[{"id":40103040,"name":"Bone Thugs -N- Harmony - Ready 4 War","trackName":"Bone Thugs -N- Harmony - Ready 4 War","artistName":"Bone Thugs -N- Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Maje$ty:\nRidin' with death.\nWe niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\nNo more.\nMy nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\nYou niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\nPop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\nTop closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\nBone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\nYour ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\nMy mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\nI know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\nah.\nSo I'm ready for more.\nMaje$ty:\nRidin' with death.\nWe niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\nNo more.\nI'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\nIs that all you got?\nHeard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\nHey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\nThen, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\nSo, I'm ready for more.\nMaje$ty:\nRidin' with death.\nWe niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\nNo more.\nMaje$ty:\nMy mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\nAbduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\nMark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\nI watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\nSurrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\nThe shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\nAll I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\nLet a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\nNiggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\nV.\nEazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\nHere we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\nWhen the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\nMuthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\nGet 'em up.\nBizzy Mafioso.\nNo witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\nWhen they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\nYou thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\nYes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\nBut I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\nStatic's automatic fun, want some?\nCome, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\nSee what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\nNo one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\nFuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\nNigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\nShoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\nWe sent it.\nWe'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\nYou thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\nRing-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\nThe undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\npenetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.76] Maje$ty:\n[00:02.60] Ridin' with death.\n[00:04.47] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[00:09.98] No more.\n[00:13.21] My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n[00:24.17] You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\n[00:29.60] Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n[00:31.45] Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n[00:44.04] Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n[00:49.55] Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n[00:53.17] My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n[01:00.47] I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n[01:03.14] ah.\n[01:04.07] So I'm ready for more.\n[01:05.87] Maje$ty:\n[01:06.78] Ridin' with death.\n[01:07.63] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[01:12.23] No more.\n[01:15.88] I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n[01:34.86] Is that all you got?\n[01:35.72] Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n[01:46.77] Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n[01:51.22] Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n[01:53.96] So, I'm ready for more.\n[01:56.60] Maje$ty:\n[02:02.17] Ridin' with death.\n[02:03.03] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[02:05.76] No more.\n[02:06.76] Maje$ty:\n[02:19.31] My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n[02:22.09] Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n[02:31.13] Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n[02:36.52] I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n[02:43.87] Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n[02:46.52] The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n[02:48.33] All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n[02:52.94] Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n[02:56.63] Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n[03:02.99] V.\n[03:03.89] Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n[03:05.69] Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n[03:09.36] When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n[03:21.96] Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n[03:24.13] Get 'em up.\n[03:25.94] Bizzy Mafioso.\n[03:26.84] No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n[03:29.62] When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n[03:34.87] You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n[03:37.58] Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n[03:41.20] But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n[03:45.74] Static's automatic fun, want some?\n[03:47.50] Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n[03:51.17] See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n[03:56.86] No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n[04:00.47] Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\n[04:03.27] Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\n[04:06.83] Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\n[04:09.50] We sent it.\n[04:11.33] We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\n[04:13.10] You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\n[04:14.92] Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\n[04:17.54] The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\n[04:23.14] penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.\n[04:36.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bone Thugs -N- Harmony - Ready 4 War\n  artist: Bone Thugs -N- Harmony\n  album: The Art Of War\n  duration_ms: 276999\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Maje$ty:'\n  start_ms: 1760\n  end_ms: 2600\n- text: Ridin' with death.\n  start_ms: 2600\n  end_ms: 4470\n- text: We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  start_ms: 4470\n  end_ms: 9980\n- text: No more.\n  start_ms: 9980\n  end_ms: 13210\n- text: My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n  start_ms: 13210\n  end_ms: 24170\n- text: You niggas better expect retaliation, 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'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n  Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n  Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n  Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n  My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n  I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n  ah.\n  So I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n  Is that all you got?\n  Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n  Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n  Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n  So, I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n  Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n  Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n  I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n  Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n  The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n  All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n  Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n  Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n  V.\n  Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n  Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n  When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n  Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n  Get 'em up.\n  Bizzy Mafioso.\n  No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n  When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n  You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n  Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n  But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n  Static's automatic fun, want some?\n  Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n  See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n  No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n  Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\n  Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\n  Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\n  We sent it.\n  We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\n  You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\n  Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\n  The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\n  penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run 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I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n[01:34.82] Is that all you got?\n[01:35.79] Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n[01:46.73] Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n[01:51.22] Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n[01:53.97] So, I'm ready for more.\n[01:56.69] Maje$ty:\n[02:02.10] Ridin' with death.\n[02:03.01] We niggas 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Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n[03:02.94] V.\n[03:03.84] Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n[03:05.61] Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n[03:09.35] When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n[03:21.98] Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n[03:24.13] Get 'em up.\n[03:25.96] Bizzy Mafioso.\n[03:26.85] No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n[03:29.69] When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n[03:34.82] You thinkin' I'm 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don't stop.\n  Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n  Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n  Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n  Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n  My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n  I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n  Ah.\n  So I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n  Is that all you got?\n  Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n  Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n  Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n  So, I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n  Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n  Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n  I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n  Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n  The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n  All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n  Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n  Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n  V.\n  Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n  Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n  When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n  Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n  Get 'em up.\n  Bizzy Mafioso.\n  No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n  When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n  You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n  Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n  But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n  Static's automatic fun, want some?\n  Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n  See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n  No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n  Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\n  Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\n  Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\n  We sent it.\n  We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\n  You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\n  Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\n  The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\n  Penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.\n"},{"id":15516522,"name":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/Majesty / Ready 4 War","trackName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/Majesty / Ready 4 War","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War [Disc 01]","duration":276.4666624,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ridin with death\n\nWe niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\nRidin with death\n\nWe niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\nMy nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\nMy nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\n\nYou niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation\nYeah you the next to get dropped I don't hide the glock\nReal niggas don't stop pop pop\nput him in the mud nigga and your body rot\nTop closing down on your caskets\nwanna make these bastards think we got mercy\nPutting in work since a nigga thirteen\nSending niggas like yourself off in a hearse\nSee I won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs\nFucking with my thugs and I'm needing my love nigga what\nBone niggas fin to do a little damage\ntake over the planet with my daily tortures\nOf course it's the nigga that's takin no shorts\nSmokin on the newports your ghetto resource\nAnd bitch you wanna dig your own ditch\nand hit you with levels beyond your control\nMy momma never raised no punks and hoes\nJust relear niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough\nI know y'all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain't nowhere to hide\nMakin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life\nIn the midst of the twist I'll be down to ride\n\nWe're ready for war\n\nRidin with death\n\nWe niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\nI'ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can't fade it\nWe stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken\nDeeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin\nTrapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be\nRunnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em\nThem fools come back like I'm ready for war is that all you got\nHeard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents\nSaid I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me\nBitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original\nMono y mono ain't no subliminal Hey\nWhen I regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin\nCatch me caught me must have seen\nAnd they're gonna get your ass next weekend\n\nIs the loss of life love and spirits\nCapital offense for generics lost in the prison\nLieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in\nMark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial\nSmokin hay that bite shit like microchips\nI watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom\nWhen you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I'ma drop 'em\n\nSurrounded bby violence my nigga I'm bound to just live a lifetime\nAnd this shrink wanna get inmy head cause I'm amongst the walking dead\nAll I really said if you niggas don't fled you gone bleed bloody red\nNigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time\nLetting niggas know we off in our prime\nIt'll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine\nCriminal-minded niggas been blinded\nLooking for a style like Bone but can't see me\nJust like mike everybody wanna be me\nStudy every movie nigga makin on tv\nEasy does it do it easy what it is number one better check the score\nHere we go nigga don't wanna fight no more\nBut I'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure\n\nWhen the ghetto needs me I'll be grippin to the scripture picture\nLittle Ripsta can I get critical\nAnd I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies\nZero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal\nWith my automatic let you have it you don't wanna see any evil\nMotherfuckers I'll take it to the people\nthen I will meet you at the funeral\nGet 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso no witness is the usual\nFurther mo murder mo ready with guns I'll serve you hoes\nWhen they call niggas hit the road\nAnd when they get killed I'ma get your soul\n\nYou thinkin I'm slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me\nYes they want to give me bloody body\nBy pumping a couple of slugs inside me\nBut I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I'm\nStacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun\nWant some come come come execution redrum rum\nSee what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied\nBurnt alive fried when they die\nNo one was able to find them cause they're bodies went up in a fire\nFuck they family try to creep\nbut you think I'm asleep cause I'm pumpin beats\nNigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah\nShoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute\nYou already suckas I bet that you bent it we sent it\nWe'll atest for the murder we should we dealt it\nYou thought you was flippin but got K.O.D'd\nRing-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there\nThe undisputed thugs in harmony proved it\nKicked a couple of niggas asses\nGotta take off and stay still blastin\nLocked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain't shit\nBetter make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side\nSo when you ride and you get high don't let them haters run up your side","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/Majesty / Ready 4 War\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Art Of War [Disc 01]\n  duration_ms: 276467\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ridin with death\n\n  We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\n  Ridin with death\n\n  We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\n  My nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\n  My nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\n\n  You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation\n  Yeah you the next to get dropped I don't hide the glock\n  Real niggas don't stop pop pop\n  put him in the mud nigga and your body rot\n  Top closing down on your caskets\n  wanna make these bastards think we got mercy\n  Putting in work since a nigga thirteen\n  Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse\n  See I won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs\n  Fucking with my thugs and I'm needing my love nigga what\n  Bone niggas fin to do a little damage\n  take over the planet with my daily tortures\n  Of course it's the nigga that's takin no shorts\n  Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource\n  And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch\n  and hit you with levels beyond your control\n  My momma never raised no punks and hoes\n  Just relear niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough\n  I know y'all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain't nowhere to hide\n  Makin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life\n  In the midst of the twist I'll be down to ride\n\n  We're ready for war\n\n  Ridin with death\n\n  We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\n  I'ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can't fade it\n  We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken\n  Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin\n  Trapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be\n  Runnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em\n  Them fools come back like I'm ready for war is that all you got\n  Heard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents\n  Said I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me\n  Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original\n  Mono y mono ain't no subliminal Hey\n  When I regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin\n  Catch me caught me must have seen\n  And they're gonna get your ass next weekend\n\n  Is the loss of life love and spirits\n  Capital offense for generics lost in the prison\n  Lieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in\n  Mark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial\n  Smokin hay that bite shit like microchips\n  I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom\n  When you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I'ma drop 'em\n\n  Surrounded bby violence my nigga I'm bound to just live a lifetime\n  And this shrink wanna get inmy head cause I'm amongst the walking dead\n  All I really said if you niggas don't fled you gone bleed bloody red\n  Nigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time\n  Letting niggas know we off in our prime\n  It'll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine\n  Criminal-minded niggas been blinded\n  Looking for a style like Bone but can't see me\n  Just like mike everybody wanna be me\n  Study every movie nigga makin on tv\n  Easy does it do it easy what it is number one better check the score\n  Here we go nigga don't wanna fight no more\n  But I'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure\n\n  When the ghetto needs me I'll be grippin to the scripture picture\n  Little Ripsta can I get critical\n  And I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies\n  Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal\n  With my automatic let you have it you don't wanna see any evil\n  Motherfuckers I'll take it to the people\n  then I will meet you at the funeral\n  Get 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso no witness is the usual\n  Further mo murder mo ready with guns I'll serve you hoes\n  When they call niggas hit the road\n  And when they get killed I'ma get your soul\n\n  You thinkin I'm slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me\n  Yes they want to give me bloody body\n  By pumping a couple of slugs inside me\n  But I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I'm\n  Stacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun\n  Want some come come come execution redrum rum\n  See what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied\n  Burnt alive fried when they die\n  No one was able to find them cause they're bodies went up in a fire\n  Fuck they family try to creep\n  but you think I'm asleep cause I'm pumpin beats\n  Nigga better believe we 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redrum.\nYou niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\nPop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\nTop closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\nBone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\nYour ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\nMy mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\nI know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\nAh.\nSo I'm ready for more.\nMaje$ty:\nRidin' with death.\nWe niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\nNo more.\nI'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\nIs that all you got?\nHeard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\nHey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\nThen, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\nSo, I'm ready for more.\nMaje$ty:\nRidin' with death.\nWe niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\nNo more.\nMaje$ty:\nMy mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\nAbduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\nMark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\nI watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\nSurrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\nThe shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\nAll I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\nLet a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\nNiggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\nV.\nEazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\nHere we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\nWhen the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\nMuthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\nGet 'em up.\nBizzy Mafioso.\nNo witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\nWhen they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\nYou thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\nYes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\nBut I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\nStatic's automatic fun, want some?\nCome, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\nSee what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\nNo one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\nFuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\nNigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\nShoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\nWe sent it.\nWe'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\nYou thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\nRing-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\nThe undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\nPenetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.74] Maje$ty:\n[00:02.66] Ridin' with death.\n[00:04.45] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[00:09.94] No more.\n[00:13.20] My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n[00:24.16] You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\n[00:29.61] Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n[00:31.47] Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n[00:44.03] Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n[00:49.58] Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n[00:53.11] My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n[01:00.44] I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n[01:03.12] Ah.\n[01:04.01] So I'm ready for more.\n[01:05.86] Maje$ty:\n[01:06.76] Ridin' with death.\n[01:07.65] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[01:12.21] No more.\n[01:15.88] I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n[01:34.82] Is that all you got?\n[01:35.79] Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n[01:46.73] Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n[01:51.22] Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n[01:53.97] So, I'm ready for more.\n[01:56.69] Maje$ty:\n[02:02.10] Ridin' with death.\n[02:03.01] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[02:05.72] No more.\n[02:06.72] Maje$ty:\n[02:19.30] My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n[02:22.09] Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n[02:31.16] Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n[02:36.56] I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n[02:43.84] Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n[02:46.51] The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n[02:48.37] All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n[02:52.91] Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n[02:56.62] Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n[03:02.94] V.\n[03:03.84] Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n[03:05.61] Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n[03:09.35] When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, 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 Is that all you got?\n  Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n  Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n  Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n  So, I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n  Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n  Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n  I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 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Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n  Get 'em up.\n  Bizzy Mafioso.\n  No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n  When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n  You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n  Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n  But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n  Static's automatic fun, want some?\n  Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n  See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n  No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n  Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\n  Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\n  Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already 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come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\nSee what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\nNo one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\nFuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\nNigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\nShoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\nWe sent it.\nWe'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\nYou thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\nRing-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\nThe undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\nPenetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.74] Maje$ty:\n[00:02.66] Ridin' with 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control.\n[00:53.11] My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n[01:00.44] I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n[01:03.12] Ah.\n[01:04.01] So I'm ready for more.\n[01:05.86] Maje$ty:\n[01:06.76] Ridin' with death.\n[01:07.65] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[01:12.21] No more.\n[01:15.88] I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n[01:34.82] Is that all you got?\n[01:35.79] Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n[01:46.73] Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n[01:51.22] Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n[01:53.97] So, I'm ready for more.\n[01:56.69] Maje$ty:\n[02:02.10] Ridin' with death.\n[02:03.01] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[02:05.72] No more.\n[02:06.72] Maje$ty:\n[02:19.30] My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n[02:22.09] Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n[02:31.16] Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n[02:36.56] I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n[02:43.84] Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n[02:46.51] The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n[02:48.37] All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n[02:52.91] Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n[02:56.62] Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n[03:02.94] V.\n[03:03.84] Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n[03:05.61] Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n[03:09.35] When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n[03:21.98] Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n[03:24.13] Get 'em up.\n[03:25.96] Bizzy Mafioso.\n[03:26.85] No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n[03:29.69] When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n[03:34.82] You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n[03:37.56] Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n[03:41.27] But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n[03:45.75] Static's automatic fun, want some?\n[03:47.56] Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n[03:51.10] See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n[03:56.87] No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went 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score.\nHere we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\nWhen the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\nMuthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\nGet 'em up.\nBizzy Mafioso.\nNo witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\nWhen they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\nYou thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\nYes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\nBut I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\nStatic's automatic fun, want some?\nCome, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\nSee what you see in my 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criminals.\n[00:09.93] No more.\n[00:13.29] My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n[00:24.19] You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\n[00:29.69] Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n[00:31.46] Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n[00:44.06] Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n[00:49.53] Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n[00:53.14] My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n[01:00.44] I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n[01:03.12] ah.\n[01:04.08] So I'm ready for more.\n[01:05.88] Maje$ty:\n[01:06.70] Ridin' with death.\n[01:07.64] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[01:12.20] No more.\n[01:15.87] I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n[01:34.86] Is that all you got?\n[01:35.77] Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n[01:46.77] Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n[01:51.23] Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n[01:53.90] So, I'm ready for more.\n[01:56.63] Maje$ty:\n[02:02.10] Ridin' with death.\n[02:03.02] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[02:05.73] No more.\n[02:06.74] Maje$ty:\n[02:19.34] My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n[02:22.01] Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n[02:31.17] Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n[02:36.58] I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n[02:43.86] Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n[02:46.59] The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n[02:48.37] All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n[02:52.95] Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n[02:56.68] Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n[03:02.94] V.\n[03:03.82] Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n[03:05.62] Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n[03:09.38] When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be 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I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\nWhen the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\nMuthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\nGet 'em up.\nBizzy Mafioso.\nNo witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\nWhen they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\nYou thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\nYes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\nBut I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\nStatic's automatic fun, want some?\nCome, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\nSee what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when 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niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n[00:24.16] You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\n[00:29.61] Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n[00:31.47] Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n[00:44.03] Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n[00:49.58] Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n[00:53.11] My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n[01:00.44] I know 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so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n[01:46.73] Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n[01:51.22] Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n[01:53.97] So, I'm ready for more.\n[01:56.69] Maje$ty:\n[02:02.10] Ridin' with death.\n[02:03.01] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[02:05.72] No more.\n[02:06.72] Maje$ty:\n[02:19.30] My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n[02:22.09] Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n[02:31.16] Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n[02:36.56] I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n[02:43.84] Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n[02:46.51] The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n[02:48.37] All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n[02:52.91] Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n[02:56.62] Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n[03:02.94] V.\n[03:03.84] Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n[03:05.61] Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n[03:09.35] When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any 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but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n  You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\n  Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n  Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n  Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n  Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n  My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n  I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n  Ah.\n  So I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n  Is that all you got?\n  Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n  Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n  Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n  So, I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n  Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n  Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n  I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n  Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n  The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n  All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n  Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n  Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n  V.\n  Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n  Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n  When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n  Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n  Get 'em up.\n  Bizzy Mafioso.\n  No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n  When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n  You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n  Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n  But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n  Static's automatic fun, want some?\n  Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n  See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n  No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n  Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\n  Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\n  Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\n  We sent it.\n  We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\n  You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\n  Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\n  The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\n  Penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.\n"},{"id":10063737,"name":"Ready 4 War","trackName":"Ready 4 War","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art Of War","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Maje$ty:\nRidin' with death.\nWe niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\nNo more.\nMy nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\nYou niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\nPop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\nTop closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\nBone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\nYour ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\nMy mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\nI know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\nah.\nSo I'm ready for more.\nMaje$ty:\nRidin' with death.\nWe niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\nNo more.\nI'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\nIs that all you got?\nHeard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\nHey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\nThen, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\nSo, I'm ready for more.\nMaje$ty:\nRidin' with death.\nWe niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\nNo more.\nMaje$ty:\nMy mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\nAbduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\nMark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\nI watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\nSurrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\nThe shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\nAll I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\nLet a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\nNiggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\nV.\nEazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\nHere we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\nWhen the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\nMuthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\nGet 'em up.\nBizzy Mafioso.\nNo witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\nWhen they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\nYou thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\nYes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\nBut I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\nStatic's automatic fun, want some?\nCome, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\nSee what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\nNo one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\nFuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\nNigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\nShoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\nWe sent it.\nWe'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\nYou thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\nRing-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\nThe undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\npenetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ready 4 War\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Art Of War\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n  You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\n  Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n  Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n  Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n  Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n  My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n  I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n  ah.\n  So I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n  Is that all you got?\n  Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n  Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n  Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n  So, I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n  Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n  Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n  I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n  Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n  The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n  All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n  Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n  Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n  V.\n  Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n  Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n  When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n  Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n  Get 'em up.\n  Bizzy Mafioso.\n  No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n  When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n  You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n  Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n  But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n  Static's automatic fun, want some?\n  Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n  See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n  No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n  Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\n  Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\n  Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\n  We sent it.\n  We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\n  You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\n  Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\n  The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the 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slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\nBone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\nYour ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\nMy mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\nI know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\nAh.\nSo I'm ready for more.\nMaje$ty:\nRidin' with death.\nWe niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\nNo more.\nI'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\nIs that all you got?\nHeard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\nHey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\nThen, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\nSo, I'm ready for more.\nMaje$ty:\nRidin' with death.\nWe niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\nNo more.\nMaje$ty:\nMy mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\nAbduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\nMark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\nI watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\nSurrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\nThe shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\nAll I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\nLet a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\nNiggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\nV.\nEazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\nHere we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\nWhen the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\nMuthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\nGet 'em up.\nBizzy Mafioso.\nNo witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\nWhen they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\nYou thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\nYes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\nBut I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\nStatic's automatic fun, want some?\nCome, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\nSee what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\nNo one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\nFuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\nNigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\nShoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\nWe sent it.\nWe'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\nYou thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\nRing-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\nThe undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\nPenetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.74] Maje$ty:\n[00:02.66] Ridin' with death.\n[00:04.45] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[00:09.94] No more.\n[00:13.20] My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n[00:24.16] You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\n[00:29.61] Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n[00:31.47] Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n[00:44.03] Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n[00:49.58] Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n[00:53.11] My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n[01:00.44] I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n[01:03.12] Ah.\n[01:04.01] So I'm ready for more.\n[01:05.86] Maje$ty:\n[01:06.76] Ridin' with death.\n[01:07.65] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[01:12.21] No more.\n[01:15.88] I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n[01:34.82] Is that all you got?\n[01:35.79] Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n[01:46.73] Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n[01:51.22] Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n[01:53.97] So, I'm ready for more.\n[01:56.69] Maje$ty:\n[02:02.10] Ridin' with death.\n[02:03.01] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[02:05.72] No more.\n[02:06.72] Maje$ty:\n[02:19.30] My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n[02:22.09] Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n[02:31.16] Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n[02:36.56] I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n[02:43.84] Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n[02:46.51] The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n[02:48.37] All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n[02:52.91] Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n[02:56.62] Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n[03:02.94] V.\n[03:03.84] Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n[03:05.61] Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n[03:09.35] When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n[03:21.98] Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n[03:24.13] Get 'em up.\n[03:25.96] Bizzy Mafioso.\n[03:26.85] No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n[03:29.69] When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n[03:34.82] You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n[03:37.56] Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n[03:41.27] But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n[03:45.75] Static's automatic fun, want some?\n[03:47.56] Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n[03:51.10] See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n[03:56.87] No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n[04:00.43] Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\n[04:03.20] Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\n[04:06.87] Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\n[04:09.55] We sent it.\n[04:11.32] We'll attest for the 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weekend.\n  So, I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n  Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n  Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n  I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n  Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n  The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n  All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n  Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n  Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n  V.\n  Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n  Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n  When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n  Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n  Get 'em up.\n  Bizzy Mafioso.\n  No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n  When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n  You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n  Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs 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rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\nSurrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\nThe shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\nAll I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\nLet a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\nNiggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\nV.\nEazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\nHere we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\nWhen the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't 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suckas, I bet that you bent it.\nWe sent it.\nWe'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\nYou thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\nRing-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\nThe undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\nPenetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.74] Maje$ty:\n[00:02.66] Ridin' with death.\n[00:04.45] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[00:09.94] No more.\n[00:13.20] My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n[00:24.16] You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\n[00:29.61] Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n[00:31.47] Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n[00:44.03] Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n[00:49.58] Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n[00:53.11] My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n[01:00.44] I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n[01:03.12] Ah.\n[01:04.01] So I'm ready for more.\n[01:05.86] Maje$ty:\n[01:06.76] Ridin' with death.\n[01:07.65] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[01:12.21] No more.\n[01:15.88] I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n[01:34.82] Is that all you got?\n[01:35.79] Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n[01:46.73] Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n[01:51.22] Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n[01:53.97] So, I'm ready for more.\n[01:56.69] Maje$ty:\n[02:02.10] Ridin' with death.\n[02:03.01] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[02:05.72] No more.\n[02:06.72] Maje$ty:\n[02:19.30] My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n[02:22.09] Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n[02:31.16] Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n[02:36.56] I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n[02:43.84] Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n[02:46.51] The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n[02:48.37] All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n[02:52.91] Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n[02:56.62] Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n[03:02.94] V.\n[03:03.84] Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n[03:05.61] Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n[03:09.35] When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n[03:21.98] Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n[03:24.13] Get 'em up.\n[03:25.96] Bizzy Mafioso.\n[03:26.85] No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n[03:29.69] When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n[03:34.82] You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n[03:37.56] Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n[03:41.27] But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n[03:45.75] Static's automatic fun, want some?\n[03:47.56] Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n[03:51.10] See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n[03:56.87] No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n[04:00.43] Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\n[04:03.20] Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\n[04:06.87] Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\n[04:09.55] We sent it.\n[04:11.32] We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\n[04:13.10] You thought you was flippin', you 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niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n  Is that all you got?\n  Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n  Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n  Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n  So, I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', 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bound to just live a lifetime.\nThe shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\nAll I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\nLet a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\nNiggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\nV.\nEazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\nHere we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\nWhen the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\nMuthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\nGet 'em up.\nBizzy Mafioso.\nNo witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\nWhen they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\nYou thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\nYes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\nBut I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\nStatic's automatic fun, want some?\nCome, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\nSee what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\nNo one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\nFuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\nNigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\nShoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\nWe sent it.\nWe'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\nYou thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\nRing-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\nThe undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\nPenetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.74] Maje$ty:\n[00:02.66] Ridin' with death.\n[00:04.45] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[00:09.94] No more.\n[00:13.20] My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n[00:24.16] You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\n[00:29.61] Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n[00:31.47] Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n[00:44.03] Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n[00:49.58] Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n[00:53.11] My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n[01:00.44] I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n[01:03.12] Ah.\n[01:04.01] So I'm ready for more.\n[01:05.86] Maje$ty:\n[01:06.76] Ridin' with death.\n[01:07.65] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[01:12.21] No more.\n[01:15.88] I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n[01:34.82] Is that all you got?\n[01:35.79] Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n[01:46.73] Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n[01:51.22] Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n[01:53.97] So, I'm ready for more.\n[01:56.69] Maje$ty:\n[02:02.10] Ridin' with death.\n[02:03.01] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[02:05.72] No more.\n[02:06.72] Maje$ty:\n[02:19.30] My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n[02:22.09] Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n[02:31.16] Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n[02:36.56] I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n[02:43.84] Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n[02:46.51] The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n[02:48.37] All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n[02:52.91] Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n[02:56.62] Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n[03:02.94] V.\n[03:03.84] Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n[03:05.61] Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n[03:09.35] When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n[03:21.98] Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n[03:24.13] Get 'em up.\n[03:25.96] Bizzy Mafioso.\n[03:26.85] No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n[03:29.69] When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n[03:34.82] You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n[03:37.56] Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n[03:41.27] But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n[03:45.75] Static's automatic fun, want some?\n[03:47.56] Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n[03:51.10] See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n[03:56.87] No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n[04:00.43] Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\n[04:03.20] Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\n[04:06.87] Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\n[04:09.55] We sent it.\n[04:11.32] We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\n[04:13.10] You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\n[04:14.95] Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\n[04:16.71] The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\n[04:23.17] Penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.\n[04:31.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ready 4 War\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Art of War Disc1\n  duration_ms: 276496\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Maje$ty:'\n  start_ms: 1740\n  end_ms: 2660\n- text: Ridin' with death.\n  start_ms: 2660\n  end_ms: 4450\n- text: We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  start_ms: 4450\n  end_ms: 9940\n- text: No more.\n  start_ms: 9940\n  end_ms: 13200\n- text: My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n  start_ms: 13200\n  end_ms: 24160\n- text: You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get 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infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n  Is that all you got?\n  Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n  Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n  Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n  So, I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n  Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n  Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n  I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n  Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n  The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n  All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n  Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n  Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n  V.\n  Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n  Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n  When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n  Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n  Get 'em up.\n  Bizzy Mafioso.\n  No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n  When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n  You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n  Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n  But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n  Static's automatic fun, want some?\n  Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n  See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n  No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n  Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\n  Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\n  Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\n  We sent it.\n  We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\n  You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\n  Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\n  The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\n  Penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.\n"},{"id":21623743,"name":"Ready 4 War","trackName":"Ready 4 War","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/Majesty","albumName":"Bone VS The World","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ridin with death\n\nWe niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\nRidin with death\n\nWe niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\nMy nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\nMy nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\n\nYou niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation\nYeah you the next to get dropped I don't hide the glock\nReal niggas don't stop pop pop\nput him in the mud nigga and your body rot\nTop closing down on your caskets\nwanna make these bastards think we got mercy\nPutting in work since a nigga thirteen\nSending niggas like yourself off in a hearse\nSee I won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs\nFucking with my thugs and I'm needing my love nigga what\nBone niggas fin to do a little damage\ntake over the planet with my daily tortures\nOf course it's the nigga that's takin no shorts\nSmokin on the newports your ghetto resource\nAnd bitch you wanna dig your own ditch\nand hit you with levels beyond your control\nMy momma never raised no punks and hoes\nJust relear niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough\nI know y'all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain't nowhere to hide\nMakin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life\nIn the midst of the twist I'll be down to ride\n\nWe're ready for war\n\nRidin with death\n\nWe niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\nI'ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can't fade it\nWe stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken\nDeeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin\nTrapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be\nRunnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em\nThem fools come back like I'm ready for war is that all you got\nHeard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents\nSaid I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me\nBitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original\nMono y mono ain't no subliminal Hey\nWhen I regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin\nCatch me caught me must have seen\nAnd they're gonna get your ass next weekend\n\nIs the loss of life love and spirits\nCapital offense for generics lost in the prison\nLieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in\nMark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial\nSmokin hay that bite shit like microchips\nI watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom\nWhen you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I'ma drop 'em\n\nSurrounded bby violence my nigga I'm bound to just live a lifetime\nAnd this shrink wanna get inmy head cause I'm amongst the walking dead\nAll I really said if you niggas don't fled you gone bleed bloody red\nNigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time\nLetting niggas know we off in our prime\nIt'll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine\nCriminal-minded niggas been blinded\nLooking for a style like Bone but can't see me\nJust like mike everybody wanna be me\nStudy every movie nigga makin on tv\nEasy does it do it easy what it is number one better check the score\nHere we go nigga don't wanna fight no more\nBut I'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure\n\nWhen the ghetto needs me I'll be grippin to the scripture picture\nLittle Ripsta can I get critical\nAnd I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies\nZero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal\nWith my automatic let you have it you don't wanna see any evil\nMotherfuckers I'll take it to the people\nthen I will meet you at the funeral\nGet 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso no witness is the usual\nFurther mo murder mo ready with guns I'll serve you hoes\nWhen they call niggas hit the road\nAnd when they get killed I'ma get your soul\n\nYou thinkin I'm slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me\nYes they want to give me bloody body\nBy pumping a couple of slugs inside me\nBut I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I'm\nStacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun\nWant some come come come execution redrum rum\nSee what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied\nBurnt alive fried when they die\nNo one was able to find them cause they're bodies went up in a fire\nFuck they family try to creep\nbut you think I'm asleep cause I'm pumpin beats\nNigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah\nShoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute\nYou already suckas I bet that you bent it we sent it\nWe'll atest for the murder we should we dealt it\nYou thought you was flippin but got K.O.D'd\nRing-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there\nThe undisputed thugs in harmony proved it\nKicked a couple of niggas asses\nGotta take off and stay still blastin\nLocked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain't shit\nBetter make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side\nSo when you ride and you get high don't let them haters run up your side","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ready 4 War\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/Majesty\n  album: Bone VS The World\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ridin with death\n\n  We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\n  Ridin with death\n\n  We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\n  My nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\n  My nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\n\n  You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation\n  Yeah you the next to get dropped I don't hide the glock\n  Real niggas don't stop pop pop\n  put him in the mud nigga and your body rot\n  Top closing down on your caskets\n  wanna make these bastards think we got mercy\n  Putting in work since a nigga thirteen\n  Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse\n  See I won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs\n  Fucking with my thugs and I'm needing my love nigga what\n  Bone niggas fin to do a little damage\n  take over the planet with my daily tortures\n  Of course it's the nigga that's takin no shorts\n  Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource\n  And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch\n  and hit you with levels beyond your control\n  My momma never raised no punks and hoes\n  Just relear niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough\n  I know y'all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain't nowhere to hide\n  Makin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life\n  In the midst of the twist I'll be down to ride\n\n  We're ready for war\n\n  Ridin with death\n\n  We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\n  I'ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can't fade it\n  We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken\n  Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin\n  Trapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be\n  Runnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em\n  Them fools come back like I'm ready for war is that all you got\n  Heard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents\n  Said I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me\n  Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original\n  Mono y mono ain't no subliminal Hey\n  When I regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin\n  Catch me caught me must have seen\n  And they're gonna get your ass next weekend\n\n  Is the loss of life love and spirits\n  Capital offense for generics lost in the prison\n  Lieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in\n  Mark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial\n  Smokin hay that bite shit like microchips\n  I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom\n  When you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I'ma drop 'em\n\n  Surrounded bby violence my nigga I'm bound to just live a lifetime\n  And this shrink wanna get inmy head cause I'm amongst the walking dead\n  All I really said if you niggas don't fled you gone bleed bloody red\n  Nigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time\n  Letting niggas know we off in our prime\n  It'll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine\n  Criminal-minded niggas been blinded\n  Looking for a style like Bone but can't see me\n  Just like mike everybody wanna be me\n  Study every movie nigga makin on tv\n  Easy does it do it easy what it is number one better check the score\n  Here we go nigga don't wanna fight no more\n  But I'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure\n\n  When the ghetto needs me I'll be grippin to the scripture picture\n  Little Ripsta can I get critical\n  And I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies\n  Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal\n  With my automatic let you have it you don't wanna see any evil\n  Motherfuckers I'll take it to the people\n  then I will meet you at the funeral\n  Get 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso no witness is the usual\n  Further mo murder mo ready with guns I'll serve you hoes\n  When they call niggas hit the road\n  And when they get killed I'ma get your soul\n\n  You thinkin I'm slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me\n  Yes they want to give me bloody body\n  By pumping a couple of slugs inside me\n  But I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I'm\n  Stacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun\n  Want some come come come execution redrum rum\n  See what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied\n  Burnt alive fried when they die\n  No one was able to find them cause they're bodies went up in a fire\n  Fuck they family try to creep\n  but you think I'm asleep cause I'm pumpin beats\n  Nigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah\n  Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute\n  You already suckas I bet that you bent it we sent it\n  We'll atest for the murder we should we dealt it\n  You thought you was flippin but got K.O.D'd\n  Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there\n  The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it\n  Kicked a couple of niggas asses\n  Gotta take off and stay still blastin\n  Locked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain't shit\n  Better make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side\n  So when you ride and you get high don't let them haters run up your side\n"},{"id":15988146,"name":"Ready 4 War","trackName":"Ready 4 War","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Art of War - Disc 01","duration":276.558375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Maje$ty:\nRidin' with death.\nWe niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\nNo more.\nMy nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\nYou niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\nPop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\nTop closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\nBone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\nYour ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\nMy mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\nI know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\nah.\nSo I'm ready for more.\nMaje$ty:\nRidin' with death.\nWe niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\nNo more.\nI'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\nIs that all you got?\nHeard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\nHey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\nThen, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\nSo, I'm ready for more.\nMaje$ty:\nRidin' with death.\nWe niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\nNo more.\nMaje$ty:\nMy mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\nAbduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\nMark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\nI watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\nSurrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\nThe shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\nAll I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\nLet a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\nNiggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\nV.\nEazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\nHere we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\nWhen the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\nMuthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\nGet 'em up.\nBizzy Mafioso.\nNo witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\nWhen they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\nYou thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\nYes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\nBut I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\nStatic's automatic fun, want some?\nCome, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\nSee what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\nNo one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\nFuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\nNigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\nShoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\nWe sent it.\nWe'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\nYou thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\nRing-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\nThe undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\npenetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.72] Maje$ty:\n[00:02.63] Ridin' with death.\n[00:04.44] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[00:09.93] No more.\n[00:13.29] My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n[00:24.19] You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\n[00:29.69] Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n[00:31.46] Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n[00:44.06] Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n[00:49.53] Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n[00:53.14] My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n[01:00.44] I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n[01:03.12] ah.\n[01:04.08] So I'm ready for more.\n[01:05.88] Maje$ty:\n[01:06.70] Ridin' with death.\n[01:07.64] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[01:12.20] No more.\n[01:15.87] I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n[01:34.86] Is that all you got?\n[01:35.77] Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n[01:46.77] Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n[01:51.23] Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n[01:53.90] So, I'm ready for more.\n[01:56.63] Maje$ty:\n[02:02.10] Ridin' with death.\n[02:03.02] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[02:05.73] No more.\n[02:06.74] Maje$ty:\n[02:19.34] My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n[02:22.01] Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n[02:31.17] Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n[02:36.58] I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n[02:43.86] Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n[02:46.59] The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n[02:48.37] All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n[02:52.95] Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n[02:56.68] Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n[03:02.94] V.\n[03:03.82] Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n[03:05.62] Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n[03:09.38] When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n[03:21.97] Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n[03:24.14] Get 'em up.\n[03:25.96] Bizzy Mafioso.\n[03:26.85] No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n[03:29.64] When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n[03:34.80] You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n[03:37.56] Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n[03:41.21] But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n[03:45.77] Static's automatic fun, want some?\n[03:47.53] Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n[03:51.18] See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n[03:56.81] No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n[04:00.44] Fuck they family, try 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told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n[01:46.77] Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n[01:51.23] Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n[01:53.90] So, I'm ready for more.\n[01:56.63] Maje$ty:\n[02:02.10] Ridin' with death.\n[02:03.02] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[02:05.73] No more.\n[02:06.74] Maje$ty:\n[02:19.34] My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n[02:22.01] Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n[02:31.17] Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n[02:36.58] I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n[02:43.86] Surrounded by violence, my 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you don't want to see any evil.\n[03:21.97] Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n[03:24.14] Get 'em up.\n[03:25.96] Bizzy Mafioso.\n[03:26.85] No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n[03:29.64] When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n[03:34.80] You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n[03:37.56] Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n[03:41.21] But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n[03:45.77] Static's automatic fun, want some?\n[03:47.53] Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n[03:51.18] See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n[03:56.81] No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n[04:00.44] Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause 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ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\nWhen they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\nYou thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\nYes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\nBut I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\nStatic's automatic fun, want some?\nCome, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\nSee what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\nNo one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\nFuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\nNigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\nShoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\nWe sent it.\nWe'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\nYou thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\nRing-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\nThe undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\npenetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.72] Maje$ty:\n[00:02.61] Ridin' with death.\n[00:04.42] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[00:09.99] No more.\n[00:13.27] My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n[00:24.15] You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\n[00:29.64] Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n[00:31.41] Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n[00:44.05] Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n[00:49.50] Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n[00:53.18] My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n[01:00.46] I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n[01:03.18] ah.\n[01:04.05] So I'm ready for more.\n[01:05.88] Maje$ty:\n[01:06.72] Ridin' with death.\n[01:07.65] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[01:12.26] No more.\n[01:15.81] I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n[01:34.85] Is that all you got?\n[01:35.75] Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n[01:46.73] Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n[01:51.28] Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n[01:53.94] So, I'm ready for more.\n[01:56.69] Maje$ty:\n[02:02.12] Ridin' with death.\n[02:03.04] We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n[02:05.78] No more.\n[02:06.75] Maje$ty:\n[02:19.33] My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n[02:22.03] Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n[02:31.19] Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n[02:36.55] I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n[02:43.85] Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n[02:46.57] The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n[02:48.32] All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n[02:52.91] Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n[02:56.61] Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n[03:02.94] V.\n[03:03.86] Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n[03:05.62] Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n[03:09.32] When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n[03:21.93] Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n[03:24.11] Get 'em up.\n[03:25.97] Bizzy Mafioso.\n[03:26.82] No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n[03:29.63] When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n[03:34.83] You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n[03:37.58] Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n[03:41.25] But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n[03:45.79] Static's automatic fun, want some?\n[03:47.54] Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n[03:51.19] See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n[03:56.87] No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n[04:00.48] Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\n[04:03.28] Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\n[04:06.80] Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\n[04:09.53] We sent it.\n[04:11.37] We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\n[04:13.16] You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\n[04:14.96] Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\n[04:16.71] The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay 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get that ass up outta there.\n  start_ms: 254960\n  end_ms: 256710\n- text: The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\n  start_ms: 256710\n  end_ms: 263140\n- text: penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.\n  start_ms: 263140\n  end_ms: 271220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 271220\nplain: |-\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.\n  You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.\n  Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.\n  Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?\n  Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.\n  Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.\n  My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.\n  I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye\n  ah.\n  So I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more.\n  Is that all you got?\n  Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.\n  Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen.\n  Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.\n  So, I'm ready for more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  Ridin' with death.\n  We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.\n  No more.\n  Maje$ty:\n  My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.\n  Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.\n  Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.\n  I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.\n  Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime.\n  The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.\n  All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.\n  Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.\n  Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.\n  V.\n  Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score.\n  Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.\n  When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.\n  Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral.\n  Get 'em up.\n  Bizzy Mafioso.\n  No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes.\n  When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.\n  You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.\n  Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.\n  But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none.\n  Static's automatic fun, want some?\n  Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.\n  See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die.\n  No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire.\n  Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.\n  Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.\n  Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.\n  We sent it.\n  We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it.\n  You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.\n  Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there.\n  The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state\n  penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.\n"},{"id":36297379,"name":"Ready 4 War","trackName":"Ready 4 War","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/Majesty","albumName":"The Art Of 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shorts\nSmokin on the newports your ghetto resource\nAnd bitch you wanna dig your own ditch\nand hit you with levels beyond your control\nMy momma never raised no punks and hoes\nJust relear niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough\nI know y'all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain't nowhere to hide\nMakin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life\nIn the midst of the twist I'll be down to ride\n\nWe're ready for war\n\nRidin with death\n\nWe niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\nI'ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can't fade it\nWe stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken\nDeeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin\nTrapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be\nRunnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em\nThem fools come back like I'm ready for war is that all you got\nHeard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents\nSaid I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me\nBitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original\nMono y mono ain't no subliminal Hey\nWhen I regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin\nCatch me caught me must have seen\nAnd they're gonna get your ass next weekend\n\nIs the loss of life love and spirits\nCapital offense for generics lost in the prison\nLieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in\nMark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial\nSmokin hay that bite shit like microchips\nI watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom\nWhen you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I'ma drop 'em\n\nSurrounded bby violence my nigga I'm bound to just live a lifetime\nAnd this shrink wanna get inmy head cause I'm amongst the walking dead\nAll I really said if you niggas don't fled you gone bleed bloody red\nNigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time\nLetting niggas know we off in our prime\nIt'll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine\nCriminal-minded niggas been blinded\nLooking for a style like Bone but can't see me\nJust like mike everybody wanna be me\nStudy every movie nigga makin on tv\nEasy does it do it easy what it is number one better check the score\nHere we go nigga don't wanna fight no more\nBut I'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure\n\nWhen the ghetto needs me I'll be grippin to the scripture picture\nLittle Ripsta can I get critical\nAnd I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies\nZero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal\nWith my automatic let you have it you don't wanna see any evil\nMotherfuckers I'll take it to the people\nthen I will meet you at the funeral\nGet 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso no witness is the usual\nFurther mo murder mo ready with guns I'll serve you hoes\nWhen they call niggas hit the road\nAnd when they get killed I'ma get your soul\n\nYou thinkin I'm slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me\nYes they want to give me bloody body\nBy pumping a couple of slugs inside me\nBut I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I'm\nStacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun\nWant some come come come execution redrum rum\nSee what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied\nBurnt alive fried when they die\nNo one was able to find them cause they're bodies went up in a fire\nFuck they family try to creep\nbut you think I'm asleep cause I'm pumpin beats\nNigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah\nShoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute\nYou already suckas I bet that you bent it we sent it\nWe'll atest for the murder we should we dealt it\nYou thought you was flippin but got K.O.D'd\nRing-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there\nThe undisputed thugs in harmony proved it\nKicked a couple of niggas asses\nGotta take off and stay still blastin\nLocked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain't shit\nBetter make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side\nSo when you ride and you get high don't let them haters run up your side","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ready 4 War\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/Majesty\n  album: The Art Of War\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ridin with death\n\n  We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\n  Ridin with death\n\n  We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\n  My nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\n  My nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\n\n  You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation\n  Yeah you the next to get dropped I don't hide the glock\n  Real niggas don't stop pop pop\n  put him in the mud nigga and your body rot\n  Top closing down on your caskets\n  wanna make these bastards think we got mercy\n  Putting in work since a nigga thirteen\n  Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse\n  See I won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs\n  Fucking with my thugs and I'm needing my love nigga what\n  Bone niggas fin to do a little damage\n  take over the planet with my daily tortures\n  Of course it's the nigga that's takin no shorts\n  Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource\n  And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch\n  and hit you with levels beyond your control\n  My momma never raised no punks and hoes\n  Just relear niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough\n  I know y'all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain't nowhere to hide\n  Makin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life\n  In the midst of the twist I'll be down to ride\n\n  We're ready for war\n\n  Ridin with death\n\n  We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\n  I'ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can't fade it\n  We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken\n  Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin\n  Trapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be\n  Runnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em\n  Them fools come back like I'm ready for war is that all you got\n  Heard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents\n  Said I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me\n  Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original\n  Mono y mono ain't no subliminal Hey\n  When I regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin\n  Catch me caught me must have seen\n  And they're gonna get your ass next weekend\n\n  Is the loss of life love and spirits\n  Capital offense for generics lost in the prison\n  Lieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in\n  Mark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial\n  Smokin hay that bite shit like microchips\n  I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom\n  When you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I'ma drop 'em\n\n  Surrounded bby violence my nigga I'm bound to just live a lifetime\n  And this shrink wanna get inmy head cause I'm amongst the 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witness is the usual\n  Further mo murder mo ready with guns I'll serve you hoes\n  When they call niggas hit the road\n  And when they get killed I'ma get your soul\n\n  You thinkin I'm slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me\n  Yes they want to give me bloody body\n  By pumping a couple of slugs inside me\n  But I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I'm\n  Stacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun\n  Want some come come come execution redrum rum\n  See what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied\n  Burnt alive fried when they die\n  No one was able to find them cause they're bodies went up in a fire\n  Fuck they family try to creep\n  but you think I'm asleep cause I'm pumpin beats\n  Nigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah\n  Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute\n  You already suckas I bet that you bent it we sent it\n  We'll atest for the murder we should we dealt it\n  You thought you was flippin but got 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over the planet with my daily tortures\nOf course it's the nigga that's takin no shorts\nSmokin on the newports your ghetto resource\nAnd bitch you wanna dig your own ditch\nand hit you with levels beyond your control\nMy momma never raised no punks and hoes\nJust relear niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough\nI know y'all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain't nowhere to hide\nMakin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life\nIn the midst of the twist I'll be down to ride\n\nWe're ready for war\n\nRidin with death\n\nWe niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\nI'ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can't fade it\nWe stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken\nDeeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin\nTrapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be\nRunnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em\nThem fools come back like I'm ready for war is that all you got\nHeard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents\nSaid I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me\nBitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original\nMono y mono ain't no subliminal Hey\nWhen I regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin\nCatch me caught me must have seen\nAnd they're gonna get your ass next weekend\n\nIs the loss of life love and spirits\nCapital offense for generics lost in the prison\nLieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in\nMark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial\nSmokin hay that bite shit like microchips\nI watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom\nWhen you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I'ma drop 'em\n\nSurrounded bby violence my nigga I'm bound to just live a lifetime\nAnd this shrink wanna get inmy head cause I'm amongst the walking dead\nAll I really said if you niggas don't fled you gone bleed bloody red\nNigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time\nLetting niggas know we 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they want to give me bloody body\nBy pumping a couple of slugs inside me\nBut I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I'm\nStacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun\nWant some come come come execution redrum rum\nSee what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied\nBurnt alive fried when they die\nNo one was able to find them cause they're bodies went up in a fire\nFuck they family try to creep\nbut you think I'm asleep cause I'm pumpin beats\nNigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah\nShoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute\nYou already suckas I bet that you bent it we sent it\nWe'll atest for the murder we should we dealt it\nYou thought you was flippin but got K.O.D'd\nRing-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there\nThe undisputed thugs in harmony proved it\nKicked a couple of niggas asses\nGotta take off and stay still blastin\nLocked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain't shit\nBetter make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side\nSo when you ride and you get high don't let them haters run up your side","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.87] (Ridin' with death)\n[00:04.16] We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals\n[00:08.96] (Ridin' with death)\n[00:10.51] We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals\n[00:13.44] My nigga, now, majesty these niggas is after me\n[00:15.92] Murder red rum, red rum, red rum\n[00:18.88] My nigga, now, majesty these niggas is after me\n[00:22.01] Murder red rum, red rum, red rum\n[00:24.95] You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation\n[00:27.38] Yeah, you're the next to get dropped, I don't hide the Glock\n[00:29.33] Real niggas don't stop pop, pop\n[00:30.79] Put him in the mud nigga, and your body rott\n[00:32.45] Top closing down on your caskets\n[00:33.46] Wanna make these bastards think we got mercy\n[00:35.21] Putting in work since a nigga 13\n[00:36.78] Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse\n[00:38.47] See I won't hesitate to kill you, wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs\n[00:42.99] Fucking with my thugs, and I'm needing my love nigga what?\n[00:44.81] Bone niggas fin to do a little damage\n[00:46.30] Take over the planet with my daily tortures\n[00:47.72] Of course, it's the nigga that's takin' no shorts\n[00:49.39] Smokin' on the Newport your ghetto resource\n[00:50.76] And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch\n[00:52.42] And hit you with levels beyond your control\n[00:54.13] My momma never raised no punks and hoes\n[00:55.45] Just real niggas comin' up snatchin' souls for dough\n[00:56.90] I know y'all motherfuckers out there, somewhere ain't nowhere to hide\n[00:59.91] Makin' motherfuckers feel the vibe for life\n[01:01.74] In the midst of the twist, I'll be down to ride\n[01:03.40] We're ready for war (ridin' with death)\n[01:07.54] We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals\n[01:10.52] We're ready for war (ridin' with death)\n[01:13.87] We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals\n[01:15.31] I'ma relent and furiated that you hated, and pap, pap can't fade it\n[01:19.53] We stay heavily sedated, comin' now, back up my buck get shaken\n[01:22.52] Deeply dreaming about this demon, my daddy told me it was comin'\n[01:25.73] Trapped in the form of a bad, omen it's wicked, it was written, I'll be\n[01:29.11] Runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck 'em\n[01:33.04] Them fools come back like I'm ready for war, is that all you got?\n[01:35.58] Heard the mack was talkin', this and that 'bout some of my incidents\n[01:38.40] Said, I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this lil' EZ told me\n[01:41.58] Bitch clonin' little EZ's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original\n[01:44.78] Mano a mano ain't no subliminal, hey\n[01:47.95] When I regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they're sleepin'\n[01:50.84] Catch me caught me must have seen\n[01:52.59] And they're gonna get your ass next weekend\n[01:53.94] We're ready for war (ridin' with death)\n[01:57.61] We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals\n[02:00.69] We're ready for war (ridin' with death)\n[02:03.85] We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals\n[02:06.52] We're ready for war (ridin' with death)\n[02:10.52] We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals\n[02:13.24] We're ready for war (ridin' with death)\n[02:16.48] We niggas rappin', but still we're actin' like criminals\n[02:19.54] My mental seduction run your whole sound suction abduction of lyrics\n[02:23.48] Is the loss of life love and spirits\n[02:25.54] Capital offense for generics lost in the prison\n[02:28.54] Lieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin' in\n[02:31.49] Mark ass copy cat incoherence is crucial\n[02:34.20] Smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips\n[02:37.45] I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom\n[02:40.74] When you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em, I'ma drop 'em\n[02:44.01] Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime\n[02:46.83] And this shrink wanna get inmy head 'cause I'm amongst the walking dead\n[02:48.86] All I really said, if you niggas don't fled, you gone bleed bloody red\n[02:51.15] Nigga shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time\n[02:54.05] Letting niggas know we off in our prime\n[02:55.60] It'll be that way to 19999\n[02:57.16] Criminal-minded, niggas been blinded\n[02:59.00] Looking for a style like Bone, but can't see me\n[03:00.39] Just like mike everybody wanna be me\n[03:01.96] Study every movie nigga makin' on TV\n[03:03.38] Easy does it do it easy, what it is number one better check the score\n[03:06.27] Here we go nigga don't wanna fight no more\n[03:08.12] But I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure\n[03:09.52] When the ghetto needs me, I'll be grippin' to the scripture picture\n[03:11.17] Little Ripsta can I get critical\n[03:12.86] And I'm seldom seen in the Hennessey when I ride up on my enemies\n[03:16.34] Zero one of my heroes, Jesus blessed me to be lethal\n[03:19.16] With my automatic, let you have\n[03:20.81] If you don't wanna see any evil\n[03:22.16] Motherfuckers I'll take it to the people\n[03:23.98] Then I will meet you at the funeral\n[03:25.36] Get 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso, no witness is the usual\n[03:29.05] More further, more murder, more ready with guns I'll serve you hoes\n[03:32.03] When they call niggas hit the road\n[03:33.44] And when they get killed, I'ma get your soul\n[03:35.20] You're thinkin' I'm slippin' with niggas that itchin' to rob me\n[03:37.88] Yes, they want to give me bloody body\n[03:39.94] By pumping a couple of slugs inside me\n[03:41.49] But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns and I'm\n[03:45.03] Stacking them thangs, so you gets none statics automatic fun\n[03:48.08] Want some come, come, come execution red rum, rum\n[03:51.11] See what you see in my eyes, murder, murder death defied\n[03:54.36] Burnt alive fried when they die\n[03:57.55] No one was able to find them 'cause they're bodies went up in a fire\n[04:00.16] Fuck, they family try to creep\n[04:02.12] But you think I'm asleep 'cause I'm pumpin' beats\n[04:03.55] Nigga better believe, we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah\n[04:07.03] Shoot 'em up quick in a minute, and within a minute\n[04:09.02] You already suckas, I bet that you bent it we sent it\n[04:11.54] We'll atest for the murder, we should, we dealt it\n[04:13.30] You thought you was flippin', but got K.O.D\n[04:15.00] Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there\n[04:17.61] The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it\n[04:19.73] Kicked a couple of niggas asses\n[04:21.34] Gotta take off, and stay still blastin'\n[04:22.69] Locked in the state penatentiary, but dog that ain't shit\n[04:25.68] Better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side\n[04:29.07] So when you ride and you get high\n[04:30.55] Don't let them haters run up\n[04:36.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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after me murder redrum redrum redrum\n  My nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\n\n  You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation\n  Yeah you the next to get dropped I don't hide the glock\n  Real niggas don't stop pop pop\n  put him in the mud nigga and your body rot\n  Top closing down on your caskets\n  wanna make these bastards think we got mercy\n  Putting in work since a nigga thirteen\n  Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse\n  See I won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs\n  Fucking with my thugs and I'm needing my love nigga what\n  Bone niggas fin to do a little damage\n  take over the planet with my daily tortures\n  Of course it's the nigga that's takin no shorts\n  Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource\n  And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch\n  and hit you with levels beyond your control\n  My momma never raised no punks and hoes\n  Just relear niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough\n  I know y'all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain't nowhere to hide\n  Makin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life\n  In the midst of the twist I'll be down to ride\n\n  We're ready for war\n\n  Ridin with death\n\n  We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\n  I'ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can't fade it\n  We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken\n  Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin\n  Trapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be\n  Runnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em\n  Them fools come back like I'm ready for war is that all you got\n  Heard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents\n  Said I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me\n  Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original\n  Mono y mono ain't no subliminal Hey\n  When I regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin\n  Catch me caught me must have seen\n  And they're gonna get your ass next weekend\n\n  Is the loss of life love and spirits\n  Capital offense for generics lost in the prison\n  Lieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in\n  Mark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial\n  Smokin hay that bite shit like microchips\n  I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom\n  When you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I'ma drop 'em\n\n  Surrounded bby violence my nigga I'm bound to just live a lifetime\n  And this shrink wanna get inmy head cause I'm amongst the walking dead\n  All I really said if you niggas don't fled you gone bleed bloody red\n  Nigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time\n  Letting niggas know we off in our prime\n  It'll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine\n  Criminal-minded niggas been blinded\n  Looking for a style like Bone but can't see me\n  Just like mike everybody wanna be me\n  Study every movie nigga makin on tv\n  Easy does it do it easy what it is number one better check the score\n  Here we go nigga don't wanna fight no more\n  But I'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure\n\n  When the ghetto needs me I'll be grippin to the scripture picture\n  Little Ripsta can I get critical\n  And I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies\n  Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal\n  With my automatic let you have it you don't wanna see any evil\n  Motherfuckers I'll take it to the people\n  then I will meet you at the funeral\n  Get 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso no witness is the usual\n  Further mo murder mo ready with guns I'll serve you hoes\n  When they call niggas hit the road\n  And when they get killed I'ma get your soul\n\n  You thinkin I'm slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me\n  Yes they want to give me bloody body\n  By pumping a couple of slugs inside me\n  But I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I'm\n  Stacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun\n  Want some come come come execution redrum rum\n  See what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied\n  Burnt alive fried when they die\n  No one was able to find them cause they're bodies went up in a fire\n  Fuck they family try to creep\n  but you think I'm asleep cause I'm pumpin beats\n  Nigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah\n  Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute\n  You already suckas I bet that you bent it we sent it\n  We'll atest for the murder we should we dealt it\n  You thought you was flippin but got K.O.D'd\n  Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there\n  The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it\n  Kicked a couple of niggas asses\n  Gotta take off and stay still blastin\n  Locked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain't shit\n  Better make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side\n  So when you ride and you get high don't let them haters run up your side\n"},{"id":24569993,"name":"Ready 4 War","trackName":"Ready 4 War","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/Majesty","albumName":"The Art Of War (Disc 1)","duration":276.4666669,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ridin with death\n\nWe niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\nRidin with death\n\nWe niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\nMy nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\nMy nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\n\nYou niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation\nYeah you the next to get dropped I don't hide the glock\nReal niggas don't stop pop pop\nput him in the mud nigga and your body rot\nTop closing down on your caskets\nwanna make these bastards think we got mercy\nPutting in work since a nigga thirteen\nSending niggas like yourself off in a hearse\nSee I won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs\nFucking with my thugs and I'm needing my love nigga what\nBone niggas fin to do a little damage\ntake over the planet with my daily tortures\nOf course it's the nigga that's takin no shorts\nSmokin on the newports your ghetto resource\nAnd bitch you wanna dig your own ditch\nand hit you with levels beyond your control\nMy momma never raised no punks and hoes\nJust relear niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough\nI know y'all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain't nowhere to hide\nMakin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life\nIn the midst of the twist I'll be down to ride\n\nWe're ready for war\n\nRidin with death\n\nWe niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\nI'ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can't fade it\nWe stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken\nDeeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin\nTrapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be\nRunnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em\nThem fools come back like I'm ready for war is that all you got\nHeard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents\nSaid I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me\nBitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original\nMono y mono ain't no subliminal Hey\nWhen I regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin\nCatch me caught me must have seen\nAnd they're gonna get your ass next weekend\n\nIs the loss of life love and spirits\nCapital offense for generics lost in the prison\nLieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in\nMark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial\nSmokin hay that bite shit like microchips\nI watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom\nWhen you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I'ma drop 'em\n\nSurrounded bby violence my nigga I'm bound to just live a lifetime\nAnd this shrink wanna get inmy head cause I'm amongst the walking dead\nAll I really said if you niggas don't fled you gone bleed bloody red\nNigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time\nLetting niggas know we off in our prime\nIt'll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine\nCriminal-minded niggas been blinded\nLooking for a style like Bone but can't see me\nJust like mike everybody wanna be me\nStudy every movie nigga makin on tv\nEasy does it do it easy what it is number one better check the score\nHere we go nigga don't wanna fight no more\nBut I'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure\n\nWhen the ghetto needs me I'll be grippin to the scripture picture\nLittle Ripsta can I get critical\nAnd I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies\nZero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal\nWith my automatic let you have it you don't wanna see any evil\nMotherfuckers I'll take it to the people\nthen I will meet you at the funeral\nGet 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso no witness is the usual\nFurther mo murder mo ready with guns I'll serve you hoes\nWhen they call niggas hit the road\nAnd when they get killed I'ma get your soul\n\nYou thinkin I'm slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me\nYes they want to give me bloody body\nBy pumping a couple of slugs inside me\nBut I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I'm\nStacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun\nWant some come come come execution redrum rum\nSee what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied\nBurnt alive fried when they die\nNo one was able to find them cause they're bodies went up in a fire\nFuck they family try to creep\nbut you think I'm asleep cause I'm pumpin beats\nNigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah\nShoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute\nYou already suckas I bet that you bent it we sent it\nWe'll atest for the murder we should we dealt it\nYou thought you was flippin but got K.O.D'd\nRing-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there\nThe undisputed thugs in harmony proved it\nKicked a couple of niggas asses\nGotta take off and stay still blastin\nLocked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain't shit\nBetter make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side\nSo when you ride and you get high don't let them haters run up your side","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ready 4 War\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/Majesty\n  album: The Art Of War (Disc 1)\n  duration_ms: 276467\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ridin with death\n\n  We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\n  Ridin with death\n\n  We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\n  My nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\n  My nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum\n\n  You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation\n  Yeah you the next to get dropped I don't hide the glock\n  Real niggas don't stop pop pop\n  put him in the mud nigga and your body rot\n  Top closing down on your caskets\n  wanna make these bastards think we got mercy\n  Putting in work since a nigga thirteen\n  Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse\n  See I won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs\n  Fucking with my thugs and I'm needing my love nigga what\n  Bone niggas fin to do a little damage\n  take over the planet with my daily tortures\n  Of course it's the nigga that's takin no shorts\n  Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource\n  And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch\n  and hit you with levels beyond your control\n  My momma never raised no punks and hoes\n  Just relear niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough\n  I know y'all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain't nowhere to hide\n  Makin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life\n  In the midst of the twist I'll be down to ride\n\n  We're ready for war\n\n  Ridin with death\n\n  We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals\n\n  I'ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can't fade it\n  We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken\n  Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin\n  Trapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be\n  Runnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em\n  Them fools come back like I'm ready for war is that all you got\n  Heard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents\n  Said I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me\n  Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original\n  Mono y mono ain't no subliminal Hey\n  When I regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin\n  Catch me caught me must have seen\n  And they're gonna get your ass next weekend\n\n  Is the loss of life love and spirits\n  Capital offense for generics lost in the prison\n  Lieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in\n  Mark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial\n  Smokin hay that bite shit like microchips\n  I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom\n  When you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I'ma drop 'em\n\n  Surrounded bby violence my nigga I'm bound to just live a lifetime\n  And this shrink wanna get inmy head cause I'm amongst the walking dead\n  All I really said if you niggas don't fled you gone bleed bloody red\n  Nigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time\n  Letting niggas know we off in our prime\n  It'll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine\n  Criminal-minded niggas been blinded\n  Looking for a style like Bone but can't see me\n  Just like mike everybody wanna be me\n  Study every movie nigga makin on tv\n  Easy does it do it easy what it is number one better check the score\n  Here we go nigga don't wanna fight no more\n  But I'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure\n\n  When the ghetto needs me I'll be grippin to the scripture picture\n  Little Ripsta can I get critical\n  And I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies\n  Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal\n  With my automatic let you have it you don't wanna see any evil\n  Motherfuckers I'll take it to the people\n  then I will meet you at the funeral\n  Get 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso no witness is the usual\n  Further mo murder mo ready with guns I'll serve you hoes\n  When they call niggas hit the road\n  And when they get killed I'ma get your soul\n\n  You thinkin I'm slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me\n  Yes they want to give me bloody body\n  By pumping a couple of slugs inside me\n  But I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I'm\n  Stacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun\n  Want some come come come execution redrum rum\n  See what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied\n  Burnt alive fried when they die\n  No one was able to find them cause they're bodies went up in a fire\n  Fuck they family try to creep\n  but you think I'm asleep cause I'm pumpin beats\n  Nigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah\n  Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute\n  You already suckas I bet that you bent it we sent it\n  We'll atest for the murder we should we dealt it\n  You thought you was flippin but got K.O.D'd\n  Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there\n  The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it\n  Kicked a couple of niggas asses\n  Gotta take off and stay still blastin\n  Locked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain't shit\n  Better make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side\n  So when you ride and you get high don't let them haters run up your side\n"}]