[{"id":33054614,"name":"Let the Law End","trackName":"Let the Law End","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"Bone_Thugs-N-Harmony-The_Art_Of_War-2CD-FLAC-1997-PERFECT","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck 'em, let the law end\n'Cause we simply get the raw end\nCoffins open, dump 'em all in\n\nNine millimeters, three-eighty's\nYou're feelin' me kill 'em, 'cause I go with plenty artillery\nCome and get showed, there'll be gauges and uzis\nLet us begin with bullets\nCan't none of ya break off a niggas from prison\nAnd let 'em come with us - retaliation\nWe come and blast 'em with leather masks on\nLet loose\n\nYou need beware when your rollin' down the Clair\nThese niggas is killas, try to feel us\nThuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland\nWe steadily creepin' on ya\nAnd you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep\nHo-check, you don't wanna fuck with Bone\nLet loose\n\nNigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it\nThen he better shoot\nNigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue\nNever repsect you, blowin' your chest through\nLabelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' it again\nAnd I'm in it to the finish, better check my manuscript\nKilla, for realer, drugdealer, little nigga, cap peeler\nBailin' through the Land equipped\nWhen I grips the grip, pump, shot it, shot it\nJump off in my hottie\nNigga lodi dodi, rollin' through your party\nFin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah\n\nWhen I storm my cause up outta domes, get me, badge\nWar anytime I roll\nCome with the war, then you're gonna get yours\nExpect the four nigga ring yo doors\nAnd don't you diminish\nTil I finish you with it or you would missed it\nOn the hit list, couldn't resist it\nNigga, you risk it, here to stick with it\nTo the po-po, you know;\nWho don't roll in a sixty-fo' Impala go\nLurk, better searchin' all the doors\nRunnin' through crouds 'til I get to Mexico\nGo, nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with talent\nLittle Rip gets so sadistic it's story of (story of story of)\n\nKillin' for my niggas steady got up in the pen\nDepend on me, let 'em leave\nWell, we better flee, set 'em all free, give up the game\nBut I love the way the thugstas stay\nAnd when our niggas really get to poppin' at the cops\nYou'll be lookin' at a hell of a war\nMuthafucka done rocked the boat\nAnd we nigga fin to even the score\nNigga drank to much, took to much\nNo surrender, no you're never gonna catch me\nNever gonna catch me, catch me\nI'll keep runnin', I'll keep runnin' for my life\nAnd duckin' bullets while you're tryin' to ruin me\n'Quicker the copper\nThe quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop ya\nWe shot ya\nWe shot ya\nHey, my niggas boxed ya\n\nMy nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin'\nPac got his got headlight ahead of me\nKeep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end\nOpen the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in\nQuit doggin' all the juice, runnin' loose for my crew\nOh, what I'm gonna do is take a bite of the forbidden fruit\nAnd never seen us shoot\nIf I could be the 187 on you\nFlesh-N-Bone got the chrome, and it's on\nFor the next that get wrong\nHere's my TEC, and it's on, they they won't disrespect\nThen sleep with the rest\nDon't even expect, 'cause you ain't goin' home\nWho's next? Bring it on, whoever wanna flex\nThink it no thang for me get with you\nAll up in your shit, quick when I split up your wig\nYour brain gon' hang\n\nFuck 'em, let the law end\n'Cause we simply get the raw end\nCoffins open, dump 'em all in","syncedLyrics":"[00:24.85] Fuck 'em, let the law end\n[00:26.86] 'Cause we simply get the raw end\n[00:29.22] Coffins open, dump 'em all in\n[00:37.85] Nine millimeters, three-eighty's\n[00:38.83] You're feelin' me kill 'em, 'cause I go with plenty artillery\n[00:41.02] Come and get showed, there'll be gauges and uzis\n[00:42.74] Let us begin with bullets\n[00:43.60] Can't none of ya break off a niggas from prison\n[00:45.30] And let 'em come with us - retaliation\n[00:47.51] We come and blast 'em with leather masks on\n[00:49.82] Let loose\n[00:50.23] You need beware when your rollin' down the Clair\n[00:51.99] These niggas is killas, try to feel us\n[00:53.78] Thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland\n[00:55.67] We steadily creepin' on ya\n[00:57.15] And you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep\n[01:00.50] Ho-check, you don't wanna fuck with Bone\n[01:03.13] Let loose\n[01:03.94] Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it\n[01:04.97] Then he better shoot\n[01:05.79] Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue\n[01:07.38] Never repsect you, blowin' your chest through\n[01:09.21] Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' it again\n[01:10.79] And I'm in it to the finish, better check my manuscript\n[01:12.56] Killa, for realer, drugdealer, little nigga, cap peeler\n[01:14.54] Bailin' through the Land equipped\n[01:15.90] When I grips the grip, pump, shot it, shot it\n[01:17.59] Jump off in my hottie\n[01:18.83] Nigga lodi dodi, rollin' through your party\n[01:20.20] Fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah\n[01:21.57] When I storm my cause up outta domes, get me, badge\n[01:23.69] War anytime I roll\n[01:24.87] Come with the war, then you're gonna get yours\n[01:26.49] Expect the four nigga ring yo doors\n[01:28.34] And don't you diminish\n[01:29.80] Til I finish you with it or you would missed it\n[01:31.41] On the hit list, couldn't resist it\n[01:32.99] Nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it\n[01:34.51] To the po-po, you know;\n[01:35.82] Who don't roll in a sixty-fo' Impala go\n[01:37.80] Lurk, better searchin' all the doors\n[01:39.43] Runnin' through crouds 'til I get to Mexico\n[01:41.05] Go, nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with talent\n[01:44.80] Little Rip gets so sadistic it's story of (story of story of)\n[01:47.12] Killin' for my niggas steady got up in the pen\n[01:48.52] Depend on me, let 'em leave\n[01:49.05] Well, we better flee, set 'em all free, give up the game\n[01:51.82] But I love the way the thugstas stay\n[01:53.76] And when our niggas really get to poppin' at the cops\n[01:55.30] You'll be lookin' at a hell of a war\n[01:56.59] Muthafucka done rocked the boat\n[01:57.85] And we nigga fin to even the score\n[01:59.08] Nigga drank to much, took to much\n[02:01.09] No surrender, no you're never gonna catch me\n[02:04.55] Never gonna catch me, catch me\n[02:06.94] I'll keep runnin', I'll keep runnin' for my life\n[02:10.74] And duckin' bullets while you're tryin' to ruin me\n[02:13.54] 'Quicker the copper\n[02:14.34] The quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop ya\n[02:15.88] We shot ya\n[02:16.84] We shot ya\n[02:17.61] Hey, my niggas boxed ya\n[02:18.87] My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin'\n[02:20.32] Pac got his got headlight ahead of me\n[02:22.22] Keep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end\n[02:23.54] Open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in\n[02:25.16] Quit doggin' all the juice, runnin' loose for my crew\n[02:27.17] Oh, what I'm gonna do is take a bite of the forbidden fruit\n[02:29.19] And never seen us shoot\n[02:30.18] If I could be the 187 on you\n[02:30.92] Flesh-N-Bone got the chrome, and it's on\n[02:32.52] For the next that get wrong\n[02:33.48] Here's my TEC, and it's on, they they won't disrespect\n[02:35.18] Then sleep with the rest\n[02:36.10] Don't even expect, 'cause you ain't goin' home\n[02:37.60] Who's next? 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Bring it on, whoever wanna flex\nThink it no thang for me get with you\nAll up in your shit, quick when I split up your wig\nYour brain gon' hang\n\nFuck 'em, let the law end\n'Cause we simply get the raw end\nCoffins open, dump 'em all in","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Let The Law End\n artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n album: The Art of War\n duration_ms: 216000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Fuck 'em, let the law end\n 'Cause we simply get the raw end\n Coffins open, dump 'em all in\n\n Nine millimeters, three-eighty's\n You're feelin' me kill 'em, 'cause I go with plenty artillery\n Come and get showed, there'll be gauges and uzis\n Let us begin with bullets\n Can't none of ya break off a niggas from prison\n And let 'em come with us - retaliation\n We come and blast 'em with leather masks on\n Let loose\n\n You need beware when your rollin' down the Clair\n These niggas is killas, try to feel us\n Thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland\n We steadily creepin' on ya\n And you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep\n Ho-check, you don't wanna fuck with Bone\n Let loose\n\n Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it\n Then he better shoot\n Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue\n Never repsect you, blowin' your chest through\n Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' it again\n And I'm in it to the finish, better check my manuscript\n Killa, for realer, drugdealer, little nigga, cap peeler\n Bailin' through the Land equipped\n When I grips the grip, pump, shot it, shot it\n Jump off in my hottie\n Nigga lodi dodi, rollin' through your party\n Fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah\n\n When I storm my cause up outta domes, get me, badge\n War anytime I roll\n Come with the war, then you're gonna get yours\n Expect the four nigga ring yo doors\n And don't you diminish\n Til I finish you with it or you would missed it\n On the hit list, couldn't resist it\n Nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it\n To the po-po, you know;\n Who don't roll in a sixty-fo' Impala go\n Lurk, better searchin' all the doors\n Runnin' through crouds 'til I get to Mexico\n Go, nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with talent\n Little Rip gets so sadistic it's story of (story of story of)\n\n Killin' for my niggas steady got up in the pen\n Depend on me, let 'em leave\n Well, we better flee, set 'em all free, give up the game\n But I love the way the thugstas stay\n And when our niggas really get to poppin' at the cops\n You'll be lookin' at a hell of a war\n Muthafucka done rocked the boat\n And we nigga fin to even the score\n Nigga drank to much, took to much\n No surrender, no you're never gonna catch me\n Never gonna catch me, catch me\n I'll keep runnin', I'll keep runnin' for my life\n And duckin' bullets while you're tryin' to ruin me\n 'Quicker the copper\n The quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop ya\n We shot ya\n We shot ya\n Hey, my niggas boxed ya\n\n My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin'\n Pac got his got headlight ahead of me\n Keep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end\n Open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in\n Quit doggin' all the juice, runnin' loose for my crew\n Oh, what I'm gonna do is take a bite of the forbidden fruit\n And never seen us shoot\n If I could be the 187 on you\n Flesh-N-Bone got the chrome, and it's on\n For the next that get wrong\n Here's my TEC, and it's on, they they won't disrespect\n Then sleep with the rest\n Don't even expect, 'cause you ain't goin' home\n Who's next? 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text: Never gonna catch me, catch me\n start_ms: 124550\n end_ms: 126940\n- text: I'll keep runnin', I'll keep runnin' for my life\n start_ms: 126940\n end_ms: 130740\n- text: And duckin' bullets while you're tryin' to ruin me\n start_ms: 130740\n end_ms: 133540\n- text: '''Quicker the copper'\n start_ms: 133540\n end_ms: 134340\n- text: The quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop ya\n start_ms: 134340\n end_ms: 135880\n- text: We shot ya\n start_ms: 135880\n end_ms: 136840\n- text: We shot ya\n start_ms: 136840\n end_ms: 137610\n- text: Hey, my niggas boxed ya\n start_ms: 137610\n end_ms: 138870\n- text: My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin'\n start_ms: 138870\n end_ms: 140320\n- text: Pac got his got headlight ahead of me\n start_ms: 140320\n end_ms: 142220\n- text: Keep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end\n start_ms: 142220\n end_ms: 143540\n- text: Open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in\n start_ms: 143540\n end_ms: 145160\n- text: Quit doggin' all the 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