T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\nBoy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\nWithout this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\nAll the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\nComin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\nCreep defeat is all ya meet\nRollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\nAnd the sack of weed straight out of control\nTest tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\nAnd tha po-po as well\nFigure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\nNigga really can't tell, so why?\nPrepare for the worst and hope for the best\nAnd the rest as written, some wanna treat my\nLike I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\nCould I be? Come a little bit closer\nWhy you cautious when you approach us?\nIs ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\nBreakaz fittin' ta take shit over\nUnder my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\nTo tha depth that tha game goes\nDie all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\nNigga better roll than get rolled over\nWe shuttin' shit down, and you\nKnow a nigga love to get buck wild\nPow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nThug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\nIs my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\nBe crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\nWhy is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\nMy family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\nWas one of the reasons I'm thuggin\nInstead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\nWhat is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\nYou'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\nCause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\nPeace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\nBut no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\nBut it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nCause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\nLay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\nDoin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\nWas it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\nCause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\nAnd I learned to harmony\nOn the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\nI'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\nThat's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\nGotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\nHe talks with his hand\nCome come creep on tha streets with me\nThat's where I learned how to sell drugs\nIt's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\nIt's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\nSo I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\nAnd I know that shit was wrong but\nDon't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\nCause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\nBloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\nWe survivors, that's why we be.\n\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family\nThis is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\nGet ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\nDon't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\nOff in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\nEveryday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\nPlaya (hatin') it's getting contagious\nWhy do these niggaz think they can break us?\nWanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\nWhat's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\nThey get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\nWe let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\nBut what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n((Flesh) So we let the record show,\nThat 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\nHarmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\nUp and you're gonna get blasted\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\nWhat do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\nNigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\nNiggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\nFind us smokin' that grass\nNigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\nTheir coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\nI don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\nI don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\nWay down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\nWanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\nBad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\nBad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n(I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\nYeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\nYeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.93] Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n[00:10.95] My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n[00:16.94] Lord help me make up my mind\n[00:19.08] Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n[00:20.53] Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n[00:22.82] And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n[00:25.34] Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n[00:27.70] You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n[00:30.88] Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n[00:32.98] I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n[00:34.52] Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n[00:37.23] Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n[00:39.52] Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n[00:42.01] All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n[00:43.89] Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n[00:45.81] Creep defeat is all ya meet\n[00:47.13] Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n[00:48.57] And the sack of weed straight out of control\n[00:50.05] Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n[00:52.62] And tha po-po as well\n[00:54.32] Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n[00:55.68] Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n[00:57.09] Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n[00:58.70] And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n[01:00.03] Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n[01:02.46] Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n[01:04.56] Why you cautious when you approach us?\n[01:05.99] Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n[01:07.72] Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n[01:09.08] Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n[01:11.08] To tha depth that tha game goes\n[01:12.16] Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n[01:14.03] Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n[01:16.44] We shuttin' shit down, and you\n[01:18.44] Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n[01:19.97] Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n[01:21.65] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:28.79] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:35.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[01:41.43] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[01:45.76] Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n[01:49.70] Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n[01:52.77] Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n[01:55.28] Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n[02:01.01] My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n[02:03.67] Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n[02:05.00] Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n[02:08.05] What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n[02:10.54] You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n[02:12.15] Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n[02:16.07] Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n[02:18.57] But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n[02:20.94] But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n[02:24.78] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:32.18] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:38.38] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[02:44.63] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[02:49.03] Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n[02:52.98] Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n[02:56.26] Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n[02:58.92] Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n[03:01.67] Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n[03:02.72] And I learned to harmony\n[03:04.16] On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n[03:05.70] I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n[03:07.97] That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n[03:11.23] Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n[03:13.56] He talks with his hand\n[03:14.96] Come come creep on tha streets with me\n[03:16.51] That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n[03:18.39] It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n[03:20.93] It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n[03:24.02] So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n[03:27.97] And I know that shit was wrong but\n[03:29.22] Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n[03:31.23] Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n[03:33.94] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n[03:39.13] We survivors, that's why we be.\n[03:40.89] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:47.49] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[03:52.29] This is my family, this is my family, my family\n[04:00.46] This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n[04:04.76] Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n[04:06.93] Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n[04:08.64] Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n[04:11.84] Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n[04:14.42] Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n[04:16.87] Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n[04:18.28] Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n[04:20.61] What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n[04:23.04] They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n[04:24.80] We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n[04:27.87] But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n[04:29.97] ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n[04:31.57] That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n[04:34.27] Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n[04:36.73] Up and you're gonna get blasted\n[04:37.91] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n[04:39.84] What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n[04:41.60] Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n[04:44.12] 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n[04:46.23] Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n[04:49.74] Find us smokin' that grass\n[04:51.75] Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n[04:54.81] Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n[04:58.76] I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n[05:00.98] I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n[05:04.26] Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n[05:06.80] Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n[05:09.57] Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n[05:12.65] Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n[05:14.58] (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n[05:17.64] Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n[05:21.62] Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n[05:27.22] 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n[05:34.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Family Tree\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n album: 'The Art of War: World War 1'\n duration_ms: 349788\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 10950\n- text: My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n start_ms: 10950\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: Lord help me make up my mind\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19080\n- text: Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n start_ms: 19080\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: Surroundin' me daily? 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(roll, roll)\n start_ms: 140940\n end_ms: 144780\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 144780\n end_ms: 152180\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 152180\n end_ms: 158380\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 158380\n end_ms: 164630\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n start_ms: 164630\n end_ms: 169030\n- text: Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n start_ms: 169030\n end_ms: 172980\n- text: Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n start_ms: 172980\n end_ms: 176260\n- text: Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n start_ms: 176260\n end_ms: 178920\n- text: Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n start_ms: 178920\n end_ms: 181670\n- text: Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n start_ms: 181670\n end_ms: 182720\n- text: And I learned to harmony\n start_ms: 182720\n end_ms: 184160\n- text: On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n start_ms: 184160\n end_ms: 185700\n- text: I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n start_ms: 185700\n end_ms: 187970\n- text: That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n start_ms: 187970\n end_ms: 191230\n- text: Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n start_ms: 191230\n end_ms: 193560\n- text: He talks with his hand\n start_ms: 193560\n end_ms: 194960\n- text: Come come creep on tha streets with me\n start_ms: 194960\n end_ms: 196510\n- text: That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n start_ms: 196510\n end_ms: 198390\n- text: It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n start_ms: 198390\n end_ms: 200930\n- text: It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n start_ms: 200930\n end_ms: 204020\n- text: So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n start_ms: 204020\n end_ms: 207970\n- text: And I know that shit was wrong but\n start_ms: 207970\n end_ms: 209220\n- text: Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n start_ms: 209220\n end_ms: 211230\n- text: Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n start_ms: 211230\n end_ms: 213940\n- text: Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n start_ms: 213940\n end_ms: 219130\n- text: We survivors, that's why we be.\n start_ms: 219130\n end_ms: 220890\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 220890\n end_ms: 227490\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 227490\n end_ms: 232290\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family\n start_ms: 232290\n end_ms: 240460\n- text: This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n start_ms: 240460\n end_ms: 244760\n- text: Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n start_ms: 244760\n end_ms: 246930\n- text: Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n start_ms: 246930\n end_ms: 248640\n- text: Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n start_ms: 248640\n end_ms: 251840\n- text: Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n start_ms: 251840\n end_ms: 254420\n- text: Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n start_ms: 254420\n end_ms: 256870\n- text: Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n start_ms: 256870\n end_ms: 258280\n- text: Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n start_ms: 258280\n end_ms: 260610\n- text: What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n start_ms: 260610\n end_ms: 263040\n- text: They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n start_ms: 263040\n end_ms: 264800\n- text: We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n start_ms: 264800\n end_ms: 267870\n- text: But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n start_ms: 267870\n end_ms: 269970\n- text: ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n start_ms: 269970\n end_ms: 271570\n- text: That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n start_ms: 271570\n end_ms: 274270\n- text: Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n start_ms: 274270\n end_ms: 276730\n- text: Up and you're gonna get blasted\n start_ms: 276730\n end_ms: 277910\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n start_ms: 277910\n end_ms: 279840\n- text: What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n start_ms: 279840\n end_ms: 281600\n- text: Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n start_ms: 281600\n end_ms: 284120\n- text: 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n start_ms: 284120\n end_ms: 286230\n- text: Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n start_ms: 286230\n end_ms: 289740\n- text: Find us smokin' that grass\n start_ms: 289740\n end_ms: 291750\n- text: Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n start_ms: 291750\n end_ms: 294810\n- text: Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n start_ms: 294810\n end_ms: 298760\n- text: I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n start_ms: 298760\n end_ms: 300980\n- text: I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n start_ms: 300980\n end_ms: 304260\n- text: Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n start_ms: 304260\n end_ms: 306800\n- text: Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n start_ms: 306800\n end_ms: 309570\n- text: Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n start_ms: 309570\n end_ms: 312650\n- text: Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n start_ms: 312650\n end_ms: 314580\n- text: (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n start_ms: 314580\n end_ms: 317640\n- text: Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n start_ms: 317640\n end_ms: 321620\n- text: Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n start_ms: 321620\n end_ms: 327220\n- text: 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n start_ms: 327220\n end_ms: 334580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 334580\nplain: |-\n Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family\n My family, this is my family this is my family my family\n\n Lord help me make up my mind\n Which way do I turn when there's so much stress\n Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady\n And I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy\n Me and yo' bigger brother we keeps it realer\n You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya\n Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then\n I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck)\n Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby\n Boy what's up? We can ride and roll, I know\n Without this Po-Po trailin', bailin'\n All the way to heaven betcha that's a promise\n Comin' with tha bombers, niggaz can't test this\n Creep defeat is all ya meet\n Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat\n And the sack of weed straight out of control\n Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters\n And tha po-po as well\n Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell\n Nigga really can't tell, so why?\n Prepare for the worst and hope for the best\n And the rest as written, some wanna treat my\n Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin\n Could I be? Come a little bit closer\n Why you cautious when you approach us?\n Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo' Thug\n Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over\n Under my halo pray mo' say Mo' Thug wit love\n To tha depth that tha game goes\n Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.\n\n Nigga better roll than get rolled over\n We shuttin' shit down, and you\n Know a nigga love to get buck wild\n Pow come fuck wit me now (now, now)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Thug (?) my hood is drug prison and eating\n Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?\n Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)\n Why is my mind spinnin? Nigga Then I'll say hey, fuck it\n My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin\n Was one of the reasons I'm thuggin\n Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin\n What is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me\n You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)\n Cause I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe\n Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone\n But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)\n But it(?) Trust in mine, alright then we can roll. (roll, roll)\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Cause you're, too young, mama, and daddy, when ya\n Lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y'all breakin' up\n Doin'it layin' down. What went wrong?\n Was it me? But I ain't mad at'cha\n Cause outta all that shit I got two sista's and a brother\n And I learned to harmony\n On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where\n I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair\n That's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man\n Gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man\n He talks with his hand\n Come come creep on tha streets with me\n That's where I learned how to sell drugs\n It's where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs\n It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine\n So I creep and I (grind) knock knock, kick you down, doors scared a nigga sleep give it up or you're dyin\n And I know that shit was wrong but\n Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me\n Cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from)\n Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, Rest in peace til the end of (?)\n We survivors, that's why we be.\n\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family\n This is my family, this is my family, my family.\n\n Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy\n Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag\n Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin' damaged bodies dragged off,\n Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin'\n Playa (hatin') it's getting contagious\n Why do these niggaz think they can break us?\n Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab\n What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then\n They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death\n We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same\n But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?\n\n ((Flesh) So we let the record show,\n That 44 mag 'll tag'em scatter them niggz who try to compete with the platinum.\n Harmony callin' me follow me down to tha corner slip\n Up and you're gonna get blasted\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealous then nigga drop\n What do you wanna dis me for? Jealousy nigga drop\n Nigga we been chill plottin thats why them triggaz be cocked every time. Shoot em\n 99 times out of 100 we gon' dis somebody, somebody\n Niggaz trippin(Yeah) y'all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies Mo Mighty's y'all\n Find us smokin' that grass\n Nigga pass tha (pump)Ay Rip, aint takin a loss and wakin up in\n Their coffin. Oh we get at all of these playa hatas man but when we come they run\n I don't know what got to me, but then me nigga they'll all fall down\n I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down\n Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love still niggaz\n Wanna test my nuts sayin' nigga you know that (that, that, that)\n Bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz\n Bad, bad. Them thugsta niggaz stay strapped\n (I figures you knowthat, that, that, that) What does it take to bust back?\n Yeah, yeah, (my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that)\n Yeah yeah. It's 19 90 90 90 90 90... it's almost\n 1990 90 90 90 90, it's almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9...\n"}]