[{"id":28282997,"name":"Murder One","trackName":"Murder One","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"B.T.N.H. Resurrection","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Flesh N Bone\n\nWe in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\nAnd I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\nCaught up in the doom prepare for Satan\nWe facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\nHeavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\nOr will I burn off in that lake now,\nCould you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\nHow many wait it's too late it's over now\nNiggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\nHaving a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\nBetta plead to bloody Jesus\nWatch how the majesty control it\nDon't let it go slow down hold on\nNow can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\nI'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\nSmooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\nI got designed when the world drop dimes\nThis world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\nBizzy Bone\n\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One,\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One\nMurder them mo\n2: Bizzy Bone\n\nIf the world should end today!\nFully automatic gunning through it\nGunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\nMo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\nSwallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\nEnemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\nMaking me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\nMy Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\nIt's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\nWho wanna magnum?\nWho wanna tag 'em?\nBag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\nSmoked out in high school\nSleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\nGotta get paid we in the kitchen\nCooking up grade and baby go on go grym\nHold on, motherfucking gun\nAnother fifth took one hood shot she split up\nTalking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\nSo huff and make it settle\n\n3: Layzie Bone\n\nMake me push this panic button nigga\nWe moving like the Panthers in the sixties\nKhaki suited booted my thugs recruited\nYou wit me nigga you wit me\nMillitant minded perfect timing it\nAlways on the incline ah shit\nNigga that's down for the grind ah shit\nKeeping real niggas rewinding this,\nDeep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\nWe call it thieving mind deceiving\nHear the reasons for hustling season\nBottom line money is power\nAnd the power mean muscle\nMoney and guns stacked up to the ceiling\nNigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\nNow nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\nWell I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\nScream M-O-G and start blasting\nNigga never did like them boyz in blue\nNo regards for authorities,\nWanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\nOh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\nKnow what I mean you betta get wid the team\nCause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\nWe from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\nTo let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\nGot my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\nJust as those hoes nigga rose\nOn ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\nSeparated mine through prose,\nOpen and close just like a case\nPlace to place ya feeling ya safe\nHB all up in my face,\nAnd it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\nI'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\nBoy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\nSee me I'm stacked and ripping shit\nTaking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\nTattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\nSkull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\nReady to buck on the crowd,\nAs long as that one little nigga\nSagging and bragging and talking loud\nTalking about he bout it bout it\nNigga I got yo whole clik\nReal niggas don't run they mouth\nReal niggas make moves and get rich\n\n4: Flesh N Bone\n\nMobbing in ah Expedition\nThinking of ah proposition\nSettle my composition\nFeeling relentless fucking up gun condition\nMo murda competition,\nHow many niggas on the frontline\nReady for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\nNigga disrespect mine,\nHow will you lose the chalk\nFor marrow rip through thine spine\nIf you wanna listen to what I say\nHey gotta pay intuition,\nThis ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\nCause, my niggas, to exquisite\nI'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\nHere's a nice slug for you\nAnd my nitrogen glyc bomb\nCan land on them newly morgue\nI watch when they all come stormin'\nSo when my one hit 'em up they fall\nLet off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\nBullets haul\n\n4x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder One\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: B.T.N.H. Resurrection\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Flesh N Bone\n\n  We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\n  And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\n  Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan\n  We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\n  Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\n  Or will I burn off in that lake now,\n  Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\n  How many wait it's too late it's over now\n  Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\n  Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\n  Betta plead to bloody Jesus\n  Watch how the majesty control it\n  Don't let it go slow down hold on\n  Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\n  I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\n  Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\n  I got designed when the world drop dimes\n  This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\n  Bizzy Bone\n\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One,\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One\n  Murder them mo\n  2: Bizzy Bone\n\n  If the world should end today!\n  Fully automatic gunning through it\n  Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\n  Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\n  Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\n  Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\n  Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\n  My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\n  It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\n  Who wanna magnum?\n  Who wanna tag 'em?\n  Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\n  Smoked out in high school\n  Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\n  Gotta get paid we in the kitchen\n  Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym\n  Hold on, motherfucking gun\n  Another fifth took one hood shot she split up\n  Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\n  So huff and make it settle\n\n  3: Layzie Bone\n\n  Make me push this panic button nigga\n  We moving like the Panthers in the sixties\n  Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited\n  You wit me nigga you wit me\n  Millitant minded perfect timing it\n  Always on the incline ah shit\n  Nigga that's down for the grind ah shit\n  Keeping real niggas rewinding this,\n  Deep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\n  We call it thieving mind deceiving\n  Hear the reasons for hustling season\n  Bottom line money is power\n  And the power mean muscle\n  Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling\n  Nigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\n  Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\n  Well I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\n  Scream M-O-G and start blasting\n  Nigga never did like them boyz in blue\n  No regards for authorities,\n  Wanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\n  Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\n  Know what I mean you betta get wid the team\n  Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\n  We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\n  To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\n  Got my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\n  Just as those hoes nigga rose\n  On ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\n  Separated mine through prose,\n  Open and close just like a case\n  Place to place ya feeling ya safe\n  HB all up in my face,\n  And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\n  I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\n  Boy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\n  See me I'm stacked and ripping shit\n  Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\n  Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\n  Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\n  Ready to buck on the crowd,\n  As long as that one little nigga\n  Sagging and bragging and talking loud\n  Talking about he bout it bout it\n  Nigga I got yo whole clik\n  Real niggas don't run they mouth\n  Real niggas make moves and get rich\n\n  4: Flesh N Bone\n\n  Mobbing in ah Expedition\n  Thinking of ah proposition\n  Settle my composition\n  Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition\n  Mo murda competition,\n  How many niggas on the frontline\n  Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\n  Nigga disrespect mine,\n  How will you lose the chalk\n  For marrow rip through thine spine\n  If you wanna listen to what I say\n  Hey gotta pay intuition,\n  This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\n  Cause, my niggas, to exquisite\n  I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\n  Here's a nice slug for you\n  And my nitrogen glyc bomb\n  Can land on them newly morgue\n  I watch when they all come stormin'\n  So when my one hit 'em up they fall\n  Let off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\n  Bullets haul\n\n  4x\n"},{"id":37375683,"name":"Murder One","trackName":"Murder One","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Btnhresurrection","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Flesh N Bone\n\nWe in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\nAnd I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\nCaught up in the doom prepare for Satan\nWe facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\nHeavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\nOr will I burn off in that lake now,\nCould you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\nHow many wait it's too late it's over now\nNiggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\nHaving a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\nBetta plead to bloody Jesus\nWatch how the majesty control it\nDon't let it go slow down hold on\nNow can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\nI'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\nSmooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\nI got designed when the world drop dimes\nThis world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\nBizzy Bone\n\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One,\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One\nMurder them mo\n2: Bizzy Bone\n\nIf the world should end today!\nFully automatic gunning through it\nGunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\nMo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\nSwallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\nEnemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\nMaking me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\nMy Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\nIt's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\nWho wanna magnum?\nWho wanna tag 'em?\nBag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\nSmoked out in high school\nSleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\nGotta get paid we in the kitchen\nCooking up grade and baby go on go grym\nHold on, motherfucking gun\nAnother fifth took one hood shot she split up\nTalking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\nSo huff and make it settle\n\n3: Layzie Bone\n\nMake me push this panic button nigga\nWe moving like the Panthers in the sixties\nKhaki suited booted my thugs recruited\nYou wit me nigga you wit me\nMillitant minded perfect timing it\nAlways on the incline ah shit\nNigga that's down for the grind ah shit\nKeeping real niggas rewinding this,\nDeep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\nWe call it thieving mind deceiving\nHear the reasons for hustling season\nBottom line money is power\nAnd the power mean muscle\nMoney and guns stacked up to the ceiling\nNigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\nNow nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\nWell I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\nScream M-O-G and start blasting\nNigga never did like them boyz in blue\nNo regards for authorities,\nWanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\nOh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\nKnow what I mean you betta get wid the team\nCause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\nWe from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\nTo let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\nGot my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\nJust as those hoes nigga rose\nOn ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\nSeparated mine through prose,\nOpen and close just like a case\nPlace to place ya feeling ya safe\nHB all up in my face,\nAnd it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\nI'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\nBoy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\nSee me I'm stacked and ripping shit\nTaking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\nTattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\nSkull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\nReady to buck on the crowd,\nAs long as that one little nigga\nSagging and bragging and talking loud\nTalking about he bout it bout it\nNigga I got yo whole clik\nReal niggas don't run they mouth\nReal niggas make moves and get rich\n\n4: Flesh N Bone\n\nMobbing in ah Expedition\nThinking of ah proposition\nSettle my composition\nFeeling relentless fucking up gun condition\nMo murda competition,\nHow many niggas on the frontline\nReady for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\nNigga disrespect mine,\nHow will you lose the chalk\nFor marrow rip through thine spine\nIf you wanna listen to what I say\nHey gotta pay intuition,\nThis ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\nCause, my niggas, to exquisite\nI'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\nHere's a nice slug for you\nAnd my nitrogen glyc bomb\nCan land on them newly morgue\nI watch when they all come stormin'\nSo when my one hit 'em up they fall\nLet off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\nBullets haul\n\n4x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder One\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Btnhresurrection\n  duration_ms: 316459\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Flesh N Bone\n\n  We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\n  And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\n  Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan\n  We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\n  Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\n  Or will I burn off in that lake now,\n  Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\n  How many wait it's too late it's over now\n  Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\n  Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\n  Betta plead to bloody Jesus\n  Watch how the majesty control it\n  Don't let it go slow down hold on\n  Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\n  I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\n  Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\n  I got designed when the world drop dimes\n  This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\n  Bizzy Bone\n\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One,\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One\n  Murder them mo\n  2: Bizzy Bone\n\n  If the world should end today!\n  Fully automatic gunning through it\n  Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\n  Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\n  Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\n  Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\n  Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\n  My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\n  It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\n  Who wanna magnum?\n  Who wanna tag 'em?\n  Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\n  Smoked out in high school\n  Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\n  Gotta get paid we in the kitchen\n  Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym\n  Hold on, motherfucking gun\n  Another fifth took one hood shot she split up\n  Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\n  So huff and make it settle\n\n  3: Layzie Bone\n\n  Make me push this panic button nigga\n  We moving like the Panthers in the sixties\n  Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited\n  You wit me nigga you wit me\n  Millitant minded perfect timing it\n  Always on the incline ah shit\n  Nigga that's down for the grind ah shit\n  Keeping real niggas rewinding this,\n  Deep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\n  We call it thieving mind deceiving\n  Hear the reasons for hustling season\n  Bottom line money is power\n  And the power mean muscle\n  Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling\n  Nigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\n  Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\n  Well I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\n  Scream M-O-G and start blasting\n  Nigga never did like them boyz in blue\n  No regards for authorities,\n  Wanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\n  Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\n  Know what I mean you betta get wid the team\n  Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\n  We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\n  To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\n  Got my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\n  Just as those hoes nigga rose\n  On ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\n  Separated mine through prose,\n  Open and close just like a case\n  Place to place ya feeling ya safe\n  HB all up in my face,\n  And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\n  I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\n  Boy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\n  See me I'm stacked and ripping shit\n  Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\n  Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\n  Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\n  Ready to buck on the crowd,\n  As long as that one little nigga\n  Sagging and bragging and talking loud\n  Talking about he bout it bout it\n  Nigga I got yo whole clik\n  Real niggas don't run they mouth\n  Real niggas make moves and get rich\n\n  4: Flesh N Bone\n\n  Mobbing in ah Expedition\n  Thinking of ah proposition\n  Settle my composition\n  Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition\n  Mo murda competition,\n  How many niggas on the frontline\n  Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\n  Nigga disrespect mine,\n  How will you lose the chalk\n  For marrow rip through thine spine\n  If you wanna listen to what I say\n  Hey gotta pay intuition,\n  This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\n  Cause, my niggas, to exquisite\n  I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\n  Here's a nice slug for you\n  And my nitrogen glyc bomb\n  Can land on them newly morgue\n  I watch when they all come stormin'\n  So when my one hit 'em up they fall\n  Let off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\n  Bullets haul\n\n  4x\n"},{"id":4818729,"name":"Murder One","trackName":"Murder One","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"BTNHRESURRECTION","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Flesh N Bone\n\nWe in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\nAnd I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\nCaught up in the doom prepare for Satan\nWe facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\nHeavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\nOr will I burn off in that lake now,\nCould you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\nHow many wait it's too late it's over now\nNiggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\nHaving a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\nBetta plead to bloody Jesus\nWatch how the majesty control it\nDon't let it go slow down hold on\nNow can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\nI'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\nSmooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\nI got designed when the world drop dimes\nThis world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\nBizzy Bone\n\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One,\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One\nMurder them mo\n2: Bizzy Bone\n\nIf the world should end today!\nFully automatic gunning through it\nGunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\nMo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\nSwallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\nEnemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\nMaking me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\nMy Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\nIt's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\nWho wanna magnum?\nWho wanna tag 'em?\nBag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\nSmoked out in high school\nSleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\nGotta get paid we in the kitchen\nCooking up grade and baby go on go grym\nHold on, motherfucking gun\nAnother fifth took one hood shot she split up\nTalking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\nSo huff and make it settle\n\n3: Layzie Bone\n\nMake me push this panic button nigga\nWe moving like the Panthers in the sixties\nKhaki suited booted my thugs recruited\nYou wit me nigga you wit me\nMillitant minded perfect timing it\nAlways on the incline ah shit\nNigga that's down for the grind ah shit\nKeeping real niggas rewinding this,\nDeep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\nWe call it thieving mind deceiving\nHear the reasons for hustling season\nBottom line money is power\nAnd the power mean muscle\nMoney and guns stacked up to the ceiling\nNigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\nNow nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\nWell I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\nScream M-O-G and start blasting\nNigga never did like them boyz in blue\nNo regards for authorities,\nWanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\nOh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\nKnow what I mean you betta get wid the team\nCause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\nWe from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\nTo let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\nGot my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\nJust as those hoes nigga rose\nOn ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\nSeparated mine through prose,\nOpen and close just like a case\nPlace to place ya feeling ya safe\nHB all up in my face,\nAnd it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\nI'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\nBoy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\nSee me I'm stacked and ripping shit\nTaking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\nTattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\nSkull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\nReady to buck on the crowd,\nAs long as that one little nigga\nSagging and bragging and talking loud\nTalking about he bout it bout it\nNigga I got yo whole clik\nReal niggas don't run they mouth\nReal niggas make moves and get rich\n\n4: Flesh N Bone\n\nMobbing in ah Expedition\nThinking of ah proposition\nSettle my composition\nFeeling relentless fucking up gun condition\nMo murda competition,\nHow many niggas on the frontline\nReady for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\nNigga disrespect mine,\nHow will you lose the chalk\nFor marrow rip through thine spine\nIf you wanna listen to what I say\nHey gotta pay intuition,\nThis ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\nCause, my niggas, to exquisite\nI'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\nHere's a nice slug for you\nAnd my nitrogen glyc bomb\nCan land on them newly morgue\nI watch when they all come stormin'\nSo when my one hit 'em up they fall\nLet off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\nBullets haul\n\n4x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder One\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: BTNHRESURRECTION\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Flesh N Bone\n\n  We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\n  And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\n  Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan\n  We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\n  Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\n  Or will I burn off in that lake now,\n  Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\n  How many wait it's too late it's over now\n  Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\n  Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\n  Betta plead to bloody Jesus\n  Watch how the majesty control it\n  Don't let it go slow down hold on\n  Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\n  I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\n  Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\n  I got designed when the world drop dimes\n  This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\n  Bizzy Bone\n\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One,\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One\n  Murder them mo\n  2: Bizzy Bone\n\n  If the world should end today!\n  Fully automatic gunning through it\n  Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\n  Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\n  Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\n  Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\n  Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\n  My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\n  It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\n  Who wanna magnum?\n  Who wanna tag 'em?\n  Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\n  Smoked out in high school\n  Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\n  Gotta get paid we in the kitchen\n  Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym\n  Hold on, motherfucking gun\n  Another fifth took one hood shot she split up\n  Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\n  So huff and make it settle\n\n  3: Layzie Bone\n\n  Make me push this panic button nigga\n  We moving like the Panthers in the sixties\n  Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited\n  You wit me nigga you wit me\n  Millitant minded perfect timing it\n  Always on the incline ah shit\n  Nigga that's down for the grind ah shit\n  Keeping real niggas rewinding this,\n  Deep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\n  We call it thieving mind deceiving\n  Hear the reasons for hustling season\n  Bottom line money is power\n  And the power mean muscle\n  Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling\n  Nigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\n  Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\n  Well I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\n  Scream M-O-G and start blasting\n  Nigga never did like them boyz in blue\n  No regards for authorities,\n  Wanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\n  Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\n  Know what I mean you betta get wid the team\n  Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\n  We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\n  To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\n  Got my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\n  Just as those hoes nigga rose\n  On ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\n  Separated mine through prose,\n  Open and close just like a case\n  Place to place ya feeling ya safe\n  HB all up in my face,\n  And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\n  I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\n  Boy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\n  See me I'm stacked and ripping shit\n  Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\n  Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\n  Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\n  Ready to buck on the crowd,\n  As long as that one little nigga\n  Sagging and bragging and talking loud\n  Talking about he bout it bout it\n  Nigga I got yo whole clik\n  Real niggas don't run they mouth\n  Real niggas make moves and get rich\n\n  4: Flesh N Bone\n\n  Mobbing in ah Expedition\n  Thinking of ah proposition\n  Settle my composition\n  Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition\n  Mo murda competition,\n  How many niggas on the frontline\n  Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\n  Nigga disrespect mine,\n  How will you lose the chalk\n  For marrow rip through thine spine\n  If you wanna listen to what I say\n  Hey gotta pay intuition,\n  This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\n  Cause, my niggas, to exquisite\n  I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\n  Here's a nice slug for you\n  And my nitrogen glyc bomb\n  Can land on them newly morgue\n  I watch when they all come stormin'\n  So when my one hit 'em up they fall\n  Let off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\n  Bullets haul\n\n  4x\n"},{"id":6671523,"name":"Murder One","trackName":"Murder One","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"BTNHResurrection","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Flesh N Bone\n\nWe in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\nAnd I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\nCaught up in the doom prepare for Satan\nWe facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\nHeavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\nOr will I burn off in that lake now,\nCould you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\nHow many wait it's too late it's over now\nNiggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\nHaving a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\nBetta plead to bloody Jesus\nWatch how the majesty control it\nDon't let it go slow down hold on\nNow can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\nI'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\nSmooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\nI got designed when the world drop dimes\nThis world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\nBizzy Bone\n\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One,\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One\nMurder them mo\n2: Bizzy Bone\n\nIf the world should end today!\nFully automatic gunning through it\nGunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\nMo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\nSwallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\nEnemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\nMaking me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\nMy Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\nIt's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\nWho wanna magnum?\nWho wanna tag 'em?\nBag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\nSmoked out in high school\nSleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\nGotta get paid we in the kitchen\nCooking up grade and baby go on go grym\nHold on, motherfucking gun\nAnother fifth took one hood shot she split up\nTalking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\nSo huff and make it settle\n\n3: Layzie Bone\n\nMake me push this panic button nigga\nWe moving like the Panthers in the sixties\nKhaki suited booted my thugs recruited\nYou wit me nigga you wit me\nMillitant minded perfect timing it\nAlways on the incline ah shit\nNigga that's down for the grind ah shit\nKeeping real niggas rewinding this,\nDeep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\nWe call it thieving mind deceiving\nHear the reasons for hustling season\nBottom line money is power\nAnd the power mean muscle\nMoney and guns stacked up to the ceiling\nNigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\nNow nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\nWell I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\nScream M-O-G and start blasting\nNigga never did like them boyz in blue\nNo regards for authorities,\nWanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\nOh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\nKnow what I mean you betta get wid the team\nCause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\nWe from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\nTo let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\nGot my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\nJust as those hoes nigga rose\nOn ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\nSeparated mine through prose,\nOpen and close just like a case\nPlace to place ya feeling ya safe\nHB all up in my face,\nAnd it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\nI'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\nBoy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\nSee me I'm stacked and ripping shit\nTaking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\nTattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\nSkull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\nReady to buck on the crowd,\nAs long as that one little nigga\nSagging and bragging and talking loud\nTalking about he bout it bout it\nNigga I got yo whole clik\nReal niggas don't run they mouth\nReal niggas make moves and get rich\n\n4: Flesh N Bone\n\nMobbing in ah Expedition\nThinking of ah proposition\nSettle my composition\nFeeling relentless fucking up gun condition\nMo murda competition,\nHow many niggas on the frontline\nReady for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\nNigga disrespect mine,\nHow will you lose the chalk\nFor marrow rip through thine spine\nIf you wanna listen to what I say\nHey gotta pay intuition,\nThis ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\nCause, my niggas, to exquisite\nI'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\nHere's a nice slug for you\nAnd my nitrogen glyc bomb\nCan land on them newly morgue\nI watch when they all come stormin'\nSo when my one hit 'em up they fall\nLet off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\nBullets haul\n\n4x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder One\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: BTNHResurrection\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: 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One, Code Murder One,\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One\n  Murder them mo\n  2: Bizzy Bone\n\n  If the world should end today!\n  Fully automatic gunning through it\n  Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\n  Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\n  Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\n  Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\n  Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\n  My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\n  It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\n  Who wanna magnum?\n  Who wanna tag 'em?\n  Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\n  Smoked out in high school\n  Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\n  Gotta get paid we in the kitchen\n  Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym\n  Hold on, motherfucking gun\n  Another fifth took one hood shot she split up\n  Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\n  So huff and make it settle\n\n  3: Layzie Bone\n\n  Make me push this panic button nigga\n  We moving like the Panthers in the sixties\n  Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited\n  You wit me nigga you wit me\n  Millitant minded perfect timing it\n  Always on the incline ah shit\n  Nigga that's down for the grind ah shit\n  Keeping real niggas rewinding this,\n  Deep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\n  We call it thieving mind deceiving\n  Hear the reasons for hustling season\n  Bottom line money is power\n  And the power mean muscle\n  Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling\n  Nigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\n  Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\n  Well I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\n  Scream M-O-G and start blasting\n  Nigga never did like them boyz in blue\n  No regards for authorities,\n  Wanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\n  Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\n  Know what I mean you betta get wid the team\n  Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\n  We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\n  To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\n  Got my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\n  Just as those hoes nigga rose\n  On ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\n  Separated mine through prose,\n  Open and close just like a case\n  Place to place ya feeling ya safe\n  HB all up in my face,\n  And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\n  I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\n  Boy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\n  See me I'm stacked and ripping shit\n  Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\n  Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\n  Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\n  Ready to buck on the crowd,\n  As long as that one little nigga\n  Sagging and bragging and talking loud\n  Talking about he bout it bout it\n  Nigga I got yo whole clik\n  Real niggas don't run they mouth\n  Real niggas make moves and get rich\n\n  4: Flesh N Bone\n\n  Mobbing in ah Expedition\n  Thinking of ah proposition\n  Settle my composition\n  Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition\n  Mo murda competition,\n  How many niggas on the frontline\n  Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\n  Nigga disrespect mine,\n  How will you lose the chalk\n  For marrow rip through thine spine\n  If you wanna listen to what I say\n  Hey gotta pay intuition,\n  This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\n  Cause, my niggas, to exquisite\n  I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\n  Here's a nice slug for you\n  And my nitrogen glyc bomb\n  Can land on them newly morgue\n  I watch when they all come stormin'\n  So when my one hit 'em up they fall\n  Let off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\n  Bullets haul\n\n  4x\n"},{"id":21102899,"name":"Murder One","trackName":"Murder One","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"BTNH - Resurrection","duration":255.764898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Flesh N Bone\n\nWe in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\nAnd I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\nCaught up in the doom prepare for Satan\nWe facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\nHeavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\nOr will I burn off in that lake now,\nCould you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\nHow many wait it's too late it's over now\nNiggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\nHaving a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\nBetta plead to bloody Jesus\nWatch how the majesty control it\nDon't let it go slow down hold on\nNow can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\nI'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\nSmooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\nI got designed when the world drop dimes\nThis world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\nBizzy Bone\n\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One,\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One\nMurder them mo\n2: Bizzy Bone\n\nIf the world should end today!\nFully automatic gunning through it\nGunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\nMo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\nSwallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\nEnemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\nMaking me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\nMy Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\nIt's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\nWho wanna magnum?\nWho wanna tag 'em?\nBag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\nSmoked out in high school\nSleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\nGotta get paid we in the kitchen\nCooking up grade and baby go on go grym\nHold on, motherfucking gun\nAnother fifth took one hood shot she split up\nTalking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\nSo huff and make it settle\n\n3: Layzie Bone\n\nMake me push this panic button nigga\nWe moving like the Panthers in the sixties\nKhaki suited booted my thugs recruited\nYou wit me nigga you wit me\nMillitant minded perfect timing it\nAlways on the incline ah shit\nNigga that's down for the grind ah shit\nKeeping real niggas rewinding this,\nDeep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\nWe call it thieving mind deceiving\nHear the reasons for hustling season\nBottom line money is power\nAnd the power mean muscle\nMoney and guns stacked up to the ceiling\nNigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\nNow nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\nWell I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\nScream M-O-G and start blasting\nNigga never did like them boyz in blue\nNo regards for authorities,\nWanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\nOh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\nKnow what I mean you betta get wid the team\nCause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\nWe from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\nTo let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\nGot my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\nJust as those hoes nigga rose\nOn ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\nSeparated mine through prose,\nOpen and close just like a case\nPlace to place ya feeling ya safe\nHB all up in my face,\nAnd it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\nI'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\nBoy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\nSee me I'm stacked and ripping shit\nTaking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\nTattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\nSkull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\nReady to buck on the crowd,\nAs long as that one little nigga\nSagging and bragging and talking loud\nTalking about he bout it bout it\nNigga I got yo whole clik\nReal niggas don't run they mouth\nReal niggas make moves and get rich\n\n4: Flesh N Bone\n\nMobbing in ah Expedition\nThinking of ah proposition\nSettle my composition\nFeeling relentless fucking up gun condition\nMo murda competition,\nHow many niggas on the frontline\nReady for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\nNigga disrespect mine,\nHow will you lose the chalk\nFor marrow rip through thine spine\nIf you wanna listen to what I say\nHey gotta pay intuition,\nThis ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\nCause, my niggas, to exquisite\nI'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\nHere's a nice slug for you\nAnd my nitrogen glyc bomb\nCan land on them newly morgue\nI watch when they all come stormin'\nSo when my one hit 'em up they fall\nLet off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\nBullets haul\n\n4x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder One\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: BTNH - Resurrection\n  duration_ms: 255765\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Flesh N Bone\n\n  We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\n  And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\n  Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan\n  We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\n  Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\n  Or will I burn off in that lake now,\n  Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\n  How many wait it's too late it's over now\n  Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\n  Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\n  Betta plead to bloody Jesus\n  Watch how the majesty control it\n  Don't let it go slow down hold on\n  Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\n  I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\n  Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\n  I got designed when the world drop dimes\n  This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\n  Bizzy Bone\n\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One,\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One\n  Murder them mo\n  2: Bizzy Bone\n\n  If the world should end today!\n  Fully automatic gunning through it\n  Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\n  Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\n  Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\n  Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\n  Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\n  My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\n  It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\n  Who wanna magnum?\n  Who wanna tag 'em?\n  Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\n  Smoked out in high school\n  Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\n  Gotta get paid we in the kitchen\n  Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym\n  Hold on, motherfucking gun\n  Another fifth took one hood shot she split up\n  Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\n  So huff and make it settle\n\n  3: Layzie Bone\n\n  Make me push this panic button nigga\n  We moving like the Panthers in the sixties\n  Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited\n  You wit me nigga you wit me\n  Millitant minded perfect timing it\n  Always on the incline ah shit\n  Nigga that's down for the grind ah shit\n  Keeping real niggas rewinding this,\n  Deep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\n  We call it thieving mind deceiving\n  Hear the reasons for hustling season\n  Bottom line money is power\n  And the power mean muscle\n  Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling\n  Nigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\n  Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\n  Well I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\n  Scream M-O-G and start blasting\n  Nigga never did like them boyz in blue\n  No regards for authorities,\n  Wanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\n  Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\n  Know what I mean you betta get wid the team\n  Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\n  We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\n  To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\n  Got my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\n  Just as those hoes nigga rose\n  On ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\n  Separated mine through prose,\n  Open and close just like a case\n  Place to place ya feeling ya safe\n  HB all up in my face,\n  And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\n  I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\n  Boy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\n  See me I'm stacked and ripping shit\n  Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\n  Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\n  Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\n  Ready to buck on the crowd,\n  As long as that one little nigga\n  Sagging and bragging and talking loud\n  Talking about he bout it bout it\n  Nigga I got yo whole clik\n  Real niggas don't run they mouth\n  Real niggas make moves and get rich\n\n  4: Flesh N Bone\n\n  Mobbing in ah Expedition\n  Thinking of ah proposition\n  Settle my composition\n  Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition\n  Mo murda competition,\n  How many niggas on the frontline\n  Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\n  Nigga disrespect mine,\n  How will you lose the chalk\n  For marrow rip through thine spine\n  If you wanna listen to what I say\n  Hey gotta pay intuition,\n  This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\n  Cause, my niggas, to exquisite\n  I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\n  Here's a nice slug for you\n  And my nitrogen glyc bomb\n  Can land on them newly morgue\n  I watch when they all come stormin'\n  So when my one hit 'em up they fall\n  Let off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\n  Bullets haul\n\n  4x\n"},{"id":23464633,"name":"Murder One","trackName":"Murder One","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"BTNH Ressurection","duration":256.073125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Flesh N Bone\n\nWe in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\nAnd I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\nCaught up in the doom prepare for Satan\nWe facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\nHeavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\nOr will I burn off in that lake now,\nCould you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\nHow many wait it's too late it's over now\nNiggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\nHaving a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\nBetta plead to bloody Jesus\nWatch how the majesty control it\nDon't let it go slow down hold on\nNow can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\nI'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\nSmooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\nI got designed when the world drop dimes\nThis world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\nBizzy Bone\n\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One,\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One\nMurder them mo\n2: Bizzy Bone\n\nIf the world should end today!\nFully automatic gunning through it\nGunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\nMo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\nSwallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\nEnemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\nMaking me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\nMy Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\nIt's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\nWho wanna magnum?\nWho wanna tag 'em?\nBag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\nSmoked out in high school\nSleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\nGotta get paid we in the kitchen\nCooking up grade and baby go on go grym\nHold on, motherfucking gun\nAnother fifth took one hood shot she split up\nTalking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\nSo huff and make it settle\n\n3: Layzie Bone\n\nMake me push this panic button nigga\nWe moving like the Panthers in the sixties\nKhaki suited booted my thugs recruited\nYou wit me nigga you wit me\nMillitant minded perfect timing it\nAlways on the incline ah shit\nNigga that's down for the grind ah shit\nKeeping real niggas rewinding this,\nDeep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\nWe call it thieving mind deceiving\nHear the reasons for hustling season\nBottom line money is power\nAnd the power mean muscle\nMoney and guns stacked up to the ceiling\nNigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\nNow nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\nWell I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\nScream M-O-G and start blasting\nNigga never did like them boyz in blue\nNo regards for authorities,\nWanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\nOh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\nKnow what I mean you betta get wid the team\nCause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\nWe from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\nTo let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\nGot my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\nJust as those hoes nigga rose\nOn ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\nSeparated mine through prose,\nOpen and close just like a case\nPlace to place ya feeling ya safe\nHB all up in my face,\nAnd it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\nI'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\nBoy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\nSee me I'm stacked and ripping shit\nTaking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\nTattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\nSkull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\nReady to buck on the crowd,\nAs long as that one little nigga\nSagging and bragging and talking loud\nTalking about he bout it bout it\nNigga I got yo whole clik\nReal niggas don't run they mouth\nReal niggas make moves and get rich\n\n4: Flesh N Bone\n\nMobbing in ah Expedition\nThinking of ah proposition\nSettle my composition\nFeeling relentless fucking up gun condition\nMo murda competition,\nHow many niggas on the frontline\nReady for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\nNigga disrespect mine,\nHow will you lose the chalk\nFor marrow rip through thine spine\nIf you wanna listen to what I say\nHey gotta pay intuition,\nThis ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\nCause, my niggas, to exquisite\nI'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\nHere's a nice slug for you\nAnd my nitrogen glyc bomb\nCan land on them newly morgue\nI watch when they all come stormin'\nSo when my one hit 'em up they fall\nLet off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\nBullets haul\n\n4x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder One\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: BTNH Ressurection\n  duration_ms: 256073\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Flesh N Bone\n\n  We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\n  And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\n  Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan\n  We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\n  Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\n  Or will I burn off in that lake now,\n  Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\n  How many wait it's too late it's over now\n  Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\n  Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\n  Betta plead to bloody Jesus\n  Watch how the majesty control it\n  Don't let it go slow down hold on\n  Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\n  I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\n  Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\n  I got designed when the world drop dimes\n  This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\n  Bizzy Bone\n\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One,\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One\n  Murder them mo\n  2: Bizzy Bone\n\n  If the world should end today!\n  Fully automatic gunning through it\n  Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\n  Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\n  Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\n  Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\n  Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\n  My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\n  It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\n  Who wanna magnum?\n  Who wanna tag 'em?\n  Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\n  Smoked out in high school\n  Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\n  Gotta get paid we in the kitchen\n  Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym\n  Hold on, motherfucking gun\n  Another fifth took one hood shot she split up\n  Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\n  So huff and make it settle\n\n  3: Layzie Bone\n\n  Make me push this panic button nigga\n  We moving like the Panthers in the sixties\n  Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited\n  You wit me nigga you wit me\n  Millitant minded perfect timing it\n  Always on the incline ah shit\n  Nigga that's down for the grind ah shit\n  Keeping real niggas rewinding this,\n  Deep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\n  We call it thieving mind deceiving\n  Hear the reasons for hustling season\n  Bottom line money is power\n  And the power mean muscle\n  Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling\n  Nigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\n  Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\n  Well I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\n  Scream M-O-G and start blasting\n  Nigga never did like them boyz in blue\n  No regards for authorities,\n  Wanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\n  Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\n  Know what I mean you betta get wid the team\n  Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\n  We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\n  To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\n  Got my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\n  Just as those hoes nigga rose\n  On ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\n  Separated mine through prose,\n  Open and close just like a case\n  Place to place ya feeling ya safe\n  HB all up in my face,\n  And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\n  I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\n  Boy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\n  See me I'm stacked and ripping shit\n  Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\n  Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\n  Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\n  Ready to buck on the crowd,\n  As long as that one little nigga\n  Sagging and bragging and talking loud\n  Talking about he bout it bout it\n  Nigga I got yo whole clik\n  Real niggas don't run they mouth\n  Real niggas make moves and get rich\n\n  4: Flesh N Bone\n\n  Mobbing in ah Expedition\n  Thinking of ah proposition\n  Settle my composition\n  Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition\n  Mo murda competition,\n  How many niggas on the frontline\n  Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\n  Nigga disrespect mine,\n  How will you lose the chalk\n  For marrow rip through thine spine\n  If you wanna listen to what I say\n  Hey gotta pay intuition,\n  This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\n  Cause, my niggas, to exquisite\n  I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\n  Here's a nice slug for you\n  And my nitrogen glyc bomb\n  Can land on them newly morgue\n  I watch when they all come stormin'\n  So when my one hit 'em up they fall\n  Let off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\n  Bullets haul\n\n  4x\n"},{"id":24788841,"name":"Murder One","trackName":"Murder One","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Midwest Warriors","duration":332.277551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Flesh N Bone\n\nWe in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\nAnd I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\nCaught up in the doom prepare for Satan\nWe facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\nHeavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\nOr will I burn off in that lake now,\nCould you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\nHow many wait it's too late it's over now\nNiggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\nHaving a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\nBetta plead to bloody Jesus\nWatch how the majesty control it\nDon't let it go slow down hold on\nNow can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\nI'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\nSmooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\nI got designed when the world drop dimes\nThis world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\nBizzy Bone\n\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One,\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One\nMurder them mo\n2: Bizzy Bone\n\nIf the world should end today!\nFully automatic gunning through it\nGunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\nMo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\nSwallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\nEnemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\nMaking me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\nMy Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\nIt's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\nWho wanna magnum?\nWho wanna tag 'em?\nBag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\nSmoked out in high school\nSleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\nGotta get paid we in the kitchen\nCooking up grade and baby go on go grym\nHold on, motherfucking gun\nAnother fifth took one hood shot she split up\nTalking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\nSo huff and make it settle\n\n3: Layzie Bone\n\nMake me push this panic button nigga\nWe moving like the Panthers in the sixties\nKhaki suited booted my thugs recruited\nYou wit me nigga you wit me\nMillitant minded perfect timing it\nAlways on the incline ah shit\nNigga that's down for the grind ah shit\nKeeping real niggas rewinding this,\nDeep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\nWe call it thieving mind deceiving\nHear the reasons for hustling season\nBottom line money is power\nAnd the power mean muscle\nMoney and guns stacked up to the ceiling\nNigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\nNow nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\nWell I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\nScream M-O-G and start blasting\nNigga never did like them boyz in blue\nNo regards for authorities,\nWanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\nOh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\nKnow what I mean you betta get wid the team\nCause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\nWe from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\nTo let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\nGot my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\nJust as those hoes nigga rose\nOn ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\nSeparated mine through prose,\nOpen and close just like a case\nPlace to place ya feeling ya safe\nHB all up in my face,\nAnd it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\nI'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\nBoy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\nSee me I'm stacked and ripping shit\nTaking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\nTattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\nSkull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\nReady to buck on the crowd,\nAs long as that one little nigga\nSagging and bragging and talking loud\nTalking about he bout it bout it\nNigga I got yo whole clik\nReal niggas don't run they mouth\nReal niggas make moves and get rich\n\n4: Flesh N Bone\n\nMobbing in ah Expedition\nThinking of ah proposition\nSettle my composition\nFeeling relentless fucking up gun condition\nMo murda competition,\nHow many niggas on the frontline\nReady for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\nNigga disrespect mine,\nHow will you lose the chalk\nFor marrow rip through thine spine\nIf you wanna listen to what I say\nHey gotta pay intuition,\nThis ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\nCause, my niggas, to exquisite\nI'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\nHere's a nice slug for you\nAnd my nitrogen glyc bomb\nCan land on them newly morgue\nI watch when they all come stormin'\nSo when my one hit 'em up they fall\nLet off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\nBullets haul\n\n4x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder One\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: Midwest Warriors\n  duration_ms: 332278\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Flesh N Bone\n\n  We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\n  And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\n  Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan\n  We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\n  Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\n  Or will I burn off in that lake now,\n  Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\n  How many wait it's too late it's over now\n  Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\n  Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\n  Betta plead to bloody Jesus\n  Watch how the majesty control it\n  Don't let it go slow down hold on\n  Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\n  I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\n  Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\n  I got designed when the world drop dimes\n  This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\n  Bizzy Bone\n\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One,\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One\n  Murder them mo\n  2: Bizzy Bone\n\n  If the world should end today!\n  Fully automatic gunning through it\n  Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\n  Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\n  Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\n  Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\n  Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\n  My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\n  It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\n  Who wanna magnum?\n  Who wanna tag 'em?\n  Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\n  Smoked out in high school\n  Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\n  Gotta get paid we in the kitchen\n  Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym\n  Hold on, motherfucking gun\n  Another fifth took one hood shot she split up\n  Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\n  So huff and make it settle\n\n  3: Layzie Bone\n\n  Make me push this panic button nigga\n  We moving like the Panthers in the sixties\n  Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited\n  You wit me nigga you wit me\n  Millitant minded perfect timing it\n  Always on the incline ah shit\n  Nigga that's down for the grind ah shit\n  Keeping real niggas rewinding this,\n  Deep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\n  We call it thieving mind deceiving\n  Hear the reasons for hustling season\n  Bottom line money is power\n  And the power mean muscle\n  Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling\n  Nigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\n  Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\n  Well I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\n  Scream M-O-G and start blasting\n  Nigga never did like them boyz in blue\n  No regards for authorities,\n  Wanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\n  Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\n  Know what I mean you betta get wid the team\n  Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\n  We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\n  To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\n  Got my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\n  Just as those hoes nigga rose\n  On ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\n  Separated mine through prose,\n  Open and close just like a case\n  Place to place ya feeling ya safe\n  HB all up in my face,\n  And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\n  I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\n  Boy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\n  See me I'm stacked and ripping shit\n  Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\n  Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\n  Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\n  Ready to buck on the crowd,\n  As long as that one little nigga\n  Sagging and bragging and talking loud\n  Talking about he bout it bout it\n  Nigga I got yo whole clik\n  Real niggas don't run they mouth\n  Real niggas make moves and get rich\n\n  4: Flesh N Bone\n\n  Mobbing in ah Expedition\n  Thinking of ah proposition\n  Settle my composition\n  Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition\n  Mo murda competition,\n  How many niggas on the frontline\n  Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\n  Nigga disrespect mine,\n  How will you lose the chalk\n  For marrow rip through thine spine\n  If you wanna listen to what I say\n  Hey gotta pay intuition,\n  This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\n  Cause, my niggas, to exquisite\n  I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\n  Here's a nice slug for you\n  And my nitrogen glyc bomb\n  Can land on them newly morgue\n  I watch when they all come stormin'\n  So when my one hit 'em up they fall\n  Let off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\n  Bullets haul\n\n  4x\n"},{"id":12763703,"name":"Murder One","trackName":"Murder One","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Resurrection","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Flesh N Bone\n\nWe in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\nAnd I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\nCaught up in the doom prepare for Satan\nWe facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\nHeavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\nOr will I burn off in that lake now,\nCould you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\nHow many wait it's too late it's over now\nNiggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\nHaving a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\nBetta plead to bloody Jesus\nWatch how the majesty control it\nDon't let it go slow down hold on\nNow can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\nI'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\nSmooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\nI got designed when the world drop dimes\nThis world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\nBizzy Bone\n\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One,\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One\nMurder them mo\n2: Bizzy Bone\n\nIf the world should end today!\nFully automatic gunning through it\nGunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\nMo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\nSwallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\nEnemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\nMaking me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\nMy Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\nIt's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\nWho wanna magnum?\nWho wanna tag 'em?\nBag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\nSmoked out in high school\nSleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\nGotta get paid we in the kitchen\nCooking up grade and baby go on go grym\nHold on, motherfucking gun\nAnother fifth took one hood shot she split up\nTalking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\nSo huff and make it settle\n\n3: Layzie Bone\n\nMake me push this panic button nigga\nWe moving like the Panthers in the sixties\nKhaki suited booted my thugs recruited\nYou wit me nigga you wit me\nMillitant minded perfect timing it\nAlways on the incline ah shit\nNigga that's down for the grind ah shit\nKeeping real niggas rewinding this,\nDeep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\nWe call it thieving mind deceiving\nHear the reasons for hustling season\nBottom line money is power\nAnd the power mean muscle\nMoney and guns stacked up to the ceiling\nNigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\nNow nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\nWell I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\nScream M-O-G and start blasting\nNigga never did like them boyz in blue\nNo regards for authorities,\nWanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\nOh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\nKnow what I mean you betta get wid the team\nCause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\nWe from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\nTo let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\nGot my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\nJust as those hoes nigga rose\nOn ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\nSeparated mine through prose,\nOpen and close just like a case\nPlace to place ya feeling ya safe\nHB all up in my face,\nAnd it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\nI'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\nBoy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\nSee me I'm stacked and ripping shit\nTaking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\nTattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\nSkull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\nReady to buck on the crowd,\nAs long as that one little nigga\nSagging and bragging and talking loud\nTalking about he bout it bout it\nNigga I got yo whole clik\nReal niggas don't run they mouth\nReal niggas make moves and get rich\n\n4: Flesh N Bone\n\nMobbing in ah Expedition\nThinking of ah proposition\nSettle my composition\nFeeling relentless fucking up gun condition\nMo murda competition,\nHow many niggas on the frontline\nReady for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\nNigga disrespect mine,\nHow will you lose the chalk\nFor marrow rip through thine spine\nIf you wanna listen to what I say\nHey gotta pay intuition,\nThis ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\nCause, my niggas, to exquisite\nI'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\nHere's a nice slug for you\nAnd my nitrogen glyc bomb\nCan land on them newly morgue\nI watch when they all come stormin'\nSo when my one hit 'em up they fall\nLet off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\nBullets haul\n\n4x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder One\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Resurrection\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Flesh N Bone\n\n  We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\n  And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\n  Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan\n  We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\n  Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\n  Or will I burn off in that lake now,\n  Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\n  How many wait it's too late it's over now\n  Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\n  Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\n  Betta plead to bloody Jesus\n  Watch how the majesty control it\n  Don't let it go slow down hold on\n  Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\n  I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\n  Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\n  I got designed when the world drop dimes\n  This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\n  Bizzy Bone\n\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One,\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One\n  Murder them mo\n  2: Bizzy Bone\n\n  If the world should end today!\n  Fully automatic gunning through it\n  Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\n  Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\n  Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\n  Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\n  Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\n  My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\n  It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\n  Who wanna magnum?\n  Who wanna tag 'em?\n  Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\n  Smoked out in high school\n  Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\n  Gotta get paid we in the kitchen\n  Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym\n  Hold on, motherfucking gun\n  Another fifth took one hood shot she split up\n  Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\n  So huff and make it settle\n\n  3: Layzie Bone\n\n  Make me push this panic button nigga\n  We moving like the Panthers in the sixties\n  Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited\n  You wit me nigga you wit me\n  Millitant minded perfect timing it\n  Always on the incline ah shit\n  Nigga that's down for the grind ah shit\n  Keeping real niggas rewinding this,\n  Deep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\n  We call it thieving mind deceiving\n  Hear the reasons for hustling season\n  Bottom line money is power\n  And the power mean muscle\n  Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling\n  Nigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\n  Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\n  Well I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\n  Scream M-O-G and start blasting\n  Nigga never did like them boyz in blue\n  No regards for authorities,\n  Wanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\n  Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\n  Know what I mean you betta get wid the team\n  Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\n  We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\n  To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\n  Got my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\n  Just as those hoes nigga rose\n  On ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\n  Separated mine through prose,\n  Open and close just like a case\n  Place to place ya feeling ya safe\n  HB all up in my face,\n  And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\n  I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\n  Boy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\n  See me I'm stacked and ripping shit\n  Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\n  Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\n  Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\n  Ready to buck on the crowd,\n  As long as that one little nigga\n  Sagging and bragging and talking loud\n  Talking about he bout it bout it\n  Nigga I got yo whole clik\n  Real niggas don't run they mouth\n  Real niggas make moves and get rich\n\n  4: Flesh N Bone\n\n  Mobbing in ah Expedition\n  Thinking of ah proposition\n  Settle my composition\n  Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition\n  Mo murda competition,\n  How many niggas on the frontline\n  Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\n  Nigga disrespect mine,\n  How will you lose the chalk\n  For marrow rip through thine spine\n  If you wanna listen to what I say\n  Hey gotta pay intuition,\n  This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\n  Cause, my niggas, to exquisite\n  I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\n  Here's a nice slug for you\n  And my nitrogen glyc bomb\n  Can land on them newly morgue\n  I watch when they all come stormin'\n  So when my one hit 'em up they fall\n  Let off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\n  Bullets haul\n\n  4x\n"},{"id":36505259,"name":"Murder One","trackName":"Murder One","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"BTNHResurrection","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Flesh N Bone\n\nWe in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\nAnd I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\nCaught up in the doom prepare for Satan\nWe facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\nHeavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\nOr will I burn off in that lake now,\nCould you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\nHow many wait it's too late it's over now\nNiggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\nHaving a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\nBetta plead to bloody Jesus\nWatch how the majesty control it\nDon't let it go slow down hold on\nNow can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\nI'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\nSmooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\nI got designed when the world drop dimes\nThis world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\nBizzy Bone\n\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One,\nCode Murder One, Code Murder One\nMurder them mo\n2: Bizzy Bone\n\nIf the world should end today!\nFully automatic gunning through it\nGunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\nMo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\nSwallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\nEnemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\nMaking me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\nMy Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\nIt's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\nWho wanna magnum?\nWho wanna tag 'em?\nBag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\nSmoked out in high school\nSleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\nGotta get paid we in the kitchen\nCooking up grade and baby go on go grym\nHold on, motherfucking gun\nAnother fifth took one hood shot she split up\nTalking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\nSo huff and make it settle\n\n3: Layzie Bone\n\nMake me push this panic button nigga\nWe moving like the Panthers in the sixties\nKhaki suited booted my thugs recruited\nYou wit me nigga you wit me\nMillitant minded perfect timing it\nAlways on the incline ah shit\nNigga that's down for the grind ah shit\nKeeping real niggas rewinding this,\nDeep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\nWe call it thieving mind deceiving\nHear the reasons for hustling season\nBottom line money is power\nAnd the power mean muscle\nMoney and guns stacked up to the ceiling\nNigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\nNow nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\nWell I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\nScream M-O-G and start blasting\nNigga never did like them boyz in blue\nNo regards for authorities,\nWanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\nOh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\nKnow what I mean you betta get wid the team\nCause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\nWe from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\nTo let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\nGot my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\nJust as those hoes nigga rose\nOn ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\nSeparated mine through prose,\nOpen and close just like a case\nPlace to place ya feeling ya safe\nHB all up in my face,\nAnd it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\nI'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\nBoy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\nSee me I'm stacked and ripping shit\nTaking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\nTattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\nSkull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\nReady to buck on the crowd,\nAs long as that one little nigga\nSagging and bragging and talking loud\nTalking about he bout it bout it\nNigga I got yo whole clik\nReal niggas don't run they mouth\nReal niggas make moves and get rich\n\n4: Flesh N Bone\n\nMobbing in ah Expedition\nThinking of ah proposition\nSettle my composition\nFeeling relentless fucking up gun condition\nMo murda competition,\nHow many niggas on the frontline\nReady for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\nNigga disrespect mine,\nHow will you lose the chalk\nFor marrow rip through thine spine\nIf you wanna listen to what I say\nHey gotta pay intuition,\nThis ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\nCause, my niggas, to exquisite\nI'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\nHere's a nice slug for you\nAnd my nitrogen glyc bomb\nCan land on them newly morgue\nI watch when they all come stormin'\nSo when my one hit 'em up they fall\nLet off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\nBullets haul\n\n4x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder One\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: BTNHResurrection\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Flesh N Bone\n\n  We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations\n  And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken\n  Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan\n  We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared\n  Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates\n  Or will I burn off in that lake now,\n  Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake\n  How many wait it's too late it's over now\n  Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,\n  Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'\n  Betta plead to bloody Jesus\n  Watch how the majesty control it\n  Don't let it go slow down hold on\n  Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen\n  I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya\n  Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm\n  I got designed when the world drop dimes\n  This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind\n\n  Bizzy Bone\n\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One,\n  Code Murder One, Code Murder One\n  Murder them mo\n  2: Bizzy Bone\n\n  If the world should end today!\n  Fully automatic gunning through it\n  Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain\n  Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas\n  Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI\n  Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid\n  Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing\n  My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing\n  It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em\n  Who wanna magnum?\n  Who wanna tag 'em?\n  Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch)\n  Smoked out in high school\n  Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken\n  Gotta get paid we in the kitchen\n  Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym\n  Hold on, motherfucking gun\n  Another fifth took one hood shot she split up\n  Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up\n  So huff and make it settle\n\n  3: Layzie Bone\n\n  Make me push this panic button nigga\n  We moving like the Panthers in the sixties\n  Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited\n  You wit me nigga you wit me\n  Millitant minded perfect timing it\n  Always on the incline ah shit\n  Nigga that's down for the grind ah shit\n  Keeping real niggas rewinding this,\n  Deep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland\n  We call it thieving mind deceiving\n  Hear the reasons for hustling season\n  Bottom line money is power\n  And the power mean muscle\n  Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling\n  Nigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle\n  Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you\n  Well I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do\n  Scream M-O-G and start blasting\n  Nigga never did like them boyz in blue\n  No regards for authorities,\n  Wanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine\n  Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene\n  Know what I mean you betta get wid the team\n  Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,\n  We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day\n  To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder\n  Got my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control\n  Just as those hoes nigga rose\n  On ah mission tryin' ta get that dough\n  Separated mine through prose,\n  Open and close just like a case\n  Place to place ya feeling ya safe\n  HB all up in my face,\n  And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe\n  I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war\n  Boy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy\n  See me I'm stacked and ripping shit\n  Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats\n  Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,\n  Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket\n  Ready to buck on the crowd,\n  As long as that one little nigga\n  Sagging and bragging and talking loud\n  Talking about he bout it bout it\n  Nigga I got yo whole clik\n  Real niggas don't run they mouth\n  Real niggas make moves and get rich\n\n  4: Flesh N Bone\n\n  Mobbing in ah Expedition\n  Thinking of ah proposition\n  Settle my composition\n  Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition\n  Mo murda competition,\n  How many niggas on the frontline\n  Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine\n  Nigga disrespect mine,\n  How will you lose the chalk\n  For marrow rip through thine spine\n  If you wanna listen to what I say\n  Hey gotta pay intuition,\n  This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit\n  Cause, my niggas, to exquisite\n  I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson\n  Here's a nice slug for you\n  And my nitrogen glyc bomb\n  Can land on them newly morgue\n  I watch when they all come stormin'\n  So when my one hit 'em up they fall\n  Let off wid ah little frustration bust my gun\n  Bullets haul\n\n  4x\n"}]