[{"id":7508762,"name":"Streets","trackName":"Streets","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"Strength & Loyalty","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I sound so raw, cause I'm down by law, tryna play me cause I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you fuckin with a boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around the devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest I'm a? so I'm heated heavy for it, why you lookin for me nigga with yo lookin ass, meet me at the club all my niggas get to whippin ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos'ed to be thug, nigga pos'ed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga cause we smellin' yo pussy, the whole bottom line is you can't fuck with' me, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\nYou looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nIt's the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, I'm a tickin time bomb let it finish the job, lyrical damage on one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorchin, proceed with caution murder any mc, ya soul is lost, when I'm ridin with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fuckin grenade, one man army, only two things in the world can call me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin,\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a pistol but he still gon' shoot, cause' he a hoe, like halfa' these niggas is rappin', I'm a' let you know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these niggas man I don't respect these niggas, I'm a real mother fucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a critic, but yo shit I ain't feelin, no, you niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't see me, physically I'll bring your misery, seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen to these other niggas hits, you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, cause we keep it all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother fuckin' money on the wood, bitch niggas would be gone if they could, but I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\nIf you lookin!...\n\nI got my hand on my balls, grippin in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach, on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues, chasin paper allways, and I know how to get it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way, you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real, and I love it but you know how the gameplay got me ready to kill, somebody, but it's all good, with' these shows at my steets nigga all good, gotta be stackin my paper like that's all I know, these niggas is playin, I gotta get it like lock and load, winter through summer, summer back through to winter, we hustlin dawg, hustlin, hustlin, hustlin, give it all you got, give it all you got, hustlin, niggas is talkin bout weed now watch yo mouth!\n\nIf you looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\nIf you lookin!...","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.18] Now I sound so raw, cause I'm down by law, tryna play me cause I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you fuckin with a boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around the devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest I'm a? so I'm heated heavy for it, why you lookin for me nigga with yo lookin ass, meet me at the club all my niggas get to whippin ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos'ed to be thug, nigga pos'ed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga cause we smellin' yo pussy, the whole bottom line is you can't fuck with' me, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n[00:27.54] You looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[00:29.32] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:30.42] If you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\n[00:31.28] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[00:35.28] It's the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, I'm a tickin time bomb let it finish the job, lyrical damage on one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorchin, proceed with caution murder any mc, ya soul is lost, when I'm ridin with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fuckin grenade, one man army, only two things in the world can call me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n[00:36.54] If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin,\n[00:37.36] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:38.15] If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin!\n[00:38.84] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[00:39.30] Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a pistol but he still gon' shoot, cause' he a hoe, like halfa' these niggas is rappin', I'm a' let you know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these niggas man I don't respect these niggas, I'm a real mother fucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a critic, but yo shit I ain't feelin, no, you niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't see me, physically I'll bring your misery, seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen to these other niggas hits, you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, cause we keep it all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother fuckin' money on the wood, bitch niggas would be gone if they could, but I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n[00:40.66] If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[00:41.21] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:41.97] If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\n[00:43.73] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[00:44.38] If you lookin!...\n[00:45.21] I got my hand on my balls, grippin in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach, on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues, chasin paper allways, and I know how to get it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way, you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real, and I love it but you know how the gameplay got me ready to kill, somebody, but it's all good, with' these shows at my steets nigga all good, gotta be stackin my paper like that's all I know, these niggas is playin, I gotta get it like lock and load, winter through summer, summer back through to winter, we hustlin dawg, hustlin, hustlin, hustlin, give it all you got, give it all you got, hustlin, niggas is talkin bout weed now watch yo mouth!\n[01:02.74] If you looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[01:09.72] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[01:16.91] If you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\n[01:18.06] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[01:18.86] If you lookin!...\n[01:19.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: Strength & Loyalty\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Now I sound so raw, cause I'm down by law, tryna play me cause I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you fuckin with a boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they 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the ghetto!, cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  You looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  It's the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, I'm a tickin time bomb let it finish the job, lyrical damage on one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorchin, proceed with caution murder any mc, ya soul is lost, when I'm ridin with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage ain't 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Loyalty","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\nTryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\nNigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\nLeave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\nBoss, cross pass with me,\nI'm in the hood all them watts in\nThe Bronx where they cater all around\nThe devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for 'em,\nNiggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\nI'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\nWhy are you looking for me nigga\nWith your looking ass, meet me at the\nClub all my niggas get to whipping ass,\nThen a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\nPosed to be street,\nPull your skirt down nigga 'cause we're\nSmellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\nYou can't fuck with me, Will.I.Am the ghetto!\nWill.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\nNature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\nI'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nForty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nMagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the\nHead of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nTerror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch\nYou fraud, I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\nJob, lyrical damage on one, two punch,\nCrush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(Cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nProceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nBlack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nUp, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nMan army, only two things in the world can call\nMe, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nBack down, never back down,\nNever back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nForty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nMagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the\nHead of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nTerror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch\nYou fraud, I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\nJob, lyrical damage on one, two punch,\nCrush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(Cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nProceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nBlack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nUp, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nMan army, only two things in the world can call\nMe, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nBack down, never back down,\nNever back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and\nSteel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\nPistol but he still gonna shoot, 'cause he's a hoe,\nLike half of' these niggas is rappin', I'm gonna let you\nKnow, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a\nFancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these\nNiggas man I don't respect these niggas,\nI'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\nCritic, but your shit I ain't feeling, no,\nYour niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\nSee me, physically I'll bring your misery,\nSeriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\nTo these other niggas hits,\nYou hear my twist they blew my shit,\nBut it's all good, 'cause we keep it\nAll hood, and when we see niggas get rolled\nDog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother\nFuckin' money on the wood,\nBitch niggas would be gone if they\nCould, but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\nShut 'em down,\nI'm gonna shut 'em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nI got my hand on my balls,\nGripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\nI'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\nOn some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\nStreets, this ain't my only occupation hittin'\nAvenues, chasing paper always, and I know how to get\nIt, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\nYou can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\nLet it bang b-bang bang,\nI'm the street for real,\nAnd I love it but you know how the game play got\nMe ready to kill, somebody, but it's all good,\nWith these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\nBe stacking my paper like that's all I know,\nThese niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\nLoad, winter through summer,\nSummer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\nHustling, give it all you got,\nGive it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\nYour mouth!\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: Strength & Loyalty\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  Tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  Nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  Leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  Boss, cross pass with me,\n  I'm in the hood all them watts in\n  The Bronx where they cater all around\n  The devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for 'em,\n  Niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  Why are you looking for me nigga\n  With your looking ass, meet me at the\n  Club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  Then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  Posed to be street,\n  Pull your skirt down nigga 'cause we're\n  Smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  You can't fuck with me, Will.I.Am the ghetto!\n  Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  Nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  Forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  Magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the\n  Head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  Terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch\n  You fraud, I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  Job, lyrical damage on one, two punch,\n  Crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (Cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  Proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  Black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  Up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  Man army, only two things in the world can call\n  Me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  Back down, never back down,\n  Never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  Forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  Magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the\n  Head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  Terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch\n  You fraud, I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  Job, lyrical damage on one, two punch,\n  Crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (Cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  Proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  Black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  Up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  Man army, only two things in the world can call\n  Me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  Back down, never back down,\n  Never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and\n  Steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  Pistol but he still gonna shoot, 'cause he's a hoe,\n  Like half of' these niggas is rappin', I'm gonna let you\n  Know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a\n  Fancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  Niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  Critic, but your shit I ain't feeling, no,\n  Your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  See me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  Seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  To these other niggas hits,\n  You hear my twist they blew my shit,\n  But it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  All hood, and when we see niggas get rolled\n  Dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  Fuckin' money on the wood,\n  Bitch niggas would be gone if they\n  Could, but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  Shut 'em down,\n  I'm gonna shut 'em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  I got my hand on my balls,\n  Gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  On some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  Streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin'\n  Avenues, chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  It, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  You can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  Let it bang b-bang bang,\n  I'm the street for real,\n  And I love it but you know how the game play got\n  Me ready to kill, somebody, but it's all good,\n  With these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  Be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  These niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  Load, winter through summer,\n  Summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  Hustling, give it all you got,\n  Give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  Your mouth!\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n"},{"id":22141429,"name":"streets","trackName":"streets","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Strength and loyality","duration":219.872687,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\nTryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\nNigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\nLeave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\nBoss, cross pass with me,\nI'm in the hood all them watts in\nThe Bronx where they cater all around\nThe devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for 'em,\nNiggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\nI'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\nWhy are you looking for me nigga\nWith your looking ass, meet me at the\nClub all my niggas get to whipping ass,\nThen a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\nPosed to be street,\nPull your skirt down nigga 'cause we're\nSmellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\nYou can't fuck with me, Will.I.Am the ghetto!\nWill.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\nNature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\nI'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nForty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nMagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the\nHead of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nTerror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch\nYou fraud, I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\nJob, lyrical damage on one, two punch,\nCrush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(Cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nProceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nBlack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nUp, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nMan army, only two things in the world can call\nMe, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nBack down, never back down,\nNever back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nForty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nMagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the\nHead of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nTerror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch\nYou fraud, I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\nJob, lyrical damage on one, two punch,\nCrush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(Cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nProceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nBlack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nUp, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nMan army, only two things in the world can call\nMe, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nBack down, never back down,\nNever back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and\nSteel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\nPistol but he still gonna shoot, 'cause he's a hoe,\nLike half of' these niggas is rappin', I'm gonna let you\nKnow, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a\nFancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these\nNiggas man I don't respect these niggas,\nI'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\nCritic, but your shit I ain't feeling, no,\nYour niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\nSee me, physically I'll bring your misery,\nSeriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\nTo these other niggas hits,\nYou hear my twist they blew my shit,\nBut it's all good, 'cause we keep it\nAll hood, and when we see niggas get rolled\nDog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother\nFuckin' money on the wood,\nBitch niggas would be gone if they\nCould, but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\nShut 'em down,\nI'm gonna shut 'em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nI got my hand on my balls,\nGripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\nI'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\nOn some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\nStreets, this ain't my only occupation hittin'\nAvenues, chasing paper always, and I know how to get\nIt, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\nYou can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\nLet it bang b-bang bang,\nI'm the street for real,\nAnd I love it but you know how the game play got\nMe ready to kill, somebody, but it's all good,\nWith these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\nBe stacking my paper like that's all I know,\nThese niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\nLoad, winter through summer,\nSummer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\nHustling, give it all you got,\nGive it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\nYour mouth!\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: streets\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Strength and loyality\n  duration_ms: 219873\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  Tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  Nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  Leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  Boss, cross pass with me,\n  I'm in the hood all them watts in\n  The Bronx where they cater all around\n  The devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for 'em,\n  Niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  Why are you looking for me nigga\n  With your looking ass, meet me at the\n  Club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  Then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  Posed to be street,\n  Pull your skirt down nigga 'cause we're\n  Smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  You can't fuck with me, Will.I.Am the ghetto!\n  Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  Nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  Forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  Magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the\n  Head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  Terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch\n  You fraud, I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  Job, lyrical damage on one, two punch,\n  Crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (Cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  Proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  Black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  Up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  Man army, only two things in the world can call\n  Me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  Back down, never back down,\n  Never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  Forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  Magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the\n  Head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  Terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch\n  You fraud, I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  Job, lyrical damage on one, two punch,\n  Crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (Cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  Proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  Black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  Up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  Man army, only two things in the world can call\n  Me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  Back down, never back down,\n  Never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and\n  Steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  Pistol but he still gonna shoot, 'cause he's a hoe,\n  Like half of' these niggas is rappin', I'm gonna let you\n  Know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a\n  Fancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  Niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  Critic, but your shit I ain't feeling, no,\n  Your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  See me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  Seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  To these other niggas hits,\n  You hear my twist they blew my shit,\n  But it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  All hood, and when we see niggas get rolled\n  Dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  Fuckin' money on the wood,\n  Bitch niggas would be gone if they\n  Could, but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  Shut 'em down,\n  I'm gonna shut 'em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  I got my hand on my balls,\n  Gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  On some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  Streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin'\n  Avenues, chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  It, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  You can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  Let it bang b-bang bang,\n  I'm the street for real,\n  And I love it but you know how the game play got\n  Me ready to kill, somebody, but it's all good,\n  With these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  Be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  These niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  Load, winter through summer,\n  Summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  Hustling, give it all you got,\n  Give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  Your mouth!\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n"},{"id":27548567,"name":"Streets","trackName":"Streets","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Strength & Loyalty ( Cuts)","duration":294.666583,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\nTryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\nNigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\nLeave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\nBoss, cross pass with me,\nI'm in the hood all them watts in\nThe Bronx where they cater all around\nThe devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for 'em,\nNiggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\nI'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\nWhy are you looking for me nigga\nWith your looking ass, meet me at the\nClub all my niggas get to whipping ass,\nThen a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\nPosed to be street,\nPull your skirt down nigga 'cause we're\nSmellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\nYou can't fuck with me, Will.I.Am the ghetto!\nWill.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\nNature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\nI'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nForty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nMagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the\nHead of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nTerror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch\nYou fraud, I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\nJob, lyrical damage on one, two punch,\nCrush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(Cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nProceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nBlack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nUp, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nMan army, only two things in the world can call\nMe, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nBack down, never back down,\nNever back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nForty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nMagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the\nHead of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nTerror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch\nYou fraud, I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\nJob, lyrical damage on one, two punch,\nCrush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(Cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nProceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nBlack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nUp, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nMan army, only two things in the world can call\nMe, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nBack down, never back down,\nNever back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and\nSteel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\nPistol but he still gonna shoot, 'cause he's a hoe,\nLike half of' these niggas is rappin', I'm gonna let you\nKnow, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a\nFancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these\nNiggas man I don't respect these niggas,\nI'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\nCritic, but your shit I ain't feeling, no,\nYour niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\nSee me, physically I'll bring your misery,\nSeriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\nTo these other niggas hits,\nYou hear my twist they blew my shit,\nBut it's all good, 'cause we keep it\nAll hood, and when we see niggas get rolled\nDog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother\nFuckin' money on the wood,\nBitch niggas would be gone if they\nCould, but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\nShut 'em down,\nI'm gonna shut 'em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nI got my hand on my balls,\nGripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\nI'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\nOn some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\nStreets, this ain't my only occupation hittin'\nAvenues, chasing paper always, and I know how to get\nIt, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\nYou can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\nLet it bang b-bang bang,\nI'm the street for real,\nAnd I love it but you know how the game play got\nMe ready to kill, somebody, but it's all good,\nWith these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\nBe stacking my paper like that's all I know,\nThese niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\nLoad, winter through summer,\nSummer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\nHustling, give it all you got,\nGive it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\nYour mouth!\n\nYou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Strength & Loyalty ( Cuts)\n  duration_ms: 294667\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  Tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  Nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  Leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  Boss, cross pass with me,\n  I'm in the hood all them watts in\n  The Bronx where they cater all around\n  The devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for 'em,\n  Niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  Why are you looking for me nigga\n  With your looking ass, meet me at the\n  Club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  Then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  Posed to be street,\n  Pull your skirt down nigga 'cause we're\n  Smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  You can't fuck with me, Will.I.Am the ghetto!\n  Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  Nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  Forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  Magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the\n  Head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  Terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch\n  You fraud, I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  Job, lyrical damage on one, two punch,\n  Crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (Cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  Proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  Black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  Up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  Man army, only two things in the world can call\n  Me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  Back down, never back down,\n  Never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  Forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  Magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the\n  Head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  Terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch\n  You fraud, I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  Job, lyrical damage on one, two punch,\n  Crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (Cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  Proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  Black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  Up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  Man army, only two things in the world can call\n  Me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  Back down, never back down,\n  Never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and\n  Steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  Pistol but he still gonna shoot, 'cause he's a hoe,\n  Like half of' these niggas is rappin', I'm gonna let you\n  Know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a\n  Fancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  Niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  Critic, but your shit I ain't feeling, no,\n  Your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  See me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  Seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  To these other niggas hits,\n  You hear my twist they blew my shit,\n  But it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  All hood, and when we see niggas get rolled\n  Dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  Fuckin' money on the wood,\n  Bitch niggas would be gone if they\n  Could, but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  Shut 'em down,\n  I'm gonna shut 'em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  I got my hand on my balls,\n  Gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  On some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  Streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin'\n  Avenues, chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  It, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  You can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  Let it bang b-bang bang,\n  I'm the street for real,\n  And I love it but you know how the game play got\n  Me ready to kill, somebody, but it's all good,\n  With these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  Be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  These niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  Load, winter through summer,\n  Summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  Hustling, give it all you got,\n  Give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  Your mouth!\n\n  You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n"},{"id":39816989,"name":"Streets","trackName":"Streets","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"BWS Radio Part 2","duration":96.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I sound so raw, cause I'm down by law, tryna play me cause I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you fuckin with a boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around the devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest I'm a? so I'm heated heavy for it, why you lookin for me nigga with yo lookin ass, meet me at the club all my niggas get to whippin ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos'ed to be thug, nigga pos'ed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga cause we smellin' yo pussy, the whole bottom line is you can't fuck with' me, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\nYou looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nIt's the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, I'm a tickin time bomb let it finish the job, lyrical damage on one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorchin, proceed with caution murder any mc, ya soul is lost, when I'm ridin with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fuckin grenade, one man army, only two things in the world can call me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin,\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a pistol but he still gon' shoot, cause' he a hoe, like halfa' these niggas is rappin', I'm a' let you know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these niggas man I don't respect these niggas, I'm a real mother fucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a critic, but yo shit I ain't feelin, no, you niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't see me, physically I'll bring your misery, seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen to these other niggas hits, you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, cause we keep it all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother fuckin' money on the wood, bitch niggas would be gone if they could, but I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\nIf you lookin!...\n\nI got my hand on my balls, grippin in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach, on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues, chasin paper allways, and I know how to get it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way, you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real, and I love it but you know how the gameplay got me ready to kill, somebody, but it's all good, with' these shows at my steets nigga all good, gotta be stackin my paper like that's all I know, these niggas is playin, I gotta get it like lock and load, winter through summer, summer back through to winter, we hustlin dawg, hustlin, hustlin, hustlin, give it all you got, give it all you got, hustlin, niggas is talkin bout weed now watch yo mouth!\n\nIf you looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\nIf you lookin!...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: BWS Radio Part 2\n  duration_ms: 95637\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now I sound so raw, cause I'm down by law, tryna play me cause I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you fuckin with a boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around the devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest I'm a? so I'm heated heavy for it, why you lookin for me nigga with yo lookin ass, meet me at the club all my niggas get to whippin ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos'ed to be thug, nigga pos'ed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga cause we smellin' yo pussy, the whole bottom line is you can't fuck with' me, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  You looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  It's the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, I'm a tickin time bomb let it finish the job, lyrical damage on one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorchin, proceed with caution murder any mc, ya soul is lost, when I'm ridin with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fuckin grenade, one man army, only two things in the world can call me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin,\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a pistol but he still gon' shoot, cause' he a hoe, like halfa' these niggas is rappin', I'm a' let you know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these niggas man I don't respect these niggas, I'm a real mother fucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a critic, but yo shit I ain't feelin, no, you niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't see me, physically I'll bring your misery, seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen to these other niggas hits, you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, cause we keep it all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother fuckin' money on the wood, bitch niggas would be gone if they could, but I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n  If you lookin!...\n\n  I got my hand on my balls, grippin in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach, on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues, chasin paper allways, and I know how to get it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way, you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real, and I love it but you know how the gameplay got me ready to kill, somebody, but it's all good, with' these shows at my steets nigga all good, gotta be stackin my paper like that's all I know, these niggas is playin, I gotta get it like lock and load, winter through summer, summer back through to winter, we hustlin dawg, hustlin, hustlin, hustlin, give it all you got, give it all you got, hustlin, niggas is talkin bout weed now watch yo mouth!\n\n  If you looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n  If you lookin!...\n"},{"id":24886587,"name":"Streets (explicit)","trackName":"Streets (explicit)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Strength & Loyalty","duration":261.453333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\nNow I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\ntryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\nnigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\nleave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\nboss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\nwatts in the Bronx where they cater all around\nthe devil block, trouble not,\nI'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\nI'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\nwhy are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\nclub all my niggas get to whipping ass,\nthen a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\nposed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\nwe're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\nyou can't fuck with me, Will.\nI.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\nnature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\nI'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\nyou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nif you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n[Verse Two - The Game:]\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nforty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nmagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\nof the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nterror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\nI'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\njob, lyrical damage on one,\ntwo punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nproceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nblack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nup, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nman army, only two things in the world can call me,\nwest pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nback down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\ntoe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\npistol but he still gonna shoot,\n'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\nI'm gonna let you\nknow, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\nshow, we done checked these niggas, met these\nniggas man I don't respect these niggas,\nI'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\ncritic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\nno, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\nsee me, physically I'll bring your misery,\nseriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\nto these other niggas hits,\nyou hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\nall hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\na hog should, just lemme put the mother\nfuckin' money on the wood,\nbitch niggas would be gone if they could,\nbut I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\nshut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\nbone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\nI got my hand on my balls,\ngripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\nI'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\non some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\nstreets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\nchasing paper always, and I know how to get\nit, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\nyou can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\nlet it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\nand I love it but you know how the game play got\nme ready to kill, somebody,\nbut it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\nbe stacking my paper like that's all I know,\nthese niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\nload, winter through summer,\nsummer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\nhustling, give it all you got,\ngive it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\nyour mouth!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n[00:01.84] Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n[00:06.76] tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n[00:08.78] nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n[00:11.39] leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n[00:13.78] boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n[00:15.02] watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n[00:17.62] the devil block, trouble not,\n[00:18.78] I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n[00:21.08] I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n[00:23.30] why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n[00:26.10] club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n[00:27.56] then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n[00:30.43] posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n[00:33.36] we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n[00:35.22] you can't fuck with me, Will.\n[00:36.65] I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n[00:41.75] nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n[00:44.58] I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n[00:45.87] [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n[00:46.66] you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[00:50.37] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:54.26] if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n[00:59.42] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[01:03.31] [Verse Two - The Game:]\n[01:03.95] It's the black rag assassin,\n[01:04.94] forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n[01:07.98] magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n[01:10.25] of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n[01:12.89] terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n[01:14.82] I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n[01:17.58] job, lyrical damage on one,\n[01:18.73] two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n[01:20.18] (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n[01:23.75] proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n[01:26.83] I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n[01:28.47] black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n[01:30.87] up, get ready for the face off,\n[01:32.75] Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n[01:36.06] man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n[01:38.36] west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n[01:40.85] back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n[01:44.46] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[02:00.92] [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n[02:02.49] Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n[02:04.93] toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n[02:06.75] pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n[02:07.94] 'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n[02:10.28] I'm gonna let you\n[02:11.03] know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n[02:12.32] show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n[02:14.84] niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n[02:17.00] I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n[02:19.79] critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n[02:21.77] no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n[02:24.62] see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n[02:26.13] seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n[02:28.43] to these other niggas hits,\n[02:29.81] you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n[02:32.99] all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n[02:34.61] a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n[02:36.94] fuckin' money on the wood,\n[02:38.18] bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n[02:39.95] but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n[02:41.62] shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n[02:42.63] bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n[02:44.48] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[03:02.79] [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n[03:04.60] I got my hand on my balls,\n[03:05.53] gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n[03:07.76] I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n[03:09.56] on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n[03:11.89] streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n[03:13.82] chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n[03:16.18] it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n[03:18.18] you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n[03:21.06] let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n[03:23.13] and I love it but you know how the game play got\n[03:25.43] me ready to kill, somebody,\n[03:26.84] but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n[03:30.17] be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n[03:32.55] these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n[03:34.59] load, winter through summer,\n[03:35.68] summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n[03:39.03] hustling, give it all you got,\n[03:40.56] give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n[03:43.10] your mouth!\n[03:44.77] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[04:11.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets (explicit)\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: Strength & Loyalty\n  duration_ms: 261453\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse One - Layzie Bone:]'\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 1840\n- text: Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  start_ms: 1840\n  end_ms: 6760\n- text: tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  start_ms: 6760\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 11390\n- text: leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  start_ms: 11390\n  end_ms: 13780\n- text: boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  start_ms: 13780\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: the devil block, trouble not,\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 18780\n- text: I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  start_ms: 18780\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 23300\n- text: why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  start_ms: 23300\n  end_ms: 26100\n- text: club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  start_ms: 26100\n  end_ms: 27560\n- text: then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  start_ms: 27560\n  end_ms: 30430\n- text: posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  start_ms: 30430\n  end_ms: 33360\n- text: we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  start_ms: 33360\n  end_ms: 35220\n- text: you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  start_ms: 35220\n  end_ms: 36650\n- text: I.Am the ghetto! 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Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 224770\n  end_ms: 251980\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251980\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n  Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  the devil block, trouble not,\n  I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n  you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  [Verse Two - The Game:]\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n  of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n  I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  job, lyrical damage on one,\n  two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n  west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n  toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n  'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n  I'm gonna let you\n  know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n  show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n  no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  to these other niggas hits,\n  you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n  a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  fuckin' money on the wood,\n  bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n  but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n  bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n  I got my hand on my balls,\n  gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n  chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n  and I love it but you know how the game play got\n  me ready to kill, somebody,\n  but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  load, winter through summer,\n  summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  hustling, give it all you got,\n  give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  your mouth!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n"},{"id":27555810,"name":"Streets (explicit)","trackName":"Streets (explicit)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐N‐Harmony","albumName":"Strength & Loyalty","duration":263.956536,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\nNow I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\ntryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\nnigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\nleave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\nboss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\nwatts in the Bronx where they cater all around\nthe devil block, trouble not,\nI'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\nI'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\nwhy are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\nclub all my niggas get to whipping ass,\nthen a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\nposed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\nwe're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\nyou can't fuck with me, Will.\nI.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\nnature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\nI'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\nyou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nif you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n[Verse Two - The Game:]\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nforty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nmagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\nof the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nterror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\nI'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\njob, lyrical damage on one,\ntwo punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nproceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nblack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nup, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nman army, only two things in the world can call me,\nwest pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nback down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\ntoe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\npistol but he still gonna shoot,\n'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\nI'm gonna let you\nknow, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\nshow, we done checked these niggas, met these\nniggas man I don't respect these niggas,\nI'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\ncritic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\nno, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\nsee me, physically I'll bring your misery,\nseriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\nto these other niggas hits,\nyou hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\nall hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\na hog should, just lemme put the mother\nfuckin' money on the wood,\nbitch niggas would be gone if they could,\nbut I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\nshut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\nbone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\nI got my hand on my balls,\ngripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\nI'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\non some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\nstreets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\nchasing paper always, and I know how to get\nit, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\nyou can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\nlet it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\nand I love it but you know how the game play got\nme ready to kill, somebody,\nbut it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\nbe stacking my paper like that's all I know,\nthese niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\nload, winter through summer,\nsummer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\nhustling, give it all you got,\ngive it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\nyour mouth!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n[00:01.84] Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n[00:06.76] tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n[00:08.78] nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n[00:11.39] leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n[00:13.78] boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n[00:15.02] watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n[00:17.62] the devil block, trouble not,\n[00:18.78] I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n[00:21.08] I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n[00:23.30] why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n[00:26.10] club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n[00:27.56] then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n[00:30.43] posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n[00:33.36] we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n[00:35.22] you can't fuck with me, Will.\n[00:36.65] I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n[00:41.75] nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n[00:44.58] I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n[00:45.87] [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n[00:46.66] you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[00:50.37] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:54.26] if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n[00:59.42] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[01:03.31] [Verse Two - The Game:]\n[01:03.95] It's the black rag assassin,\n[01:04.94] forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n[01:07.98] magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n[01:10.25] of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n[01:12.89] terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n[01:14.82] I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n[01:17.58] job, lyrical damage on one,\n[01:18.73] two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n[01:20.18] (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n[01:23.75] proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n[01:26.83] I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n[01:28.47] black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n[01:30.87] up, get ready for the face off,\n[01:32.75] Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n[01:36.06] man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n[01:38.36] west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n[01:40.85] back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n[01:44.46] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[02:00.92] [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n[02:02.49] Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n[02:04.93] toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n[02:06.75] pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n[02:07.94] 'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n[02:10.28] I'm gonna let you\n[02:11.03] know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n[02:12.32] show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n[02:14.84] niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n[02:17.00] I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n[02:19.79] critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n[02:21.77] no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n[02:24.62] see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n[02:26.13] seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n[02:28.43] to these other niggas hits,\n[02:29.81] you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n[02:32.99] all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n[02:34.61] a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n[02:36.94] fuckin' money on the wood,\n[02:38.18] bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n[02:39.95] but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n[02:41.62] shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n[02:42.63] bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n[02:44.48] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[03:02.79] [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n[03:04.60] I got my hand on my balls,\n[03:05.53] gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n[03:07.76] I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n[03:09.56] on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n[03:11.89] streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n[03:13.82] chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n[03:16.18] it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n[03:18.18] you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n[03:21.06] let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n[03:23.13] and I love it but you know how the game play got\n[03:25.43] me ready to kill, somebody,\n[03:26.84] but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n[03:30.17] be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n[03:32.55] these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n[03:34.59] load, winter through summer,\n[03:35.68] summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n[03:39.03] hustling, give it all you got,\n[03:40.56] give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n[03:43.10] your mouth!\n[03:44.77] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[04:11.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets (explicit)\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐N‐Harmony\n  album: Strength & Loyalty\n  duration_ms: 263957\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse One - Layzie Bone:]'\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 1840\n- text: Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  start_ms: 1840\n  end_ms: 6760\n- text: tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  start_ms: 6760\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 11390\n- text: leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  start_ms: 11390\n  end_ms: 13780\n- text: boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  start_ms: 13780\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: the devil block, trouble not,\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 18780\n- text: I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  start_ms: 18780\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 23300\n- text: why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  start_ms: 23300\n  end_ms: 26100\n- text: club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  start_ms: 26100\n  end_ms: 27560\n- text: then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  start_ms: 27560\n  end_ms: 30430\n- text: posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  start_ms: 30430\n  end_ms: 33360\n- text: we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  start_ms: 33360\n  end_ms: 35220\n- text: you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  start_ms: 35220\n  end_ms: 36650\n- text: I.Am the ghetto! 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Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 224770\n  end_ms: 251980\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251980\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n  Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  the devil block, trouble not,\n  I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n  you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  [Verse Two - The Game:]\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n  of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n  I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  job, lyrical damage on one,\n  two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n  west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n  toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n  'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n  I'm gonna let you\n  know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n  show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n  no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  to these other niggas hits,\n  you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n  a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  fuckin' money on the wood,\n  bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n  but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n  bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n  I got my hand on my balls,\n  gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n  chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n  and I love it but you know how the game play got\n  me ready to kill, somebody,\n  but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  load, winter through summer,\n  summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  hustling, give it all you got,\n  give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  your mouth!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n"},{"id":16784248,"name":"Bad Weed Blues","trackName":"Bad Weed Blues","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"In Tha Streets","duration":317.4867499,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Man I hear y'all got some good ass weed around here\nYeah nigga, what's happening'? I got you, how much you want? How\nmuch you got?\nI got about two hundred dog, what's happening'?\nI got you weed though\nMan this ain't no damn chronic! What the fuck?!?!\n\nLet me tell me y'all\nIII, I got the bad weed blues\nOoh, got the bad weed blues\n\nLast night, night, night, was a real bad night for me\n(Let me explain to y'all what I'm talking about, man this\nShit was real fucked up for nigga though, I'm stressing)\nI bought a sack of weed, when I got home I seen, (they cheated)\nThat this tree was just a big bag of seed\nThese niggas have gotten me for my money\nI done spent a couple of hundred, Muthafuckers, naw\nI guess I gotta chunk it as loss\nBut I'm mad cause I'm puffin and I'm puffin\nAnd I, I still ain't cough\n(Man this shit is not getting me high man, I am not high)\nThis shit too soft, I need some weed that gotta kick or punch\nThe shit that fucks you up\nThat won't hit it and quit it cause you'll be too lifted\nAfter you've taken a hit from the blunt\nYour (???) was working me like a downer\nI need to be easy, easy, easy\n\nLet me tell me y'all\nIII, I got the bad weed blues\nOoh, got the bad weed blues\n\nAll I wanna do is smoking, and choking\nBut ain't nobody got no goods, so I gotta move on\nI gotta find it really good, good for my lungs\nYeah, yeah, yeah, cause I'm in need for that sticky sticky green\nAnd have my blunt checked, so that nigga had an attitude\nExcuse if I'm rude\nBut that's just the way that the weed, does you do, ooh\nThrow your hands up if your weeded, uh huh\nThrow your hands up if you need it, come on\nI'm searching and I'm searching and I still ain't come up\nWhy didn't I think of this before lil Dre, let me hit'em on up\nI hit'em up, he said he'll come right through\nHe got the L.A., L.A., I said I'll be right through\nI finally got my blunt, I'm feeling so good\nBut it's so hard to find a real goody good in my hood\n\nLet me tell me y'all\nIII, I got the bad weed blues\nOoh, got the bad weed blues\n\nI just got off the plane from Cali, I was smoking so good\nNeed to get me sac right now let me roll through the hood\nNow I can't find Tweet, and Ken out of town\nNow I'm thinking what I'ma do when I gotta get high\nAnd then fuck around when it comes to the herb, I slurge\nAnything ain't gonna cut it, I just got paid with a pocket full of money\nAnd today I ain't on no budget searching high, low\nOut of my mind I'm ready to blow\nI'm feeling the stress, I'm getting depressed\nWeedman don't love me no more,\nnd I'm driving through the city, feeling empty inside\nCause I can't get high and this shit ain't how I ride\nStopping and hollaring at my niggas\nPetty hustling and thug felon twice convicted thug felon\nJust to see what he was selling\nIt was the (???) we was in\nHe swore it was the bomb, I was ready to flip but I stay calm\nCapping twenty in, and stay charmed\nMy momma never said, momma never said, they'll be days like this\nI'm breaking rules but nigga, ooh, I got to blaze this shit\n\nLet me tell me y'all\nIII, I got the bad weed blues\nOoh, got the bad weed blues\n\nYou ain't going tell me ain't no sticky in this whole fucking city\nWhere's the weedman?, when you need them\nI want hollas from my niggas all around the way (Wuz up Big Blood!)\nMy homie Big Blood, he just gave me a sack today, a sack today\nAnd ooh, even though we selling llelli, he pulled lil Bizzy to the side\nHe insists lil Bizzy you know my lil sister she does braids\nMy hair must be fucked up, but it's cool though, ooh\nThen lil Bizzy pulled up to the side and said\nHey Big Blood, you got some dro?\n\nLet me tell me y'all\nII just wanna tell y'all why, I\nI got the bad weed blues\nCause ain't nobody got no gushy, so I'm smoking plenty gobble\nGoing crazy\n\nLet me tell me y'all\nIII, I got the bad weed blues\nOoh, got the bad weed blues","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bad Weed Blues\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: In Tha Streets\n  duration_ms: 317487\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Man I hear y'all got some good ass weed around here\n  Yeah nigga, what's happening'? I got you, how much you want? How\n  much you got?\n  I got about two hundred dog, what's happening'?\n  I got you weed though\n  Man this ain't no damn chronic! What the fuck?!?!\n\n  Let me tell me y'all\n  III, I got the bad weed blues\n  Ooh, got the bad weed blues\n\n  Last night, night, night, was a real bad night for me\n  (Let me explain to y'all what I'm talking about, man this\n  Shit was real fucked up for nigga though, I'm stressing)\n  I bought a sack of weed, when I got home I seen, (they cheated)\n  That this tree was just a big bag of seed\n  These niggas have gotten me for my money\n  I done spent a couple of hundred, Muthafuckers, naw\n  I guess I gotta chunk it as loss\n  But I'm mad cause I'm puffin and I'm puffin\n  And I, I still ain't cough\n  (Man this shit is not getting me high man, I am not high)\n  This shit too soft, I need some weed that gotta kick or punch\n  The shit that fucks you up\n  That won't hit it and quit it cause you'll be too lifted\n  After you've taken a hit from the blunt\n  Your (???) was working me like a downer\n  I need to be easy, easy, easy\n\n  Let me tell me y'all\n  III, I got the bad weed blues\n  Ooh, got the bad weed blues\n\n  All I wanna do is smoking, and choking\n  But ain't nobody got no goods, so I gotta move on\n  I gotta find it really good, good for my lungs\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, cause I'm in need for that sticky sticky green\n  And have my blunt checked, so that nigga had an attitude\n  Excuse if I'm rude\n  But that's just the way that the weed, does you do, ooh\n  Throw your hands up if your weeded, uh huh\n  Throw your hands up if you need it, come on\n  I'm searching and I'm searching and I still ain't come up\n  Why didn't I think of this before lil Dre, let me hit'em on up\n  I hit'em up, he said he'll come right through\n  He got the L.A., L.A., I said I'll be right through\n  I finally got my blunt, I'm feeling so good\n  But it's so hard to find a real goody good in my hood\n\n  Let me tell me y'all\n  III, I got the bad weed blues\n  Ooh, got the bad weed blues\n\n  I just got off the plane from Cali, I was smoking so good\n  Need to get me sac right now let me roll through the hood\n  Now I can't find Tweet, and Ken out of town\n  Now I'm thinking what I'ma do when I gotta get high\n  And then fuck around when it comes to the herb, I slurge\n  Anything ain't gonna cut it, I just got paid with a pocket full of money\n  And today I ain't on no budget searching high, low\n  Out of my mind I'm ready to blow\n  I'm feeling the stress, I'm getting depressed\n  Weedman don't love me no more,\n  nd I'm driving through the city, feeling empty inside\n  Cause I can't get high and this shit ain't how I ride\n  Stopping and hollaring at my niggas\n  Petty hustling and thug felon twice convicted thug felon\n  Just to see what he was selling\n  It was the (???) we was in\n  He swore it was the bomb, I was ready to flip but I stay calm\n  Capping twenty in, and stay charmed\n  My momma never said, momma never said, they'll be days like this\n  I'm breaking rules but nigga, ooh, I got to blaze this shit\n\n  Let me tell me y'all\n  III, I got the bad weed blues\n  Ooh, got the bad weed blues\n\n  You ain't going tell me ain't no sticky in this whole fucking city\n  Where's the weedman?, when you need them\n  I want hollas from my niggas all around the way (Wuz up Big Blood!)\n  My homie Big Blood, he just gave me a sack today, a sack today\n  And ooh, even though we selling llelli, he pulled lil Bizzy to the side\n  He insists lil Bizzy you know my lil sister she does braids\n  My hair must be fucked up, but it's cool though, ooh\n  Then lil Bizzy pulled up to the side and said\n  Hey Big Blood, you got some dro?\n\n  Let me tell me y'all\n  II just wanna tell y'all why, I\n  I got the bad weed blues\n  Cause ain't nobody got no gushy, so I'm smoking plenty gobble\n  Going crazy\n\n  Let me tell me y'all\n  III, I got the bad weed blues\n  Ooh, got the bad weed blues\n"},{"id":16825150,"name":"Foe Tha Love Of $","trackName":"Foe Tha Love Of $","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"In Tha Streets","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"For the love of money\n\nGotta make that money, man\nThat money, man, it's still the same now\nGotta make that money, man\nThat money, man, it's still the same now\nGotta make that money, man\nThat money, man, it's still the same now\nGotta make that money, man\nThat money, man, it's still the same now\n\nGotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my .9\nAnd bitch, if you slip, you hit the chalk\nAnd fall in the nighttime, gotta get mine\nAin't takin' no shorts or no losses\nHop on the phone, call up my nigga, sittin' at home\nPolishin' that MAC-10 chrome\nGot a lick we can hit, so bring yo' shit\n'Cause once again it's on (for the love of money)\n\nTo the dome with a fifth of Bourb'\nMy wig to the curb so we swerve and rolled out\nTo pick up the triple six thug\nAnd follow the murder for robbin' the dope house (for the love of money)\nSmoke up outta me bong\nSo high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge, I'ma play\nWatch all 'em fall in their grave and lay (for the love of money)\n\nPullin' in the driveway\nWish spotted the place and quickly rolled up\nBulldozed through the livin' room\nHopped out of the car and started to blow up (for the love of money)\nBuck, buck and a kaboom and blew all them bodies all over the room\nThem doomed, and gotta move fast, hy? The po-po's comin' (for the love of money)\nSnatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's funny\nI'm comin' up quick in the nine-quad\n'Cause Flesh be lovin' his money, his money (for the love of money)\n\nI'm given up love to the hustlers, all them St. Clair thugstas\nMakin' that money, stayin' on your feet\nAnd you better believe, gotta have that cheese\nFor the green leaves, never catch me sleep (for the love of money)\nSteady on the grind, get mine\nStayin' down for my crime, man, I hit up the nine-nine\nGivin' up that yayo\nMakin' me sale, 20s, nickles, and dimes (for the love of money)\n\nBeat up and stick up a lick up, that 2-11, gotta get what's mine, then bailin'\nMe kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', failin', 1-8-7 (for the love of money)\nThat's how it is and I gots to have it in the nine-quad\nMission to check a mil' and still be real, thuggin' on the Glock-Glock (for the love of money)\nCreepin' on the come up, won't sleep 'til I'm done up\nGotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme\nGotta make some green 'cause soldiers nut up (for the love of money)\nWhat up? Gotta get that business on even though the Buddha run me\nStun me, feelin' lovely\nBut I'm just in it for the love of the money (for the love of money)\n\nGotta make that money, man\nThat money, man, it's still the same now\nGotta make that money, man\nThat money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of money)\nGotta make that money, man\nThat money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of money, yeah)\nGotta make that money, man\nThat money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of money)\n\nStandin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks\nAw, shit, here comes the motherfuckin' cops (for the love of money)\nSo I dash, I ducks and I hides behind a tree\nMakin' sure them motherfuckers don't see me (for the love of money)\nNow my fat sack of rocks, hell yeah, I stuffed 'em\nPolice on my drawers, I had to pause (for the love of money)\nAnd yeah, it's still motherfuck 'em\nNow my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game (for the love of money)\nEazy motherfuckin' E or Eric Wright, it's all the same\nNow niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip (for the love of money)\nI gotta have it, bitch\n\nGotta make that money, man\nThat money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of this shit)\nGotta make that money, man (motherfucker)\nThat money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of money)\nGotta make that money, man\nThat money, man, it's still the same now\nGotta make that money, man\nThat money, man (for the love of money)\n\nWhen dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime every time\nFollow me down the nine-nine\nAnd you will find all of me kind (for the love of money)\nCheck out the Ripsta now, drop down\nRun 'em up outta me hood\nRip straight when makin' me grip with-a me click\nRollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be (for the love of money)\n\nMe put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood\nGot nothin' to lose, bitch, you better respect rip\nOr you best just check this slug (for the love of money)\nIt's goin' down, steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' witha me gang\nBang, gotta make that money, man\nIt's still the same, steady runnin' thing wild (for the love of money)\nAnd follow me now while I take you up into a barrel of a gun\nSee, for the dub you're done\nFor the bud, I run, for the love of money (for the love of money)\n\nGotta get down for my thang off in this thug game\nSo peep as me creep or me crawlin'\nOff on the mission to back in the days\nWhen niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid (for the love of money)\nRunnin' to my side, little nigga\nRipsta, both on the mission for money\nYou give up the cash, oh, that was your ass\n'Cause me and my nigga was hungry (for the love of money)\n\nAnd, bitch, if you're stallin'\nYou might just catch one to the temple and um, Bone raw doggin'\nSo nigga, just make this shit simple and run (for the love of money)\nTo catch one nigga, me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers\nRemember, me killer now (for the love of money) for money\nMe dig you six feet in a ditch and get richer 'cause bitch, you were slippin'\nI'll cut you and rip you, then buck you down (for the love of money)\n\nSteady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'\nNigga drug dealin', needin' a million\nHustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'\nFor the money, these niggas be sinnin' (for the love of money)\nOff in the cut where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies\nAnd when I stick you and lick you\nRemember I get 'em up for the love of money (for the love of money)\n\n(Love of money) yeah, Bone in the motherfuckin' house for the nine-quads, nigga\n(For the love of money) yeah, rollin' with Ruthless in this bitch\n(What people will do) my nigga Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone\nWish Bone and Flesh-N-Bone (for the love of money)\nAnd I'm that nigga Krayzie Bone (love of money) in the motherfuckin' house","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.16] For the love of money\n[00:01.65] Gotta make that money, man\n[00:02.51] That money, man, it's still the same now\n[00:05.16] Gotta make that money, man\n[00:06.27] That money, man, it's still the same now\n[00:08.52] Gotta make that money, man\n[00:09.79] That money, man, it's still the same now\n[00:12.05] Gotta make that money, man\n[00:13.21] That money, man, it's still the same now\n[00:14.04] Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my .9\n[00:16.82] And bitch, if you slip, you hit the chalk\n[00:17.98] And fall in the nighttime, gotta get mine\n[00:20.29] Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses\n[00:21.89] Hop on the phone, call up my nigga, sittin' at home\n[00:24.39] Polishin' that MAC-10 chrome\n[00:25.82] Got a lick we can hit, so bring yo' shit\n[00:27.53] 'Cause once again it's on (for the love of money)\n[00:29.29] To the dome with a fifth of Bourb'\n[00:30.85] My wig to the curb so we swerve and rolled out\n[00:32.84] To pick up the triple six thug\n[00:34.11] And follow the murder for robbin' the dope house (for the love of money)\n[00:36.50] Smoke up outta me bong\n[00:37.62] So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge, I'ma play\n[00:41.19] Watch all 'em fall in their grave and lay (for the love of money)\n[00:43.16] Pullin' in the driveway\n[00:44.62] Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up\n[00:46.61] Bulldozed through the livin' room\n[00:48.02] Hopped out of the car and started to blow up (for the love of money)\n[00:50.09] Buck, buck and a kaboom and blew all them bodies all over the room\n[00:52.97] Them doomed, and gotta move fast, hy? The po-po's comin' (for the love of money)\n[00:56.36] Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's funny\n[00:59.44] I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quad\n[01:01.12] 'Cause Flesh be lovin' his money, his money (for the love of money)\n[01:03.05] I'm given up love to the hustlers, all them St. Clair thugstas\n[01:05.70] Makin' that money, stayin' on your feet\n[01:07.78] And you better believe, gotta have that cheese\n[01:09.46] For the green leaves, never catch me sleep (for the love of money)\n[01:11.18] Steady on the grind, get mine\n[01:12.34] Stayin' down for my crime, man, I hit up the nine-nine\n[01:14.59] Givin' up that yayo\n[01:15.72] Makin' me sale, 20s, nickles, and dimes (for the love of money)\n[01:17.86] Beat up and stick up a lick up, that 2-11, gotta get what's mine, then bailin'\n[01:22.06] Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', failin', 1-8-7 (for the love of money)\n[01:24.91] That's how it is and I gots to have it in the nine-quad\n[01:27.96] Mission to check a mil' and still be real, thuggin' on the Glock-Glock (for the love of money)\n[01:31.35] Creepin' on the come up, won't sleep 'til I'm done up\n[01:33.74] Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme\n[01:36.78] Gotta make some green 'cause soldiers nut up (for the love of money)\n[01:38.45] What up? Gotta get that business on even though the Buddha run me\n[01:42.19] Stun me, feelin' lovely\n[01:43.52] But I'm just in it for the love of the money (for the love of money)\n[01:45.94] Gotta make that money, man\n[01:47.18] That money, man, it's still the same now\n[01:49.56] Gotta make that money, man\n[01:50.54] That money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of money)\n[01:52.83] Gotta make that money, man\n[01:54.08] That money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of money, yeah)\n[01:56.35] Gotta make that money, man\n[01:57.65] That money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of money)\n[01:59.67] Standin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks\n[02:02.53] Aw, shit, here comes the motherfuckin' cops (for the love of money)\n[02:06.02] So I dash, I ducks and I hides behind a tree\n[02:10.02] Makin' sure them motherfuckers don't see me (for the love of money)\n[02:13.05] Now my fat sack of rocks, hell yeah, I stuffed 'em\n[02:16.76] Police on my drawers, I had to pause (for the love of money)\n[02:19.73] And yeah, it's still motherfuck 'em\n[02:23.53] Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game (for the love of money)\n[02:27.03] Eazy motherfuckin' E or Eric Wright, it's all the same\n[02:30.41] Now niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip (for the love of money)\n[02:33.77] I gotta have it, bitch\n[02:34.63] Gotta make that money, man\n[02:35.94] That money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of this shit)\n[02:37.84] Gotta make that money, man (motherfucker)\n[02:39.58] That money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of money)\n[02:41.75] Gotta make that money, man\n[02:43.09] That money, man, it's still the same now\n[02:44.95] Gotta make that money, man\n[02:46.40] That money, man (for the love of money)\n[02:47.28] When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime every time\n[02:50.69] Follow me down the nine-nine\n[02:52.28] And you will find all of me kind (for the love of money)\n[02:53.91] Check out the Ripsta now, drop down\n[02:55.63] Run 'em up outta me hood\n[02:57.37] Rip straight when makin' me grip with-a me click\n[03:00.26] Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be (for the love of money)\n[03:02.27] Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood\n[03:04.71] Got nothin' to lose, bitch, you better respect rip\n[03:07.24] Or you best just check this slug (for the love of money)\n[03:08.72] It's goin' down, steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' witha me gang\n[03:12.37] Bang, gotta make that money, man\n[03:14.32] It's still the same, steady runnin' thing wild (for the love of money)\n[03:16.46] And follow me now while I take you up into a barrel of a gun\n[03:20.28] See, for the dub you're done\n[03:21.74] For the bud, I run, for the love of money (for the love of money)\n[03:23.30] Gotta get down for my thang off in this thug game\n[03:24.45] So peep as me creep or me crawlin'\n[03:26.36] Off on the mission to back in the days\n[03:27.82] When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid (for the love of money)\n[03:30.38] Runnin' to my side, little nigga\n[03:31.88] Ripsta, both on the mission for money\n[03:33.79] You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass\n[03:35.72] 'Cause me and my nigga was hungry (for the love of money)\n[03:37.11] And, bitch, if you're stallin'\n[03:38.52] You might just catch one to the temple and um, Bone raw doggin'\n[03:41.99] So nigga, just make this shit simple and run (for the love of money)\n[03:43.97] To catch one nigga, me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers\n[03:47.43] Remember, me killer now (for the love of money) for money\n[03:50.83] Me dig you six feet in a ditch and get richer 'cause bitch, you were slippin'\n[03:53.96] I'll cut you and rip you, then buck you down (for the love of money)\n[03:57.30] Steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'\n[03:59.01] Nigga drug dealin', needin' a million\n[04:01.15] Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'\n[04:02.81] For the money, these niggas be sinnin' (for the love of money)\n[04:04.64] Off in the cut where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies\n[04:07.72] And when I stick you and lick you\n[04:09.28] Remember I get 'em up for the love of money (for the love of money)\n[04:12.61] (Love of money) yeah, Bone in the motherfuckin' house for the nine-quads, nigga\n[04:17.53] (For the love of money) yeah, rollin' with Ruthless in this bitch\n[04:20.82] (What people will do) my nigga Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone\n[04:24.14] Wish Bone and Flesh-N-Bone (for the love of money)\n[04:26.62] And I'm that nigga Krayzie Bone (love of money) in the motherfuckin' house\n[04:29.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Foe Tha Love Of $\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: In Tha Streets\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: For the love of money\n  start_ms: 160\n  end_ms: 1650\n- text: Gotta make that money, man\n  start_ms: 1650\n  end_ms: 2510\n- text: That money, man, it's still the same 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that was your ass\n  start_ms: 213790\n  end_ms: 215720\n- text: '''Cause me and my nigga was hungry (for the love of money)'\n  start_ms: 215720\n  end_ms: 217110\n- text: And, bitch, if you're stallin'\n  start_ms: 217110\n  end_ms: 218520\n- text: You might just catch one to the temple and um, Bone raw doggin'\n  start_ms: 218520\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So nigga, just make this shit simple and run (for the love of money)\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 223970\n- text: To catch one nigga, me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers\n  start_ms: 223970\n  end_ms: 227430\n- text: Remember, me killer now (for the love of money) for money\n  start_ms: 227430\n  end_ms: 230830\n- text: Me dig you six feet in a ditch and get richer 'cause bitch, you were slippin'\n  start_ms: 230830\n  end_ms: 233960\n- text: I'll cut you and rip you, then buck you down (for the love of money)\n  start_ms: 233960\n  end_ms: 237300\n- text: Steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'\n  start_ms: 237300\n  end_ms: 239010\n- text: Nigga drug dealin', needin' a million\n  start_ms: 239010\n  end_ms: 241150\n- text: Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'\n  start_ms: 241150\n  end_ms: 242810\n- text: For the money, these niggas be sinnin' (for the love of money)\n  start_ms: 242810\n  end_ms: 244640\n- text: Off in the cut where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies\n  start_ms: 244640\n  end_ms: 247720\n- text: And when I stick you and lick you\n  start_ms: 247720\n  end_ms: 249280\n- text: Remember I get 'em up for the love of money (for the love of money)\n  start_ms: 249280\n  end_ms: 252610\n- text: (Love of money) yeah, Bone in the motherfuckin' house for the nine-quads, nigga\n  start_ms: 252610\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: (For the love of money) yeah, rollin' with Ruthless in this bitch\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260820\n- text: (What people will do) my nigga Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  start_ms: 260820\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Wish Bone and Flesh-N-Bone (for the love of money)\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266620\n- text: And I'm that nigga Krayzie Bone (love of money) in the motherfuckin' house\n  start_ms: 266620\n  end_ms: 269050\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269050\nplain: |-\n  For the love of money\n\n  Gotta make that money, man\n  That money, man, it's still the same now\n  Gotta make that money, man\n  That money, man, it's still the same now\n  Gotta make that money, man\n  That money, man, it's still the same now\n  Gotta make that money, man\n  That money, man, it's still the same now\n\n  Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my .9\n  And bitch, if you slip, you hit the chalk\n  And fall in the nighttime, gotta get mine\n  Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses\n  Hop on the phone, call up my nigga, sittin' at home\n  Polishin' that MAC-10 chrome\n  Got a lick we can hit, so bring yo' shit\n  'Cause once again it's on (for the love of money)\n\n  To the dome with a fifth of Bourb'\n  My wig to the curb so we swerve and rolled out\n  To pick up the triple six thug\n  And follow the murder for robbin' the dope house (for the love of money)\n  Smoke up outta me bong\n  So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge, I'ma play\n  Watch all 'em fall in their grave and lay (for the love of money)\n\n  Pullin' in the driveway\n  Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up\n  Bulldozed through the livin' room\n  Hopped out of the car and started to blow up (for the love of money)\n  Buck, buck and a kaboom and blew all them bodies all over the room\n  Them doomed, and gotta move fast, hy? The po-po's comin' (for the love of money)\n  Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's funny\n  I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quad\n  'Cause Flesh be lovin' his money, his money (for the love of money)\n\n  I'm given up love to the hustlers, all them St. Clair thugstas\n  Makin' that money, stayin' on your feet\n  And you better believe, gotta have that cheese\n  For the green leaves, never catch me sleep (for the love of money)\n  Steady on the grind, get mine\n  Stayin' down for my crime, man, I hit up the nine-nine\n  Givin' up that yayo\n  Makin' me sale, 20s, nickles, and dimes (for the love of money)\n\n  Beat up and stick up a lick up, that 2-11, gotta get what's mine, then bailin'\n  Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', failin', 1-8-7 (for the love of money)\n  That's how it is and I gots to have it in the nine-quad\n  Mission to check a mil' and still be real, thuggin' on the Glock-Glock (for the love of money)\n  Creepin' on the come up, won't sleep 'til I'm done up\n  Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme\n  Gotta make some green 'cause soldiers nut up (for the love of money)\n  What up? Gotta get that business on even though the Buddha run me\n  Stun me, feelin' lovely\n  But I'm just in it for the love of the money (for the love of money)\n\n  Gotta make that money, man\n  That money, man, it's still the same now\n  Gotta make that money, man\n  That money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of money)\n  Gotta make that money, man\n  That money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of money, yeah)\n  Gotta make that money, man\n  That money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of money)\n\n  Standin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks\n  Aw, shit, here comes the motherfuckin' cops (for the love of money)\n  So I dash, I ducks and I hides behind a tree\n  Makin' sure them motherfuckers don't see me (for the love of money)\n  Now my fat sack of rocks, hell yeah, I stuffed 'em\n  Police on my drawers, I had to pause (for the love of money)\n  And yeah, it's still motherfuck 'em\n  Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game (for the love of money)\n  Eazy motherfuckin' E or Eric Wright, it's all the same\n  Now niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip (for the love of money)\n  I gotta have it, bitch\n\n  Gotta make that money, man\n  That money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of this shit)\n  Gotta make that money, man (motherfucker)\n  That money, man, it's still the same now (for the love of money)\n  Gotta make that money, man\n  That money, man, it's still the same now\n  Gotta make that money, man\n  That money, man (for the love of money)\n\n  When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime every time\n  Follow me down the nine-nine\n  And you will find all of me kind (for the love of money)\n  Check out the Ripsta now, drop down\n  Run 'em up outta me hood\n  Rip straight when makin' me grip with-a me click\n  Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be (for the love of money)\n\n  Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood\n  Got nothin' to lose, bitch, you better respect rip\n  Or you best just check this slug (for the love of money)\n  It's goin' down, steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' witha me gang\n  Bang, gotta make that money, man\n  It's still the same, steady runnin' thing wild (for the love of money)\n  And follow me now while I take you up into a barrel of a gun\n  See, for the dub you're done\n  For the bud, I run, for the love of money (for the love of money)\n\n  Gotta get down for my thang off in this thug game\n  So peep as me creep or me crawlin'\n  Off on the mission to back in the days\n  When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid (for the love of money)\n  Runnin' to my side, little nigga\n  Ripsta, both on the mission for money\n  You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass\n  'Cause me and my nigga was hungry (for the love of money)\n\n  And, bitch, if you're stallin'\n  You might just catch one to the temple and um, Bone raw doggin'\n  So nigga, just make this shit simple and run (for the love of money)\n  To catch one nigga, me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers\n  Remember, me killer now (for the love of money) for money\n  Me dig you six feet in a ditch and get richer 'cause bitch, you were slippin'\n  I'll cut you and rip you, then buck you down (for the love of money)\n\n  Steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'\n  Nigga drug dealin', needin' a million\n  Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'\n  For the money, these niggas be sinnin' (for the love of money)\n  Off in the cut where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies\n  And when I stick you and lick you\n  Remember I get 'em up for the love of money (for the love of money)\n\n  (Love of money) yeah, Bone in the motherfuckin' house for the nine-quads, nigga\n  (For the love of money) yeah, rollin' with Ruthless in this bitch\n  (What people will do) my nigga Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone\n  Wish Bone and Flesh-N-Bone (for the love of money)\n  And I'm that nigga Krayzie Bone (love of money) in the motherfuckin' 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penitentiaries soldiers of the century\n\nHere to get it told my niggas to get the hell down\nDown with the dirt and we don't f**k around\nBuck a couple of rounds and if you're passing through then hit\nthe ground\nAnd don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga\nArtillery thick and you don't want to get to f**kin with this\nI'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend\nI reload buck a little more flee the scene\n'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for\nThey don't know a motherf**ker with a leatherface hey\nMan she said I ran this way said I ran that way\nYou hoes'll never know because I got away yeah\nA criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes\nso get high and analyze your crime\nDirectly organized with results you'll be surprised\n\nOh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride playa hating niggas\nyou gots to die\nIt's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking\nf**kin domes\nStill in the hood where the thugs play f**kin wit nothin but\nthugs man\nAin't taking no shorts or no losses we crackin them domes around\nmy way\nGive it to 'em on another level nigga\nget a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead\nInfrared to the head you can beg but still gone bleed bloody red\nF**k with mine will be see in the moonlight\ncause we out ridin looking for you\nBetter run for cover nigga duck we about to bust\nStraight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves\nSend flowers straight to his home\nput a card in the motherf**ker send it to his mama\nTell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone\n\nPac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\nPac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA\n[00:02.28] nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it\n[00:04.55] Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo\n[00:07.54] I don't give a f**k where you lay at\n[00:10.39] it's time to slay these bitch made niggas\n[00:12.84] Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\n[00:14.61] Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n[00:16.90] they ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is\n[00:17.85] where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n[00:18.62] I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time\n[00:22.12] well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it\n[00:24.54] Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know\n[00:27.48] That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson\n[00:30.74] you brought\n[00:31.88] And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all\n[00:34.54] We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto\n[00:37.75] I want settle get on my level they can't\n[00:39.99] Stop me or drop me nigga they got me f**k naw\n[00:42.99] Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all\n[00:47.25] I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it\n[00:49.04] Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up\n[00:50.51] I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down\n[00:52.53] So quick to test bullet yes declare war\n[00:54.36] Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror\n[00:56.25] For what the did it all pause for the cause and I\n[00:57.95] Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine f**k dem\n[01:00.00] niggas it's on\n[01:00.96] All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor\n[01:02.90] In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord\n[01:05.09] Looking at death with the last of my breath\n[01:06.96] Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps\n[01:08.88] Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets\n[01:10.57] Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe\n[01:12.32] That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in\n[01:13.92] Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over\n[01:15.07] cleveland\n[01:16.07] Hahaha what's poppin nigga\n[01:17.84] put your motherf**king hand on your strap nigga\n[01:19.57] Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks\n[01:21.61] and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it 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way\n[03:43.79] You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah\n[03:45.61] A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes\n[03:47.32] so get high and analyze your crime\n[03:49.00] Directly organized with results you'll be surprised\n[03:52.43] Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride playa hating niggas\n[03:54.65] you gots to die\n[03:55.80] It's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking\n[03:59.02] f**kin domes\n[04:00.02] Still in the hood where the thugs play f**kin wit nothin but\n[04:02.65] thugs man\n[04:03.42] Ain't taking no shorts or no losses we crackin them domes around\n[04:05.86] my way\n[04:07.10] Give it to 'em on another level nigga\n[04:08.49] get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead\n[04:10.75] Infrared to the head you can beg but still gone bleed bloody red\n[04:14.38] F**k with mine will be see in the moonlight\n[04:16.39] cause we out ridin looking for you\n[04:19.25] Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust\n[04:21.24] Straight 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because I got away yeah\n  start_ms: 223790\n  end_ms: 225610\n- text: A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes\n  start_ms: 225610\n  end_ms: 227320\n- text: so get high and analyze your crime\n  start_ms: 227320\n  end_ms: 229000\n- text: Directly organized with results you'll be surprised\n  start_ms: 229000\n  end_ms: 232430\n- text: Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride playa hating niggas\n  start_ms: 232430\n  end_ms: 234650\n- text: you gots to die\n  start_ms: 234650\n  end_ms: 235800\n- text: It's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking\n  start_ms: 235800\n  end_ms: 239020\n- text: f**kin domes\n  start_ms: 239020\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Still in the hood where the thugs play f**kin wit nothin but\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242650\n- text: thugs man\n  start_ms: 242650\n  end_ms: 243420\n- text: Ain't taking no shorts or no losses we crackin them domes around\n  start_ms: 243420\n  end_ms: 245860\n- text: my way\n  start_ms: 245860\n  end_ms: 247100\n- text: Give it to 'em on another level nigga\n  start_ms: 247100\n  end_ms: 248490\n- text: get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead\n  start_ms: 248490\n  end_ms: 250750\n- text: Infrared to the head you can beg but still gone bleed bloody red\n  start_ms: 250750\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: F**k with mine will be see in the moonlight\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 256390\n- text: cause we out ridin looking for you\n  start_ms: 256390\n  end_ms: 259250\n- text: Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust\n  start_ms: 259250\n  end_ms: 261240\n- text: Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves\n  start_ms: 261240\n  end_ms: 263840\n- text: Send flowers straight to his home\n  start_ms: 263840\n  end_ms: 265540\n- text: put a card in the motherf**ker send it to his mama\n  start_ms: 265540\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 275180\n- text: Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\n  start_ms: 275180\n  end_ms: 280640\n- text: Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n  start_ms: 280640\n  end_ms: 295610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295610\nplain: |-\n  Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA\n  nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it\n  Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo\n  I don't give a f**k where you lay at\n  it's time to slay these bitch made niggas\n\n  Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\n  Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n\n  they ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is\n  where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time\n  well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it\n\n  Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know\n  That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson\n  you brought\n  And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all\n  We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto\n  I want settle get on my level they can't\n  Stop me or drop me nigga they got me f**k naw\n  Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all\n  I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it\n  Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up\n  I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down\n  So quick to test bullet yes declare war\n  Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror\n  For what the did it all pause for the cause and I\n  Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine f**k dem\n  niggas it's on\n  All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor\n  In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord\n  Looking at death with the last of my breath\n  Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps\n  Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets\n  Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe\n  That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in\n  Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over\n  cleveland\n\n  Hahaha what's poppin nigga\n  put your motherf**king hand on your strap nigga\n  Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks\n  and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out\n  pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life\n  baby\n\n  I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts\n  Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap\n  Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they\n  see me\n  I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life\n  Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name\n  We all gone die we bleed through similar veins\n  You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst\n  Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse\n  My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home\n  Thug Luv playas tell these bitch ass niggas bring it on\n  I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening\n  To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now\n  Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a\n  Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep\n  Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me\n  I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me\n\n  Little thug from the land nigga never ran\n  Motherf**kers out to get me they don't understand\n  It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas\n  Down to put in some work do some dirt\n  F**kin round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma\n  Everything I do it seem to cause drama\n  Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya\n  So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust\n  For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us\n  Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War\n  Putting niggas on the floor\n  when I'm comin through the door bringin nothin but terror\n  Causing much to the nigga that dared us\n  trying to put a twist in this thugsta\n  era Paired up with a nigga like Pac\n  and a nigga like me gotta stay high\n  Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky\n  but I'm still in the hood smoke and fry\n  So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery\n  Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century\n\n  Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down\n  Down with the dirt and we don't f**k around\n  Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing through then hit\n  the ground\n  And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga\n  Artillery thick and you don't want to get to f**kin with this\n  I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend\n  I reload buck a little more flee the scene\n  'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for\n  They don't know a motherf**ker with a leatherface hey\n  Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way\n  You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah\n  A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes\n  so get high and analyze your crime\n  Directly organized with results you'll be surprised\n\n  Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride playa hating niggas\n  you gots to die\n  It's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking\n  f**kin domes\n  Still in the hood where the thugs play f**kin wit nothin but\n  thugs man\n  Ain't taking no shorts or no losses we crackin them domes around\n  my way\n  Give it to 'em on another level nigga\n  get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead\n  Infrared to the head you can beg but still gone bleed bloody red\n  F**k with mine will be see in the moonlight\n  cause we out ridin looking for you\n  Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust\n  Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves\n  Send flowers straight to his home\n  put a card in the motherf**ker send it to his mama\n  Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone\n\n  Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\n  Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n"},{"id":6687362,"name":"Streets","trackName":"Streets","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony & Game","albumName":"The Game & Black Wall Street Presents BWS Radio 2","duration":94.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I sound so raw, cause I'm down by law, tryna play me cause I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you fuckin with a boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around the devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest I'm a? so I'm heated heavy for it, why you lookin for me nigga with yo lookin ass, meet me at the club all my niggas get to whippin ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos'ed to be thug, nigga pos'ed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga cause we smellin' yo pussy, the whole bottom line is you can't fuck with' me, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\nYou looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nIt's the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, I'm a tickin time bomb let it finish the job, lyrical damage on one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorchin, proceed with caution murder any mc, ya soul is lost, when I'm ridin with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fuckin grenade, one man army, only two things in the world can call me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin,\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a pistol but he still gon' shoot, cause' he a hoe, like halfa' these niggas is rappin', I'm a' let you know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these niggas man I don't respect these niggas, I'm a real mother fucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a critic, but yo shit I ain't feelin, no, you niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't see me, physically I'll bring your misery, seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen to these other niggas hits, you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, cause we keep it all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother fuckin' money on the wood, bitch niggas would be gone if they could, but I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\nIf you lookin!...\n\nI got my hand on my balls, grippin in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach, on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues, chasin paper allways, and I know how to get it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way, you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real, and I love it but you know how the gameplay got me ready to kill, somebody, but it's all good, with' these shows at my steets nigga all good, gotta be stackin my paper like that's all I know, these niggas is playin, I gotta get it like lock and load, winter through summer, summer back through to winter, we hustlin dawg, hustlin, hustlin, hustlin, give it all you got, give it all you got, hustlin, niggas is talkin bout weed now watch yo mouth!\n\nIf you looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\nIf you lookin!...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony & Game\n  album: The Game & Black Wall Street Presents BWS Radio 2\n  duration_ms: 94000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now I sound so raw, cause I'm down by law, tryna play me cause I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you fuckin with a boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around the devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest I'm a? so I'm heated heavy for it, why you lookin for me nigga with yo lookin ass, meet me at the club all my niggas get to whippin ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos'ed to be thug, nigga pos'ed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga cause we smellin' yo pussy, the whole bottom line is you can't fuck with' me, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  You looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  It's the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, I'm a tickin time bomb let it finish the job, lyrical damage on one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorchin, proceed with caution murder any mc, ya soul is lost, when I'm ridin with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fuckin grenade, one man army, only two things in the world can call me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin,\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a pistol but he still gon' shoot, cause' he a hoe, like halfa' these niggas is rappin', I'm a' let you know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these niggas man I don't respect these niggas, I'm a real mother fucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a critic, but yo shit I ain't feelin, no, you niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't see me, physically I'll bring your misery, seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen to these other niggas hits, you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, cause we keep it all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother fuckin' money on the wood, bitch niggas would be gone if they could, but I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\n  You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n  If you lookin!...\n\n  I got my hand on my balls, grippin in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach, on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues, chasin paper allways, and I know how to get it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way, you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real, and I love it but you know how the gameplay got me ready to kill, somebody, but it's all good, with' these shows at my steets nigga all good, gotta be stackin my paper like that's all I know, these niggas is playin, I gotta get it like lock and load, 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the barrel on the head of the devil\nWith homicidal intentions, I reign terror\nOn any clique or squad, you niggas bitch you fraud\nI'm a tickin' time-bomb that'll finish the job\nLyrical damager, one-two punch crush you amateurs\nBox and watch me execute like Cockton\nMy flow pipin' hot scorchin', proceed with caution\nMurder any MC, your soul is lost when I'm ridin' with them Bone Thugs\nBlack Glocks and chrome slugs parked on the block with the nose up\nGet ready for the face off, Nicolas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fuckin' grenade\nOne man army, only two things in the world could calm me\nWet pussy and that bomb ass chronic\nI'll never back down, never back down\nNever back down now let the Bone Thugs back\nIf you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'\nYou could find me in the streets, you, you could find me in the streets\nIf you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'\nYou could find me in the streets, you, you could find me in the streets\nNow we the niggas in the black Dickies and steel-toe boots\nDon't bring that nigga that got a pistol and he still won't shoot\n'Cause he a ho, like half of these niggas that's rappin'\nI'mma let you know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fashion show\nWe done checked these niggas, met these niggas, man I don't respect these niggas\nI'm a real motherfuckin' T-H-U-G original, hate to be a critic but yo' shit I ain't feelin' though\nYou niggas is elementary, I got history\nLyrically you can't see me, physically I'll bring you misery\nSeriously, you niggas ain't been hearin' me, but listen to these other niggas hits,\nYou hear my twist, they bit my shit, but it's all good cause we keep it all hood\nAnd when we see niggas we raw dawg like a hog should\nJust let me put the motherfuckin' money on the wood\nBitch niggas would be Bone if they could\nBut I'mma shut 'em down, I'mma shut 'em down\nI'mma shut 'em down, Bone niggas known not to fuck around\nIf you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'\nYou could find me in the streets, you, you could find me in the streets\nIf you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'\nYou could find me in the streets, you, you could find me in the streets\nIf you lookin'\nI got my hand on my balls\nGrippin' Nina Ross, hood star, Circa be my boulevard\nYou know I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach\nOn some cool shit or some beef shit nigga I'm in the streets\nThis ain't my only occupation, hittin' avenues, chasin' paper always (always) and I know how to get it\nIn pissy hallways (hallways) in a raw way\nYou could get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way\nI let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the streets for real\nAnd I love it but you know how the gameplay got me ready to kill\nSomebody, but it's all good, with these shows in my streets, nigga all good\nGotta keep stackin' my paper like it's all I know\nThese niggas is playin', I gotta get it lock and load\nWinter through summer, summer back through the winter\nWe hustlin' dawg, hustlin' hustlin' hustlin'\nGive it all ya got, give it all ya got, hustlin'\nNiggas that's talkin' about we now, watch yo' mouth!\nIf you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'\nYou could find me in the streets, you, you could find me in the streets\nIf you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'\nYou could find me in the streets, you, you could find me in the streets\nIf you lookin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.00] Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law\n[00:06.41] Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw\n[00:08.79] Catch a nigga in these streets, make you take clothes off\n[00:11.35] Leave you dead butt-naked, man you fuckin' with a boss\n[00:13.58] Cross paths with me, I'm in the hood, all in Watts, in the Bronx\n[00:16.32] In Decatur, all around the devil block, trouble knocks\n[00:18.75] I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them\n[00:20.60] I'm the hardest, I'm a deadly force so I'm heated heavy for it\n[00:22.83] Why you lookin for me nigga with yo' lookin ass\n[00:25.18] Meet me in the club, all my niggas get to whoopin ass\n[00:27.37] Then a nigga sue me, sue me\n[00:29.55] Nigga 'posed to be thug, nigga 'posed to be streets\n[00:31.68] Pull yo' skirt down nigga 'cause we smellin yo' pussy\n[00:33.91] The whole bottom line is you can't fuck with me\n[00:36.38] Will.i.am the ghetto (you can find it all), Will.i.am the ghetto (in the street)\n[00:40.58] 'Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature\n[00:43.37] Gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin, gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin\n[00:45.94] If you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'\n[00:50.05] You could find me in the streets, you, you could find me in the streets\n[00:54.48] If you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'\n[00:59.38] You could find me in the streets, you, you could find me in the streets\n[01:03.51] It's the black rag assassin, 44-mag blastin\n[01:06.33] Black ski mask throwin' shots out a Dodge Magnum\n[01:08.48] Gangbang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil\n[01:10.82] With homicidal intentions, I reign terror\n[01:12.95] On any clique or squad, you niggas bitch you fraud\n[01:15.21] I'm a tickin' time-bomb that'll finish the job\n[01:17.82] Lyrical damager, one-two punch crush you amateurs\n[01:19.95] Box and watch me execute like Cockton\n[01:22.27] My flow pipin' hot scorchin', proceed with caution\n[01:25.05] Murder any MC, your soul is lost when I'm ridin' with them Bone Thugs\n[01:28.04] Black Glocks and chrome slugs parked on the block with the nose up\n[01:31.30] Get ready for the face off, Nicolas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fuckin' grenade\n[01:35.43] One man army, only two things in the world could calm me\n[01:38.51] Wet pussy and that bomb ass chronic\n[01:40.31] I'll never back down, never back down\n[01:42.22] Never back down now let the Bone Thugs back\n[01:44.77] If you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'\n[01:49.27] You could find me in the streets, you, you could find me in the streets\n[01:53.79] If you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'\n[01:58.96] You 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a nigga sue me, sue me\n  Nigga 'posed to be thug, nigga 'posed to be streets\n  Pull yo' skirt down nigga 'cause we smellin yo' pussy\n  The whole bottom line is you can't fuck with me\n  Will.i.am the ghetto (you can find it all), Will.i.am the ghetto (in the street)\n  'Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature\n  Gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin, gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin\n  If you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'\n  You could find me in the streets, you, you could find me in the streets\n  If you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'\n  You could find me in the streets, you, you could find me in the streets\n  It's the black rag assassin, 44-mag blastin\n  Black ski mask throwin' shots out a Dodge Magnum\n  Gangbang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil\n  With homicidal intentions, I reign terror\n  On any clique or squad, you niggas bitch you fraud\n  I'm a tickin' time-bomb that'll finish the job\n  Lyrical damager, one-two punch crush you amateurs\n  Box and watch 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streets, you, you could find me in the streets\n  If you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'\n  You could find me in the streets, you, you could find me in the streets\n  If you lookin'\n"},{"id":25689986,"name":"Streets (Album Version Explicit)","trackName":"Streets (Album Version Explicit)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Strength & Loyalty","duration":261.459833,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\nNow I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\ntryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\nnigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\nleave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\nboss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\nwatts in the Bronx where they cater all around\nthe devil block, trouble not,\nI'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\nI'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\nwhy are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\nclub all my niggas get to whipping ass,\nthen a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\nposed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\nwe're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\nyou can't fuck with me, Will.\nI.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\nnature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\nI'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\nyou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nif you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n[Verse Two - The Game:]\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nforty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nmagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\nof the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nterror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\nI'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\njob, lyrical damage on one,\ntwo punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nproceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nblack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nup, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nman army, only two things in the world can call me,\nwest pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nback down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\ntoe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\npistol but he still gonna shoot,\n'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\nI'm gonna let you\nknow, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\nshow, we done checked these niggas, met these\nniggas man I don't respect these niggas,\nI'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\ncritic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\nno, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\nsee me, physically I'll bring your misery,\nseriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\nto these other niggas hits,\nyou hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\nall hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\na hog should, just lemme put the mother\nfuckin' money on the wood,\nbitch niggas would be gone if they could,\nbut I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\nshut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\nbone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\nI got my hand on my balls,\ngripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\nI'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\non some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\nstreets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\nchasing paper always, and I know how to get\nit, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\nyou can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\nlet it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\nand I love it but you know how the game play got\nme ready to kill, somebody,\nbut it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\nbe stacking my paper like that's all I know,\nthese niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\nload, winter through summer,\nsummer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\nhustling, give it all you got,\ngive it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\nyour mouth!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n[00:01.84] Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n[00:06.76] tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n[00:08.78] nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n[00:11.39] leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n[00:13.78] boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n[00:15.02] watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n[00:17.62] the devil block, trouble not,\n[00:18.78] I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n[00:21.08] I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n[00:23.30] why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n[00:26.10] club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n[00:27.56] then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n[00:30.43] posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n[00:33.36] we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n[00:35.22] you can't fuck with me, Will.\n[00:36.65] I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n[00:41.75] nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n[00:44.58] I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n[00:45.87] [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n[00:46.66] you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[00:50.37] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:54.26] if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n[00:59.42] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[01:03.31] [Verse Two - The Game:]\n[01:03.95] It's the black rag assassin,\n[01:04.94] forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n[01:07.98] magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n[01:10.25] of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n[01:12.89] terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n[01:14.82] I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n[01:17.58] job, lyrical damage on one,\n[01:18.73] two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n[01:20.18] (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n[01:23.75] proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n[01:26.83] I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n[01:28.47] black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n[01:30.87] up, get ready for the face off,\n[01:32.75] Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n[01:36.06] man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n[01:38.36] west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n[01:40.85] back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n[01:44.46] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[02:00.92] [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n[02:02.49] Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n[02:04.93] toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n[02:06.75] pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n[02:07.94] 'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n[02:10.28] I'm gonna let you\n[02:11.03] know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n[02:12.32] show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n[02:14.84] niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n[02:17.00] I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n[02:19.79] critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n[02:21.77] no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n[02:24.62] see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n[02:26.13] seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n[02:28.43] to these other niggas hits,\n[02:29.81] you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n[02:32.99] all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n[02:34.61] a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n[02:36.94] fuckin' money on the wood,\n[02:38.18] bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n[02:39.95] but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n[02:41.62] shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n[02:42.63] bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n[02:44.48] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[03:02.79] [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n[03:04.60] I got my hand on my balls,\n[03:05.53] gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n[03:07.76] I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n[03:09.56] on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n[03:11.89] streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n[03:13.82] chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n[03:16.18] it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n[03:18.18] you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n[03:21.06] let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n[03:23.13] and I love it but you know how the game play got\n[03:25.43] me ready to kill, somebody,\n[03:26.84] but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n[03:30.17] be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n[03:32.55] these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n[03:34.59] load, winter through summer,\n[03:35.68] summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n[03:39.03] hustling, give it all you got,\n[03:40.56] give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n[03:43.10] your mouth!\n[03:44.77] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[04:11.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets (Album Version Explicit)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Strength & Loyalty\n  duration_ms: 261460\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse One - Layzie Bone:]'\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 1840\n- text: Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  start_ms: 1840\n  end_ms: 6760\n- text: tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  start_ms: 6760\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 11390\n- text: leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  start_ms: 11390\n  end_ms: 13780\n- text: boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  start_ms: 13780\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: the devil block, trouble not,\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 18780\n- text: I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  start_ms: 18780\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 23300\n- text: why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  start_ms: 23300\n  end_ms: 26100\n- text: club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  start_ms: 26100\n  end_ms: 27560\n- text: then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  start_ms: 27560\n  end_ms: 30430\n- text: posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  start_ms: 30430\n  end_ms: 33360\n- text: we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  start_ms: 33360\n  end_ms: 35220\n- text: you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  start_ms: 35220\n  end_ms: 36650\n- text: I.Am the ghetto! 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Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 224770\n  end_ms: 251980\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251980\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n  Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  the devil block, trouble not,\n  I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n  you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  [Verse Two - The Game:]\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n  of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n  I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  job, lyrical damage on one,\n  two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n  west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n  toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n  'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n  I'm gonna let you\n  know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n  show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n  no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  to these other niggas hits,\n  you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n  a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  fuckin' money on the wood,\n  bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n  but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n  bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n  I got my hand on my balls,\n  gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n  chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n  and I love it but you know how the game play got\n  me ready to kill, somebody,\n  but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  load, winter through summer,\n  summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  hustling, give it all you got,\n  give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  your mouth!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n"},{"id":37566399,"name":"Streets (Album Version (Explicit))","trackName":"Streets (Album Version (Explicit))","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Strength & Loyalty","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\nNow I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\ntryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\nnigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\nleave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\nboss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\nwatts in the Bronx where they cater all around\nthe devil block, trouble not,\nI'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\nI'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\nwhy are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\nclub all my niggas get to whipping ass,\nthen a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\nposed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\nwe're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\nyou can't fuck with me, Will.\nI.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\nnature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\nI'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\nyou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nif you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n[Verse Two - The Game:]\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nforty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nmagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\nof the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nterror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\nI'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\njob, lyrical damage on one,\ntwo punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nproceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nblack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nup, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nman army, only two things in the world can call me,\nwest pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nback down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\ntoe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\npistol but he still gonna shoot,\n'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\nI'm gonna let you\nknow, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\nshow, we done checked these niggas, met these\nniggas man I don't respect these niggas,\nI'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\ncritic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\nno, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\nsee me, physically I'll bring your misery,\nseriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\nto these other niggas hits,\nyou hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\nall hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\na hog should, just lemme put the mother\nfuckin' money on the wood,\nbitch niggas would be gone if they could,\nbut I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\nshut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\nbone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\nI got my hand on my balls,\ngripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\nI'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\non some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\nstreets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\nchasing paper always, and I know how to get\nit, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\nyou can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\nlet it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\nand I love it but you know how the game play got\nme ready to kill, somebody,\nbut it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\nbe stacking my paper like that's all I know,\nthese niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\nload, winter through summer,\nsummer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\nhustling, give it all you got,\ngive it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\nyour mouth!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62][Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n[00:01.84]Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n[00:06.76]tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n[00:08.78]nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n[00:11.39]leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n[00:13.78]boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n[00:15.02]watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n[00:17.62]the devil block, trouble not,\n[00:18.78]I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n[00:21.08]I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n[00:23.30]why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n[00:26.10]club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n[00:27.56]then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n[00:30.43]posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n[00:33.36]we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n[00:35.22]you can't fuck with me, Will.\n[00:36.65]I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n[00:41.75]nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n[00:44.58]I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n[00:45.87][Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n[00:46.66]you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[00:50.37]you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:54.26]if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n[00:59.42]you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[01:03.31][Verse Two - The Game:]\n[01:03.95]It's the black rag assassin,\n[01:04.94]forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n[01:07.98]magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n[01:10.25]of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n[01:12.89]terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n[01:14.82]I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n[01:17.58]job, lyrical damage on one,\n[01:18.73]two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n[01:20.18](cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n[01:23.75]proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n[01:26.83]I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n[01:28.47]black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n[01:30.87]up, get ready for the face off,\n[01:32.75]Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n[01:36.06]man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n[01:38.36]west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n[01:40.85]back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n[01:44.46][Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[02:00.92][Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n[02:02.49]Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n[02:04.93]toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n[02:06.75]pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n[02:07.94]'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n[02:10.28]I'm gonna let you\n[02:11.03]know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n[02:12.32]show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n[02:14.84]niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n[02:17.00]I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n[02:19.79]critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n[02:21.77]no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n[02:24.62]see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n[02:26.13]seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n[02:28.43]to these other niggas hits,\n[02:29.81]you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n[02:32.99]all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n[02:34.61]a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n[02:36.94]fuckin' money on the wood,\n[02:38.18]bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n[02:39.95]but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n[02:41.62]shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n[02:42.63]bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n[02:44.48][Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[03:02.79][Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n[03:04.60]I got my hand on my balls,\n[03:05.53]gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n[03:07.76]I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n[03:09.56]on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n[03:11.89]streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n[03:13.82]chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n[03:16.18]it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n[03:18.18]you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n[03:21.06]let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n[03:23.13]and I love it but you know how the game play got\n[03:25.43]me ready to kill, somebody,\n[03:26.84]but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n[03:30.17]be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n[03:32.55]these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n[03:34.59]load, winter through summer,\n[03:35.68]summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n[03:39.03]hustling, give it all you got,\n[03:40.56]give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n[03:43.10]your mouth!\n[03:44.77][Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[04:11.98]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets (Album Version (Explicit))\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Strength & Loyalty\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse One - Layzie Bone:]'\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 1840\n- text: Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  start_ms: 1840\n  end_ms: 6760\n- text: tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  start_ms: 6760\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 11390\n- text: leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  start_ms: 11390\n  end_ms: 13780\n- text: boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  start_ms: 13780\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: the devil block, trouble not,\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 18780\n- text: I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  start_ms: 18780\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 23300\n- text: why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  start_ms: 23300\n  end_ms: 26100\n- text: club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  start_ms: 26100\n  end_ms: 27560\n- text: then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  start_ms: 27560\n  end_ms: 30430\n- text: posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  start_ms: 30430\n  end_ms: 33360\n- text: we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  start_ms: 33360\n  end_ms: 35220\n- text: you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  start_ms: 35220\n  end_ms: 36650\n- text: I.Am the ghetto! 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Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 224770\n  end_ms: 251980\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251980\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n  Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  the devil block, trouble not,\n  I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n  you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  [Verse Two - The Game:]\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n  of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n  I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  job, lyrical damage on one,\n  two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n  west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n  toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n  'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n  I'm gonna let you\n  know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n  show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n  no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  to these other niggas hits,\n  you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n  a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  fuckin' money on the wood,\n  bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n  but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n  bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n  I got my hand on my balls,\n  gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n  chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n  and I love it but you know how the game play got\n  me ready to kill, somebody,\n  but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  load, winter through summer,\n  summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  hustling, give it all you got,\n  give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  your mouth!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n"},{"id":31238893,"name":"Streets (Feat. 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Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\nnature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\nI'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\nyou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nif you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n[Verse Two - The Game:]\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nforty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nmagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\nof the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nterror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\nI'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\njob, lyrical damage on one,\ntwo punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nproceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nblack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nup, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nman army, only two things in the world can call me,\nwest pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nback down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\ntoe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\npistol but he still gonna shoot,\n'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\nI'm gonna let you\nknow, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\nshow, we done checked these niggas, met these\nniggas man I don't respect these niggas,\nI'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\ncritic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\nno, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\nsee me, physically I'll bring your misery,\nseriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\nto these other niggas hits,\nyou hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\nall hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\na hog should, just lemme put the mother\nfuckin' money on the wood,\nbitch niggas would be gone if they could,\nbut I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\nshut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\nbone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\nI got my hand on my balls,\ngripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\nI'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\non some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\nstreets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\nchasing paper always, and I know how to get\nit, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\nyou can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\nlet it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\nand I love it but you know how the game play got\nme ready to kill, somebody,\nbut it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\nbe stacking my paper like that's all I know,\nthese niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\nload, winter through summer,\nsummer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\nhustling, give it all you got,\ngive it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\nyour mouth!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n[00:01.84] Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n[00:06.76] tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n[00:08.78] nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n[00:11.39] leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n[00:13.78] boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n[00:15.02] watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n[00:17.62] the devil block, trouble not,\n[00:18.78] I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n[00:21.08] I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n[00:23.30] why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n[00:26.10] club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n[00:27.56] then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n[00:30.43] posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n[00:33.36] we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n[00:35.22] you can't fuck with me, Will.\n[00:36.65] I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n[00:41.75] nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n[00:44.58] I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n[00:45.87] [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n[00:46.66] you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[00:50.37] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:54.26] if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n[00:59.42] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[01:03.31] [Verse Two - The Game:]\n[01:03.95] It's the black rag assassin,\n[01:04.94] forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n[01:07.98] magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n[01:10.25] of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n[01:12.89] terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n[01:14.82] I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n[01:17.58] job, lyrical damage on one,\n[01:18.73] two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n[01:20.18] (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n[01:23.75] proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n[01:26.83] I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n[01:28.47] black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n[01:30.87] up, get ready for the face off,\n[01:32.75] Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n[01:36.06] man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n[01:38.36] west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n[01:40.85] back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n[01:44.46] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[02:00.92] [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n[02:02.49] Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n[02:04.93] toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n[02:06.75] pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n[02:07.94] 'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n[02:10.28] I'm gonna let you\n[02:11.03] know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n[02:12.32] show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n[02:14.84] niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n[02:17.00] I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n[02:19.79] critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n[02:21.77] no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n[02:24.62] see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n[02:26.13] seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n[02:28.43] to these other niggas hits,\n[02:29.81] you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n[02:32.99] all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n[02:34.61] a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n[02:36.94] fuckin' money on the wood,\n[02:38.18] bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n[02:39.95] but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n[02:41.62] shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n[02:42.63] bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n[02:44.48] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[03:02.79] [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n[03:04.60] I got my hand on my balls,\n[03:05.53] gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n[03:07.76] I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n[03:09.56] on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n[03:11.89] streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n[03:13.82] chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n[03:16.18] it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n[03:18.18] you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n[03:21.06] let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n[03:23.13] and I love it but you know how the game play got\n[03:25.43] me ready to kill, somebody,\n[03:26.84] but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n[03:30.17] be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n[03:32.55] these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n[03:34.59] load, winter through summer,\n[03:35.68] summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n[03:39.03] hustling, give it all you got,\n[03:40.56] give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n[03:43.10] your mouth!\n[03:44.77] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[04:11.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets (Feat. 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Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 224770\n  end_ms: 251980\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251980\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n  Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  the devil block, trouble not,\n  I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n  you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  [Verse Two - The Game:]\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n  of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n  I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  job, lyrical damage on one,\n  two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n  west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n  toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n  'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n  I'm gonna let you\n  know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n  show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n  no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  to these other niggas hits,\n  you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n  a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  fuckin' money on the wood,\n  bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n  but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n  bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n  I got my hand on my balls,\n  gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n  chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n  and I love it but you know how the game play got\n  me ready to kill, somebody,\n  but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  load, winter through summer,\n  summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  hustling, give it all you got,\n  give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  your mouth!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n"},{"id":18534911,"name":"Streets (feat. 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Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\nnature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\nI'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\nyou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nif you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n[Verse Two - The Game:]\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nforty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nmagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\nof the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nterror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\nI'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\njob, lyrical damage on one,\ntwo punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nproceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nblack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nup, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nman army, only two things in the world can call me,\nwest pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nback down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\ntoe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\npistol but he still gonna shoot,\n'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\nI'm gonna let you\nknow, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\nshow, we done checked these niggas, met these\nniggas man I don't respect these niggas,\nI'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\ncritic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\nno, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\nsee me, physically I'll bring your misery,\nseriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\nto these other niggas hits,\nyou hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\nall hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\na hog should, just lemme put the mother\nfuckin' money on the wood,\nbitch niggas would be gone if they could,\nbut I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\nshut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\nbone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\nI got my hand on my balls,\ngripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\nI'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\non some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\nstreets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\nchasing paper always, and I know how to get\nit, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\nyou can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\nlet it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\nand I love it but you know how the game play got\nme ready to kill, somebody,\nbut it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\nbe stacking my paper like that's all I know,\nthese niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\nload, winter through summer,\nsummer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\nhustling, give it all you got,\ngive it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\nyour mouth!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n[00:01.84] Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n[00:06.76] tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n[00:08.78] nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n[00:11.39] leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n[00:13.78] boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n[00:15.02] watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n[00:17.62] the devil block, trouble not,\n[00:18.78] I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n[00:21.08] I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n[00:23.30] why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n[00:26.10] club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n[00:27.56] then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n[00:30.43] posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n[00:33.36] we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n[00:35.22] you can't fuck with me, Will.\n[00:36.65] I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n[00:41.75] nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n[00:44.58] I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n[00:45.87] [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n[00:46.66] you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[00:50.37] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:54.26] if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n[00:59.42] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[01:03.31] [Verse Two - The Game:]\n[01:03.95] It's the black rag assassin,\n[01:04.94] forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n[01:07.98] magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n[01:10.25] of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n[01:12.89] terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n[01:14.82] I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n[01:17.58] job, lyrical damage on one,\n[01:18.73] two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n[01:20.18] (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n[01:23.75] proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n[01:26.83] I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n[01:28.47] black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n[01:30.87] up, get ready for the face off,\n[01:32.75] Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n[01:36.06] man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n[01:38.36] west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n[01:40.85] back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n[01:44.46] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[02:00.92] [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n[02:02.49] Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n[02:04.93] toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n[02:06.75] pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n[02:07.94] 'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n[02:10.28] I'm gonna let you\n[02:11.03] know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n[02:12.32] show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n[02:14.84] niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n[02:17.00] I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n[02:19.79] critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n[02:21.77] no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n[02:24.62] see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n[02:26.13] seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n[02:28.43] to these other niggas hits,\n[02:29.81] you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n[02:32.99] all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n[02:34.61] a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n[02:36.94] fuckin' money on the wood,\n[02:38.18] bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n[02:39.95] but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n[02:41.62] shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n[02:42.63] bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n[02:44.48] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[03:02.79] [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n[03:04.60] I got my hand on my balls,\n[03:05.53] gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n[03:07.76] I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n[03:09.56] on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n[03:11.89] streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n[03:13.82] chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n[03:16.18] it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n[03:18.18] you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n[03:21.06] let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n[03:23.13] and I love it but you know how the game play got\n[03:25.43] me ready to kill, somebody,\n[03:26.84] but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n[03:30.17] be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n[03:32.55] these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n[03:34.59] load, winter through summer,\n[03:35.68] summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n[03:39.03] hustling, give it all you got,\n[03:40.56] give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n[03:43.10] your mouth!\n[03:44.77] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[04:11.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets (feat. 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Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 104460\n  end_ms: 120920\n- text: '[Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]'\n  start_ms: 120920\n  end_ms: 122490\n- text: Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n  start_ms: 122490\n  end_ms: 124930\n- text: toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  start_ms: 124930\n  end_ms: 126750\n- text: pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n  start_ms: 126750\n  end_ms: 127940\n- text: '''cause he''s a hoe, like half of'' these niggas is rappin'','\n  start_ms: 127940\n  end_ms: 130280\n- text: I'm gonna let you\n  start_ms: 130280\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 132320\n- text: show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  start_ms: 132320\n  end_ms: 134840\n- text: niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  start_ms: 134840\n  end_ms: 137000\n- text: I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  start_ms: 137000\n  end_ms: 139790\n- text: critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n  start_ms: 139790\n  end_ms: 141770\n- text: no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  start_ms: 141770\n  end_ms: 144620\n- text: see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  start_ms: 144620\n  end_ms: 146130\n- text: seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  start_ms: 146130\n  end_ms: 148430\n- text: to these other niggas hits,\n  start_ms: 148430\n  end_ms: 149810\n- text: you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  start_ms: 149810\n  end_ms: 152990\n- text: all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n  start_ms: 152990\n  end_ms: 154610\n- text: a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  start_ms: 154610\n  end_ms: 156940\n- text: fuckin' money on the wood,\n  start_ms: 156940\n  end_ms: 158180\n- text: bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n  start_ms: 158180\n  end_ms: 159950\n- text: but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  start_ms: 159950\n  end_ms: 161620\n- text: shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n  start_ms: 161620\n  end_ms: 162630\n- text: bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n  start_ms: 162630\n  end_ms: 164480\n- text: '[Chorus - Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 164480\n  end_ms: 182790\n- text: '[Verse Four - Wish Bone:]'\n  start_ms: 182790\n  end_ms: 184600\n- text: I got my hand on my balls,\n  start_ms: 184600\n  end_ms: 185530\n- text: gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  start_ms: 185530\n  end_ms: 187760\n- text: I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  start_ms: 187760\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 191890\n- text: streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n  start_ms: 191890\n  end_ms: 193820\n- text: chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  start_ms: 193820\n  end_ms: 196180\n- text: it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  start_ms: 196180\n  end_ms: 198180\n- text: you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  start_ms: 198180\n  end_ms: 201060\n- text: let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n  start_ms: 201060\n  end_ms: 203130\n- text: and I love it but you know how the game play got\n  start_ms: 203130\n  end_ms: 205430\n- text: me ready to kill, somebody,\n  start_ms: 205430\n  end_ms: 206840\n- text: but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  start_ms: 206840\n  end_ms: 210170\n- text: be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  start_ms: 210170\n  end_ms: 212550\n- text: these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  start_ms: 212550\n  end_ms: 214590\n- text: load, winter through summer,\n  start_ms: 214590\n  end_ms: 215680\n- text: summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  start_ms: 215680\n  end_ms: 219030\n- text: hustling, give it all you got,\n  start_ms: 219030\n  end_ms: 220560\n- text: give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  start_ms: 220560\n  end_ms: 223100\n- text: your mouth!\n  start_ms: 223100\n  end_ms: 224770\n- text: '[Chorus - Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 224770\n  end_ms: 251980\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251980\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n  Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  the devil block, trouble not,\n  I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n  you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  [Verse Two - The Game:]\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n  of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n  I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  job, lyrical damage on one,\n  two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n  west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n  toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n  'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n  I'm gonna let you\n  know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n  show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n  no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  to these other niggas hits,\n  you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n  a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  fuckin' money on the wood,\n  bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n  but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n  bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n  I got my hand on my balls,\n  gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n  chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n  and I love it but you know how the game play got\n  me ready to kill, somebody,\n  but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  load, winter through summer,\n  summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  hustling, give it all you got,\n  give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  your mouth!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n"},{"id":10064630,"name":"Streets (Feat. 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Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\nnature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\nI'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\nyou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nif you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n[Verse Two - The Game:]\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nforty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nmagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\nof the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nterror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\nI'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\njob, lyrical damage on one,\ntwo punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nproceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nblack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nup, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nman army, only two things in the world can call me,\nwest pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nback down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\ntoe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\npistol but he still gonna shoot,\n'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\nI'm gonna let you\nknow, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\nshow, we done checked these niggas, met these\nniggas man I don't respect these niggas,\nI'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\ncritic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\nno, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\nsee me, physically I'll bring your misery,\nseriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\nto these other niggas hits,\nyou hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\nall hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\na hog should, just lemme put the mother\nfuckin' money on the wood,\nbitch niggas would be gone if they could,\nbut I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\nshut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\nbone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\nI got my hand on my balls,\ngripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\nI'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\non some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\nstreets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\nchasing paper always, and I know how to get\nit, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\nyou can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\nlet it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\nand I love it but you know how the game play got\nme ready to kill, somebody,\nbut it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\nbe stacking my paper like that's all I know,\nthese niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\nload, winter through summer,\nsummer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\nhustling, give it all you got,\ngive it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\nyour mouth!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n[00:01.84] Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n[00:06.76] tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n[00:08.78] nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n[00:11.39] leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n[00:13.78] boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n[00:15.02] watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n[00:17.62] the devil block, trouble not,\n[00:18.78] I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n[00:21.08] I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n[00:23.30] why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n[00:26.10] club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n[00:27.56] then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n[00:30.43] posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n[00:33.36] we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n[00:35.22] you can't fuck with me, Will.\n[00:36.65] I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n[00:41.75] nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n[00:44.58] I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n[00:45.87] [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n[00:46.66] you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[00:50.37] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:54.26] if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n[00:59.42] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[01:03.31] [Verse Two - The Game:]\n[01:03.95] It's the black rag assassin,\n[01:04.94] forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n[01:07.98] magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n[01:10.25] of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n[01:12.89] terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n[01:14.82] I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n[01:17.58] job, lyrical damage on one,\n[01:18.73] two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n[01:20.18] (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n[01:23.75] proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n[01:26.83] I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n[01:28.47] black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n[01:30.87] up, get ready for the face off,\n[01:32.75] Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n[01:36.06] man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n[01:38.36] west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n[01:40.85] back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n[01:44.46] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[02:00.92] [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n[02:02.49] Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n[02:04.93] toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n[02:06.75] pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n[02:07.94] 'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n[02:10.28] I'm gonna let you\n[02:11.03] know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n[02:12.32] show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n[02:14.84] niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n[02:17.00] I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n[02:19.79] critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n[02:21.77] no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n[02:24.62] see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n[02:26.13] seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n[02:28.43] to these other niggas hits,\n[02:29.81] you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n[02:32.99] all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n[02:34.61] a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n[02:36.94] fuckin' money on the wood,\n[02:38.18] bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n[02:39.95] but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n[02:41.62] shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n[02:42.63] bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n[02:44.48] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[03:02.79] [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n[03:04.60] I got my hand on my balls,\n[03:05.53] gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n[03:07.76] I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n[03:09.56] on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n[03:11.89] streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n[03:13.82] chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n[03:16.18] it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n[03:18.18] you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n[03:21.06] let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n[03:23.13] and I love it but you know how the game play got\n[03:25.43] me ready to kill, somebody,\n[03:26.84] but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n[03:30.17] be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n[03:32.55] these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n[03:34.59] load, winter through summer,\n[03:35.68] summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n[03:39.03] hustling, give it all you got,\n[03:40.56] give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n[03:43.10] your mouth!\n[03:44.77] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[04:11.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets (Feat. The Game & Will.I.Am)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Strength & Loyalty\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse One - Layzie Bone:]'\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 1840\n- text: Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  start_ms: 1840\n  end_ms: 6760\n- text: tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  start_ms: 6760\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 11390\n- text: leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  start_ms: 11390\n  end_ms: 13780\n- text: boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  start_ms: 13780\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: the devil block, trouble not,\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 18780\n- text: I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  start_ms: 18780\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 23300\n- text: why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  start_ms: 23300\n  end_ms: 26100\n- text: club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  start_ms: 26100\n  end_ms: 27560\n- text: then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  start_ms: 27560\n  end_ms: 30430\n- text: posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  start_ms: 30430\n  end_ms: 33360\n- text: we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  start_ms: 33360\n  end_ms: 35220\n- text: you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  start_ms: 35220\n  end_ms: 36650\n- text: I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  start_ms: 36650\n  end_ms: 41750\n- text: nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  start_ms: 41750\n  end_ms: 44580\n- text: I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n  start_ms: 44580\n  end_ms: 45870\n- text: '[Chorus - Will.I.Am:]'\n  start_ms: 45870\n  end_ms: 46660\n- text: you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  start_ms: 46660\n  end_ms: 50370\n- text: you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  start_ms: 50370\n  end_ms: 54260\n- text: if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  start_ms: 54260\n  end_ms: 59420\n- text: you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n  start_ms: 59420\n  end_ms: 63310\n- text: '[Verse Two - The Game:]'\n  start_ms: 63310\n  end_ms: 63950\n- text: It's the black rag assassin,\n  start_ms: 63950\n  end_ms: 64940\n- text: forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  start_ms: 64940\n  end_ms: 67980\n- text: magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n  start_ms: 67980\n  end_ms: 70250\n- text: of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  start_ms: 70250\n  end_ms: 72890\n- text: terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n  start_ms: 72890\n  end_ms: 74820\n- text: I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  start_ms: 74820\n  end_ms: 77580\n- text: job, lyrical damage on one,\n  start_ms: 77580\n  end_ms: 78730\n- text: two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  start_ms: 78730\n  end_ms: 80180\n- text: (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  start_ms: 80180\n  end_ms: 83750\n- text: proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  start_ms: 83750\n  end_ms: 86830\n- text: I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  start_ms: 86830\n  end_ms: 88470\n- text: black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  start_ms: 88470\n  end_ms: 90870\n- text: up, get ready for the face off,\n  start_ms: 90870\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 96060\n- text: man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n  start_ms: 96060\n  end_ms: 98360\n- text: west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  start_ms: 98360\n  end_ms: 100850\n- text: back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n  start_ms: 100850\n  end_ms: 104460\n- text: '[Chorus - Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 104460\n  end_ms: 120920\n- text: '[Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]'\n  start_ms: 120920\n  end_ms: 122490\n- text: Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n  start_ms: 122490\n  end_ms: 124930\n- text: toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  start_ms: 124930\n  end_ms: 126750\n- text: pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n  start_ms: 126750\n  end_ms: 127940\n- text: '''cause he''s a hoe, like half of'' these niggas is rappin'','\n  start_ms: 127940\n  end_ms: 130280\n- text: I'm gonna let you\n  start_ms: 130280\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 132320\n- text: show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  start_ms: 132320\n  end_ms: 134840\n- text: niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  start_ms: 134840\n  end_ms: 137000\n- text: I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  start_ms: 137000\n  end_ms: 139790\n- text: critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n  start_ms: 139790\n  end_ms: 141770\n- text: no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  start_ms: 141770\n  end_ms: 144620\n- text: see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  start_ms: 144620\n  end_ms: 146130\n- text: seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  start_ms: 146130\n  end_ms: 148430\n- text: to these other niggas hits,\n  start_ms: 148430\n  end_ms: 149810\n- text: you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  start_ms: 149810\n  end_ms: 152990\n- text: all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n  start_ms: 152990\n  end_ms: 154610\n- text: a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  start_ms: 154610\n  end_ms: 156940\n- text: fuckin' money on the wood,\n  start_ms: 156940\n  end_ms: 158180\n- text: bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n  start_ms: 158180\n  end_ms: 159950\n- text: but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  start_ms: 159950\n  end_ms: 161620\n- text: shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n  start_ms: 161620\n  end_ms: 162630\n- text: bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n  start_ms: 162630\n  end_ms: 164480\n- text: '[Chorus - Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 164480\n  end_ms: 182790\n- text: '[Verse Four - Wish Bone:]'\n  start_ms: 182790\n  end_ms: 184600\n- text: I got my hand on my balls,\n  start_ms: 184600\n  end_ms: 185530\n- text: gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  start_ms: 185530\n  end_ms: 187760\n- text: I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  start_ms: 187760\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 191890\n- text: streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n  start_ms: 191890\n  end_ms: 193820\n- text: chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  start_ms: 193820\n  end_ms: 196180\n- text: it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  start_ms: 196180\n  end_ms: 198180\n- text: you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  start_ms: 198180\n  end_ms: 201060\n- text: let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n  start_ms: 201060\n  end_ms: 203130\n- text: and I love it but you know how the game play got\n  start_ms: 203130\n  end_ms: 205430\n- text: me ready to kill, somebody,\n  start_ms: 205430\n  end_ms: 206840\n- text: but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  start_ms: 206840\n  end_ms: 210170\n- text: be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  start_ms: 210170\n  end_ms: 212550\n- text: these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  start_ms: 212550\n  end_ms: 214590\n- text: load, winter through summer,\n  start_ms: 214590\n  end_ms: 215680\n- text: summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  start_ms: 215680\n  end_ms: 219030\n- text: hustling, give it all you got,\n  start_ms: 219030\n  end_ms: 220560\n- text: give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  start_ms: 220560\n  end_ms: 223100\n- text: your mouth!\n  start_ms: 223100\n  end_ms: 224770\n- text: '[Chorus - Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 224770\n  end_ms: 251980\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251980\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n  Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  the devil block, trouble not,\n  I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n  you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  [Verse Two - The Game:]\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n  of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n  I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  job, lyrical damage on one,\n  two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n  west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n  toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n  'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n  I'm gonna let you\n  know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n  show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n  no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  to these other niggas hits,\n  you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n  a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  fuckin' money on the wood,\n  bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n  but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n  bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n  I got my hand on my balls,\n  gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n  chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n  and I love it but you know how the game play got\n  me ready to kill, somebody,\n  but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  load, winter through summer,\n  summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  hustling, give it all you got,\n  give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  your mouth!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n"},{"id":23632814,"name":"streets (feat. the game and will.i.am)","trackName":"streets (feat. the game and will.i.am)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Strength & Loyalty","duration":261.336,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\nNow I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\ntryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\nnigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\nleave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\nboss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\nwatts in the Bronx where they cater all around\nthe devil block, trouble not,\nI'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\nI'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\nwhy are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\nclub all my niggas get to whipping ass,\nthen a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\nposed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\nwe're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\nyou can't fuck with me, Will.\nI.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\nnature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\nI'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\nyou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nif you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n[Verse Two - The Game:]\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nforty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nmagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\nof the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nterror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\nI'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\njob, lyrical damage on one,\ntwo punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nproceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nblack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nup, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nman army, only two things in the world can call me,\nwest pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nback down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\ntoe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\npistol but he still gonna shoot,\n'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\nI'm gonna let you\nknow, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\nshow, we done checked these niggas, met these\nniggas man I don't respect these niggas,\nI'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\ncritic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\nno, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\nsee me, physically I'll bring your misery,\nseriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\nto these other niggas hits,\nyou hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\nall hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\na hog should, just lemme put the mother\nfuckin' money on the wood,\nbitch niggas would be gone if they could,\nbut I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\nshut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\nbone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\nI got my hand on my balls,\ngripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\nI'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\non some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\nstreets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\nchasing paper always, and I know how to get\nit, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\nyou can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\nlet it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\nand I love it but you know how the game play got\nme ready to kill, somebody,\nbut it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\nbe stacking my paper like that's all I know,\nthese niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\nload, winter through summer,\nsummer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\nhustling, give it all you got,\ngive it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\nyour mouth!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n[00:01.84] Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n[00:06.76] tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n[00:08.78] nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n[00:11.39] leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n[00:13.78] boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n[00:15.02] watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n[00:17.62] the devil block, trouble not,\n[00:18.78] I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n[00:21.08] I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n[00:23.30] why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n[00:26.10] club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n[00:27.56] then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n[00:30.43] posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n[00:33.36] we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n[00:35.22] you can't fuck with me, Will.\n[00:36.65] I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n[00:41.75] nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n[00:44.58] I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n[00:45.87] [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n[00:46.66] you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[00:50.37] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:54.26] if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n[00:59.42] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[01:03.31] [Verse Two - The Game:]\n[01:03.95] It's the black rag assassin,\n[01:04.94] forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n[01:07.98] magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n[01:10.25] of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n[01:12.89] terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n[01:14.82] I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n[01:17.58] job, lyrical damage on one,\n[01:18.73] two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n[01:20.18] (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n[01:23.75] proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n[01:26.83] I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n[01:28.47] black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n[01:30.87] up, get ready for the face off,\n[01:32.75] Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n[01:36.06] man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n[01:38.36] west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n[01:40.85] back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n[01:44.46] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[02:00.92] [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n[02:02.49] Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n[02:04.93] toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n[02:06.75] pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n[02:07.94] 'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n[02:10.28] I'm gonna let you\n[02:11.03] know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n[02:12.32] show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n[02:14.84] niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n[02:17.00] I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n[02:19.79] critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n[02:21.77] no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n[02:24.62] see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n[02:26.13] seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n[02:28.43] to these other niggas hits,\n[02:29.81] you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n[02:32.99] all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n[02:34.61] a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n[02:36.94] fuckin' money on the wood,\n[02:38.18] bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n[02:39.95] but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n[02:41.62] shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n[02:42.63] bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n[02:44.48] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[03:02.79] [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n[03:04.60] I got my hand on my balls,\n[03:05.53] gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n[03:07.76] I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n[03:09.56] on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n[03:11.89] streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n[03:13.82] chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n[03:16.18] it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n[03:18.18] you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n[03:21.06] let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n[03:23.13] and I love it but you know how the game play got\n[03:25.43] me ready to kill, somebody,\n[03:26.84] but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n[03:30.17] be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n[03:32.55] these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n[03:34.59] load, winter through summer,\n[03:35.68] summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n[03:39.03] hustling, give it all you got,\n[03:40.56] give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n[03:43.10] your mouth!\n[03:44.77] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[04:11.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: streets (feat. the game and will.i.am)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Strength & Loyalty\n  duration_ms: 261336\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse One - Layzie Bone:]'\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 1840\n- text: Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  start_ms: 1840\n  end_ms: 6760\n- text: tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  start_ms: 6760\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 11390\n- text: leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  start_ms: 11390\n  end_ms: 13780\n- text: boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  start_ms: 13780\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: the devil block, trouble not,\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 18780\n- text: I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  start_ms: 18780\n  end_ms: 21080\n- text: I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  start_ms: 21080\n  end_ms: 23300\n- text: why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  start_ms: 23300\n  end_ms: 26100\n- text: club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  start_ms: 26100\n  end_ms: 27560\n- text: then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  start_ms: 27560\n  end_ms: 30430\n- text: posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  start_ms: 30430\n  end_ms: 33360\n- text: we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  start_ms: 33360\n  end_ms: 35220\n- text: you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  start_ms: 35220\n  end_ms: 36650\n- text: I.Am the ghetto! 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(streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  start_ms: 36650\n  end_ms: 41750\n- text: nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  start_ms: 41750\n  end_ms: 44580\n- text: I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n  start_ms: 44580\n  end_ms: 45870\n- text: '[Chorus - Will.I.Am:]'\n  start_ms: 45870\n  end_ms: 46660\n- text: you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  start_ms: 46660\n  end_ms: 50370\n- text: you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  start_ms: 50370\n  end_ms: 54260\n- text: if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  start_ms: 54260\n  end_ms: 59420\n- text: you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n  start_ms: 59420\n  end_ms: 63310\n- text: '[Verse Two - The Game:]'\n  start_ms: 63310\n  end_ms: 63950\n- text: It's the black rag assassin,\n  start_ms: 63950\n  end_ms: 64940\n- text: forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  start_ms: 64940\n  end_ms: 67980\n- text: magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n  start_ms: 67980\n  end_ms: 70250\n- text: of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  start_ms: 70250\n  end_ms: 72890\n- text: terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n  start_ms: 72890\n  end_ms: 74820\n- text: I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  start_ms: 74820\n  end_ms: 77580\n- text: job, lyrical damage on one,\n  start_ms: 77580\n  end_ms: 78730\n- text: two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  start_ms: 78730\n  end_ms: 80180\n- text: (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  start_ms: 80180\n  end_ms: 83750\n- text: proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  start_ms: 83750\n  end_ms: 86830\n- text: I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  start_ms: 86830\n  end_ms: 88470\n- text: black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  start_ms: 88470\n  end_ms: 90870\n- text: up, get ready for the face off,\n  start_ms: 90870\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 96060\n- text: man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n  start_ms: 96060\n  end_ms: 98360\n- text: west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  start_ms: 98360\n  end_ms: 100850\n- text: back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n  start_ms: 100850\n  end_ms: 104460\n- text: '[Chorus - Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 104460\n  end_ms: 120920\n- text: '[Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]'\n  start_ms: 120920\n  end_ms: 122490\n- text: Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n  start_ms: 122490\n  end_ms: 124930\n- text: toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  start_ms: 124930\n  end_ms: 126750\n- text: pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n  start_ms: 126750\n  end_ms: 127940\n- text: '''cause he''s a hoe, like half of'' these niggas is rappin'','\n  start_ms: 127940\n  end_ms: 130280\n- text: I'm gonna let you\n  start_ms: 130280\n  end_ms: 131030\n- text: know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n  start_ms: 131030\n  end_ms: 132320\n- text: show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  start_ms: 132320\n  end_ms: 134840\n- text: niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  start_ms: 134840\n  end_ms: 137000\n- text: I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  start_ms: 137000\n  end_ms: 139790\n- text: critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n  start_ms: 139790\n  end_ms: 141770\n- text: no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  start_ms: 141770\n  end_ms: 144620\n- text: see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  start_ms: 144620\n  end_ms: 146130\n- text: seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  start_ms: 146130\n  end_ms: 148430\n- text: to these other niggas hits,\n  start_ms: 148430\n  end_ms: 149810\n- text: you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  start_ms: 149810\n  end_ms: 152990\n- text: all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n  start_ms: 152990\n  end_ms: 154610\n- text: a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  start_ms: 154610\n  end_ms: 156940\n- text: fuckin' money on the wood,\n  start_ms: 156940\n  end_ms: 158180\n- text: bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n  start_ms: 158180\n  end_ms: 159950\n- text: but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  start_ms: 159950\n  end_ms: 161620\n- text: shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n  start_ms: 161620\n  end_ms: 162630\n- text: bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n  start_ms: 162630\n  end_ms: 164480\n- text: '[Chorus - Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 164480\n  end_ms: 182790\n- text: '[Verse Four - Wish Bone:]'\n  start_ms: 182790\n  end_ms: 184600\n- text: I got my hand on my balls,\n  start_ms: 184600\n  end_ms: 185530\n- text: gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  start_ms: 185530\n  end_ms: 187760\n- text: I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  start_ms: 187760\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 191890\n- text: streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n  start_ms: 191890\n  end_ms: 193820\n- text: chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  start_ms: 193820\n  end_ms: 196180\n- text: it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  start_ms: 196180\n  end_ms: 198180\n- text: you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  start_ms: 198180\n  end_ms: 201060\n- text: let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n  start_ms: 201060\n  end_ms: 203130\n- text: and I love it but you know how the game play got\n  start_ms: 203130\n  end_ms: 205430\n- text: me ready to kill, somebody,\n  start_ms: 205430\n  end_ms: 206840\n- text: but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  start_ms: 206840\n  end_ms: 210170\n- text: be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  start_ms: 210170\n  end_ms: 212550\n- text: these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  start_ms: 212550\n  end_ms: 214590\n- text: load, winter through summer,\n  start_ms: 214590\n  end_ms: 215680\n- text: summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  start_ms: 215680\n  end_ms: 219030\n- text: hustling, give it all you got,\n  start_ms: 219030\n  end_ms: 220560\n- text: give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  start_ms: 220560\n  end_ms: 223100\n- text: your mouth!\n  start_ms: 223100\n  end_ms: 224770\n- text: '[Chorus - Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 224770\n  end_ms: 251980\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251980\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n  Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  the devil block, trouble not,\n  I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n  you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  [Verse Two - The Game:]\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n  of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n  I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  job, lyrical damage on one,\n  two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n  west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n  toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n  'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n  I'm gonna let you\n  know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n  show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n  no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  to these other niggas hits,\n  you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n  a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  fuckin' money on the wood,\n  bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n  but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n  bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n  I got my hand on my balls,\n  gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n  chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n  and I love it but you know how the game play got\n  me ready to kill, somebody,\n  but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  load, winter through summer,\n  summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  hustling, give it all you got,\n  give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  your mouth!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n"},{"id":21686871,"name":"Streets (Feat. 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Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\nnature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\nI'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\nyou're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nif you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\nyou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n[Verse Two - The Game:]\nIt's the black rag assassin,\nforty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\nmagnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\nof the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\nterror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\nI'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\njob, lyrical damage on one,\ntwo punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n(cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\nproceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\nI'm riding with them bone thugs,\nblack glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\nup, get ready for the face off,\nNicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\nman army, only two things in the world can call me,\nwest pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\nback down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\nNow we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\ntoe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\npistol but he still gonna shoot,\n'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\nI'm gonna let you\nknow, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\nshow, we done checked these niggas, met these\nniggas man I don't respect these niggas,\nI'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\ncritic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\nno, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\nsee me, physically I'll bring your misery,\nseriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\nto these other niggas hits,\nyou hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\nall hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\na hog should, just lemme put the mother\nfuckin' money on the wood,\nbitch niggas would be gone if they could,\nbut I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\nshut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\nbone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n[Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\nI got my hand on my balls,\ngripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\nI'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\non some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\nstreets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\nchasing paper always, and I know how to get\nit, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\nyou can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\nlet it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\nand I love it but you know how the game play got\nme ready to kill, somebody,\nbut it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\nbe stacking my paper like that's all I know,\nthese niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\nload, winter through summer,\nsummer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\nhustling, give it all you got,\ngive it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\nyour mouth!\n\n[Chorus - Will.I.Am]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n[00:01.84] Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n[00:06.76] tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n[00:08.78] nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n[00:11.39] leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n[00:13.78] boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n[00:15.02] watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n[00:17.62] the devil block, trouble not,\n[00:18.78] I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n[00:21.08] I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n[00:23.30] why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n[00:26.10] club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n[00:27.56] then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n[00:30.43] posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n[00:33.36] we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n[00:35.22] you can't fuck with me, Will.\n[00:36.65] I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n[00:41.75] nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n[00:44.58] I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n[00:45.87] [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n[00:46.66] you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[00:50.37] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:54.26] if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n[00:59.42] you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[01:03.31] [Verse Two - The Game:]\n[01:03.95] It's the black rag assassin,\n[01:04.94] forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n[01:07.98] magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n[01:10.25] of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n[01:12.89] terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n[01:14.82] I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n[01:17.58] job, lyrical damage on one,\n[01:18.73] two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n[01:20.18] (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n[01:23.75] proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n[01:26.83] I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n[01:28.47] black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n[01:30.87] up, get ready for the face off,\n[01:32.75] Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n[01:36.06] man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n[01:38.36] west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n[01:40.85] back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n[01:44.46] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[02:00.92] [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n[02:02.49] Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n[02:04.93] toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n[02:06.75] pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n[02:07.94] 'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n[02:10.28] I'm gonna let you\n[02:11.03] know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n[02:12.32] show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n[02:14.84] niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n[02:17.00] I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n[02:19.79] critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n[02:21.77] no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n[02:24.62] see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n[02:26.13] seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n[02:28.43] to these other niggas hits,\n[02:29.81] you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n[02:32.99] all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n[02:34.61] a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n[02:36.94] fuckin' money on the wood,\n[02:38.18] bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n[02:39.95] but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n[02:41.62] shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n[02:42.63] bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n[02:44.48] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[03:02.79] [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n[03:04.60] I got my hand on my balls,\n[03:05.53] gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n[03:07.76] I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n[03:09.56] on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n[03:11.89] streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n[03:13.82] chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n[03:16.18] it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n[03:18.18] you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n[03:21.06] let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n[03:23.13] and I love it but you know how the game play got\n[03:25.43] me ready to kill, somebody,\n[03:26.84] but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n[03:30.17] be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n[03:32.55] these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n[03:34.59] load, winter through summer,\n[03:35.68] summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n[03:39.03] hustling, give it all you got,\n[03:40.56] give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n[03:43.10] your mouth!\n[03:44.77] [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n[04:11.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets (Feat. 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Will.I.Am]'\n  start_ms: 224770\n  end_ms: 251980\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251980\nplain: |-\n  [Verse One - Layzie Bone:]\n  Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law,\n  tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a\n  nigga in these streets make you take clothes off,\n  leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with a\n  boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them\n  watts in the Bronx where they cater all around\n  the devil block, trouble not,\n  I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest\n  I'm a deadly [?] so I'm heated heavy for it,\n  why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at the\n  club all my niggas get to whipping ass,\n  then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga\n  posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause\n  we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is\n  you can't fuck with me, Will.\n  I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by\n  nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin',\n  I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am:]\n  you're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n  if you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'!\n  you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\n  [Verse Two - The Game:]\n  It's the black rag assassin,\n  forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge\n  magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head\n  of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign\n  terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud,\n  I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the\n  job, lyrical damage on one,\n  two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like\n  (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching,\n  proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when\n  I'm riding with them bone thugs,\n  black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose\n  up, get ready for the face off,\n  Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one\n  man army, only two things in the world can call me,\n  west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never\n  back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Three - Krazie Bone:]\n  Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel\n  toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a\n  pistol but he still gonna shoot,\n  'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin',\n  I'm gonna let you\n  know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy\n  show, we done checked these niggas, met these\n  niggas man I don't respect these niggas,\n  I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a\n  critic, but your shit I ain't feeling,\n  no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't\n  see me, physically I'll bring your misery,\n  seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen\n  to these other niggas hits,\n  you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, 'cause we keep it\n  all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like\n  a hog should, just lemme put the mother\n  fuckin' money on the wood,\n  bitch niggas would be gone if they could,\n  but I'm gonna shut 'em down, I'm gonna\n  shut 'em down, I'm gonna shut 'em down,\n  bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n\n  [Verse Four - Wish Bone:]\n  I got my hand on my balls,\n  gripping in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know\n  I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach,\n  on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the\n  streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues,\n  chasing paper always, and I know how to get\n  it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way,\n  you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I\n  let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real,\n  and I love it but you know how the game play got\n  me ready to kill, somebody,\n  but it's all good, with these shows at my streets nigga all good, gotta\n  be stacking my paper like that's all I know,\n  these niggas is playing, I gotta get it like lock and\n  load, winter through summer,\n  summer back through to winter, we hustling dawg, hustling, hustling,\n  hustling, give it all you got,\n  give it all you got, hustling, niggas is talking bout weed now watch\n  your mouth!\n\n  [Chorus - Will.I.Am]\n"},{"id":17035474,"name":"Streets","trackName":"Streets","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony; The Game; will.i.am","albumName":"Strength","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I sound so raw, cause I'm down by law, tryna play me cause I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you fuckin with a boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around the devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest I'm a? so I'm heated heavy for it, why you lookin for me nigga with yo lookin ass, meet me at the club all my niggas get to whippin ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos'ed to be thug, nigga pos'ed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga cause we smellin' yo pussy, the whole bottom line is you can't fuck with' me, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n\nYou looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n\nIt's the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I 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gon' shoot, cause' he a hoe, like halfa' these niggas is rappin', I'm a' let you know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these niggas man I don't respect these niggas, I'm a real mother fucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a critic, but yo shit I ain't feelin, no, you niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't see me, physically I'll bring your misery, seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen to these other niggas hits, you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, cause we keep it all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother fuckin' money on the wood, bitch niggas would be gone if they could, but I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\nIf you lookin!...\n\nI got my hand on my balls, grippin in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach, on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga I'm in the streets, this ain't my only occupation hittin' avenues, chasin paper allways, and I know how to get it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way, you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I let it bang b-bang bang, I'm the street for real, and I love it but you know how the gameplay got me ready to kill, somebody, but it's all good, with' these shows at my steets nigga all good, gotta be stackin my paper like that's all I know, these niggas is playin, I gotta get it like lock and load, winter through summer, summer back through to winter, we hustlin dawg, hustlin, hustlin, hustlin, give it all you got, give it all you got, hustlin, niggas is talkin bout weed now watch yo mouth!\n\nIf you looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\nIf you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\nYou can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\nIf you lookin!...","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.18] Now I sound so raw, cause I'm down by law, tryna play me cause I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you fuckin with a boss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around the devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest I'm a? so I'm heated heavy for it, why you lookin for me nigga with yo lookin ass, meet me at the club all my niggas get to whippin ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos'ed to be thug, nigga pos'ed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga cause we smellin' yo pussy, the whole bottom line is you can't fuck with' me, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, Wil-I-Am the ghetto!, cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'.\n[00:27.54] You looking, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[00:29.32] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:30.42] If you looking, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\n[00:31.28] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[00:35.28] It's the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, I'm a tickin time bomb let it finish the job, lyrical damage on one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorchin, proceed with caution murder any mc, ya soul is lost, when I'm ridin with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fuckin grenade, one man army, only two things in the world can call me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I never back down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back.\n[00:36.54] If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin,\n[00:37.36] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:38.15] If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin!\n[00:38.84] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[00:39.30] Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a pistol but he still gon' shoot, cause' he a hoe, like halfa' these niggas is rappin', I'm a' let you know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these niggas man I don't respect these niggas, I'm a real mother fucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a critic, but yo shit I ain't feelin, no, you niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't see me, physically I'll bring your misery, seriously, you niggas ain't been hearing me, but listen to these other niggas hits, you hear my twist they blew my shit, but it's all good, cause we keep it all hood, and when we see niggas get rolled dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother fuckin' money on the wood, bitch niggas would be gone if they could, but I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, I'm a' shut em down, bone niggas known not to fuck around!\n[00:40.66] If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rollin',\n[00:41.21] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,\n[00:41.97] If you lookin, for me, I'll be, rolliin'!\n[00:43.73] You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.\n[00:44.38] If you lookin!...\n[00:45.21] I got my hand on my balls, grippin in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach, on some cool shit and some beef 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