[{"id":27208047,"name":"Young Thugs","trackName":"Young Thugs","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Young Thugs","duration":224.784,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\nYeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah\n\nUh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\nShe got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\nEh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\nEh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\nI'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\nOoh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\nHey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\nQuan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\nI got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\nWe eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\nHannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\nBitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\nI apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\nI apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\nI apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands\nI apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\nWhere your bitch at? No, not that one\nBaby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\nEvery time you see me, I'm a have thousands\nOn the island, no dressin'\nI won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\nI'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n\nEh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\nEh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\nEh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\nEh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\nNow I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs\nNigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\nHigher than a escalator any day\nI'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\nBut I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\nThese niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\nDamn, this might be coward day\nYeah, this might be powder day\nSniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\nEven if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\nBut I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\nNigga, you can shoot us, hey\nAnd I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\nI show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\nAnd we the best, every time we come around\nBoy, they root for us, true\nAnd everybody hate Chris\nBut I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\nTell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n\nFive thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\nGet my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\nShe fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\nShe think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\nPlay with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\nAll I want is that head and that ain't no lie\nNigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\nThese niggas vibe faker than a puppet","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Thugs\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Young Thugs\n  duration_ms: 224784\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\n  Yeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah\n\n  Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky\n  I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n  I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n  She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n  I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n  She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\n  Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n  Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\n  I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\n  Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\n  Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\n  Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\n  I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\n  We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\n  Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\n  Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\n  I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\n  I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\n  I apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands\n  I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\n  Where your bitch at? No, not that one\n  Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\n  Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands\n  On the island, no dressin'\n  I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\n  I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n\n  Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\n  Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\n  Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\n  Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\n  Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs\n  Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\n  Higher than a escalator any day\n  I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\n  But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\n  These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\n  Damn, this might be coward day\n  Yeah, this might be powder day\n  Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\n  Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\n  But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\n  Nigga, you can shoot us, hey\n  And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\n  I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\n  And we the best, every time we come around\n  Boy, they root for us, true\n  And everybody hate Chris\n  But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\n  Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n\n  Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\n  Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\n  She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\n  She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\n  Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\n  All I want is that head and that ain't no lie\n  Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\n  These niggas vibe faker than a puppet\n"},{"id":35534146,"name":"Young Thugs (Explicit Version)","trackName":"Young Thugs (Explicit Version)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Young Thugs","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey young thugs, the world is yours\nThe world, the world, the world is yours\n\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\n\nStanding outside is a broken thug (That's me)\nWho don't wanna go home\nRather stand here frozen up\n\nHanging out in the cold\nZero below\nTrying to find his soul\nBefore the mind is gone\nTrying to find that guiding road\n\nAnd keep rolling on\nOn, on, on, rolling on\nYou better keep rolling on\nOn, on, on, rolling on\nYou better keep rolling on\n\nEvery time I look into the mirror\nCatch a thinking I'm wrong\n'Cause I thug, I thug\nAll I see looking back is a thug\nAnd I know I did wrong\nYoung thug, young thug\nIt's amazing how we get them second chances\nAnd he let us live on\nAll thugs, all thugs\nT-H-U-G is all I wanna be\n\nAll my little thuggers really thugging with me\nI really don't get it straight for profit\nReally don't broke and I'm on\n\nYou really stop because you know them thuggers gonna live on\n\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\n\nSee baby got it going on\nBut she was born in a fucked up home\nAnd ain't nobody feeling her\nMama seem to be stuck on niggas\nThat'll beat her seven times she's gone\nAnd ain't nobody really saw\nHere we go again, there he go again\nI don't wanna be here no more\n\nNow I'm having a baby\nOnly nigga that held me\n(You don't have to tell, he went crazy and he left you)\nYeah that nigga went crazy\nBut I thank him for the love, that's all I've got\n\nBaby got it going on\nNineteen nail shop, bail drop\nBling watch, I'll never fail\nHoes flipping with the hair up\nRep the frog\nDon't give a fuck about a nigga now (I don't care)\nAnd the shit don't stop, yeah\n'Til the casket drop, yeah\n\nOnce upon a time there was a little young nigga\nRunning wild and smoking weed\nAnd if you was looking for whatever\nHe can get you what you need\nDown thugging with some problems\nNobody never seen the spot him\nOne day somebody shot him\nAnd the drama got started\nNow his mama's on the pipe\nAnd bigger brothers in jail\n\nNigga go on and cop a seat\nI got a story to tell\n\nSee, first he was just chilling\nThen his belly got hungry\nEverybody in the family out for self\nAin't got no money\n\nSo what's a young thug to do now? (And do now)\nAin't nothing to do but hit the streets\nAnd get some heat and put the rules down\nThat's what he did, the hustler off to the races\nTrying to win it while he in it\nActing bad and catching cases\n\nBefore we knew it he was in too deep\n\nNowhere to run and nowhere to hide\nHe was in too deep\nHe could've changed his life\nBut no he didn't\nNow the little nigga laying dead in the grave\nStill not listening\n\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Thugs (Explicit Version)\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: Young Thugs\n  duration_ms: 224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hey young thugs, the world is yours\n  The world, the world, the world is yours\n\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n\n  Standing outside is a broken thug (That's me)\n  Who don't wanna go home\n  Rather stand here frozen up\n\n  Hanging out in the cold\n  Zero below\n  Trying to find his soul\n  Before the mind is gone\n  Trying to find that guiding road\n\n  And keep rolling on\n  On, on, on, rolling on\n  You better keep rolling on\n  On, on, on, rolling on\n  You better keep rolling on\n\n  Every time I look into the mirror\n  Catch a thinking I'm wrong\n  'Cause I thug, I thug\n  All I see looking back is a thug\n  And I know I did wrong\n  Young thug, young thug\n  It's amazing how we get them second chances\n  And he let us live on\n  All thugs, all thugs\n  T-H-U-G is all I wanna be\n\n  All my little thuggers really thugging with me\n  I really don't get it straight for profit\n  Really don't broke and I'm on\n\n  You really stop because you know them thuggers gonna live on\n\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n\n  See baby got it going on\n  But she was born in a fucked up home\n  And ain't nobody feeling her\n  Mama seem to be stuck on niggas\n  That'll beat her seven times she's gone\n  And ain't nobody really saw\n  Here we go again, there he go again\n  I don't wanna be here no more\n\n  Now I'm having a baby\n  Only nigga that held me\n  (You don't have to tell, he went crazy and he left you)\n  Yeah that nigga went crazy\n  But I thank him for the love, that's all I've got\n\n  Baby got it going on\n  Nineteen nail shop, bail drop\n  Bling watch, I'll never fail\n  Hoes flipping with the hair up\n  Rep the frog\n  Don't give a fuck about a nigga now (I don't care)\n  And the shit don't stop, yeah\n  'Til the casket drop, yeah\n\n  Once upon a time there was a little young nigga\n  Running wild and smoking weed\n  And if you was looking for whatever\n  He can get you what you need\n  Down thugging with some problems\n  Nobody never seen the spot him\n  One day somebody shot him\n  And the drama got started\n  Now his mama's on the pipe\n  And bigger brothers in jail\n\n  Nigga go on and cop a seat\n  I got a story to tell\n\n  See, first he was just chilling\n  Then his belly got hungry\n  Everybody in the family out for self\n  Ain't got no money\n\n  So what's a young thug to do now? (And do now)\n  Ain't nothing to do but hit the streets\n  And get some heat and put the rules down\n  That's what he did, the hustler off to the races\n  Trying to win it while he in it\n  Acting bad and catching cases\n\n  Before we knew it he was in too deep\n\n  Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide\n  He was in too deep\n  He could've changed his life\n  But no he didn't\n  Now the little nigga laying dead in the grave\n  Still not listening\n\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n"},{"id":23865416,"name":"Young Thugs (Explicit Version)","trackName":"Young Thugs (Explicit Version)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Young Thugs (Explicit Version)","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey young thugs, the world is yours\nThe world, the world, the world is yours\nYoung thugs, my young thugs (buck 'em on down, y'all near the end)\nYoung thugs, my young thugs (when I bust 'em on down)\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs (when I bust 'em on down)\nYoung thugs, my young thugs (buck 'em on down, y'all near the end)\nYoung thugs, my young thugs (when I bust 'em on down)\nYoung thugs, my young thugs\nYoung thugs, my young thugs (y'all near the end, y'all near the end)\nStandin outside is a broken thug (that's me)\nWho don't wanna go home (no)\nRather stand here frozen up\nHangin out in the cold, zero below\nTryin to find a soul\nBefore the mind is gone\nTryin to find that God and roll\nAnd keep rollin on\nOn, on, on, rollin on\nYou better keep rollin on\nOn, on, on, rollin on\nYou better keep rollin on\nEvery time I look into the mirror get to thinkin I'm wrong\nCause I thug, I thug\nAll I see lookin back is a thug and I know I did wrong\nYoung thug, young thug (uh)\nIt's amazin how we get them second chances and he let us live on\nAll thugs, all thugs\nT-H-you-G, is all I wanna be\nAll my little thugs is really thuggin with me\nI really don't get it straight from poverty, they broken no more!\nYou really need to stop because you know them Thugs is gonna live on!\nSee baby got it goin on\nBut she was born in a fucked up home\nAnd ain't nobody feelin her, momma seem to be stuck on niggaz\nThat'll beat us every time she's gone\nAnd ain't nobody real as her, here we go again\nThere he go again, I don't wanna be here no more\nNow I'm havin a baby, only nigga that held me\nYou don't have to tell me - he went crazy and he left ya\nYeah that nigga went crazy, but I thank him for the love\nThat's all I've got (what)\nBaby got it goin on, 19, nail shop\nBail drop, bling watch, talent fulfilled\nHoops in with the hair all prepped and propped\nDon't give a fuck about a nigga now (I don't care)\nAnd the shit don't stop, yeah\n'Til the casket drops, yeah\nI'm all that I got, got, got\nOnce upon a time there was a little young nigga runnin wild and smokin weed\nAnd if you was lookin for whatever, he can get you what you need\nDown Thuggsta with some problems, nobody never seem to spot him\nOne day somebody shot him, and the drama got started\nNow his momma's on the pipe and bigger brother's in jail\nNigga go on and cop a seat, I got a story to tell\nSee, first he was just chillin then his belly got hungry\nEverybody in the family out for self, ain't got no money\nSo what's a young thug to do now? (and do now)\nAin't nothin to do but hit the streets\nAnd get some heat and put the rules down\nThat's what he get, lil' hustler off to the races\nTryin to win it while he in it, actin bad and catchin cases\nBefore he knew it he was in too deep\nNowhere to run and nowhere to hide, he was in too deep\nHe coulda, changed his life, but no he didn't\nNow the little nigga layin dead in the grave still not listenin\nIf I could teach the world to be\nA Thug in perfect Harmony\nIf I could teach the world to be\nA Thug in perfect Harmony","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Thugs (Explicit Version)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Young Thugs (Explicit Version)\n  duration_ms: 224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hey young thugs, the world is yours\n  The world, the world, the world is yours\n  Young thugs, my young thugs (buck 'em on down, y'all near the end)\n  Young thugs, my young thugs (when I bust 'em on down)\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs (when I bust 'em on down)\n  Young thugs, my young thugs (buck 'em on down, y'all near the end)\n  Young thugs, my young thugs (when I bust 'em on down)\n  Young thugs, my young thugs\n  Young thugs, my young thugs (y'all near the end, y'all near the end)\n  Standin outside is a broken thug (that's me)\n  Who don't wanna go home (no)\n  Rather stand here frozen up\n  Hangin out in the cold, zero below\n  Tryin to find a soul\n  Before the mind is gone\n  Tryin to find that God and roll\n  And keep rollin on\n  On, on, on, rollin on\n  You better keep rollin on\n  On, on, on, rollin on\n  You better keep rollin on\n  Every time I look into the mirror get to thinkin I'm wrong\n  Cause I thug, I thug\n  All I see lookin back is a thug and I know I did wrong\n  Young thug, young thug (uh)\n  It's amazin how we get them second chances and he let us live on\n  All thugs, all thugs\n  T-H-you-G, is all I wanna be\n  All my little thugs is really thuggin with me\n  I really don't get it straight from poverty, they broken no more!\n  You really need to stop because you know them Thugs is gonna live on!\n  See baby got it goin on\n  But she was born in a fucked up home\n  And ain't nobody feelin her, momma seem to be stuck on niggaz\n  That'll beat us every time she's gone\n  And ain't nobody real as her, here we go again\n  There he go again, I don't wanna be here no more\n  Now I'm havin a baby, only nigga that held me\n  You don't have to tell me - he went crazy and he left ya\n  Yeah that nigga went crazy, but I thank him for the love\n  That's all I've got (what)\n  Baby got it goin on, 19, nail shop\n  Bail drop, bling watch, talent fulfilled\n  Hoops in with the hair all prepped and propped\n  Don't give a fuck about a nigga now (I don't care)\n  And the shit don't stop, yeah\n  'Til the casket drops, yeah\n  I'm all that I got, got, got\n  Once upon a time there was a little young nigga runnin wild and smokin weed\n  And if you was lookin for whatever, he can get you what you need\n  Down Thuggsta with some problems, nobody never seem to spot him\n  One day somebody shot him, and the drama got started\n  Now his momma's on the pipe and bigger brother's in jail\n  Nigga go on and cop a seat, I got a story to tell\n  See, first he was just chillin then his belly got hungry\n  Everybody in the family out for self, ain't got no money\n  So what's a young thug to do now? (and do now)\n  Ain't nothin to do but hit the streets\n  And get some heat and put the rules down\n  That's what he get, lil' hustler off to the races\n  Tryin to win it while he in it, actin bad and catchin cases\n  Before he knew it he was in too deep\n  Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, he was in too deep\n  He coulda, changed his life, but no he didn't\n  Now the little nigga layin dead in the grave still not listenin\n  If I could teach the world to be\n  A Thug in perfect Harmony\n  If I could teach the world to be\n  A Thug in perfect Harmony\n"},{"id":7687610,"name":"Young Thugs","trackName":"Young Thugs","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"T.H.U.G.S.","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\nYeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah\n\nUh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\nShe got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\nEh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\nEh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\nI'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\nOoh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\nHey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\nQuan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\nI got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\nWe eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\nHannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\nBitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\nI apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\nI apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\nI apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands\nI apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\nWhere your bitch at? No, not that one\nBaby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\nEvery time you see me, I'm a have thousands\nOn the island, no dressin'\nI won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\nI'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n\nEh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\nEh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\nEh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\nEh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\nNow I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs\nNigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\nHigher than a escalator any day\nI'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\nBut I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\nThese niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\nDamn, this might be coward day\nYeah, this might be powder day\nSniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\nEven if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\nBut I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\nNigga, you can shoot us, hey\nAnd I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\nI show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\nAnd we the best, every time we come around\nBoy, they root for us, true\nAnd everybody hate Chris\nBut I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\nTell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n\nFive thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\nGet my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\nShe fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\nShe think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\nPlay with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\nAll I want is that head and that ain't no lie\nNigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\nThese niggas vibe faker than a puppet","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Thugs\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: T.H.U.G.S.\n  duration_ms: 224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\n  Yeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah\n\n  Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky\n  I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n  I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n  She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n  I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n  She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\n  Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n  Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\n  I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\n  Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\n  Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\n  Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\n  I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\n  We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\n  Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\n  Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\n  I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\n  I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\n  I apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands\n  I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\n  Where your bitch at? No, not that one\n  Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\n  Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands\n  On the island, no dressin'\n  I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\n  I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n\n  Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\n  Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\n  Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\n  Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\n  Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs\n  Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\n  Higher than a escalator any day\n  I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\n  But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\n  These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\n  Damn, this might be coward day\n  Yeah, this might be powder day\n  Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\n  Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\n  But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\n  Nigga, you can shoot us, hey\n  And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\n  I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\n  And we the best, every time we come around\n  Boy, they root for us, true\n  And everybody hate Chris\n  But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\n  Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n\n  Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\n  Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\n  She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\n  She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\n  Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\n  All I want is that head and that ain't no lie\n  Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\n  These niggas vibe faker than a puppet\n"},{"id":6263089,"name":"Young Thugs","trackName":"Young Thugs","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"T.H.U.G.S.","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\nYeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah\n\nUh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\nShe got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\nEh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\nEh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\nI'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\nOoh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\nHey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\nQuan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\nI got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\nWe eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\nHannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\nBitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\nI apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\nI apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\nI apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands\nI apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\nWhere your bitch at? No, not that one\nBaby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\nEvery time you see me, I'm a have thousands\nOn the island, no dressin'\nI won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\nI'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n\nEh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\nEh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\nEh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\nEh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\nNow I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs\nNigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\nHigher than a escalator any day\nI'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\nBut I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\nThese niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\nDamn, this might be coward day\nYeah, this might be powder day\nSniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\nEven if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\nBut I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\nNigga, you can shoot us, hey\nAnd I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\nI show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\nAnd we the best, every time we come around\nBoy, they root for us, true\nAnd everybody hate Chris\nBut I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\nTell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n\nFive thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\nGet my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\nShe fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\nShe think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\nPlay with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\nAll I want is that head and that ain't no lie\nNigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\nThese niggas vibe faker than a puppet","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Thugs\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: T.H.U.G.S.\n  duration_ms: 224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\n  Yeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah\n\n  Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky\n  I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n  I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n  She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n  I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n  She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\n  Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n  Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\n  I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\n  Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\n  Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\n  Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\n  I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\n  We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\n  Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\n  Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\n  I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\n  I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\n  I apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands\n  I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\n  Where your bitch at? No, not that one\n  Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\n  Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands\n  On the island, no dressin'\n  I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\n  I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n\n  Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\n  Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\n  Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\n  Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\n  Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs\n  Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\n  Higher than a escalator any day\n  I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\n  But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\n  These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\n  Damn, this might be coward day\n  Yeah, this might be powder day\n  Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\n  Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\n  But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\n  Nigga, you can shoot us, hey\n  And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\n  I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\n  And we the best, every time we come around\n  Boy, they root for us, true\n  And everybody hate Chris\n  But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\n  Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n\n  Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\n  Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\n  She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\n  She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\n  Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\n  All I want is that head and that ain't no lie\n  Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\n  These niggas vibe faker than a puppet\n"},{"id":20748505,"name":"Young Thugs","trackName":"Young Thugs","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"T.H.U.G.S.","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\nYeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah\n\nUh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\nShe got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\nEh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\nEh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\nI'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\nOoh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\nHey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\nQuan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\nI got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\nWe eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\nHannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\nBitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\nI apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\nI apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\nI apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands\nI apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\nWhere your bitch at? No, not that one\nBaby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\nEvery time you see me, I'm a have thousands\nOn the island, no dressin'\nI won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\nI'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n\nEh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\nEh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\nEh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\nEh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\nNow I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs\nNigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\nHigher than a escalator any day\nI'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\nBut I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\nThese niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\nDamn, this might be coward day\nYeah, this might be powder day\nSniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\nEven if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\nBut I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\nNigga, you can shoot us, hey\nAnd I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\nI show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\nAnd we the best, every time we come around\nBoy, they root for us, true\nAnd everybody hate Chris\nBut I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\nTell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n\nFive thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\nGet my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\nShe fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\nShe think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\nPlay with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\nAll I want is that head and that ain't no lie\nNigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\nThese niggas vibe faker than a puppet","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Thugs\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: T.H.U.G.S.\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\n  Yeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah\n\n  Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky\n  I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n  I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n  She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n  I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n  She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\n  Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n  Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\n  I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\n  Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\n  Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\n  Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\n  I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\n  We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\n  Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\n  Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\n  I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\n  I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\n  I apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands\n  I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\n  Where your bitch at? No, not that one\n  Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\n  Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands\n  On the island, no dressin'\n  I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\n  I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n\n  Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\n  Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\n  Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\n  Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\n  Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs\n  Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\n  Higher than a escalator any day\n  I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\n  But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\n  These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\n  Damn, this might be coward day\n  Yeah, this might be powder day\n  Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\n  Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\n  But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\n  Nigga, you can shoot us, hey\n  And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\n  I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\n  And we the best, every time we come around\n  Boy, they root for us, true\n  And everybody hate Chris\n  But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\n  Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n\n  Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\n  Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\n  She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\n  She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\n  Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\n  All I want is that head and that ain't no lie\n  Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\n  These niggas vibe faker than a puppet\n"},{"id":20712824,"name":"Young Thugs","trackName":"Young Thugs","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"T.H.U.G.S.","duration":197.198367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\nYeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah\n\nUh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky\nI'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\nI got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\nShe pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\nI hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\nShe got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\nEh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\nEh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\nI'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\nOoh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\nHey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\nQuan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\nI got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\nWe eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\nHannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\nBitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\nI apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\nI apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\nI apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands\nI apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\nWhere your bitch at? No, not that one\nBaby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\nEvery time you see me, I'm a have thousands\nOn the island, no dressin'\nI won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\nI'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n\nEh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\nEh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\nEh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\nEh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\nNow I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs\nNigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\nHigher than a escalator any day\nI'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\nBut I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\nThese niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\nDamn, this might be coward day\nYeah, this might be powder day\nSniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\nEven if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\nBut I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\nNigga, you can shoot us, hey\nAnd I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\nI show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\nAnd we the best, every time we come around\nBoy, they root for us, true\nAnd everybody hate Chris\nBut I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\nTell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n\nFive thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\nGet my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\nShe fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\nShe think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\nPlay with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\nAll I want is that head and that ain't no lie\nNigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\nThese niggas vibe faker than a puppet","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Thugs\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: T.H.U.G.S.\n  duration_ms: 197198\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in\n  Yeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah\n\n  Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky\n  I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret\n  I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland\n  She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it\n  I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started\n  She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy\n  Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley\n  Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie\n\n  I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race\n  Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say\n  Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)\n  Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day\n  I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake\n  We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?\n  Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake\n  Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late\n  I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan\n  I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran\n  I apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands\n  I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan\n  Where your bitch at? No, not that one\n  Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'\n  Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands\n  On the island, no dressin'\n  I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent\n  I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation\n\n  Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?\n  Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden\n  Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you\n  Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'\n  Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs\n  Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades\n  Higher than a escalator any day\n  I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede\n  But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds\n  These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade\n  Damn, this might be coward day\n  Yeah, this might be powder day\n  Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us\n  Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us\n  But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns\n  Nigga, you can shoot us, hey\n  And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless\n  I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no\n  And we the best, every time we come around\n  Boy, they root for us, true\n  And everybody hate Chris\n  But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah\n  Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us\n\n  Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus\n  Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer\n  She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty\n  She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit\n  Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die\n  All I want is that head and that ain't no lie\n  Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'\n  These niggas vibe faker than a puppet\n"},{"id":29892698,"name":"Me In The Sky (ft. 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text: Thinkin' that the rainy days was over\n  start_ms: 133560\n  end_ms: 135370\n- text: Livin' in the past livin' ghetto fab\n  start_ms: 135370\n  end_ms: 136260\n- text: Never lookin' back\n  start_ms: 136260\n  end_ms: 137120\n- text: But the fact is that I never wen nowhere\n  start_ms: 137120\n  end_ms: 139920\n- text: The truth is me and my own ghetto got a love affiar\n  start_ms: 139920\n  end_ms: 142650\n- text: It's so real things we did my conscience outta here\n  start_ms: 142650\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: I don't care, I deserve everything I earn\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 150980\n- text: Hell yeah, I deserve some pain, I know I hurt\n  start_ms: 150980\n  end_ms: 154650\n- text: Stop talkin' night walkin' real night stalkers\n  start_ms: 154650\n  end_ms: 157390\n- text: Zoners, hungry heard it here first\n  start_ms: 157390\n  end_ms: 161020\n- text: Don't believe me, with wings I'll meet ya\n  start_ms: 161020\n  end_ms: 162880\n- text: Playa, hater, hate\n  start_ms: 162880\n  end_ms: 165530\n- text: They can hate me but they better stay away\n  start_ms: 165530\n  end_ms: 167480\n- text: Or see Krayzie loc' insane\n  start_ms: 167480\n  end_ms: 170150\n- text: So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom\n  start_ms: 170150\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: Way up underneath my feet\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 173870\n- text: '''Cause really I done turned a new leaf'\n  start_ms: 173870\n  end_ms: 175770\n- text: To never ever let the suckas rise or let them bustas kill the high\n  start_ms: 175770\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: '''Cause they jealous in the mind'\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 179360\n- text: They remind me of gravity always grabbin' at me, pullin' me down\n  start_ms: 179360\n  end_ms: 182160\n- text: Bad storm for the flight, keepin' me on the ground\n  start_ms: 182160\n  end_ms: 184950\n- text: Still I rise and when I take off they fall\n  start_ms: 184950\n  end_ms: 186860\n- text: Raise to the ceiling, try and 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end_ms: 225270\n- text: Ain't no women ain't no vessels\n  start_ms: 225270\n  end_ms: 227120\n- text: I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage\n  start_ms: 227120\n  end_ms: 228030\n- text: I will live forever with a serpent on my head\n  start_ms: 228030\n  end_ms: 229820\n- text: Little glory that's my man I'll be damned\n  start_ms: 229820\n  end_ms: 231610\n- text: If I comin' through i'm runnin' with my pistol\n  start_ms: 231610\n  end_ms: 232690\n- text: Weren't for Moses I'ma die but I'ma come back wit' ya\n  start_ms: 232690\n  end_ms: 235310\n- text: That's the way to get ya\n  start_ms: 235310\n  end_ms: 237230\n- text: Picture sinister plots\n  start_ms: 237230\n  end_ms: 238170\n- text: I'm not nigga with no land I imagine\n  start_ms: 238170\n  end_ms: 240050\n- text: A strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes\n  start_ms: 240050\n  end_ms: 241820\n- text: I'm fightin' folk with no hope\n  start_ms: 241820\n  end_ms: 243620\n- text: Earth got me locked now chillin' in the smoke house\n  start_ms: 243620\n  end_ms: 245480\n- text: No doubt, no clout, now we're goin' all out\n  start_ms: 245480\n  end_ms: 246390\n- text: Earthball that's all, never let the devil call\n  start_ms: 246390\n  end_ms: 249100\n- text: Revelations little Biggie nigga so long\n  start_ms: 249100\n  end_ms: 250930\n- text: Metal was so precious I was resurrected, why?\n  start_ms: 250930\n  end_ms: 253760\n- text: Juniors fly to The Creator\n  start_ms: 253760\n  end_ms: 255660\n- text: And my brother be, brother be 'C', throw it up\n  start_ms: 255660\n  end_ms: 257490\n- text: Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what\n  start_ms: 257490\n  end_ms: 259220\n- text: You can you meet me in the sky\n  start_ms: 259220\n  end_ms: 260180\n- text: The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  start_ms: 260180\n  end_ms: 264680\n- text: You can meet me in the sky\n  start_ms: 264680\n  end_ms: 268360\n- text: The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  start_ms: 268360\n  end_ms: 273830\n- text: '''Cause we flyin'' above the haters'\n  start_ms: 273830\n  end_ms: 276530\n- text: They done gave me my wings\n  start_ms: 276530\n  end_ms: 277440\n- text: Let's fly, high, high, high, high\n  start_ms: 277440\n  end_ms: 279270\n- text: They done gave me my wings\n  start_ms: 279270\n  end_ms: 280260\n- text: Let's fly, high, high, high, high\n  start_ms: 280260\n  end_ms: 282990\n- text: They done gave me my wings\n  start_ms: 282990\n  end_ms: 284780\n- text: Let's fly, high, high, high, high\n  start_ms: 284780\n  end_ms: 287430\n- text: They done gave me my wings\n  start_ms: 287430\n  end_ms: 288360\n- text: Let's fly, high\n  start_ms: 288360\n  end_ms: 290200\n- text: You can you meet me in the sky\n  start_ms: 290200\n  end_ms: 292080\n- text: The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  start_ms: 292080\n  end_ms: 296580\n- text: You can meet me in the sky\n  start_ms: 296580\n  end_ms: 300210\n- text: The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  start_ms: 300210\n  end_ms: 305670\n- text: '''Cause we flyin'' above the haters'\n  start_ms: 305670\n  end_ms: 312000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 312000\nplain: |-\n  You can you meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  You can meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  'Cause we flyin' above the haters\n\n  They done gave me my wings\n  Let's fly, high, high, high, high\n  They done gave me my wings\n  Let's fly, high, high, high, high\n\n  They done gave me my wings\n  Lets fly, high, high, high, high\n  They done gave me my wings\n  Lets fly, high, high, high, high\n  'Cause we flyin' above the skyscrapers\n\n  I done made it up the mountain lookin' down on the valley\n  And I'm feelin' I can fly so I dive off the cliff\n  Hear the little kids scream, they don't know I got wings\n  'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams and I hit 'em with the gift\n\n  Say bye bye to them haters\n  No more lies, they can't fade us\n  Why they wanna test, now you rockin' with the best\n  And my whole fam fam is the greatest\n\n  Moves countin' like a calculator evaluate the master\n  Playas operation stack your paper captivatin' money makers\n  Feel the love from above he's an eagle\n  He's a dove, call him Bone's emancipator\n\n  Everybody's a congratulator\n  Come and ride on this elevator\n  Better yet take this escalator\n  Graduate to the new skyscrapers\n\n  When we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with\n  We take it to 'em runnin' nothin' but realness\n  Surely livin' in the life it's for the thrills\n  We went up and over the hill\n  Went through the whole drill\n\n  Haters try to kill with kindness\n  But there's nothin' they can do to the finest\n  Though they won't dare cross over the line for tryin'\n  Y'all know what's gonna happen so they might as well\n  Remain behind us, way behind\n\n  We on the hardcore grind\n  I never take my mission for granted\n  Since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness\n  Better take it in stride\n\n  They don't wanna see us alive\n  But yet we steady creepin', reapin', weepin'\n  Niggas went and got in way too deep in\n  You gotta practice that before you start preachin'\n\n  But ain't no way that they can keep up\n  'Cause we keepin' the heat on it really don't matter\n  Where we can meet up\n\n  You can you meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  You can meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  'Cause we flyin' above the haters\n\n  Nigga had it bad\n  'Cause I never had more than plenty cash\n  Thinkin' that the rainy days was over\n  Livin' in the past livin' ghetto fab\n\n  Never lookin' back\n  But the fact is that I never wen nowhere\n  The truth is me and my own ghetto got a love affiar\n  It's so real things we did my conscience outta here\n\n  I don't care, I deserve everything I earn\n  Hell yeah, I deserve some pain, I know I hurt\n  Stop talkin' night walkin' real night stalkers\n  Zoners, hungry heard it here first\n  Don't believe me, with wings I'll meet ya\n\n  Playa, hater, hate\n  They can hate me but they better stay away\n  Or see Krayzie loc' insane\n  So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom\n  Way up underneath my feet\n\n  'Cause really I done turned a new leaf\n  To never ever let the suckas rise or let them bustas kill the high\n  'Cause they jealous in the mind\n  They remind me of gravity always grabbin' at me, pullin' me down\n\n  Bad storm for the flight, keepin' me on the ground\n  Still I rise and when I take off they fall\n  Raise to the ceiling, try and stay away from the pretender\n  You don't really even get involved\n  We play 'em all from afar in a distance\n\n  You can you meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  You can meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  'Cause we flyin' above the haters\n\n  And when I met him in the sky\n  He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin' the Lord\n  That he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil\n  But I'm comin' with my people ain't no sequel\n  Ain't no women ain't no vessels\n\n  I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage\n  I will live forever with a serpent on my head\n  Little glory that's my man I'll be damned\n  If I comin' through i'm runnin' with my pistol\n\n  Weren't for Moses I'ma die but I'ma come back wit' ya\n  That's the way to get ya\n\n  Picture sinister plots\n  I'm not nigga with no land I imagine\n  A strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes\n  I'm fightin' folk with no hope\n\n  Earth got me locked now chillin' in the smoke house\n  No doubt, no clout, now we're goin' all out\n  Earthball that's all, never let the devil call\n  Revelations little Biggie nigga so long\n\n  Metal was so precious I was resurrected, why?\n  Juniors fly to The Creator\n  And my brother be, brother be 'C', throw it up\n  Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what\n\n  You can you meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  You can meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  'Cause we flyin' above the haters\n\n  They done gave me my wings\n  Let's fly, high, high, high, high\n  They done gave me my wings\n  Let's fly, high, high, high, high\n\n  They done gave me my wings\n  Let's fly, high, high, high, high\n  They done gave me my wings\n  Let's fly, high\n\n  You can you meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  You can meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  'Cause we flyin' above the haters\n"},{"id":18133501,"name":"Meet Me in the Sky (feat. K Young)","trackName":"Meet Me in the Sky (feat. K Young)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Uni5: The World's Enemy","duration":336.117551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Meet Me In The Sky\n\nYou can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\nYou could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n\nThey done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n\nI done made it up the mountain\nlookin' down on the valley,\nand I'm feelin' I can fly,\nso I dive off the cliff.\nHear the little kids scream\nthey don't know I got wings.\n'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\nand I hit 'em with the gift.\nSay 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\nNo more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\nWhy they wanna test?\nNow you rockin' with the best\nand my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\nMoves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\nfeel the love from above,\nhe's an eagle, he's a dove,\ncall him Bone's emancipator!\nEverybody's a congratulator.\nCome and ride on this elevator,\nbetter yet take this escalator.\nGraduate to the new skyscrapers!\n\nWhen we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\nrunnin' nothin' but realness!\nSurely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\nwent through the whole drill!\nHaters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\nThough they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\nWay behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\nBetter take it in stride!\nThey don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\nYou gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\nBut ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n\nNigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\nLivin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\nnever lookin' back!\nBut the fact is that I never went nowhere!\nThe truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\nIt's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\nI don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\nHell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\nStop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\nheard it here first!\nIf you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n\nPlaya hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\nSo if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\nor let them bustas kill the high.\n'Cause they jealous in the mind,\nthey remind me of gravity\nalways grabbin' at me pullin me down.\nPassed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\nStill I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\nRaise to the ceiling,\ntry and stay away from the pretender.\nYou don't really even get involved. (-volved)\nWe play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n\nAnd when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\nThe Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\nBut I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\nI'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\nLittle glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\nWeren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\nThat's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\nI imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\nI'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\nNow chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\nNow we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\nRevelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\nI was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\nAnd my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.24] Meet Me In The Sky\n[00:14.48] You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n[00:21.72] You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n[00:28.25] 'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n[00:32.86] They done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n[00:48.61] I done made it up the mountain\n[00:49.45] lookin' down on the valley,\n[00:50.35] and I'm feelin' I can fly,\n[00:51.23] so I dive off the cliff.\n[00:52.28] Hear the little kids scream\n[00:53.14] they don't know I got wings.\n[00:54.19] 'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\n[00:55.02] and I hit 'em with the gift.\n[00:56.04] Say 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\n[00:57.28] No more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\n[00:59.75] Why they wanna test?\n[01:00.73] Now you rockin' with the best\n[01:01.73] and my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\n[01:03.88] Moves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\n[01:07.85] feel the love from above,\n[01:08.95] he's an eagle, he's a dove,\n[01:09.98] call him Bone's emancipator!\n[01:12.12] Everybody's a congratulator.\n[01:14.01] Come and ride on this elevator,\n[01:15.71] better yet take this escalator.\n[01:17.64] Graduate to the new skyscrapers!\n[01:19.66] When we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\n[01:22.72] runnin' nothin' but realness!\n[01:23.62] Surely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\n[01:26.73] went through the whole drill!\n[01:27.81] Haters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\n[01:30.77] Though they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\n[01:35.22] Way behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\n[01:40.33] Better take it in stride!\n[01:41.23] They don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\n[01:45.68] You gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\n[01:47.75] But ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n[01:49.59] 'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n[02:08.84] Nigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\n[02:11.89] Livin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\n[02:13.67] never lookin' back!\n[02:14.58] But the fact is that I never went nowhere!\n[02:16.08] The truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\n[02:19.00] It's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\n[02:23.33] I don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\n[02:26.97] Hell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\n[02:31.26] Stop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\n[02:34.86] heard it here first!\n[02:36.01] If you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n[02:38.64] Playa hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\n[02:47.22] So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n[02:50.37] 'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\n[02:53.71] or let them bustas kill the high.\n[02:55.05] 'Cause they jealous in the mind,\n[02:56.48] they remind me of gravity\n[02:57.63] always grabbin' at me pullin me down.\n[02:58.89] Passed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\n[03:00.75] Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\n[03:03.36] Raise to the ceiling,\n[03:05.21] try and stay away from the pretender.\n[03:06.58] You don't really even get involved. (-volved)\n[03:07.97] We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n[03:36.09] And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\n[03:38.21] The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\n[03:40.60] But I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\n[03:42.92] I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\n[03:46.39] Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n[03:49.96] Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n[03:52.42] That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n[03:55.83] I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n[03:58.15] I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n[04:00.30] Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n[04:02.61] Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n[04:05.24] Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n[04:09.00] I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n[04:11.64] And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n[05:11.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Meet Me in the Sky (feat. K Young)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: 'Uni5: The World''s Enemy'\n  duration_ms: 336118\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Meet Me In The Sky\n  start_ms: 10240\n  end_ms: 14480\n- text: You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n  start_ms: 14480\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 28250\n- text: '''Cause we can fly above all the haters!'\n  start_ms: 28250\n  end_ms: 32860\n- text: They done give me my wings! 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If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n  start_ms: 226390\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232420\n- text: That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n  start_ms: 232420\n  end_ms: 235830\n- text: I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n  start_ms: 235830\n  end_ms: 238150\n- text: I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n  start_ms: 238150\n  end_ms: 240300\n- text: Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n  start_ms: 240300\n  end_ms: 242610\n- text: Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n  start_ms: 242610\n  end_ms: 245240\n- text: Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n  start_ms: 245240\n  end_ms: 249000\n- text: I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n  start_ms: 249000\n  end_ms: 251640\n- text: And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n  start_ms: 251640\n  end_ms: 311020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 311020\nplain: |-\n  Meet Me In The Sky\n\n  You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n  You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n  'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n\n  They done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n\n  I done made it up the mountain\n  lookin' down on the valley,\n  and I'm feelin' I can fly,\n  so I dive off the cliff.\n  Hear the little kids scream\n  they don't know I got wings.\n  'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\n  and I hit 'em with the gift.\n  Say 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\n  No more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\n  Why they wanna test?\n  Now you rockin' with the best\n  and my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\n  Moves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\n  feel the love from above,\n  he's an eagle, he's a dove,\n  call him Bone's emancipator!\n  Everybody's a congratulator.\n  Come and ride on this elevator,\n  better yet take this escalator.\n  Graduate to the new skyscrapers!\n\n  When we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\n  runnin' nothin' but realness!\n  Surely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\n  went through the whole drill!\n  Haters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\n  Though they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\n  Way behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\n  Better take it in stride!\n  They don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\n  You gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\n  But ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n  'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n\n  Nigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\n  Livin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\n  never lookin' back!\n  But the fact is that I never went nowhere!\n  The truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\n  It's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\n  I don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\n  Hell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\n  Stop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\n  heard it here first!\n  If you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n\n  Playa hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\n  So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n  'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\n  or let them bustas kill the high.\n  'Cause they jealous in the mind,\n  they remind me of gravity\n  always grabbin' at me pullin me down.\n  Passed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\n  Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\n  Raise to the ceiling,\n  try and stay away from the pretender.\n  You don't really even get involved. (-volved)\n  We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n\n  And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\n  The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\n  But I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\n  I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\n  Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n  Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n  That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n  I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n  I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n  Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n  Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n  Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n  I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n  And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n"},{"id":21043671,"name":"Meet Me in the Sky (feat. K Young)","trackName":"Meet Me in the Sky (feat. K Young)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Meet Me In The Sky","duration":336.117551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Meet Me In The Sky\n\nYou can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\nYou could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n\nThey done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n\nI done made it up the mountain\nlookin' down on the valley,\nand I'm feelin' I can fly,\nso I dive off the cliff.\nHear the little kids scream\nthey don't know I got wings.\n'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\nand I hit 'em with the gift.\nSay 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\nNo more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\nWhy they wanna test?\nNow you rockin' with the best\nand my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\nMoves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\nfeel the love from above,\nhe's an eagle, he's a dove,\ncall him Bone's emancipator!\nEverybody's a congratulator.\nCome and ride on this elevator,\nbetter yet take this escalator.\nGraduate to the new skyscrapers!\n\nWhen we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\nrunnin' nothin' but realness!\nSurely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\nwent through the whole drill!\nHaters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\nThough they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\nWay behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\nBetter take it in stride!\nThey don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\nYou gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\nBut ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n\nNigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\nLivin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\nnever lookin' back!\nBut the fact is that I never went nowhere!\nThe truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\nIt's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\nI don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\nHell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\nStop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\nheard it here first!\nIf you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n\nPlaya hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\nSo if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\nor let them bustas kill the high.\n'Cause they jealous in the mind,\nthey remind me of gravity\nalways grabbin' at me pullin me down.\nPassed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\nStill I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\nRaise to the ceiling,\ntry and stay away from the pretender.\nYou don't really even get involved. (-volved)\nWe play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n\nAnd when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\nThe Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\nBut I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\nI'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\nLittle glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\nWeren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\nThat's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\nI imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\nI'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\nNow chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\nNow we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\nRevelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\nI was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\nAnd my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.24] Meet Me In The Sky\n[00:14.48] You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n[00:21.72] You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n[00:28.25] 'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n[00:32.86] They done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n[00:48.61] I done made it up the mountain\n[00:49.45] lookin' down on the valley,\n[00:50.35] and I'm feelin' I can fly,\n[00:51.23] so I dive off the cliff.\n[00:52.28] Hear the little kids scream\n[00:53.14] they don't know I got wings.\n[00:54.19] 'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\n[00:55.02] and I hit 'em with the gift.\n[00:56.04] Say 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\n[00:57.28] No more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\n[00:59.75] Why they wanna test?\n[01:00.73] Now you rockin' with the best\n[01:01.73] and my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\n[01:03.88] Moves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\n[01:07.85] feel the love from above,\n[01:08.95] he's an eagle, he's a dove,\n[01:09.98] call him Bone's emancipator!\n[01:12.12] Everybody's a congratulator.\n[01:14.01] Come and ride on this elevator,\n[01:15.71] better yet take this escalator.\n[01:17.64] Graduate to the new skyscrapers!\n[01:19.66] When we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\n[01:22.72] runnin' nothin' but realness!\n[01:23.62] Surely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\n[01:26.73] went through the whole drill!\n[01:27.81] Haters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\n[01:30.77] Though they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\n[01:35.22] Way behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\n[01:40.33] Better take it in stride!\n[01:41.23] They don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\n[01:45.68] You gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\n[01:47.75] But ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n[01:49.59] 'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n[02:08.84] Nigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\n[02:11.89] Livin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\n[02:13.67] never lookin' back!\n[02:14.58] But the fact is that I never went nowhere!\n[02:16.08] The truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\n[02:19.00] It's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\n[02:23.33] I don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\n[02:26.97] Hell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\n[02:31.26] Stop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\n[02:34.86] heard it here first!\n[02:36.01] If you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n[02:38.64] Playa hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\n[02:47.22] So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n[02:50.37] 'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\n[02:53.71] or let them bustas kill the high.\n[02:55.05] 'Cause they jealous in the mind,\n[02:56.48] they remind me of gravity\n[02:57.63] always grabbin' at me pullin me down.\n[02:58.89] Passed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\n[03:00.75] Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\n[03:03.36] Raise to the ceiling,\n[03:05.21] try and stay away from the pretender.\n[03:06.58] You don't really even get involved. (-volved)\n[03:07.97] We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n[03:36.09] And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\n[03:38.21] The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\n[03:40.60] But I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\n[03:42.92] I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\n[03:46.39] Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n[03:49.96] Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n[03:52.42] That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n[03:55.83] I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n[03:58.15] I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n[04:00.30] Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n[04:02.61] Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n[04:05.24] Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n[04:09.00] I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n[04:11.64] And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n[05:11.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Meet Me in the Sky (feat. K Young)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Meet Me In The Sky\n  duration_ms: 336118\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Meet Me In The Sky\n  start_ms: 10240\n  end_ms: 14480\n- text: You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n  start_ms: 14480\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 28250\n- text: '''Cause we can fly above all the haters!'\n  start_ms: 28250\n  end_ms: 32860\n- text: They done give me my wings! 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If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n  start_ms: 226390\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232420\n- text: That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n  start_ms: 232420\n  end_ms: 235830\n- text: I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n  start_ms: 235830\n  end_ms: 238150\n- text: I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n  start_ms: 238150\n  end_ms: 240300\n- text: Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n  start_ms: 240300\n  end_ms: 242610\n- text: Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n  start_ms: 242610\n  end_ms: 245240\n- text: Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n  start_ms: 245240\n  end_ms: 249000\n- text: I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n  start_ms: 249000\n  end_ms: 251640\n- text: And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n  start_ms: 251640\n  end_ms: 311020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 311020\nplain: |-\n  Meet Me In The Sky\n\n  You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n  You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n  'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n\n  They done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n\n  I done made it up the mountain\n  lookin' down on the valley,\n  and I'm feelin' I can fly,\n  so I dive off the cliff.\n  Hear the little kids scream\n  they don't know I got wings.\n  'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\n  and I hit 'em with the gift.\n  Say 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\n  No more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\n  Why they wanna test?\n  Now you rockin' with the best\n  and my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\n  Moves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\n  feel the love from above,\n  he's an eagle, he's a dove,\n  call him Bone's emancipator!\n  Everybody's a congratulator.\n  Come and ride on this elevator,\n  better yet take this escalator.\n  Graduate to the new skyscrapers!\n\n  When we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\n  runnin' nothin' but realness!\n  Surely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\n  went through the whole drill!\n  Haters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\n  Though they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\n  Way behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\n  Better take it in stride!\n  They don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\n  You gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\n  But ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n  'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n\n  Nigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\n  Livin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\n  never lookin' back!\n  But the fact is that I never went nowhere!\n  The truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\n  It's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\n  I don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\n  Hell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\n  Stop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\n  heard it here first!\n  If you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n\n  Playa hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\n  So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n  'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\n  or let them bustas kill the high.\n  'Cause they jealous in the mind,\n  they remind me of gravity\n  always grabbin' at me pullin me down.\n  Passed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\n  Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\n  Raise to the ceiling,\n  try and stay away from the pretender.\n  You don't really even get involved. (-volved)\n  We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n\n  And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\n  The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\n  But I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\n  I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\n  Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n  Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n  That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n  I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n  I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n  Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n  Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n  Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n  I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n  And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n"},{"id":19058094,"name":"Meet Me In The Sky (Feat. K Young)","trackName":"Meet Me In The Sky (Feat. K Young)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Uni5: The World's Enemy","duration":316.05551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Meet Me In The Sky\n\nYou can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\nYou could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n\nThey done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n\nI done made it up the mountain\nlookin' down on the valley,\nand I'm feelin' I can fly,\nso I dive off the cliff.\nHear the little kids scream\nthey don't know I got wings.\n'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\nand I hit 'em with the gift.\nSay 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\nNo more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\nWhy they wanna test?\nNow you rockin' with the best\nand my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\nMoves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\nfeel the love from above,\nhe's an eagle, he's a dove,\ncall him Bone's emancipator!\nEverybody's a congratulator.\nCome and ride on this elevator,\nbetter yet take this escalator.\nGraduate to the new skyscrapers!\n\nWhen we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\nrunnin' nothin' but realness!\nSurely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\nwent through the whole drill!\nHaters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\nThough they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\nWay behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\nBetter take it in stride!\nThey don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\nYou gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\nBut ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n\nNigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\nLivin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\nnever lookin' back!\nBut the fact is that I never went nowhere!\nThe truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\nIt's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\nI don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\nHell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\nStop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\nheard it here first!\nIf you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n\nPlaya hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\nSo if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\nor let them bustas kill the high.\n'Cause they jealous in the mind,\nthey remind me of gravity\nalways grabbin' at me pullin me down.\nPassed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\nStill I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\nRaise to the ceiling,\ntry and stay away from the pretender.\nYou don't really even get involved. (-volved)\nWe play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n\nAnd when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\nThe Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\nBut I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\nI'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\nLittle glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\nWeren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\nThat's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\nI imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\nI'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\nNow chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\nNow we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\nRevelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\nI was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\nAnd my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.24] Meet Me In The Sky\n[00:14.48] You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n[00:21.72] You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n[00:28.25] 'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n[00:32.86] They done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n[00:48.61] I done made it up the mountain\n[00:49.45] lookin' down on the valley,\n[00:50.35] and I'm feelin' I can fly,\n[00:51.23] so I dive off the cliff.\n[00:52.28] Hear the little kids scream\n[00:53.14] they don't know I got wings.\n[00:54.19] 'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\n[00:55.02] and I hit 'em with the gift.\n[00:56.04] Say 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\n[00:57.28] No more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\n[00:59.75] Why they wanna test?\n[01:00.73] Now you rockin' with the best\n[01:01.73] and my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\n[01:03.88] Moves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\n[01:07.85] feel the love from above,\n[01:08.95] he's an eagle, he's a dove,\n[01:09.98] call him Bone's emancipator!\n[01:12.12] Everybody's a congratulator.\n[01:14.01] Come and ride on this elevator,\n[01:15.71] better yet take this escalator.\n[01:17.64] Graduate to the new skyscrapers!\n[01:19.66] When we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\n[01:22.72] runnin' nothin' but realness!\n[01:23.62] Surely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\n[01:26.73] went through the whole drill!\n[01:27.81] Haters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\n[01:30.77] Though they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\n[01:35.22] Way behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\n[01:40.33] Better take it in stride!\n[01:41.23] They don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\n[01:45.68] You gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\n[01:47.75] But ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n[01:49.59] 'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n[02:08.84] Nigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\n[02:11.89] Livin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\n[02:13.67] never lookin' back!\n[02:14.58] But the fact is that I never went nowhere!\n[02:16.08] The truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\n[02:19.00] It's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\n[02:23.33] I don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\n[02:26.97] Hell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\n[02:31.26] Stop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\n[02:34.86] heard it here first!\n[02:36.01] If you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n[02:38.64] Playa hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\n[02:47.22] So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n[02:50.37] 'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\n[02:53.71] or let them bustas kill the high.\n[02:55.05] 'Cause they jealous in the mind,\n[02:56.48] they remind me of gravity\n[02:57.63] always grabbin' at me pullin me down.\n[02:58.89] Passed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\n[03:00.75] Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\n[03:03.36] Raise to the ceiling,\n[03:05.21] try and stay away from the pretender.\n[03:06.58] You don't really even get involved. (-volved)\n[03:07.97] We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n[03:36.09] And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\n[03:38.21] The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\n[03:40.60] But I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\n[03:42.92] I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\n[03:46.39] Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n[03:49.96] Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n[03:52.42] That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n[03:55.83] I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n[03:58.15] I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n[04:00.30] Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n[04:02.61] Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n[04:05.24] Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n[04:09.00] I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n[04:11.64] And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n[05:11.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Meet Me In The Sky (Feat. K Young)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: 'Uni5: The World''s Enemy'\n  duration_ms: 316056\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Meet Me In The Sky\n  start_ms: 10240\n  end_ms: 14480\n- text: You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n  start_ms: 14480\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 28250\n- text: '''Cause we can fly above all the haters!'\n  start_ms: 28250\n  end_ms: 32860\n- text: They done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n  start_ms: 32860\n  end_ms: 48610\n- text: I done made it up the mountain\n  start_ms: 48610\n  end_ms: 49450\n- text: lookin' down on the valley,\n  start_ms: 49450\n  end_ms: 50350\n- text: and I'm feelin' I can fly,\n  start_ms: 50350\n  end_ms: 51230\n- text: so I dive off the cliff.\n  start_ms: 51230\n  end_ms: 52280\n- text: Hear the little kids scream\n  start_ms: 52280\n  end_ms: 53140\n- text: they don't know I got wings.\n  start_ms: 53140\n  end_ms: 54190\n- text: '''Til I sprinkle them with the dreams'\n  start_ms: 54190\n  end_ms: 55020\n- text: and I hit 'em with the gift.\n  start_ms: 55020\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Say 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 57280\n- text: No more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\n  start_ms: 57280\n  end_ms: 59750\n- text: Why they wanna test?\n  start_ms: 59750\n  end_ms: 60730\n- text: Now you rockin' with the best\n  start_ms: 60730\n  end_ms: 61730\n- text: and my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\n  start_ms: 61730\n  end_ms: 63880\n- text: 'Moves countin'' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. 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I know I hurt!\n  start_ms: 146970\n  end_ms: 151260\n- text: Stop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\n  start_ms: 151260\n  end_ms: 154860\n- text: heard it here first!\n  start_ms: 154860\n  end_ms: 156010\n- text: If you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n  start_ms: 156010\n  end_ms: 158640\n- text: Playa hater hate! 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(they fall, they fall)\n  start_ms: 180750\n  end_ms: 183360\n- text: Raise to the ceiling,\n  start_ms: 183360\n  end_ms: 185210\n- text: try and stay away from the pretender.\n  start_ms: 185210\n  end_ms: 186580\n- text: You don't really even get involved. (-volved)\n  start_ms: 186580\n  end_ms: 187970\n- text: We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n  start_ms: 187970\n  end_ms: 216090\n- text: And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\n  start_ms: 216090\n  end_ms: 218210\n- text: The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\n  start_ms: 218210\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: But I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222920\n- text: I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\n  start_ms: 222920\n  end_ms: 226390\n- text: Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n  start_ms: 226390\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232420\n- text: That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n  start_ms: 232420\n  end_ms: 235830\n- text: I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n  start_ms: 235830\n  end_ms: 238150\n- text: I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n  start_ms: 238150\n  end_ms: 240300\n- text: Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n  start_ms: 240300\n  end_ms: 242610\n- text: Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n  start_ms: 242610\n  end_ms: 245240\n- text: Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n  start_ms: 245240\n  end_ms: 249000\n- text: I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n  start_ms: 249000\n  end_ms: 251640\n- text: And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n  start_ms: 251640\n  end_ms: 311020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 311020\nplain: |-\n  Meet Me In The Sky\n\n  You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n  You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n  'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n\n  They done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n\n  I done made it up the mountain\n  lookin' down on the valley,\n  and I'm feelin' I can fly,\n  so I dive off the cliff.\n  Hear the little kids scream\n  they don't know I got wings.\n  'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\n  and I hit 'em with the gift.\n  Say 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\n  No more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\n  Why they wanna test?\n  Now you rockin' with the best\n  and my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\n  Moves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\n  feel the love from above,\n  he's an eagle, he's a dove,\n  call him Bone's emancipator!\n  Everybody's a congratulator.\n  Come and ride on this elevator,\n  better yet take this escalator.\n  Graduate to the new skyscrapers!\n\n  When we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\n  runnin' nothin' but realness!\n  Surely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\n  went through the whole drill!\n  Haters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\n  Though they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\n  Way behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\n  Better take it in stride!\n  They don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\n  You gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\n  But ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n  'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n\n  Nigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\n  Livin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\n  never lookin' back!\n  But the fact is that I never went nowhere!\n  The truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\n  It's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\n  I don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\n  Hell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\n  Stop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\n  heard it here first!\n  If you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n\n  Playa hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\n  So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n  'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\n  or let them bustas kill the high.\n  'Cause they jealous in the mind,\n  they remind me of gravity\n  always grabbin' at me pullin me down.\n  Passed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\n  Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\n  Raise to the ceiling,\n  try and stay away from the pretender.\n  You don't really even get involved. (-volved)\n  We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n\n  And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\n  The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\n  But I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\n  I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\n  Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n  Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n  That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n  I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n  I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n  Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n  Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n  Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n  I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n  And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n"},{"id":22462320,"name":"Meet Me in the Sky (feat. K-Young)","trackName":"Meet Me in the Sky (feat. K-Young)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Uni-5: The World's Enemy","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Meet Me In The Sky\n\nYou can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\nYou could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n\nThey done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n\nI done made it up the mountain\nlookin' down on the valley,\nand I'm feelin' I can fly,\nso I dive off the cliff.\nHear the little kids scream\nthey don't know I got wings.\n'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\nand I hit 'em with the gift.\nSay 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\nNo more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\nWhy they wanna test?\nNow you rockin' with the best\nand my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\nMoves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\nfeel the love from above,\nhe's an eagle, he's a dove,\ncall him Bone's emancipator!\nEverybody's a congratulator.\nCome and ride on this elevator,\nbetter yet take this escalator.\nGraduate to the new skyscrapers!\n\nWhen we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\nrunnin' nothin' but realness!\nSurely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\nwent through the whole drill!\nHaters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\nThough they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\nWay behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\nBetter take it in stride!\nThey don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\nYou gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\nBut ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n\nNigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\nLivin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\nnever lookin' back!\nBut the fact is that I never went nowhere!\nThe truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\nIt's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\nI don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\nHell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\nStop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\nheard it here first!\nIf you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n\nPlaya hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\nSo if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\nor let them bustas kill the high.\n'Cause they jealous in the mind,\nthey remind me of gravity\nalways grabbin' at me pullin me down.\nPassed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\nStill I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\nRaise to the ceiling,\ntry and stay away from the pretender.\nYou don't really even get involved. (-volved)\nWe play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n\nAnd when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\nThe Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\nBut I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\nI'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\nLittle glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\nWeren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\nThat's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\nI imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\nI'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\nNow chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\nNow we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\nRevelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\nI was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\nAnd my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.24] Meet Me In The Sky\n[00:14.48] You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n[00:21.72] You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n[00:28.25] 'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n[00:32.86] They done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n[00:48.61] I done made it up the mountain\n[00:49.45] lookin' down on the valley,\n[00:50.35] and I'm feelin' I can fly,\n[00:51.23] so I dive off the cliff.\n[00:52.28] Hear the little kids scream\n[00:53.14] they don't know I got wings.\n[00:54.19] 'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\n[00:55.02] and I hit 'em with the gift.\n[00:56.04] Say 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\n[00:57.28] No more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\n[00:59.75] Why they wanna test?\n[01:00.73] Now you rockin' with the best\n[01:01.73] and my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\n[01:03.88] Moves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\n[01:07.85] feel the love from above,\n[01:08.95] he's an eagle, he's a dove,\n[01:09.98] call him Bone's emancipator!\n[01:12.12] Everybody's a congratulator.\n[01:14.01] Come and ride on this elevator,\n[01:15.71] better yet take this escalator.\n[01:17.64] Graduate to the new skyscrapers!\n[01:19.66] When we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\n[01:22.72] runnin' nothin' but realness!\n[01:23.62] Surely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\n[01:26.73] went through the whole drill!\n[01:27.81] Haters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\n[01:30.77] Though they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\n[01:35.22] Way behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\n[01:40.33] Better take it in stride!\n[01:41.23] They don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\n[01:45.68] You gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\n[01:47.75] But ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n[01:49.59] 'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n[02:08.84] Nigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\n[02:11.89] Livin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\n[02:13.67] never lookin' back!\n[02:14.58] But the fact is that I never went nowhere!\n[02:16.08] The truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\n[02:19.00] It's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\n[02:23.33] I don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\n[02:26.97] Hell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\n[02:31.26] Stop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\n[02:34.86] heard it here first!\n[02:36.01] If you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n[02:38.64] Playa hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\n[02:47.22] So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n[02:50.37] 'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\n[02:53.71] or let them bustas kill the high.\n[02:55.05] 'Cause they jealous in the mind,\n[02:56.48] they remind me of gravity\n[02:57.63] always grabbin' at me pullin me down.\n[02:58.89] Passed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\n[03:00.75] Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\n[03:03.36] Raise to the ceiling,\n[03:05.21] try and stay away from the pretender.\n[03:06.58] You don't really even get involved. (-volved)\n[03:07.97] We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n[03:36.09] And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\n[03:38.21] The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\n[03:40.60] But I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\n[03:42.92] I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\n[03:46.39] Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n[03:49.96] Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n[03:52.42] That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n[03:55.83] I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n[03:58.15] I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n[04:00.30] Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n[04:02.61] Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n[04:05.24] Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n[04:09.00] I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n[04:11.64] And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n[05:11.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Meet Me in the Sky (feat. K-Young)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: 'Uni-5: The World''s Enemy'\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Meet Me In The Sky\n  start_ms: 10240\n  end_ms: 14480\n- text: You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n  start_ms: 14480\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 28250\n- text: '''Cause we can fly above all the haters!'\n  start_ms: 28250\n  end_ms: 32860\n- text: They done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n  start_ms: 32860\n  end_ms: 48610\n- text: I done made it up the mountain\n  start_ms: 48610\n  end_ms: 49450\n- text: lookin' down on the valley,\n  start_ms: 49450\n  end_ms: 50350\n- text: and I'm feelin' I can fly,\n  start_ms: 50350\n  end_ms: 51230\n- text: so I dive off the cliff.\n  start_ms: 51230\n  end_ms: 52280\n- text: Hear the little kids scream\n  start_ms: 52280\n  end_ms: 53140\n- text: they don't know I got wings.\n  start_ms: 53140\n  end_ms: 54190\n- text: '''Til I sprinkle them with the dreams'\n  start_ms: 54190\n  end_ms: 55020\n- text: and I hit 'em with the gift.\n  start_ms: 55020\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Say 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 57280\n- text: No more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\n  start_ms: 57280\n  end_ms: 59750\n- text: Why they wanna test?\n  start_ms: 59750\n  end_ms: 60730\n- text: Now you rockin' with the best\n  start_ms: 60730\n  end_ms: 61730\n- text: and my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\n  start_ms: 61730\n  end_ms: 63880\n- text: 'Moves countin'' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. 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(preachin')\n  start_ms: 105680\n  end_ms: 107750\n- text: But ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n  start_ms: 107750\n  end_ms: 109590\n- text: '''Cause we keepin'' the heat on. It really don''t matter where we can meet up!'\n  start_ms: 109590\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: Nigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131890\n- text: Livin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\n  start_ms: 131890\n  end_ms: 133670\n- text: never lookin' back!\n  start_ms: 133670\n  end_ms: 134580\n- text: But the fact is that I never went nowhere!\n  start_ms: 134580\n  end_ms: 136080\n- text: The truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\n  start_ms: 136080\n  end_ms: 139000\n- text: It's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\n  start_ms: 139000\n  end_ms: 143330\n- text: I don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\n  start_ms: 143330\n  end_ms: 146970\n- text: Hell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\n  start_ms: 146970\n  end_ms: 151260\n- text: Stop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\n  start_ms: 151260\n  end_ms: 154860\n- text: heard it here first!\n  start_ms: 154860\n  end_ms: 156010\n- text: If you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n  start_ms: 156010\n  end_ms: 158640\n- text: Playa hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\n  start_ms: 158640\n  end_ms: 167220\n- text: So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n  start_ms: 167220\n  end_ms: 170370\n- text: '''Cause really I''ve been turnin'' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,'\n  start_ms: 170370\n  end_ms: 173710\n- text: or let them bustas kill the high.\n  start_ms: 173710\n  end_ms: 175050\n- text: '''Cause they jealous in the mind,'\n  start_ms: 175050\n  end_ms: 176480\n- text: they remind me of gravity\n  start_ms: 176480\n  end_ms: 177630\n- text: always grabbin' at me pullin me down.\n  start_ms: 177630\n  end_ms: 178890\n- text: Passed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\n  start_ms: 178890\n  end_ms: 180750\n- text: Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\n  start_ms: 180750\n  end_ms: 183360\n- text: Raise to the ceiling,\n  start_ms: 183360\n  end_ms: 185210\n- text: try and stay away from the pretender.\n  start_ms: 185210\n  end_ms: 186580\n- text: You don't really even get involved. (-volved)\n  start_ms: 186580\n  end_ms: 187970\n- text: We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n  start_ms: 187970\n  end_ms: 216090\n- text: And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\n  start_ms: 216090\n  end_ms: 218210\n- text: The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\n  start_ms: 218210\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: But I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222920\n- text: I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\n  start_ms: 222920\n  end_ms: 226390\n- text: Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n  start_ms: 226390\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232420\n- text: That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n  start_ms: 232420\n  end_ms: 235830\n- text: I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n  start_ms: 235830\n  end_ms: 238150\n- text: I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n  start_ms: 238150\n  end_ms: 240300\n- text: Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n  start_ms: 240300\n  end_ms: 242610\n- text: Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n  start_ms: 242610\n  end_ms: 245240\n- text: Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n  start_ms: 245240\n  end_ms: 249000\n- text: I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n  start_ms: 249000\n  end_ms: 251640\n- text: And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n  start_ms: 251640\n  end_ms: 311020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 311020\nplain: |-\n  Meet Me In The Sky\n\n  You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n  You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n  'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n\n  They done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n\n  I done made it up the mountain\n  lookin' down on the valley,\n  and I'm feelin' I can fly,\n  so I dive off the cliff.\n  Hear the little kids scream\n  they don't know I got wings.\n  'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\n  and I hit 'em with the gift.\n  Say 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\n  No more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\n  Why they wanna test?\n  Now you rockin' with the best\n  and my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\n  Moves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\n  feel the love from above,\n  he's an eagle, he's a dove,\n  call him Bone's emancipator!\n  Everybody's a congratulator.\n  Come and ride on this elevator,\n  better yet take this escalator.\n  Graduate to the new skyscrapers!\n\n  When we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\n  runnin' nothin' but realness!\n  Surely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\n  went through the whole drill!\n  Haters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\n  Though they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\n  Way behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\n  Better take it in stride!\n  They don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\n  You gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\n  But ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n  'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n\n  Nigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\n  Livin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\n  never lookin' back!\n  But the fact is that I never went nowhere!\n  The truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\n  It's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\n  I don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\n  Hell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\n  Stop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\n  heard it here first!\n  If you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n\n  Playa hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\n  So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n  'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\n  or let them bustas kill the high.\n  'Cause they jealous in the mind,\n  they remind me of gravity\n  always grabbin' at me pullin me down.\n  Passed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\n  Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\n  Raise to the ceiling,\n  try and stay away from the pretender.\n  You don't really even get involved. (-volved)\n  We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n\n  And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\n  The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\n  But I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\n  I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\n  Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n  Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n  That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n  I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n  I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n  Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n  Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n  Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n  I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n  And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! 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grind\nI never take my mission for granted\nSince I'm cool they go and take it for weakness\nBetter take it in stride\n\nThey don't wanna see us alive\nBut yet we steady creepin', reapin', weepin'\nNiggas went and got in way too deep in\nYou gotta practice that before you start preachin'\n\nBut ain't no way that they can keep up\n'Cause we keepin' the heat on it really don't matter\nWhere we can meet up\n\nYou can you meet me in the sky\nThe sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\nYou can meet me in the sky\nThe sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n'Cause we flyin' above the haters\n\nNigga had it bad\n'Cause I never had more than plenty cash\nThinkin' that the rainy days was over\nLivin' in the past livin' ghetto fab\n\nNever lookin' back\nBut the fact is that I never wen nowhere\nThe truth is me and my own ghetto got a love affiar\nIt's so real things we did my conscience outta here\n\nI don't care, I deserve everything I earn\nHell yeah, I deserve some pain, I know I hurt\nStop talkin' night 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Playa, hater, hate\n[02:45.53] They can hate me but they better stay away\n[02:47.48] Or see Krayzie loc' insane\n[02:50.15] So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom\n[02:51.93] Way up underneath my feet\n[02:53.87] 'Cause really I done turned a new leaf\n[02:55.77] To never ever let the suckas rise or let them bustas kill the high\n[02:58.45] 'Cause they jealous in the mind\n[02:59.36] They remind me of gravity always grabbin' at me, pullin' me down\n[03:02.16] Bad storm for the flight, keepin' me on the ground\n[03:04.95] Still I rise and when I take off they fall\n[03:06.86] Raise to the ceiling, try and stay away from the pretender\n[03:10.52] You don't really even get involved\n[03:12.39] We play 'em all from afar in a distance\n[03:13.23] You can you meet me in the sky\n[03:16.05] The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n[03:20.64] You can meet me in the sky\n[03:23.48] The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n[03:27.93] 'Cause we flyin' above the haters\n[03:38.92] And 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never take my mission for granted\n  Since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness\n  Better take it in stride\n\n  They don't wanna see us alive\n  But yet we steady creepin', reapin', weepin'\n  Niggas went and got in way too deep in\n  You gotta practice that before you start preachin'\n\n  But ain't no way that they can keep up\n  'Cause we keepin' the heat on it really don't matter\n  Where we can meet up\n\n  You can you meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  You can meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  'Cause we flyin' above the haters\n\n  Nigga had it bad\n  'Cause I never had more than plenty cash\n  Thinkin' that the rainy days was over\n  Livin' in the past livin' ghetto fab\n\n  Never lookin' back\n  But the fact is that I never wen nowhere\n  The truth is me and my own ghetto got a love affiar\n  It's so real things we did my conscience outta here\n\n  I don't care, I deserve everything I earn\n  Hell yeah, I deserve some pain, I know I hurt\n  Stop talkin' night walkin' real night stalkers\n  Zoners, hungry heard it here first\n  Don't believe me, with wings I'll meet ya\n\n  Playa, hater, hate\n  They can hate me but they better stay away\n  Or see Krayzie loc' insane\n  So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom\n  Way up underneath my feet\n\n  'Cause really I done turned a new leaf\n  To never ever let the suckas rise or let them bustas kill the high\n  'Cause they jealous in the mind\n  They remind me of gravity always grabbin' at me, pullin' me down\n\n  Bad storm for the flight, keepin' me on the ground\n  Still I rise and when I take off they fall\n  Raise to the ceiling, try and stay away from the pretender\n  You don't really even get involved\n  We play 'em all from afar in a distance\n\n  You can you meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  You can meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  'Cause we flyin' above the haters\n\n  And when I met him in the sky\n  He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin' the Lord\n  That he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil\n  But I'm comin' with my people ain't no sequel\n  Ain't no women ain't no vessels\n\n  I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage\n  I will live forever with a serpent on my head\n  Little glory that's my man I'll be damned\n  If I comin' through i'm runnin' with my pistol\n\n  Weren't for Moses I'ma die but I'ma come back wit' ya\n  That's the way to get ya\n\n  Picture sinister plots\n  I'm not nigga with no land I imagine\n  A strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes\n  I'm fightin' folk with no hope\n\n  Earth got me locked now chillin' in the smoke house\n  No doubt, no clout, now we're goin' all out\n  Earthball that's all, never let the devil call\n  Revelations little Biggie nigga so long\n\n  Metal was so precious I was resurrected, why?\n  Juniors fly to The Creator\n  And my brother be, brother be 'C', throw it up\n  Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what\n\n  You can you meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  You can meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  'Cause we flyin' above the haters\n\n  They done gave me my wings\n  Let's fly, high, high, high, high\n  They done gave me my wings\n  Let's fly, high, high, high, high\n\n  They done gave me my wings\n  Let's fly, high, high, high, high\n  They done gave me my wings\n  Let's fly, high\n\n  You can you meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  You can meet me in the sky\n  The sky, the sky, the sky, the sky\n  'Cause we flyin' above the haters\n"},{"id":4818467,"name":"Meet Me In The Sky","trackName":"Meet Me In The Sky","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony feat. 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Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\nFeel the love from above,\nHe's an eagle, he's a dove,\nCall him Bone's emancipator!\nEverybody's a congratulator.\nCome and ride on this elevator,\nBetter yet take this escalator.\nGraduate to the new skyscrapers!\n\nWhen we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\nRunnin' nothin' but realness!\nSurely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\nWent through the whole drill!\nHaters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\nThough they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\nWay behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\nBetter take it in stride!\nThey don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\nYou gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\nBut ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n\nNigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\nLivin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\nNever lookin' back!\nBut the fact is that I never went nowhere!\nThe truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\nIt's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\nI don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\nHell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\nStop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\nHeard it here first!\nIf you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n\nPlaya hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\nSo if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\nOr let them bustas kill the high.\n'Cause they jealous in the mind,\nThey remind me of gravity\nAlways grabbin' at me pullin me down.\nPassed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\nStill I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\nRaise to the ceiling,\nTry and stay away from the pretender.\nYou don't really even get involved. (-volved)\nWe play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n\nAnd when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\nThe Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\nBut I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\nI'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\nLittle glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\nWeren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\nThat's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\nI imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\nI'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\nNow chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\nNow we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\nRevelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\nI was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\nAnd my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.24] Meet Me In The Sky\n[00:14.48] You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n[00:21.72] You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n[00:28.25] 'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n[00:32.86] They done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n[00:48.61] I done made it up the mountain\n[00:49.45] Lookin' down on the valley,\n[00:50.35] And I'm feelin' I can fly,\n[00:51.23] So I dive off the cliff.\n[00:52.28] Hear the little kids scream\n[00:53.14] They don't know I got wings.\n[00:54.19] 'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\n[00:55.02] And I hit 'em with the gift.\n[00:56.04] Say 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\n[00:57.28] No more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\n[00:59.75] Why they wanna test?\n[01:00.73] Now you rockin' with the best\n[01:01.73] And my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\n[01:03.88] Moves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\n[01:07.85] Feel the love from above,\n[01:08.95] He's an eagle, he's a dove,\n[01:09.98] Call him Bone's emancipator!\n[01:12.12] Everybody's a congratulator.\n[01:14.01] Come and ride on this elevator,\n[01:15.71] Better yet take this escalator.\n[01:17.64] Graduate to the new skyscrapers!\n[01:19.66] When we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\n[01:22.72] Runnin' nothin' but realness!\n[01:23.62] Surely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\n[01:26.73] Went through the whole drill!\n[01:27.81] Haters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\n[01:30.77] Though they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\n[01:35.22] Way behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\n[01:40.33] Better take it in stride!\n[01:41.23] They don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\n[01:45.68] You gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\n[01:47.75] But ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n[01:49.59] 'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n[02:08.84] Nigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\n[02:11.89] Livin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\n[02:13.67] Never lookin' back!\n[02:14.58] But the fact is that I never went nowhere!\n[02:16.08] The truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\n[02:19.00] It's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\n[02:23.33] I don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\n[02:26.97] Hell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\n[02:31.26] Stop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\n[02:34.86] Heard it here first!\n[02:36.01] If you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n[02:38.64] Playa hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\n[02:47.22] So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n[02:50.37] 'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\n[02:53.71] Or let them bustas kill the high.\n[02:55.05] 'Cause they jealous in the mind,\n[02:56.48] They remind me of gravity\n[02:57.63] Always grabbin' at me pullin me down.\n[02:58.89] Passed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\n[03:00.75] Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\n[03:03.36] Raise to the ceiling,\n[03:05.21] Try and stay away from the pretender.\n[03:06.58] You don't really even get involved. (-volved)\n[03:07.97] We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n[03:36.09] And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\n[03:38.21] The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\n[03:40.60] But I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\n[03:42.92] I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\n[03:46.39] Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n[03:49.96] Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n[03:52.42] That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n[03:55.83] I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n[03:58.15] I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n[04:00.30] Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n[04:02.61] Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n[04:05.24] Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n[04:09.00] I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n[04:11.64] And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n[05:11.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Meet Me In The Sky\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony feat. K-Young\n  album: 'Uni5: The World''s Enemy'\n  duration_ms: 336000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Meet Me In The Sky\n  start_ms: 10240\n  end_ms: 14480\n- text: You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n  start_ms: 14480\n  end_ms: 21720\n- text: You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n  start_ms: 21720\n  end_ms: 28250\n- text: '''Cause we can fly above all the haters!'\n  start_ms: 28250\n  end_ms: 32860\n- text: They done give me my wings! 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(they fall, they fall)\n  start_ms: 180750\n  end_ms: 183360\n- text: Raise to the ceiling,\n  start_ms: 183360\n  end_ms: 185210\n- text: Try and stay away from the pretender.\n  start_ms: 185210\n  end_ms: 186580\n- text: You don't really even get involved. (-volved)\n  start_ms: 186580\n  end_ms: 187970\n- text: We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n  start_ms: 187970\n  end_ms: 216090\n- text: And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\n  start_ms: 216090\n  end_ms: 218210\n- text: The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\n  start_ms: 218210\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: But I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222920\n- text: I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\n  start_ms: 222920\n  end_ms: 226390\n- text: Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n  start_ms: 226390\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232420\n- text: That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n  start_ms: 232420\n  end_ms: 235830\n- text: I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n  start_ms: 235830\n  end_ms: 238150\n- text: I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n  start_ms: 238150\n  end_ms: 240300\n- text: Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n  start_ms: 240300\n  end_ms: 242610\n- text: Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n  start_ms: 242610\n  end_ms: 245240\n- text: Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n  start_ms: 245240\n  end_ms: 249000\n- text: I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n  start_ms: 249000\n  end_ms: 251640\n- text: And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n  start_ms: 251640\n  end_ms: 311020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 311020\nplain: |-\n  Meet Me In The Sky\n\n  You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky!\n  You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky.\n  'Cause we can fly above all the haters!\n\n  They done give me my wings! Let's fly, high, high, high, high!\n\n  I done made it up the mountain\n  Lookin' down on the valley,\n  And I'm feelin' I can fly,\n  So I dive off the cliff.\n  Hear the little kids scream\n  They don't know I got wings.\n  'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams\n  And I hit 'em with the gift.\n  Say 'Bye bye' to them haters, haters.\n  No more lies . they can't fade us, fade us!\n  Why they wanna test?\n  Now you rockin' with the best\n  And my whole fan fam' is the greatest, greatest.\n  Moves countin' like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: 'Stack Your Paper Captivatin' money makers\n  Feel the love from above,\n  He's an eagle, he's a dove,\n  Call him Bone's emancipator!\n  Everybody's a congratulator.\n  Come and ride on this elevator,\n  Better yet take this escalator.\n  Graduate to the new skyscrapers!\n\n  When we put 'em on a level that's if you can deal with! We take it to 'em\n  Runnin' nothin' but realness!\n  Surely livin' in the life, it's for the thrills. We went up and over the hill,\n  Went through the whole drill!\n  Haters try to kill with kindness, when there's nothin' they can do to to the finest.\n  Though they won't dare cross over the line, for tryin', y'all know what's gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us.\n  Way behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since I'm cool they go and take it for weakness.\n  Better take it in stride!\n  They don't wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin', reapin', weepin', niggas went and got in way too deep in (deep in).\n  You gotta practice that before you start preachin'. (preachin')\n  But ain't no way that they can keep up (keep up)\n  'Cause we keepin' the heat on. It really don't matter where we can meet up!\n\n  Nigga had it bad, cause I never had (...), thought the rainy days was over!\n  Livin' in the past, livin' ghetto fab',\n  Never lookin' back!\n  But the fact is that I never went nowhere!\n  The truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair)\n  It's so real, things we did, my conscious outta here.\n  I don't care, I deserve everything I earn.\n  Hell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt!\n  Stop talkin'! Night-walkin' real night stalkers, zoners, hungry,\n  Heard it here first!\n  If you don't believe me, with wings I'll lead you!\n\n  Playa hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane!\n  So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet.\n  'Cause really I've been turnin' them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise,\n  Or let them bustas kill the high.\n  'Cause they jealous in the mind,\n  They remind me of gravity\n  Always grabbin' at me pullin me down.\n  Passed on for the flight, keepin' me on the ground.\n  Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall)\n  Raise to the ceiling,\n  Try and stay away from the pretender.\n  You don't really even get involved. (-volved)\n  We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)\n\n  And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin'\n  The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil.\n  But I'm comin' with my people. Ain't no sequel, ain't no women, ain't no vessals.\n  I'ma settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head.\n  Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin' through, I'm runnin' with my pistol.\n  Weren't for Moses, I'ma die but I'ma come back with y'all (with y'all, with y'all)\n  That's the way to get y'all. Picture sinister plots! I'm not 'nigga with no land.'\n  I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes.\n  I'm fightin' folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed!\n  Now chillin' in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout!\n  Now we're goin' all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call.\n  Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious.\n  I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creat or.\n  And my brother be, brother be 'C'. Throw it up! Uncle 'L' comin' straight from the sky, what!\n"}]