[{"id":31718967,"name":"Gangsta Shlida","trackName":"Gangsta Shlida","artistName":"Brotha Lynch Hung","albumName":"Fahrenheit Collectibles, Brotha Lynch Hung and First D.E.","duration":328.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"More gangsta than you done ever seen in your lifetime\nOff this admiral of the purple yurples\nCorrection, money's on this tape, you know?\nBased on the fact I slept in this motherfucker last night, you know?\nSo if you feelin' this, go ahead and groove with it\n\nAin't got no slave, ain't got no free wheels\n\nBut I'll run your ass over and nobody will tell\n\nNiggas, hoes, and fans alike\nHaters talk shit, bumpin' D.E. at night\nD.E. still through the ghetto like a nigga s'posed\nThen hit yo's, skirts takin' off their garments\nI slide through yo', through yo' town stealin' the yams\nThen give 'em stamps, put 'em in me camps\nThem hate niggas are shit when D.E. in town\n\nThem hood niggas are shit when D.E. not 'round\nOG black nigga sweepin' local humans\nSlip game that invest in Fahrenheit fumes\n\nD.E. on the boulevard, you best make moves\nGot tested by a two-ton shrooms\nAnd delivered bruising, we hittin' corners like dope\nBlack six-four, what they hittin' for? Um\n\nBless the cop that's in the hood, want do some good\nIn the community like a nigga should\nBut fuck the cop that never got no respect\nGot a shield, now hella lies you shoot direct\nD.E. the underdog in this motherfucker rap shit\nThey said I'd never make it, but now you bumpin' this\nSmack dab on the scene, girlies scream D.E\n\nLike a true hoe gigolo should be\n\nGangsta Sly, you're always up against me\nGangsta Sly, like a true hoe gigolo should be\nGangsta Sly, you're everybody's enemy\nGangsta Sly, like a sucka nigga never could-could be\n\nWe smoke big, plottin' six fig\nThat Fahrenheit thang make them head rang\n\nBenedictus, not a nigga could\nI'm back, steppin' out the 'Lac in all black\nLike the old school khaki's crease, the concrete beast\n\nKnockin' out piece, reachin' these feats\n\nStill wearin' cleats, night owl, we creeps\n\nStrappin' up sheets, breathin' tight beats\nI'm on a coaster ride that's lastin' hella long\nYoung bitties lust D.E. when I bust these songs\nIt's really kinda scary, nigga can't get married\n\n'Cause I own bitties 'cross the nation, age and race vary\nI ain't Jermaine motherfucker Dupri\nThis rap shit wasn't handed to me by daddy\nI'm in the alleys and gutters, hittin' them up on shlangs\n\nFrom Cali to Ruckers, slang yo' gangbang\n9:30 PM, I'm beatin' fuck niggas for record dissin'\n10:15, I'm on stage with a golden glisten\n11:50, Been chose by a vixen\nMonths later, they bumpin' D.E. try spittin'\nI'm on the road gainin' hella exposh'\nThen back to the town on my toes dealin' with foes\nStrapped to the nose, that's how it goes in the city\nLike a true hoe gigolo should be\n\nGangsta Sly, you're always up against me\nGangsta Sly, like a true hoe gigolo should be\nGangsta Sly, you're everybody's enemy\nGangsta Sly, like a sucka nigga never could-could be\n\nShout outs like this\nGangsta Sly from the mad-ass M gang\nIn the pen dealin' with murder charges, stay up\nAnnabelle doin' time in the Cruz\nI done got your letters, but I ain't you, but now\nNow you on my record, stay up\n\nHomie Andre doin' a minute in Martinez\nYou be out in a sec, stay up\nMe, I'm 1st Degree the D.E\nRapper, producer, CEO, provider of the shlangs\nHim, he's Brotha Lynch Hung\nRapper, producer, CEO, provider of the sick\nGangsta Slyers\n\nWakes up like three in the mornin'\nAnd take a nigga out quick like he ain't important, right\nJust before the sunrise, somebody's son dies\nI left his brains and his body parts all on the porch\nAnd chucked the thang in the river, left his baby an orphan\nMix him and his baby mama up in the meat\n\nPork and slow heat him\nI'm the sickest nigga out, real providin' the sickness\n'Cause it's really been the drought still\nMurder came with smiles, shootin' people was no deal\nLike apocalypse pit, make dinner out of roadkill\n\nDon't make me peel a nigga's cap back\nWork straight, murk a nigga and give him his hat afterwards\n\nIt must be Fourth of July, look at all those fireworks\nLook at all that technology and look at all them fireworks\nI'm insane in the membrane, if a damn thang don't change\nI'll do a Kurt Cobain, it's no thang\nBlow a nigga up like propane, nose tangles\nGet hanged and strangled with fishy strangle\nShouts to my nigga the Hell's Angel\nThem niggas be talkin' shit, but get hit from every angle\nI'm gangsta slidin', but it ain't the ridin'\nIt's me and D.E. and 3D, provide 'em with love, love\n\nGangsta Sly, you're always up against me\nGangsta Sly, like a true hoe gigolo should be\nGangsta Sly, you're everybody's enemy\nGangsta Sly, like a sucka nigga never could-could be\n\nWell, then get up on shlang 'fore you get your head rang\nI'm out this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.55] More gangsta than you done ever seen in your lifetime\n[00:19.92] Off this admiral of the purple yurples\n[00:25.86] Correction, money's on this tape, you know?\n[00:32.20] Based on the fact I slept in this motherfucker last night, you know?\n[00:36.59] So if you feelin' this, go ahead and groove with it\n[00:41.75] Ain't got no slave, ain't got no free wheels\n[00:44.08] But I'll run your ass over and nobody will tell\n[00:46.49] Niggas, hoes, and fans alike\n[00:48.45] Haters talk shit, bumpin' D.E. at night\n[00:50.74] D.E. still through the ghetto like a nigga s'posed\n[00:53.34] Then hit yo's, skirts takin' off their garments\n[00:55.54] I slide through yo', through yo' town stealin' the yams\n[00:57.94] Then give 'em stamps, put 'em in me camps\n[00:59.98] Them hate niggas are shit when D.E. in town\n[01:02.74] Them hood niggas are shit when D.E. not 'round\n[01:04.81] OG black nigga sweepin' local humans\n[01:07.08] Slip game that invest in Fahrenheit fumes\n[01:09.53] D.E. on the boulevard, you best make moves\n[01:11.62] Got tested by a two-ton shrooms\n[01:13.34] And delivered bruising, we hittin' corners like dope\n[01:16.56] Black six-four, what they hittin' for? Um\n[01:19.37] Bless the cop that's in the hood, want do some good\n[01:21.59] In the community like a nigga should\n[01:23.48] But fuck the cop that never got no respect\n[01:26.32] Got a shield, now hella lies you shoot direct\n[01:28.22] D.E. the underdog in this motherfucker rap shit\n[01:30.58] They said I'd never make it, but now you bumpin' this\n[01:32.88] Smack dab on the scene, girlies scream D.E\n[01:35.70] Like a true hoe gigolo should be\n[01:39.90] Gangsta Sly, you're always up against me\n[01:41.76] Gangsta Sly, like a true hoe gigolo should be\n[01:47.23] Gangsta Sly, you're everybody's enemy\n[01:51.06] Gangsta Sly, like a sucka nigga never could-could be\n[01:56.62] We smoke big, plottin' six fig\n[01:58.65] That Fahrenheit thang make them head rang\n[02:01.25] Benedictus, not a nigga could\n[02:02.98] I'm back, steppin' out the 'Lac in all black\n[02:04.77] Like the old school khaki's crease, the concrete beast\n[02:08.06] Knockin' out piece, reachin' these feats\n[02:10.37] Still wearin' cleats, night owl, we creeps\n[02:12.76] Strappin' up sheets, breathin' tight beats\n[02:14.62] I'm on a coaster ride that's lastin' hella long\n[02:17.01] Young bitties lust D.E. when I bust these songs\n[02:19.55] It's really kinda scary, nigga can't get married\n[02:21.64] 'Cause I own bitties 'cross the nation, age and race vary\n[02:24.28] I ain't Jermaine motherfucker Dupri\n[02:26.46] This rap shit wasn't handed to me by daddy\n[02:28.59] I'm in the alleys and gutters, hittin' them up on shlangs\n[02:31.12] From Cali to Ruckers, slang yo' gangbang\n[02:33.58] 9:30 PM, I'm beatin' fuck niggas for record dissin'\n[02:36.23] 10:15, I'm on stage with a golden glisten\n[02:38.58] 11:50, Been chose by a vixen\n[02:40.75] Months later, they bumpin' D.E. try spittin'\n[02:43.13] I'm on the road gainin' hella exposh'\n[02:45.07] Then back to the town on my toes dealin' with foes\n[02:47.67] Strapped to the nose, that's how it goes in the city\n[02:50.25] Like a true hoe gigolo should be\n[02:53.16] Gangsta Sly, you're always up against me\n[02:56.66] Gangsta Sly, like a true hoe gigolo should be\n[03:01.55] Gangsta Sly, you're everybody's enemy\n[03:05.86] Gangsta Sly, like a sucka nigga never could-could be\n[03:09.62] Shout outs like this\n[03:11.09] Gangsta Sly from the mad-ass M gang\n[03:14.43] In the pen dealin' with murder charges, stay up\n[03:18.25] Annabelle doin' time in the Cruz\n[03:20.24] I done got your letters, but I ain't you, but now\n[03:22.58] Now you on my record, stay up\n[03:25.43] Homie Andre doin' a minute in Martinez\n[03:28.12] You be out in a sec, stay up\n[03:31.14] Me, I'm 1st Degree the D.E\n[03:34.20] Rapper, producer, CEO, provider of the shlangs\n[03:39.88] Him, he's Brotha Lynch Hung\n[03:42.57] Rapper, producer, CEO, provider of the sick\n[03:46.82] Gangsta Slyers\n[03:48.53] Wakes up like three in the mornin'\n[03:50.12] And take a nigga out quick like he ain't important, right\n[03:52.91] Just before the sunrise, somebody's son dies\n[03:54.89] I left his brains and his body parts all on the porch\n[03:57.21] And chucked the thang in the river, left his baby an orphan\n[03:59.53] Mix him and his baby mama up in the meat\n[04:01.47] Pork and slow heat him\n[04:03.05] I'm the sickest nigga out, real providin' the sickness\n[04:05.32] 'Cause it's really been the drought still\n[04:06.82] Murder came with smiles, shootin' people was no deal\n[04:09.18] Like apocalypse pit, make dinner out of roadkill\n[04:11.69] Don't make me peel a nigga's cap back\n[04:13.20] Work straight, murk a nigga and give him his hat afterwards\n[04:16.33] It must be Fourth of July, look at all those fireworks\n[04:18.47] Look at all that technology and look at all them fireworks\n[04:21.06] I'm insane in the membrane, if a damn thang don't change\n[04:24.19] I'll do a Kurt Cobain, it's no thang\n[04:26.33] Blow a nigga up like propane, nose tangles\n[04:28.68] Get hanged and strangled with fishy strangle\n[04:30.68] Shouts to my nigga the Hell's Angel\n[04:32.36] Them niggas be talkin' shit, but get hit from every angle\n[04:34.63] I'm gangsta slidin', but it ain't the ridin'\n[04:37.03] It's me and D.E. and 3D, provide 'em with love, love\n[04:43.54] Gangsta Sly, you're always up against me\n[05:07.47] Gangsta Sly, like a true hoe gigolo should be\n[05:11.75] Gangsta Sly, you're everybody's enemy\n[05:15.49] Gangsta Sly, like a sucka nigga never could-could be\n[05:16.89] Well, then get up on shlang 'fore you get your head rang\n[05:20.83] I'm out this motherfucker\n[05:27.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gangsta Shlida\n  artist: Brotha Lynch Hung\n  album: Fahrenheit Collectibles, Brotha Lynch Hung and First D.E.\n  duration_ms: 328000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: More gangsta than you done ever seen in your lifetime\n  start_ms: 12550\n  end_ms: 19920\n- text: Off this admiral of the purple yurples\n  start_ms: 19920\n  end_ms: 25860\n- 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200240\n- text: I done got your letters, but I ain't you, but now\n  start_ms: 200240\n  end_ms: 202580\n- text: Now you on my record, stay up\n  start_ms: 202580\n  end_ms: 205430\n- text: Homie Andre doin' a minute in Martinez\n  start_ms: 205430\n  end_ms: 208120\n- text: You be out in a sec, stay up\n  start_ms: 208120\n  end_ms: 211140\n- text: Me, I'm 1st Degree the D.E\n  start_ms: 211140\n  end_ms: 214200\n- text: Rapper, producer, CEO, provider of the shlangs\n  start_ms: 214200\n  end_ms: 219880\n- text: Him, he's Brotha Lynch Hung\n  start_ms: 219880\n  end_ms: 222570\n- text: Rapper, producer, CEO, provider of the sick\n  start_ms: 222570\n  end_ms: 226820\n- text: Gangsta Slyers\n  start_ms: 226820\n  end_ms: 228530\n- text: Wakes up like three in the mornin'\n  start_ms: 228530\n  end_ms: 230120\n- text: And take a nigga out quick like he ain't important, right\n  start_ms: 230120\n  end_ms: 232910\n- text: Just before the sunrise, somebody's son dies\n  start_ms: 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Hm\nYeah, yeah\nC-Bo, Brotha Lynch\nWest Coast, West Coast\nOn the map, on the map\nWhat? What?\nUh-huh, yeah\n\nY'all ready for the all out, calling out?\nBitch want a nigga that's ballin' out (Ballin' out)\nMoney ain't right, they fallin' out (Fallin' out)\nIn the doghouse all night, calling out (Calling out)\nSpend money like stylin' out\nEvery night sunset, wildin' out\n\nAll that I plays, all in my face\nNext thing you know I'm grippin' her waist\nHit the pillow in her face\nAll up in your place\n\nDick all up in your face\n\nI just exercise game on a bitch (And what?)\nHang out the window, chain slang on a bitch (And what?)\nCock game, then aim on a bitch (And what?)\nTryna get off into the brain on a bitch (And what?)\nBet that I make change on a bitch\nFlip four point six range on a bitch (Bitch)\nSame nigga, same trick, same wrist\nNigga just frostbit\n\nAt the bar off six bottles of Cris'\nHookers look like models and shit\n\nNigga, 'cause we gangsta\nWe like, \"Fuck a ho\"\nTuck 'em, don't love 'em, though\nGangsta\nWe like, \"Fuck a ho\"\nNever thinkin' of 'em, though\n\nGangsta\n\nWe like, \"Fuck a ho\"\nTuck 'em, don't love 'em, though\nGangsta\nWe like, \"Fuck a ho\"\nNever thinkin' of 'em, though\nGangsta\nWe like, \"Fuck a ho\"\nTuck 'em, don't love 'em, though\nGangsta\n\nWe like, \"Fuck a ho\"\nNever thinkin' of 'em, though\n\nI used to ball\nLike Mark Hopkins, Wendell, and Doggie Jerome\n\nUsed to\nHang out the window with the nine chrome when it was on\nUsed to\nSing out the window when I was fourteen years old\nIt was one o'clock in the morning, in her window\nHard as a stone, gotta get it on\nHit domes, split domes, put chromes in they crevices\n\nGotta let it rip\nBetter hope that clip don't split you like a lettuce\nGot a fetish for meat, retreat\nPenetration, generating the heat\nBeat to the slutty meat\nGot it all on my Dickies and seats (Fuck)\nNever trusted a ho, just busted a ho in the grill\nI'm the type of nigga that'll get real\nShoot them slugs in your bill, gotta get that mill'\nGotta pop that pill too\n\nGotta fuck you 'til I kill you\nLike rip, don't even trip\n\nEat 'em up like soul food, this is four, fool\nAnd the nine connected\n\nDouble jeopardy if you step to me\nGet a hysterectomy for disrespectin' me\nExpect to leak your life away\nUsed to cut 'em up in little pieces for the meat grip\nHooked the meat like fish fillet\n\nNigga, 'cause we gangsta\nWe like, \"Fuck a ho\"\nTuck 'em, don't love 'em, though\nGangsta\nWe like, \"Fuck a ho\"\nNever thinkin' of 'em, though\n\nGangsta\n\nWe like, \"Fuck a ho\"\nTuck 'em, don't love 'em, though\nGangsta\nWe like, \"Fuck a ho\"\nNever thinkin' of 'em, though\nGangsta\nWe like, \"Fuck a ho\"\nTuck 'em, don't love 'em, though\nGangsta\n\nWe like, \"Fuck a ho\"\nNever thinkin' of 'em, though\n\nI'm a rhyme fanatic\nTitanic grinder, used to minor static\nTryna have it, automatic MAC\nBlack vagina addict, silly rabbit\n\nTricks is for kids, you must be crazy\n'Cause screwin' got niggas doin' bids and pushin' up daisies\nIt never ceases to amaze me what niggas do for the cock\nLike what G's do for the block and these fiends do for the rock\nTick-tock, it don't stop\nFrom the back, bottom, or on top, we got 'em hot\nIf we can't make it crack, then it won't pop\n\nPop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] Vicious, vicious speckles around that boy\n[00:03.86] Uh-huh\n[00:05.55] Uh, uh, ooh\n[00:08.34] These niggas don't want it\n[00:09.90] Hm\n[00:12.16] What? 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the scene block 17\nin my lap, as i creep away in da black catallic\n'cause you know i got shit ta do (mutha fucka)\nfake id 'cause i been murderin mutha fuckaz like (like what) HIV\nas i creep real slow threw ya blood vesselz (ya dig)\n5 weeks lata nigga, god bless ya\nnow I'm stressed wit the smith-n-west (the west)\nmy music career ain't been the best\nbound to have my momma wearin a tight dress\nbitch, make my money right\nor get ya throat slit, druggin in da bushes as ya inside gushez\nthen I'm smashin through the night, (in what)\nmy zarightiy with pacizi, hittin corners hella tight (ye right)\nnigga, you know I'm right (oh)\nmy momma tought me, nigga don't givva fuck\nand when i die, throw me in a joint smoke me up\nthat's what i said\nI'm high about da hocus poucus\nmy diagnosis is a murderin sycosis, and mutha fuckaz know this (mutha fuckaz know dis)\nI'm quick ta pull the pin up out the grenade and hand you the pineapple and say \"here mutha fucka hold dis\" (oh No)\nlook 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right.\nthat's what i said\nBlack Pitt's in the backyard,  i don't feed em\nhave ta bar about a pit a week, (why) 'cause they gotta eat\noff that mad dogg 20-20 I'm bout ta take my money\nski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage\nunderstand dis, radiation in mushroom blast, its almost 20 G gotta plot my shit\nand get my cash\nD-Dub around the corner in da impala,\nzig-zag in da trash with the auto-mag, last time i saw\nbeta, (what) stand look out by the liquor store, (aite) lowkey, hear some movement, (yea)\nnigga you know you that hoe (ha)\ntimes murda so I'm time platnium, creep,\nwit a hand can, and takin out every nigga been standin\n'cause I'm aggressive like a wolverin, beating, caught that ass and got up the gasoline had out ya worstest dream\nthen it all adds up (to what)\nsittin in hawaii with a AK on my lap\n(off that puffy stuff)\nthat's what i said","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thatz What I Said\n  artist: Brotha Lynch Hung\n  album: 'Siccmixx: Our Most Gangsta Hits'\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  that's what i Said\n  (its 9 o'clock yal)\n  now I'm the type a nigga that a leave a horsehead in ya bed\n  sleep wit ya wife then, commit some knifin'\n  get away clean wit the scene block 17\n  in my lap, as i creep away in da black catallic\n  'cause you know i got shit ta do (mutha fucka)\n  fake id 'cause i been murderin mutha fuckaz like (like what) HIV\n  as i creep real slow threw ya blood vesselz (ya dig)\n  5 weeks lata nigga, god bless ya\n  now I'm stressed wit the smith-n-west (the west)\n  my music career ain't been the best\n  bound to have my momma wearin a tight dress\n  bitch, make my money right\n  or get ya throat slit, druggin in da bushes as ya inside gushez\n  then I'm smashin through the night, (in what)\n  my zarightiy with pacizi, hittin corners hella tight (ye right)\n  nigga, you know I'm right (oh)\n  my momma tought me, nigga don't givva fuck\n  and when i die, throw me in a joint smoke me up\n  that's what i said\n  I'm high about da hocus poucus\n  my diagnosis is a murderin sycosis, and mutha fuckaz know this (mutha fuckaz know dis)\n  I'm quick ta pull the pin up out the grenade and hand you the pineapple and say \"here mutha fucka hold dis\" (oh No)\n  look here da murda show\n  the sequence beginz  wit  freaks in da momo\n  we seein allabys provide, we freak wit\n  and now my niggaz ridin, slip clips -n- dipin and do dat shit, smokin budda shit\n  see, when they say siccmade is whispin\n  the tastes bitta, blowin mutha fuckaz inta smithaz (green)\n  triple X liquor\n  wit nothin but cursez in our verses\n  obscene, unfit for major main streem magizinez\n  lace you up in karoscene and see that ass ignite\n  i mean, we got the V8 for ya gangsta lead,\n  i see,  war mashinez, and street marinez\n  dirt needlez in the hands of ghetto fiendz\n  I'm caught between, (what) the hard life, and ghetto dreams\n  got sceemz\n  wit black borrai'z, and get awayz like OJ (clean)\n  the rip gut, he got the canibalistic Q-Z\n  and the illigitimate got anotha 16 (umm humm)(ha)\n  you see, the front page newz, only show da inmates,\n  and not the cage, while,\n  a legends play wit the publics rage\n  fuck those that criticize, let em lead da lives\n  do da shit we done, and then say that we ain't right.\n  that's what i said\n  Black Pitt's in the backyard,  i don't feed em\n  have ta bar about a pit a week, (why) 'cause they gotta eat\n  off that mad dogg 20-20 I'm bout ta take my money\n  ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage\n  understand dis, radiation in mushroom blast, its almost 20 G gotta plot my shit\n  and get my cash\n  D-Dub around the corner in da impala,\n  zig-zag in da trash with the auto-mag, last time i saw\n  beta, (what) stand look out by the liquor store, (aite) lowkey, hear some movement, (yea)\n  nigga you know you that hoe (ha)\n  times murda so I'm time platnium, creep,\n  wit a hand can, and takin out every nigga been standin\n  'cause I'm aggressive like a wolverin, beating, caught that ass and got up the gasoline had out ya worstest dream\n  then it all adds up (to what)\n  sittin in hawaii with a AK on my lap\n  (off that puffy stuff)\n  that's what i said\n"},{"id":32420380,"name":"Stomp","trackName":"Stomp","artistName":"Brotha Lynch Hung","albumName":"Siccmixx (Our Most Gangsta Hits)","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I promise to stomp the whole stomp\nNothing but a stomp\n\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n\nYeah, who's gonna fuck with this?\nLas Vegas, north town bound lunatic\nTrick, I pack extra clips, fuck you and your bitch\nEven solo, I stomp a mudhole in your whole clique\nBitch, I'm talking shit 'cause I rise to rip\n\nCatch your Armageddon stomping from Apocalypse Pit\nThere ain't no thing to stomp\nLike there ain't no thing to stomp a\nPunk in a motherfucker nigga's trunk\nTake him for a cruise and pour a brews in\n\nAnd straight start dumping, or should I say stomping?\nI'm a madman 'bout to hurt somebody\nThey wanna put me away for life like John Gotti\nBut I'ma flip the script on all you tricks\nThey gon' feel it's real when I blow some shit\n\nA DOOM nigga, born thug, shake and rip shit up\nAnd if you fuck with me, you getting stomped by us\n\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n\nDanger, danger, skull and crossbones\nStill got my thick locks, steel-toed boots on\nEvidently, I'm dressed to stomp\nOn any motherfucker here that wanna start some funk\nEclipse stay ready, like Freddy\n\nLove my steel toes, moist and smelly\nGotta keep myself dressed to kill\nAin't no telling when you're finna need a gang of steel, for real\nStill rough enough to cut you up, fuck you up\n\nWant a piece of me? Try your luck\nI guarantee you gon' fall with ease\nAnd when that ass hit the ground, we gon' swarm like bees\nIt ain't nothing like a good-ass stomp, creep\nMake it sound like a proper-ass drumbeat\nI'm about to break both my legs\nStomping your motherfucking head\n\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n\nSicc made on my necklace, now niggas wanna do me\nI serve 'em up like that corner chop suey\nAnd give 'em the drug-buster blues like Louis\n\nArmstrong, you cheesy like Parmesan\nBelieve me, got armor on, the beanie, I got it popping\nFuck you if you got a problem\nCut you and that's how I solve it\nAnd I keep that gas tank full of petrol\nI'm a necro-philiac, 'bout to really act sickly\nSouth Sacramento maniac, Ripley's\n\nBelieve it or not, I leave 'em hot\nLike stew meat in the pot, nigga, I do heat up the block\nThe last dragon, pants sagging, throw up your gang\nB-double-O-M S-I-double C, nigga, blow up your stang\nMotherfucker, we ain't playing\n\nRape 'em, spray 'em, give 'em no other ultimatum\n\nLay 'em, sick made 'em\n\nDoomsday niggas is with me, we off the sticky\nDoing drugs like Bobby and Whitney, mobbing the sixty\nNigga, you with me?\n\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n(Doomsday, are you with me?)\nOh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n\nTurn my mic up, yo\nCheck this out, Cap' Crook back in this bitch\n\nYou ain't finna get rid of me\nI ain't going no-motherfucking-where\nWe in the found land\nAnd I'm finna run it all in your ass, check this out\n\nWe listening to shit from eight classic motherfucking albums\n\nCheck the back orders, y'all\nGo back through the catalog\nPick up that 24 Deep\nI want y'all to pick up The Prank for me\nPick up the Season of the Siccness, nigga\n\nGet that XV, fuck with The Plague\nYou know what I'm saying?\nGet the Loaded shit\nGo on and hear Sin City Underground Vol. 1\nYou need all that shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.72] I promise to stomp the whole stomp\n[00:14.08] Nothing but a stomp\n[00:19.53] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[00:21.58] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[00:24.75] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[00:26.73] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[00:29.97] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[00:32.07] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[00:35.25] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[00:37.16] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[00:41.16] Yeah, who's gonna fuck with this?\n[00:43.65] Las Vegas, north town bound lunatic\n[00:46.26] Trick, I pack extra clips, fuck you and your bitch\n[00:48.92] Even solo, I stomp a mudhole in your whole clique\n[00:51.89] Bitch, I'm talking shit 'cause I rise to rip\n[00:54.03] Catch your Armageddon stomping from Apocalypse Pit\n[00:56.55] There ain't no thing to stomp\n[00:58.04] Like there ain't no thing to stomp a\n[00:59.68] Punk in a motherfucker nigga's trunk\n[01:01.63] Take him for a cruise and pour a brews in\n[01:04.02] And straight start dumping, or should I say stomping?\n[01:07.54] I'm a madman 'bout to hurt somebody\n[01:09.50] They wanna put me away for life like John Gotti\n[01:12.28] But I'ma flip the script on all you tricks\n[01:14.98] They gon' feel it's real when I blow some shit\n[01:17.42] A DOOM nigga, born thug, shake and rip shit up\n[01:20.03] And if you fuck with me, you getting stomped by us\n[01:24.02] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[01:24.11] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[01:27.39] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[01:29.31] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[01:32.53] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[01:34.57] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[01:37.75] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[01:39.72] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[01:44.22] Danger, danger, skull and crossbones\n[01:46.78] Still got my thick locks, steel-toed boots on\n[01:49.59] Evidently, I'm dressed to stomp\n[01:51.30] On any motherfucker here that wanna start some funk\n[01:54.13] Eclipse stay ready, like Freddy\n[01:57.26] Love my steel toes, moist and smelly\n[01:59.96] Gotta keep myself dressed to kill\n[02:01.99] Ain't no telling when you're finna need a gang of steel, for real\n[02:05.12] Still rough enough to cut you up, fuck you up\n[02:08.08] Want a piece of me? Try your luck\n[02:10.28] I guarantee you gon' fall with ease\n[02:12.16] And when that ass hit the ground, we gon' swarm like bees\n[02:15.44] It ain't nothing like a good-ass stomp, creep\n[02:18.13] Make it sound like a proper-ass drumbeat\n[02:20.84] I'm about to break both my legs\n[02:23.18] Stomping your motherfucking head\n[02:26.66] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[02:26.70] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[02:29.98] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[02:31.93] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[02:35.26] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[02:37.10] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[02:40.68] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[02:42.38] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[02:46.41] Sicc made on my necklace, now niggas wanna do me\n[02:49.57] I serve 'em up like that corner chop suey\n[02:51.70] And give 'em the drug-buster blues like Louis\n[02:54.45] Armstrong, you cheesy like Parmesan\n[02:56.34] Believe me, got armor on, the beanie, I got it popping\n[02:58.95] Fuck you if you got a problem\n[03:00.27] Cut you and that's how I solve it\n[03:01.77] And I keep that gas tank full of petrol\n[03:03.44] I'm a necro-philiac, 'bout to really act sickly\n[03:06.17] South Sacramento maniac, Ripley's\n[03:08.17] Believe it or not, I leave 'em hot\n[03:09.98] Like stew meat in the pot, nigga, I do heat up the block\n[03:12.43] The last dragon, pants sagging, throw up your gang\n[03:14.83] B-double-O-M S-I-double C, nigga, blow up your stang\n[03:17.68] Motherfucker, we ain't playing\n[03:19.36] Rape 'em, spray 'em, give 'em no other ultimatum\n[03:21.92] Lay 'em, sick made 'em\n[03:23.27] Doomsday niggas is with me, we off the sticky\n[03:25.52] Doing drugs like Bobby and Whitney, mobbing the sixty\n[03:28.06] Nigga, you with me?\n[03:29.20] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[03:29.37] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[03:32.43] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[03:34.46] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[03:37.76] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[03:39.71] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[03:43.29] (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n[03:44.93] Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n[03:47.22] Turn my mic up, yo\n[03:48.77] Check this out, Cap' Crook back in this bitch\n[03:51.52] You ain't finna get rid of me\n[03:52.83] I ain't going no-motherfucking-where\n[03:54.64] We in the found land\n[03:56.43] And I'm finna run it all in your ass, check this out\n[03:59.19] We listening to shit from eight classic motherfucking albums\n[04:02.59] Check the back orders, y'all\n[04:03.99] Go back through the catalog\n[04:05.46] Pick up that 24 Deep\n[04:06.96] I want y'all to pick up The Prank for me\n[04:08.83] Pick up the Season of the Siccness, nigga\n[04:11.14] Get that XV, fuck with The Plague\n[04:13.64] You know what I'm saying?\n[04:14.62] Get the Loaded shit\n[04:15.97] Go on and hear Sin City Underground Vol. 1\n[04:18.98] You 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67540\n- text: I'm a madman 'bout to hurt somebody\n  start_ms: 67540\n  end_ms: 69500\n- text: They wanna put me away for life like John Gotti\n  start_ms: 69500\n  end_ms: 72280\n- text: But I'ma flip the script on all you tricks\n  start_ms: 72280\n  end_ms: 74980\n- text: They gon' feel it's real when I blow some shit\n  start_ms: 74980\n  end_ms: 77420\n- text: A DOOM nigga, born thug, shake and rip shit up\n  start_ms: 77420\n  end_ms: 80030\n- text: And if you fuck with me, you getting stomped by us\n  start_ms: 80030\n  end_ms: 84020\n- text: (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  start_ms: 84020\n  end_ms: 84110\n- text: Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  start_ms: 84110\n  end_ms: 87390\n- text: (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  start_ms: 87390\n  end_ms: 89310\n- text: Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  start_ms: 89310\n  end_ms: 92530\n- text: (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  start_ms: 92530\n  end_ms: 94570\n- text: Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  start_ms: 94570\n  end_ms: 97750\n- text: (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  start_ms: 97750\n  end_ms: 99720\n- text: Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  start_ms: 99720\n  end_ms: 104220\n- text: Danger, danger, skull and crossbones\n  start_ms: 104220\n  end_ms: 106780\n- text: Still got my thick locks, steel-toed boots on\n  start_ms: 106780\n  end_ms: 109590\n- text: Evidently, I'm dressed to stomp\n  start_ms: 109590\n  end_ms: 111300\n- text: On any motherfucker here that wanna start some funk\n  start_ms: 111300\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: Eclipse stay ready, like Freddy\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117260\n- text: Love my steel toes, moist and smelly\n  start_ms: 117260\n  end_ms: 119960\n- text: Gotta keep myself dressed to kill\n  start_ms: 119960\n  end_ms: 121990\n- text: Ain't no telling when you're finna need a gang of steel, for real\n  start_ms: 121990\n  end_ms: 125120\n- text: Still rough enough to cut you up, fuck you up\n  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Try your luck\n  start_ms: 128080\n  end_ms: 130280\n- text: I guarantee you gon' fall with ease\n  start_ms: 130280\n  end_ms: 132160\n- text: And when that ass hit the ground, we gon' swarm like bees\n  start_ms: 132160\n  end_ms: 135440\n- text: It ain't nothing like a good-ass stomp, creep\n  start_ms: 135440\n  end_ms: 138130\n- text: Make it sound like a proper-ass drumbeat\n  start_ms: 138130\n  end_ms: 140840\n- text: I'm about to break both my legs\n  start_ms: 140840\n  end_ms: 143180\n- text: Stomping your motherfucking head\n  start_ms: 143180\n  end_ms: 146660\n- text: (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  start_ms: 146660\n  end_ms: 146700\n- text: Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  start_ms: 146700\n  end_ms: 149980\n- text: (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  start_ms: 149980\n  end_ms: 151930\n- text: Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  start_ms: 151930\n  end_ms: 155260\n- text: (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  start_ms: 155260\n  end_ms: 157100\n- text: Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  start_ms: 157100\n  end_ms: 160680\n- text: (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  start_ms: 160680\n  end_ms: 162380\n- text: Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  start_ms: 162380\n  end_ms: 166410\n- text: Sicc made on my necklace, now niggas wanna do me\n  start_ms: 166410\n  end_ms: 169570\n- text: I serve 'em up like that corner chop suey\n  start_ms: 169570\n  end_ms: 171700\n- text: And give 'em the drug-buster blues like Louis\n  start_ms: 171700\n  end_ms: 174450\n- text: Armstrong, you cheesy like Parmesan\n  start_ms: 174450\n  end_ms: 176340\n- text: Believe me, got armor on, the beanie, I got it popping\n  start_ms: 176340\n  end_ms: 178950\n- text: Fuck you if you got a problem\n  start_ms: 178950\n  end_ms: 180270\n- text: Cut you and that's how I solve it\n  start_ms: 180270\n  end_ms: 181770\n- text: And I keep that gas tank full of petrol\n  start_ms: 181770\n  end_ms: 183440\n- text: I'm a necro-philiac, 'bout to really act sickly\n  start_ms: 183440\n  end_ms: 186170\n- text: South Sacramento maniac, Ripley's\n  start_ms: 186170\n  end_ms: 188170\n- text: Believe it or not, I leave 'em hot\n  start_ms: 188170\n  end_ms: 189980\n- text: Like stew meat in the pot, nigga, I do heat up the block\n  start_ms: 189980\n  end_ms: 192430\n- text: The last dragon, pants sagging, throw up your gang\n  start_ms: 192430\n  end_ms: 194830\n- text: B-double-O-M S-I-double C, nigga, blow up your stang\n  start_ms: 194830\n  end_ms: 197680\n- text: Motherfucker, we ain't playing\n  start_ms: 197680\n  end_ms: 199360\n- text: Rape 'em, spray 'em, give 'em no other ultimatum\n  start_ms: 199360\n  end_ms: 201920\n- text: Lay 'em, sick made 'em\n  start_ms: 201920\n  end_ms: 203270\n- text: Doomsday niggas is with me, we off the sticky\n  start_ms: 203270\n  end_ms: 205520\n- text: Doing drugs like Bobby and Whitney, mobbing the sixty\n  start_ms: 205520\n  end_ms: 208060\n- text: Nigga, you with me?\n  start_ms: 208060\n  end_ms: 209200\n- text: (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  start_ms: 209200\n  end_ms: 209370\n- text: Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  start_ms: 209370\n  end_ms: 212430\n- text: (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  start_ms: 212430\n  end_ms: 214460\n- text: Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  start_ms: 214460\n  end_ms: 217760\n- text: (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  start_ms: 217760\n  end_ms: 219710\n- text: Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  start_ms: 219710\n  end_ms: 223290\n- text: (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  start_ms: 223290\n  end_ms: 224930\n- text: Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  start_ms: 224930\n  end_ms: 227220\n- text: Turn my mic up, yo\n  start_ms: 227220\n  end_ms: 228770\n- text: Check this out, Cap' Crook back in this bitch\n  start_ms: 228770\n  end_ms: 231520\n- text: You ain't finna get rid of me\n  start_ms: 231520\n  end_ms: 232830\n- text: I ain't going no-motherfucking-where\n  start_ms: 232830\n  end_ms: 234640\n- text: We in the found land\n  start_ms: 234640\n  end_ms: 236430\n- text: And I'm finna run it all in your ass, check this out\n  start_ms: 236430\n  end_ms: 239190\n- text: We listening to shit from eight classic motherfucking albums\n  start_ms: 239190\n  end_ms: 242590\n- text: Check the back orders, y'all\n  start_ms: 242590\n  end_ms: 243990\n- text: Go back through the catalog\n  start_ms: 243990\n  end_ms: 245460\n- text: Pick up that 24 Deep\n  start_ms: 245460\n  end_ms: 246960\n- text: I want y'all to pick up The Prank for me\n  start_ms: 246960\n  end_ms: 248830\n- text: Pick up the Season of the Siccness, nigga\n  start_ms: 248830\n  end_ms: 251140\n- text: Get that XV, fuck with The Plague\n  start_ms: 251140\n  end_ms: 253640\n- text: You know what I'm saying?\n  start_ms: 253640\n  end_ms: 254620\n- text: Get the Loaded shit\n  start_ms: 254620\n  end_ms: 255970\n- text: Go on and hear Sin City Underground Vol. 1\n  start_ms: 255970\n  end_ms: 258980\n- text: You need all that shit\n  start_ms: 258980\n  end_ms: 260080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 260080\nplain: |-\n  I promise to stomp the whole stomp\n  Nothing but a stomp\n\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n\n  Yeah, who's gonna fuck with this?\n  Las Vegas, north town bound lunatic\n  Trick, I pack extra clips, fuck you and your bitch\n  Even solo, I stomp a mudhole in your whole clique\n  Bitch, I'm talking shit 'cause I rise to rip\n\n  Catch your Armageddon stomping from Apocalypse Pit\n  There ain't no thing to stomp\n  Like there ain't no thing to stomp a\n  Punk in a motherfucker nigga's trunk\n  Take him for a cruise and pour a brews in\n\n  And straight start dumping, or should I say stomping?\n  I'm a madman 'bout to hurt somebody\n  They wanna put me away for life like John Gotti\n  But I'ma flip the script on all you tricks\n  They gon' feel it's real when I blow some shit\n\n  A DOOM nigga, born thug, shake and rip shit up\n  And if you fuck with me, you getting stomped by us\n\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n\n  Danger, danger, skull and crossbones\n  Still got my thick locks, steel-toed boots on\n  Evidently, I'm dressed to stomp\n  On any motherfucker here that wanna start some funk\n  Eclipse stay ready, like Freddy\n\n  Love my steel toes, moist and smelly\n  Gotta keep myself dressed to kill\n  Ain't no telling when you're finna need a gang of steel, for real\n  Still rough enough to cut you up, fuck you up\n\n  Want a piece of me? Try your luck\n  I guarantee you gon' fall with ease\n  And when that ass hit the ground, we gon' swarm like bees\n  It ain't nothing like a good-ass stomp, creep\n  Make it sound like a proper-ass drumbeat\n  I'm about to break both my legs\n  Stomping your motherfucking head\n\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n\n  Sicc made on my necklace, now niggas wanna do me\n  I serve 'em up like that corner chop suey\n  And give 'em the drug-buster blues like Louis\n\n  Armstrong, you cheesy like Parmesan\n  Believe me, got armor on, the beanie, I got it popping\n  Fuck you if you got a problem\n  Cut you and that's how I solve it\n  And I keep that gas tank full of petrol\n  I'm a necro-philiac, 'bout to really act sickly\n  South Sacramento maniac, Ripley's\n\n  Believe it or not, I leave 'em hot\n  Like stew meat in the pot, nigga, I do heat up the block\n  The last dragon, pants sagging, throw up your gang\n  B-double-O-M S-I-double C, nigga, blow up your stang\n  Motherfucker, we ain't playing\n\n  Rape 'em, spray 'em, give 'em no other ultimatum\n\n  Lay 'em, sick made 'em\n\n  Doomsday niggas is with me, we off the sticky\n  Doing drugs like Bobby and Whitney, mobbing the sixty\n  Nigga, you with me?\n\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n  (Doomsday, are you with me?)\n  Oh yeah, we about to stomp your motherfuckin' head\n\n  Turn my mic up, yo\n  Check this out, Cap' Crook back in this bitch\n\n  You ain't finna get rid of me\n  I ain't going no-motherfucking-where\n  We in the found land\n  And I'm finna run it all in your ass, check this out\n\n  We listening to shit from eight classic motherfucking albums\n\n  Check the back orders, y'all\n  Go back through the catalog\n  Pick up that 24 Deep\n  I want y'all to pick up The Prank for me\n  Pick up the Season of the Siccness, nigga\n\n  Get that XV, fuck with The Plague\n  You know what I'm saying?\n  Get the Loaded shit\n  Go on and hear Sin City Underground Vol. 1\n  You need all that shit\n"},{"id":23818229,"name":"Die","trackName":"Die","artistName":"Brotha Lynch Hung","albumName":"Siccmixx: Our Most Gangsta Hits","duration":87.875918,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2]\nDIE, Like the ones before you\nOne by one we will take you\nAaahhhhhhggh... you will DIE\n(fuck it... psychological)\n\n[verse one]\nSiccmade music comin up out yo seat\nCatch the reeper night crawler creeper\nDig a ditch get a bitch nigga dig a ditch deeper\nI'ma take yo head with this street sweeper\nLeave yo brains on yo speaker\nSmash off in yo jeep\nDo the bitches I'ma get real hostle\nGet the signal model in stroddle\nSmash down on the throddle\nMore scratch than lucky luciano\nServe more mutha fuckas than gronnup\nCreep up on ya like dunnup\nSend on to ya forehead and then like they said I fled\nCause I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed\nTake ya wife rape her no caper\nTie the bitch to the bed\nDon't push me cause I'm close to the edge\nReal lunatic and sicc-fed\nAnd thats some sentimental shit\nI just might drip cream from my dick\nWhen I'm off that\nSmirnoff Gin mix with O.E. I'm hard and wet\nO.E. kept tellin' me no\nBut this Smirnoff Gin kept tellin' me YES\nMess maker raper\nAll about my paper\nThrow yo hands over yo eyes\nAs yo thoughts intensify yo will (DIE!)\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[First Degree The DE]\nGreetings... have a seat...\nLet me be the first to actually greet you to the basement\nWe've heard you've been busy\nAHAHA we've heard you've been busy\nWe've learn from above that you've been\nDoin' a little bit of this\nDoin' a little bit of that\nStealing peoples scratch\nStabbin' in the back\nWe don't think its FAIR!\nWhen we found you you were nothing\nNow you are our nothing\nIs there room for unrest\nDie... YOU WILL!\n\n[chorus]\nI promise\n\n[verse two]\nI'm Wes Craven on paper\nSo plug yo pussy clips\nCause I get sicker than a sifilous dick\nAnd yo mama won't like my shit nigga\nAdmit if you was sittin up in yo room hi\nLoaded up in yo tape deck ready to write yo tape next\nMe I do hot sex\nRazor blade and alcohol swarzanigga ceremonial ripsneck\nThen I write my shit next\nSo feel yo insides and yo intestins when you mix me wit\nThe wisky tell'em situation risky wit a nailgun through\nYo eye you will\nI got this endo suckin me dry\nI got this slut bitch suckin me dry\nBout to wet the bed up\nIt was the perfect setup\nBloody sheets (bloody sheets)\nNo body (no body)\nNo murder weapon\nI got this endo suckin me dry\nI got this slut bitch suckin me dry\nIt was the perfect setup\nBout to wet the bed up\nBloody sheets\nNo body (no body)\nNo murder weapon\n\n[chorus x4]\nThats why we die x8\n\nThats my name don't wear it out\nYou don't know about my whereabouts","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die\n  artist: Brotha Lynch Hung\n  album: 'Siccmixx: Our Most Gangsta Hits'\n  duration_ms: 87876\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2]\n  DIE, Like the ones before you\n  One by one we will take you\n  Aaahhhhhhggh... you will DIE\n  (fuck it... psychological)\n\n  [verse one]\n  Siccmade music comin up out yo seat\n  Catch the reeper night crawler creeper\n  Dig a ditch get a bitch nigga dig a ditch deeper\n  I'ma take yo head with this street sweeper\n  Leave yo brains on yo speaker\n  Smash off in yo jeep\n  Do the bitches I'ma get real hostle\n  Get the signal model in stroddle\n  Smash down on the throddle\n  More scratch than lucky luciano\n  Serve more mutha fuckas than gronnup\n  Creep up on ya like dunnup\n  Send on to ya forehead and then like they said I fled\n  Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed\n  Take ya wife rape her no caper\n  Tie the bitch to the bed\n  Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge\n  Real lunatic and sicc-fed\n  And thats some sentimental shit\n  I just might drip cream from my dick\n  When I'm off that\n  Smirnoff Gin mix with O.E. I'm hard and wet\n  O.E. kept tellin' me no\n  But this Smirnoff Gin kept tellin' me YES\n  Mess maker raper\n  All about my paper\n  Throw yo hands over yo eyes\n  As yo thoughts intensify yo will (DIE!)\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [First Degree The DE]\n  Greetings... have a seat...\n  Let me be the first to actually greet you to the basement\n  We've heard you've been busy\n  AHAHA we've heard you've been busy\n  We've learn from above that you've been\n  Doin' a little bit of this\n  Doin' a little bit of that\n  Stealing peoples scratch\n  Stabbin' in the back\n  We don't think its FAIR!\n  When we found you you were nothing\n  Now you are our nothing\n  Is there room for unrest\n  Die... YOU WILL!\n\n  [chorus]\n  I promise\n\n  [verse two]\n  I'm Wes Craven on paper\n  So plug yo pussy clips\n  Cause I get sicker than a sifilous dick\n  And yo mama won't like my shit nigga\n  Admit if you was sittin up in yo room hi\n  Loaded up in yo tape deck ready to write yo tape next\n  Me I do hot sex\n  Razor blade and alcohol swarzanigga ceremonial ripsneck\n  Then I write my shit next\n  So feel yo insides and yo intestins when you mix me wit\n  The wisky tell'em situation risky wit a nailgun through\n  Yo eye you will\n  I got this endo suckin me dry\n  I got this slut bitch suckin me dry\n  Bout to wet the bed up\n  It was the perfect setup\n  Bloody sheets (bloody sheets)\n  No body (no body)\n  No murder weapon\n  I got this endo suckin me dry\n  I got this slut bitch suckin me dry\n  It was the perfect setup\n  Bout to wet the bed up\n  Bloody sheets\n  No body (no body)\n  No murder weapon\n\n  [chorus x4]\n  Thats why we die x8\n\n  Thats my name don't wear it out\n  You don't know about my whereabouts\n"},{"id":38092233,"name":"Situation","trackName":"Situation","artistName":"Brotha Lynch Hung","albumName":"Siccmixx: Our Most Gangsta Hits","duration":97.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck these niggas, nah, fuck these niggas\nNah, nah, fuck these niggas, nah, fuck these niggas\nNah, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas\n\nThe only one who ever saw my face, must erase\nHad to get filthy dirty\nLeft him in his driveway soakin' wet\nHope nobody heard me\nI'm out that motherfucker with four pounds of that shamrock\nZiplock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask\nIn and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous\nStroke that nigga like a zigzag rolled cigarette\nAnd I do it to get my dick wet, brain grain rot\nI was a twelve year old gettin' raped by my mama's partner\nSo I been in pussy since I could start nuttin'\nI'm off that Chloraseptic and that Robitussin\nHad an appetite for the wrong niggas\nSaid he was real meat, but I knew he wasn't\nHad me jumpin' out the back of Cadillacs on\nStinky smell to me, can't even hug my mama\nSo sick I can't sleep at night, might swallow my tongue\nGet all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run\nGet the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, we barbeque\nIn a faulty situation, that's how we do it\n\nSituation I'm in\nIt seems I'm in this situation again\nI fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin\nSometimes I just wanna stop tryin'\nLook at the situation I'm in\nIt seems I'm in this situation again\nI fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin\nWhy must this shit always involve dyin'?\n\nI'm in grave shit like Sosa, Big Bank Hank\nSmellin' hydrofluoric souped up Nova, pushin' crank\nCallin' shots on my gossiper, faulty as Chip\n1-800-LOCK-A-NUMBA on the left side of my hip\nNeighborhood watch, better watch that ass\nI'm a paper boy and I collects that cash\nOne more motherfuckin' complaint and your ass ain't gon' last\nOn the block, on the block, I clock cash so fast\nThis is a stick up, nigga, don't even try it\nIf you go as far as the blinkin' eye, motherfucker, you gon' die\nPressure I apply, no lie, I just got finished doin' ten\nFor what? For killin' my best friend\nAnd I'll murder again if I'm forced, then I must\nAfter the first time, the second time was a rush\nWhat about the third time? The third time felt like sex\nWhat kind of guns did you use? Choppers, uzis, tecs\nWhatever ones work best, I make a mess\nPuncture the flesh by putting holes in the chest\nVandalism, taggin' all kind of motherfuckers names on the wall\nScandalism, dyin' over all kind of\nSenseless shit, that small idle death\nStealin' cars for fun, snatchin' purses, 'cause I'm young and dumb\nIf you a tourist, check your maps, don't make the wrong turn\nMight end up in the hood where you don't belong\n\nSituation I'm in\nIt seems I'm in this situation again\nI fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin\nWhy must this gut keep on cryin'?\nSituation I'm in\nIt seems I'm in this situation again\nI fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin\nWhy must this shit always involve dyin'?\n\nRocket don't stop, it, a rocket don't stop\nI got this dope yamp distributin' my wop\nBut if it was up to her foo we'd be fuckin' like beavers\nBut I'm an overachiever around these heaters, I don't needs a bitch\nSociety done fucked up and cheated that bitch\nNow she lookin' for a nigga like me to feed her and shit\nDumb bitch better quit, that motherfucker first degree\nHe keep a leash on his dick, take notes\nIf I'd have poked folks, I'd tell you 'bout my stroke\nBut I done been gave that up, ain't healthy no more\n'Cause of this yamp and her feelings\nShe strapped with the homies and I'm with mine\nGot all the Sacramento in a bind\nEasy yamp must die\nThe situation just ain't right\n'Cause she got to bumpin' her gums like her mama so I called her\nI said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter\n\nPenos at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back\nTalkin' 'bout takin' me down to the Sac\nCounty jail strapped up 'cause I did a jack\nArmed and dangerous, waited six months to come and get me\nKnowin' I'm in the straps 'cause every\nTime I get caught one was sittin' with me\nTwo times before this, now add one more to the program quick\nShackled down, now I'm on a mission\nTo a one man cell with the quickness\nThinkin' 'bout the work that I did that night\nAnd what went wrong to get her out her car\nThirty G bail costs to get me off, fightin'\nOn the streets, fuck gettin' washed\nEvery two weeks another court date, thinkin' I can win, that's no lie\nKept it goin' on for some months, lookin' the judge right in the eye\nFeelin' his anger, watchin' fools before me\nPetty crimes and he's givin' 'em time\nBein' a bitch about it, muggin' on me\nNigga talkin' shit to me, heated like\nPointin' guns at individuals, huh, I despise motherfuckers like you\nSo it ain't no love in me judgin' you, so what you gonna do?\nTake it to another courtroom, and that's the first step for me\nMy lawyer knew the DA, you know, so he\nTried to hook a brother up, you see\nIf I did take a deal, it's only one year guaranteed\nBut I'm 'bout to get work furlough in a couple more weeks\nTryin' to give me ten years if I go\nTo trial and lose, the motherfucker\nThen I messed around and had to go back to\nThe first judge who said no work furlough\nI wasn't gettin' off that easy, my case had a little substance\nAnd the odds stacked against me, no frontin'\n, Choices need to be made on the seventh\nA catch-22 in my midst, 'cause either way I'm fucked\nGo to trial where I'll probably lose and take my ass on the run\nOr take a deal to a lesser charge, either one I'm gettin' struck\n'Cause doin' time is a mental thing and that got a motherfucker stuck\nSituations\n\nI realize it's a situation of sin\nWhy must this shit always involve dyin'?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.44]Fuck these niggas, nah, fuck these niggas\n[00:07.69]Nah, nah, fuck these niggas, nah, fuck these niggas\n[00:14.09]Nah, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas\n[00:41.75]The only one who ever saw my face, must erase\n[00:44.84]Had to get filthy dirty\n[00:46.21]Left him in his driveway soakin' wet\n[00:47.93]Hope nobody heard me\n[00:49.36]I'm out that motherfucker with four pounds of that shamrock\n[00:52.15]Ziplock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask\n[00:54.75]In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous\n[00:57.30]Stroke that nigga like a zigzag rolled cigarette\n[00:59.46]And I do it to get my dick wet, brain grain rot\n[01:02.50]I was a twelve year old gettin' raped by my mama's partner\n[01:05.39]So I been in pussy since I could start nuttin'\n[01:07.56]I'm off that Chloraseptic and that Robitussin\n[01:09.98]Had an appetite for the wrong niggas\n[01:11.47]Said he was real meat, but I knew he wasn't\n[01:13.72]Had me jumpin' out the back of Cadillacs on\n[01:16.72]Stinky smell to me, can't even hug my mama\n[01:19.87]So sick I can't sleep at night, might swallow my tongue\n[01:22.86]Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run\n[01:25.14]Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, we barbeque\n[01:29.06]In a faulty situation, that's how we do it\n[01:31.71]Situation I'm in\n[01:33.76]It seems I'm in this situation again\n[01:36.78]I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin\n[01:40.46]Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin'\n[01:43.15]Look at the situation I'm in\n[01:45.83]It seems I'm in this situation again\n[01:48.94]I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin\n[01:52.50]Why must this shit always involve dyin'?\n[01:55.98]I'm in grave shit like Sosa, Big Bank Hank\n[01:58.74]Smellin' hydrofluoric souped up Nova, pushin' crank\n[02:01.79]Callin' shots on my gossiper, faulty as Chip\n[02:05.13]1-800-LOCK-A-NUMBA on the left side of my hip\n[02:08.19]Neighborhood watch, better watch that ass\n[02:11.21]I'm a paper boy and I collects that cash\n[02:14.36]One more motherfuckin' complaint and your ass ain't gon' last\n[02:16.85]On the block, on the block, I clock cash so fast\n[02:19.66]This is a stick up, nigga, don't even try it\n[02:22.12]If you go as far as the blinkin' eye, motherfucker, you gon' die\n[02:25.96]Pressure I apply, no lie, I just got finished doin' ten\n[02:29.93]For what? For killin' my best friend\n[02:32.02]And I'll murder again if I'm forced, then I must\n[02:35.15]After the first time, the second time was a rush\n[02:37.91]What about the third time? The third time felt like sex\n[02:41.10]What kind of guns did you use? 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For killin' my best friend\n  And I'll murder again if I'm forced, then I must\n  After the first time, the second time was a rush\n  What about the third time? The third time felt like sex\n  What kind of guns did you use? 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Test that theory\nYou can come through, I got that fully and that Teflon with me\nSpit tec-rhyme quickly\nPut it in the gap like new clothes it ain't no loopholes, just bullet holes\nOpen up that door let it off then pull it closed\nAnd I smash off in the blue impala I do, I'm proper\nI'm not your average, I loom the bloc up and threw the bloc up\nIt's for moves or no moves in an old-school tinted windows\nI know dudes, that'll run up on you that's my kinfolks\nBeen broke and totin toasters most of my\n\nKnow it so it don't mean nothin'\nFeed em' the 4 don't lеad em' bleed em'\nWe comе, hardcore, spittin gunshots at your car door (hey)\nYou don't wanna' with us we got choppers, knockers\nMore Glocks that partners pop ya\nBlock blocker\n24 street mo get ripgut you gon' find ya guts\n24 lines I gotta' mix it up in a liquor get you got you forgot about you\nMurder watch at ya'\nHit you get you split you in half like a cut was breakin up\n\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\nI'ma do it movin' dot com\nGet it all out my system towards the\n94 Christmas and they ran in your house\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\nI'ma do it movin' dot com\nGet it all out my system towards the\n94' Christmas and they ran in your house\n\nYeah I'm loco, indo, six-four, four-four\nWho's that lookin' through my window\nThey lookin funny, finna' gon' catch sum slugs\nAy Brother Lynch Hung, watch the hoes get dubbed\nI'ma thug to the fullest, my gat, I'm gon' pull it\nI'm number one in the hood with a bullet (aha)\nBullet round my rap, check the one for my strap (aha)\nIn the west call it the hood, down south its the trap (ah)\n\nNow my cap say Compton or LA at all times\nI rep turf every time that I rhyme\nAnd I move extra careful, no sleepin'\n'Cause it's Compton for life and I'm in so deep (and so deep)\nAnd as long as I stay hood, no fame glory\nDeep the blue MC spittin' my gang story\nMy life till the end hood rats n gats (rats and gats)\nOGs in the pen doing life for respect (doing life respect)\n\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\nI'ma do it movin' dot com\nGet it all out my system towards the\n94 Christmas and they ran in your house\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\nI'ma do it movin' dot com\nGet it all out my system toward the\n94' Christmas and they ran in your house\n\nBloc (bloc) move (move) nice that's the lingo\nKill everybody and myself before I let everything go\nI'm sickle, I'm schizo, packin' pistols get ghosts like Casper\nLeave your brains on the dashboard\nI gotta fat saw like nascar, out, out\nAin't too many I can trust though\nSittin' and holla' at the studio\nMe and MC Eight doing it, up\nAin't that a I'm all up in the same shit\nSituation get thick, I'll call that hit right now\n\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\nI'ma do it movin' dot com\nGet it all out my system towards the\n94' Christmas and they ran in your house\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\nI'ma do it movin' dot com\nGet it all out my system toward the\n94 Christmas and they ran in your house\n\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\nI'ma do it movin' dot com\nGet it all out my system towards the\n94 Christmas and they ran in your house\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\nYou don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\nI'ma do it movin' dot com\nGet it all out my system toward the\n94 Christmas and they ran in your house","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.44]Hm\n[00:06.14]Ya'll don't know who I know\n[00:10.67]Me and MC Eight\n[00:16.09]This ain't the regular\n[00:20.68]This is something different\n[00:24.41]You think I'm bull? Test that theory\n[00:26.89]You can come through, I got that fully and that Teflon with me\n[00:29.66]Spit tec-rhyme quickly\n[00:30.55]Put it in the gap like new clothes it ain't no loopholes, just bullet holes\n[00:33.89]Open up that door let it off then pull it closed\n[00:35.99]And I smash off in the blue impala I do, I'm proper\n[00:39.14]I'm not your average, I loom the bloc up and threw the bloc up\n[00:42.20]It's for moves or no moves in an old-school tinted windows\n[00:45.17]I know dudes, that'll run up on you that's my kinfolks\n[00:48.30]Been broke and totin toasters most of my\n[00:50.27]Know it so it don't mean nothin'\n[00:52.49]Feed em' the 4 don't lеad em' bleed em'\n[00:54.35]We comе, hardcore, spittin gunshots at your car door (hey)\n[00:57.21]You don't wanna' with us we got choppers, knockers\n[00:59.02]More Glocks that partners pop ya\n[01:00.69]Block blocker\n[01:01.62]24 street mo get ripgut you gon' find ya guts\n[01:03.92]24 lines I gotta' mix it up in a liquor get you got you forgot about you\n[01:07.81]Murder watch at ya'\n[01:08.43]Hit you get you split you in half like a cut was breakin up\n[01:11.95]You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\n[01:14.90]You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\n[01:17.72]I'ma do it movin' dot com\n[01:19.53]Get it all out my system towards the\n[01:21.45]94 Christmas and they ran in your house\n[01:23.53]You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\n[01:26.77]You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\n[01:29.50]I'ma do it movin' dot com\n[01:31.70]Get it all out my system towards the\n[01:33.36]94' Christmas and they ran in your house\n[01:35.79]Yeah I'm loco, indo, six-four, four-four\n[01:39.30]Who's that lookin' through my window\n[01:42.05]They lookin funny, finna' gon' catch sum slugs\n[01:45.05]Ay Brother Lynch Hung, watch the hoes get dubbed\n[01:47.85]I'ma thug to the fullest, my gat, I'm gon' pull it\n[01:50.94]I'm number one in the hood with 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You think I'm bull? Test that theory\n  You can come through, I got that fully and that Teflon with me\n  Spit tec-rhyme quickly\n  Put it in the gap like new clothes it ain't no loopholes, just bullet holes\n  Open up that door let it off then pull it closed\n  And I smash off in the blue impala I do, I'm proper\n  I'm not your average, I loom the bloc up and threw the bloc up\n  It's for moves or no moves in an old-school tinted windows\n  I know dudes, that'll run up on you that's my kinfolks\n  Been broke and totin toasters most of my\n\n  Know it so it don't mean nothin'\n  Feed em' the 4 don't lеad em' bleed em'\n  We comе, hardcore, spittin gunshots at your car door (hey)\n  You don't wanna' with us we got choppers, knockers\n  More Glocks that partners pop ya\n  Block blocker\n  24 street mo get ripgut you gon' find ya guts\n  24 lines I gotta' mix it up in a liquor get you got you forgot about you\n  Murder watch at ya'\n  Hit you get you split you in half like a cut was breakin up\n\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\n  I'ma do it movin' dot com\n  Get it all out my system towards the\n  94 Christmas and they ran in your house\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\n  I'ma do it movin' dot com\n  Get it all out my system towards the\n  94' Christmas and they ran in your house\n\n  Yeah I'm loco, indo, six-four, four-four\n  Who's that lookin' through my window\n  They lookin funny, finna' gon' catch sum slugs\n  Ay Brother Lynch Hung, watch the hoes get dubbed\n  I'ma thug to the fullest, my gat, I'm gon' pull it\n  I'm number one in the hood with a bullet (aha)\n  Bullet round my rap, check the one for my strap (aha)\n  In the west call it the hood, down south its the trap (ah)\n\n  Now my cap say Compton or LA at all times\n  I rep turf every time that I rhyme\n  And I move extra careful, no sleepin'\n  'Cause it's Compton for life and I'm in so deep (and so deep)\n  And as long as I stay hood, no fame glory\n  Deep the blue MC spittin' my gang story\n  My life till the end hood rats n gats (rats and gats)\n  OGs in the pen doing life for respect (doing life respect)\n\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\n  I'ma do it movin' dot com\n  Get it all out my system towards the\n  94 Christmas and they ran in your house\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\n  I'ma do it movin' dot com\n  Get it all out my system toward the\n  94' Christmas and they ran in your house\n\n  Bloc (bloc) move (move) nice that's the lingo\n  Kill everybody and myself before I let everything go\n  I'm sickle, I'm schizo, packin' pistols get ghosts like Casper\n  Leave your brains on the dashboard\n  I gotta fat saw like nascar, out, out\n  Ain't too many I can trust though\n  Sittin' and holla' at the studio\n  Me and MC Eight doing it, up\n  Ain't that a I'm all up in the same shit\n  Situation get thick, I'll call that hit right now\n\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\n  I'ma do it movin' dot com\n  Get it all out my system towards the\n  94' Christmas and they ran in your house\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\n  I'ma do it movin' dot com\n  Get it all out my system toward the\n  94 Christmas and they ran in your house\n\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\n  I'ma do it movin' dot com\n  Get it all out my system towards the\n  94 Christmas and they ran in your house\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you\n  You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you\n  I'ma do it movin' dot com\n  Get it all out my system toward the\n  94 Christmas and they ran in your house\n"},{"id":19557117,"name":"Buy Another Gun","trackName":"Buy Another Gun","artistName":"Brotha Lynch Hung","albumName":"The New Season & Keep It Gangsta (Deluxe Edition)","duration":333.346667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this song's about homies, man\nYou know, real homies, fake homies, all of the above, you know?\nKind of a touchy subject man, but niggas gotta go there, you know?\nMe and MC Eiht back again, yeah\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life, yeah\n\nWhere was them - when I was broke, selling -\nOutta my grandma's window? No hope, no indo\nNo homies, just a couple, like Big Hollis and Sicx\nTrying to make dollars make cents, trying to make life make sense\n'Cause - come and go like the 81 bus\nAnd that's why I talk a lot of -, I can make 81 cuts\nI was doing bad, down to like 81 bucks\nBe hella mad if I buy 81 trucks\n\nI put the key in the slot, I'm about to take off\nI'm Nicolas Cage, run up, - I'll rip your face off\nI don't trust nobody, real homies I keep them\nFake homies I bleed them, - I creep like the reaper\nAnd you won't even see him, this - tried to follow me home\nHad me hitting extra rights and unlocking the chrome\nI live my life like it's a war outside (yeah)\nThink what you say, say what you say, but it's more about pride\nAnyway\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nIs there a heaven for a gangsta? That's the question\nSomebody might find out, these fools keep testing\nAll I'm trying to do is feed my kids\nAnd stop the bad dreams when I close my lids\nI got a late-night chirp, my - got shot\nI told my - homie that the block was hot\nYou made it this far, and now you got hit?\nAnd I can't think straight, I'm on some serious -\n\nGot me all torn up, I swore to get back\nI know the enemy waiting for the - to crack\nAnd I'm trying to think about my - kids at home (my kids at home)\nAnd what they're gonna do if their daddy is gone (daddy is gone)\nA thin line between freedom and a D.A\nCaught with the AK, a 20-year delay\nNow the judge wants to hit a - with the book\nSo the deal for the 20 a - quickly took, yeah\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nWhat's the meaning to this hood shit? Don't ask me\nWhen a hood - stuck in the CPT (wadup)\nThey won't hire an ex-felon with a record (wadup)\nSo I put it all down on record, - check it\nGun check .45, it's hard to survive (that's right)\nEnemies real close, - trying to connive (that's right)\nAnd I deal with the stress of the everyday streets\nEvery block got a - trying to hustle for eats, yeah (wadup Lynch)\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nYeah, these days, it's kinda hard to get\nIt's kinda hard to get new homies\nYou kinda develop business partners\nAnd then hopefully over time, you'll develop into a friend relationship\nBut if not, you only keep a couple homies by the time you're 60 that you end up seeing before you pass\nSo this is to all my real homies, shouts out to Eiht, Sac, Big Hollis, all my Siccmade -\nFunk Gator for being there during my whole career, yeah\nAnd shouts out to my - Sicx, Max Kunis\nI gotta give you that love man, we still thinking about you around here\n- what everybody think, yeah\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.18] Yeah, this song's about homies, man\n[00:05.32] You know, real homies, fake homies, all of the above, you know?\n[00:12.49] Kind of a touchy subject man, but niggas gotta go there, you know?\n[00:19.94] Me and MC Eiht back again, yeah\n[00:24.13] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[00:27.78] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[00:31.10] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[00:33.60] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[00:36.81] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[00:40.12] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[00:43.42] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[00:46.11] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life, yeah\n[00:50.49] Where was them - when I was broke, selling -\n[00:52.86] Outta my grandma's window? No hope, no indo\n[00:56.07] No homies, just a couple, like Big Hollis and Sicx\n[00:58.94] Trying to make dollars make cents, trying to make life make sense\n[01:02.02] 'Cause - come and go like the 81 bus\n[01:05.38] And that's why I talk a lot of -, I can make 81 cuts\n[01:08.61] I was doing bad, down to like 81 bucks\n[01:11.62] Be hella mad if I buy 81 trucks\n[01:15.14] I put the key in the slot, I'm about to take off\n[01:18.05] I'm Nicolas Cage, run up, - I'll rip your face off\n[01:21.32] I don't trust nobody, real homies I keep them\n[01:24.16] Fake homies I bleed them, - I creep like the reaper\n[01:26.98] And you won't even see him, this - tried to follow me home\n[01:30.64] Had me hitting extra rights and unlocking the chrome\n[01:33.06] I live my life like it's a war outside (yeah)\n[01:35.36] Think what you say, say what you say, but it's more about pride\n[01:38.59] Anyway\n[01:39.22] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[01:42.66] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[01:45.97] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[01:48.66] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[01:51.67] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[01:55.00] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[01:58.38] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[02:00.94] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[02:04.40] Is there a heaven for a gangsta? That's the question\n[02:07.67] Somebody might find out, these fools keep testing\n[02:10.85] All I'm trying to do is feed my kids\n[02:13.73] And stop the bad dreams when I close my lids\n[02:16.91] I got a late-night chirp, my - got shot\n[02:19.76] I told my - homie that the block was hot\n[02:23.42] You made it this far, and now you got hit?\n[02:26.28] And I can't think straight, I'm on some serious -\n[02:29.31] Got me all torn up, I swore to get back\n[02:31.96] I know the enemy waiting for the - to crack\n[02:35.59] And I'm trying to think about my - kids at home (my kids at home)\n[02:38.80] And what they're gonna do if their daddy is gone (daddy is gone)\n[02:41.78] A thin line between freedom and a D.A\n[02:44.81] Caught with the AK, a 20-year delay\n[02:47.84] Now the judge wants to hit a - with the book\n[02:51.01] So the deal for the 20 a - quickly took, yeah\n[02:54.22] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[02:57.38] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[03:00.61] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[03:03.25] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[03:06.56] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[03:09.86] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[03:12.95] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[03:15.98] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[03:19.23] What's the meaning to this hood shit? Don't ask me\n[03:22.42] When a hood - stuck in the CPT (wadup)\n[03:25.34] They won't hire an ex-felon with a record (wadup)\n[03:28.58] So I put it all down on record, - check it\n[03:31.84] Gun check .45, it's hard to survive (that's right)\n[03:34.91] Enemies real close, - trying to connive (that's right)\n[03:37.83] And I deal with the stress of the everyday streets\n[03:40.94] Every block got a - trying to hustle for eats, yeah (wadup Lynch)\n[03:43.98] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[03:47.48] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[03:50.56] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[03:53.30] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[03:56.43] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[03:59.97] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[04:03.06] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[04:05.55] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[04:09.84] Yeah, these days, it's kinda hard to get\n[04:14.15] It's kinda hard to get new homies\n[04:16.64] You kinda develop business partners\n[04:20.10] And then hopefully over time, you'll develop into a friend relationship\n[04:27.16] But if not, you only keep a couple homies by the time you're 60 that you end up seeing before you pass\n[04:33.77] So this is to all my real homies, shouts out to Eiht, Sac, Big Hollis, all my Siccmade -\n[04:41.71] Funk Gator for being there during my whole career, yeah\n[04:47.19] And shouts out to my - Sicx, Max Kunis\n[04:51.85] I gotta give you that love man, we still thinking about you around here\n[04:56.81] - what everybody think, yeah\n[04:58.84] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[05:02.11] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[05:05.47] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[05:08.09] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[05:11.49] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[05:14.49] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[05:17.72] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[05:20.43] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[05:24.19] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Buy Another Gun\n  artist: Brotha Lynch Hung\n  album: The New Season & Keep It Gangsta (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 333347\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, this song's about homies, man\n  start_ms: 1180\n  end_ms: 5320\n- text: You know, real homies, fake homies, all of the above, you know?\n  start_ms: 5320\n  end_ms: 12490\n- text: Kind of a touchy subject man, but niggas gotta go there, you know?\n  start_ms: 12490\n  end_ms: 19940\n- text: Me and MC Eiht back again, yeah\n  start_ms: 19940\n  end_ms: 24130\n- text: I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n  start_ms: 24130\n  end_ms: 27780\n- text: I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n  start_ms: 27780\n  end_ms: 31100\n- text: Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n  start_ms: 31100\n  end_ms: 33600\n- text: Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n  start_ms: 33600\n  end_ms: 36810\n- text: I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n  start_ms: 36810\n  end_ms: 40120\n- text: I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n  start_ms: 40120\n  end_ms: 43420\n- text: Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n  start_ms: 43420\n  end_ms: 46110\n- text: Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life, yeah\n  start_ms: 46110\n  end_ms: 50490\n- text: Where was them - when I was broke, selling -\n  start_ms: 50490\n  end_ms: 52860\n- text: Outta my grandma's window? 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What?\n  Uh-huh, yeah\n\n  Y'all ready for the all out, calling out?\n  Bitch want a nigga that's ballin' out (Ballin' out)\n  Money ain't right, they fallin' out (Fallin' out)\n  In the doghouse all night, calling out (Calling out)\n  Spend money like stylin' out\n  Every night sunset, wildin' out\n\n  All that I plays, all in my face\n  Next thing you know I'm grippin' her waist\n  Hit the pillow in her face\n  All up in your place\n\n  Dick all up in your face\n\n  I just exercise game on a bitch (And what?)\n  Hang out the window, chain slang on a bitch (And what?)\n  Cock game, then aim on a bitch (And what?)\n  Tryna get off into the brain on a bitch (And what?)\n  Bet that I make change on a bitch\n  Flip four point six range on a bitch (Bitch)\n  Same nigga, same trick, same wrist\n  Nigga just frostbit\n\n  At the bar off six bottles of Cris'\n  Hookers look like models and shit\n\n  Nigga, 'cause we gangsta\n  We like, \"Fuck a ho\"\n  Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though\n  Gangsta\n  We like, \"Fuck a ho\"\n  Never thinkin' of 'em, though\n\n  Gangsta\n\n  We like, \"Fuck a ho\"\n  Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though\n  Gangsta\n  We like, \"Fuck a ho\"\n  Never thinkin' of 'em, though\n  Gangsta\n  We like, \"Fuck a ho\"\n  Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though\n  Gangsta\n\n  We like, \"Fuck a ho\"\n  Never thinkin' of 'em, though\n\n  I used to ball\n  Like Mark Hopkins, Wendell, and Doggie Jerome\n\n  Used to\n  Hang out the window with the nine chrome when it was on\n  Used to\n  Sing out the window when I was fourteen years old\n  It was one o'clock in the morning, in her window\n  Hard as a stone, gotta get it on\n  Hit domes, split domes, put chromes in they crevices\n\n  Gotta let it rip\n  Better hope that clip don't split you like a lettuce\n  Got a fetish for meat, retreat\n  Penetration, generating the heat\n  Beat to the slutty meat\n  Got it all on my Dickies and seats (Fuck)\n  Never trusted a ho, just busted a ho in the grill\n  I'm the type of nigga that'll get real\n  Shoot them slugs in your bill, gotta get that mill'\n  Gotta pop that pill too\n\n  Gotta fuck you 'til I kill you\n  Like rip, don't even trip\n\n  Eat 'em up like soul food, this is four, fool\n  And the nine connected\n\n  Double jeopardy if you step to me\n  Get a hysterectomy for disrespectin' me\n  Expect to leak your life away\n  Used to cut 'em up in little pieces for the meat grip\n  Hooked the meat like fish fillet\n\n  Nigga, 'cause we gangsta\n  We like, \"Fuck a ho\"\n  Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though\n  Gangsta\n  We like, \"Fuck a ho\"\n  Never thinkin' of 'em, though\n\n  Gangsta\n\n  We like, \"Fuck a ho\"\n  Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though\n  Gangsta\n  We like, \"Fuck a ho\"\n  Never thinkin' of 'em, though\n  Gangsta\n  We like, \"Fuck a ho\"\n  Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though\n  Gangsta\n\n  We like, \"Fuck a ho\"\n  Never thinkin' of 'em, though\n\n  I'm a rhyme fanatic\n  Titanic grinder, used to minor static\n  Tryna have it, automatic MAC\n  Black vagina addict, silly rabbit\n\n  Tricks is for kids, you must be crazy\n  'Cause screwin' got niggas doin' bids and pushin' up daisies\n  It never ceases to amaze me what niggas do for the cock\n  Like what G's do for the block and these fiends do for the rock\n  Tick-tock, it don't stop\n  From the back, bottom, or on top, we got 'em hot\n  If we can't make it crack, then it won't pop\n\n  Pop\n"},{"id":27144432,"name":"Buy Another Gun","trackName":"Buy Another Gun","artistName":"Brotha Lynch Hung","albumName":"The New Season / Keep It Gangsta (2 for 1: Special Edition)","duration":333.346667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this song's about homies, man\nYou know, real homies, fake homies, all of the above, you know?\nKind of a touchy subject man, but niggas gotta go there, you know?\nMe and MC Eiht back again, yeah\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life, yeah\n\nWhere was them - when I was broke, selling -\nOutta my grandma's window? No hope, no indo\nNo homies, just a couple, like Big Hollis and Sicx\nTrying to make dollars make cents, trying to make life make sense\n'Cause - come and go like the 81 bus\nAnd that's why I talk a lot of -, I can make 81 cuts\nI was doing bad, down to like 81 bucks\nBe hella mad if I buy 81 trucks\n\nI put the key in the slot, I'm about to take off\nI'm Nicolas Cage, run up, - I'll rip your face off\nI don't trust nobody, real homies I keep them\nFake homies I bleed them, - I creep like the reaper\nAnd you won't even see him, this - tried to follow me home\nHad me hitting extra rights and unlocking the chrome\nI live my life like it's a war outside (yeah)\nThink what you say, say what you say, but it's more about pride\nAnyway\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nIs there a heaven for a gangsta? That's the question\nSomebody might find out, these fools keep testing\nAll I'm trying to do is feed my kids\nAnd stop the bad dreams when I close my lids\nI got a late-night chirp, my - got shot\nI told my - homie that the block was hot\nYou made it this far, and now you got hit?\nAnd I can't think straight, I'm on some serious -\n\nGot me all torn up, I swore to get back\nI know the enemy waiting for the - to crack\nAnd I'm trying to think about my - kids at home (my kids at home)\nAnd what they're gonna do if their daddy is gone (daddy is gone)\nA thin line between freedom and a D.A\nCaught with the AK, a 20-year delay\nNow the judge wants to hit a - with the book\nSo the deal for the 20 a - quickly took, yeah\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nWhat's the meaning to this hood shit? Don't ask me\nWhen a hood - stuck in the CPT (wadup)\nThey won't hire an ex-felon with a record (wadup)\nSo I put it all down on record, - check it\nGun check .45, it's hard to survive (that's right)\nEnemies real close, - trying to connive (that's right)\nAnd I deal with the stress of the everyday streets\nEvery block got a - trying to hustle for eats, yeah (wadup Lynch)\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nYeah, these days, it's kinda hard to get\nIt's kinda hard to get new homies\nYou kinda develop business partners\nAnd then hopefully over time, you'll develop into a friend relationship\nBut if not, you only keep a couple homies by the time you're 60 that you end up seeing before you pass\nSo this is to all my real homies, shouts out to Eiht, Sac, Big Hollis, all my Siccmade -\nFunk Gator for being there during my whole career, yeah\nAnd shouts out to my - Sicx, Max Kunis\nI gotta give you that love man, we still thinking about you around here\n- what everybody think, yeah\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n\nI had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\nI had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\nGotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\nKeep real homies for like, keep real homies for life","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.18] Yeah, this song's about homies, man\n[00:05.32] You know, real homies, fake homies, all of the above, you know?\n[00:12.49] Kind of a touchy subject man, but niggas gotta go there, you know?\n[00:19.94] Me and MC Eiht back again, yeah\n[00:24.13] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[00:27.78] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[00:31.10] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[00:33.60] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[00:36.81] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[00:40.12] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[00:43.42] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[00:46.11] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life, yeah\n[00:50.49] Where was them - when I was broke, selling -\n[00:52.86] Outta my grandma's window? No hope, no indo\n[00:56.07] No homies, just a couple, like Big Hollis and Sicx\n[00:58.94] Trying to make dollars make cents, trying to make life make sense\n[01:02.02] 'Cause - come and go like the 81 bus\n[01:05.38] And that's why I talk a lot of -, I can make 81 cuts\n[01:08.61] I was doing bad, down to like 81 bucks\n[01:11.62] Be hella mad if I buy 81 trucks\n[01:15.14] I put the key in the slot, I'm about to take off\n[01:18.05] I'm Nicolas Cage, run up, - I'll rip your face off\n[01:21.32] I don't trust nobody, real homies I keep them\n[01:24.16] Fake homies I bleed them, - I creep like the reaper\n[01:26.98] And you won't even see him, this - tried to follow me home\n[01:30.64] Had me hitting extra rights and unlocking the chrome\n[01:33.06] I live my life like it's a war outside (yeah)\n[01:35.36] Think what you say, say what you say, but it's more about pride\n[01:38.59] Anyway\n[01:39.22] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[01:42.66] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[01:45.97] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[01:48.66] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[01:51.67] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[01:55.00] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[01:58.38] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[02:00.94] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[02:04.40] Is there a heaven for a gangsta? That's the question\n[02:07.67] Somebody might find out, these fools keep testing\n[02:10.85] All I'm trying to do is feed my kids\n[02:13.73] And stop the bad dreams when I close my lids\n[02:16.91] I got a late-night chirp, my - got shot\n[02:19.76] I told my - homie that the block was hot\n[02:23.42] You made it this far, and now you got hit?\n[02:26.28] And I can't think straight, I'm on some serious -\n[02:29.31] Got me all torn up, I swore to get back\n[02:31.96] I know the enemy waiting for the - to crack\n[02:35.59] And I'm trying to think about my - kids at home (my kids at home)\n[02:38.80] And what they're gonna do if their daddy is gone (daddy is gone)\n[02:41.78] A thin line between freedom and a D.A\n[02:44.81] Caught with the AK, a 20-year delay\n[02:47.84] Now the judge wants to hit a - with the book\n[02:51.01] So the deal for the 20 a - quickly took, yeah\n[02:54.22] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[02:57.38] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[03:00.61] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[03:03.25] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[03:06.56] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[03:09.86] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[03:12.95] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[03:15.98] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[03:19.23] What's the meaning to this hood shit? Don't ask me\n[03:22.42] When a hood - stuck in the CPT (wadup)\n[03:25.34] They won't hire an ex-felon with a record (wadup)\n[03:28.58] So I put it all down on record, - check it\n[03:31.84] Gun check .45, it's hard to survive (that's right)\n[03:34.91] Enemies real close, - trying to connive (that's right)\n[03:37.83] And I deal with the stress of the everyday streets\n[03:40.94] Every block got a - trying to hustle for eats, yeah (wadup Lynch)\n[03:43.98] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[03:47.48] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[03:50.56] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[03:53.30] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[03:56.43] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[03:59.97] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[04:03.06] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[04:05.55] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[04:09.84] Yeah, these days, it's kinda hard to get\n[04:14.15] It's kinda hard to get new homies\n[04:16.64] You kinda develop business partners\n[04:20.10] And then hopefully over time, you'll develop into a friend relationship\n[04:27.16] But if not, you only keep a couple homies by the time you're 60 that you end up seeing before you pass\n[04:33.77] So this is to all my real homies, shouts out to Eiht, Sac, Big Hollis, all my Siccmade -\n[04:41.71] Funk Gator for being there during my whole career, yeah\n[04:47.19] And shouts out to my - Sicx, Max Kunis\n[04:51.85] I gotta give you that love man, we still thinking about you around here\n[04:56.81] - what everybody think, yeah\n[04:58.84] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[05:02.11] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[05:05.47] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[05:08.09] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[05:11.49] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n[05:14.49] I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n[05:17.72] Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n[05:20.43] Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n[05:24.19] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Buy Another Gun\n  artist: Brotha Lynch Hung\n  album: 'The New Season / Keep It Gangsta (2 for 1: Special Edition)'\n  duration_ms: 333347\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, this song's about homies, man\n  start_ms: 1180\n  end_ms: 5320\n- text: You know, real homies, fake homies, all of the above, you know?\n  start_ms: 5320\n  end_ms: 12490\n- text: Kind of a touchy subject man, but niggas gotta go there, you know?\n  start_ms: 12490\n  end_ms: 19940\n- text: Me and MC Eiht back again, yeah\n  start_ms: 19940\n  end_ms: 24130\n- text: I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n  start_ms: 24130\n  end_ms: 27780\n- text: I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n  start_ms: 27780\n  end_ms: 31100\n- text: Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n  start_ms: 31100\n  end_ms: 33600\n- text: Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life\n  start_ms: 33600\n  end_ms: 36810\n- text: I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)\n  start_ms: 36810\n  end_ms: 40120\n- text: I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)\n  start_ms: 40120\n  end_ms: 43420\n- text: Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)\n  start_ms: 43420\n  end_ms: 46110\n- text: Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life, yeah\n  start_ms: 46110\n  end_ms: 50490\n- text: Where was them - when I was broke, selling -\n  start_ms: 50490\n  end_ms: 52860\n- text: Outta my grandma's window? 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Hm\nYeah, yeah\nC-Bo, Brotha Lynch\nWest Coast, West Coast\nOn the map, on the map\nWhat? 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