[{"id":5237840,"name":"Akickdoe!","trackName":"Akickdoe!","artistName":"C-Murder","albumName":"Best Of C-Murder","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\n\nYo C-Murder\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\nPass the weed (ok)\nWe gon' head up interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\nWe gon' handle our business\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O.\nCuz u know whut?\nUs South niggaz don't playa hate\nWe got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time baby\nWe gon' handle our business\nAnd we gonna do this shit like g'z\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\n[Pimp C]\n\nThis game fucked up\nI ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\nUgh, and I'm a real nigga\nDown to put a forty-five to his head nigga\nLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\nTake that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\nNiggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\nThank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nAnd bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nAnd make a pimp bitch\nAnd never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n[Chorus x4]\n\nI'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n[Bun B]\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nChopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nSoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nGet that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nSo get the chip off your shoulder\nFeature this\nI done told yah\nWe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nThis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nThe fear in your eyes I see\nBitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nFor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\nCuz I'm down for a caper\n\n[Master P]\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm daily like Freddy\nYou see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nI got to much choice in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nThere would be no money or rapping.\n\n[Master P]\n\nYou see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\nCuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\nCuz I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nNigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?\n\n[Chorus till fade]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.89] [Master P]\n[00:02.59] Yo C-Murder\n[00:03.73] Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.30] Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n[00:07.16] Pass the weed (ok)\n[00:09.00] We gon' head up interstate 10\n[00:11.17] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:15.79] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n[00:16.84] We gon' handle our business\n[00:19.10] We gon' smoke\n[00:20.31] We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n[00:22.59] Cuz u know whut?\n[00:24.51] Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n[00:26.72] We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n[00:30.20] But it's your time baby\n[00:32.74] We gon' handle our business\n[00:33.85] And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n[00:36.10] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:37.32] Ya heard me?\n[00:37.62] [Pimp C]\n[00:37.96] This game fucked up\n[00:40.32] I ain't got no friends\n[00:41.96] I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n[00:46.00] Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n[00:48.39] Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n[00:51.45] Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:54.38] Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n[00:57.69] Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n[00:59.45] Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n[01:00.84] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:03.84] UGK and C-Murder\n[01:05.34] Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:07.14] Bout to fade the platinum\n[01:08.79] Smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:10.14] But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n[01:12.31] Serve my dick out her pussy\n[01:13.97] And bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:15.72] Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n[01:17.92] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:22.54] Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n[01:24.26] And make a pimp bitch\n[01:25.97] And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n[01:28.79] [Chorus x4]\n[01:29.38] I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n[01:30.62] Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:31.92] Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n[01:35.28] [Bun B]\n[01:40.88] They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:55.50] Now hold oon Bun B\n[01:57.20] I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:58.76] Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n[02:01.73] Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n[02:04.06] But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n[02:06.42] But I Gotta bust my magnums\n[02:08.25] Gotta gage these pistols\n[02:09.66] Hand grenades, and land mines\n[02:11.39] Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n[02:12.67] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:14.26] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:15.98] But all them bitches handle business\n[02:17.36] All of them violent\n[02:18.82] Bout it bout it and dangerous\n[02:20.51] Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:22.05] Bang with us, hang with us\n[02:23.74] Get that No Limit slang with us\n[02:25.18] I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n[02:26.55] So get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:29.79] Feature this\n[02:30.82] I done told yah\n[02:32.78] We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n[02:35.93] Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n[02:36.29] Sit down and take a time trip\n[02:37.65] This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:39.33] The fear in your eyes I see\n[02:41.07] Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n[02:43.47] [Chorus x2]\n[02:56.75] [C-Murder]\n[02:56.96] Lay it down muthafucka\n[02:57.86] Everybody gotta go\n[02:59.15] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[03:00.56] When I kick in the doe'\n[03:02.32] Nigga I'm mad at the world\n[03:04.29] For my lack of havin' papers\n[03:05.83] Fuck the law and the cops\n[03:07.45] Cuz I'm down for a caper\n[03:08.64] [Master P]\n[03:09.28] Some say we dangerous\n[03:10.73] Especially when we broke\n[03:11.92] I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:14.74] I just live for confetti\n[03:16.30] You see I'm daily like Freddy\n[03:17.98] You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n[03:21.07] [C-Murder]\n[03:21.42] I got to much choice in my head\n[03:22.63] I wanna take my own life\n[03:24.12] My last chance is a 211\n[03:26.01] But it got me thankin' twicee\n[03:27.39] It's a drought right now\n[03:28.91] So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:30.43] And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:32.27] There would be no money or rapping.\n[03:33.45] [Master P]\n[03:33.72] You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n[03:36.62] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n[03:39.88] You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:42.99] Keep your eyez on your enemies\n[03:46.20] Stack some chips and get out man.\n[03:47.13] [C-Murder]\n[03:47.46] Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n[03:48.26] I'll be a down ass nigga\n[03:49.39] And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n[03:50.92] And make my cheese get bigger\n[03:52.38] If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n[03:54.48] Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n[03:55.66] Nigga 2 shots in the air\n[03:58.63] Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n[04:01.53] And if you bout i make a move\n[04:03.24] Nigga, everybody gotta go\n[04:05.27] Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n[04:06.55] With tapes hooked up\n[04:09.19] C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n[04:09.58] Now Nigga what?\n[04:10.53] [Chorus till fade]\n[04:32.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Akickdoe!\n artist: C-Murder\n album: Best Of C-Murder\n duration_ms: 275000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Master P]'\n start_ms: 1890\n end_ms: 2590\n- text: Yo C-Murder\n start_ms: 2590\n end_ms: 3730\n- text: Nigga you woke?\n start_ms: 3730\n end_ms: 5300\n- text: Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n start_ms: 5300\n end_ms: 7160\n- text: Pass the weed (ok)\n start_ms: 7160\n end_ms: 9000\n- text: We gon' head up interstate 10\n start_ms: 9000\n end_ms: 11170\n- text: We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n 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(huh nigga what?)\n start_ms: 59450\n end_ms: 60840\n- text: Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n start_ms: 60840\n end_ms: 63840\n- text: UGK and C-Murder\n start_ms: 63840\n end_ms: 65340\n- text: Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n start_ms: 65340\n end_ms: 67140\n- text: Bout to fade the platinum\n start_ms: 67140\n end_ms: 68790\n- text: Smoke some dank and some drank\n start_ms: 68790\n end_ms: 70140\n- text: But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n start_ms: 70140\n end_ms: 72310\n- text: Serve my dick out her pussy\n start_ms: 72310\n end_ms: 73970\n- text: And bust my nuts on her titties\n start_ms: 73970\n end_ms: 75720\n- text: Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n start_ms: 75720\n end_ms: 77920\n- text: With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n start_ms: 77920\n end_ms: 82540\n- text: Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n start_ms: 82540\n end_ms: 84260\n- text: And make a pimp bitch\n start_ms: 84260\n end_ms: 85970\n- text: And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n start_ms: 85970\n end_ms: 88790\n- text: '[Chorus x4]'\n start_ms: 88790\n end_ms: 89380\n- text: I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! 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Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n start_ms: 131390\n end_ms: 132670\n- text: Some of them bitches whistle\n start_ms: 132670\n end_ms: 134260\n- text: Some of them bitches silent\n start_ms: 134260\n end_ms: 135980\n- text: But all them bitches handle business\n start_ms: 135980\n end_ms: 137360\n- text: All of them violent\n start_ms: 137360\n end_ms: 138820\n- text: Bout it bout it and dangerous\n start_ms: 138820\n end_ms: 140510\n- text: Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n start_ms: 140510\n end_ms: 142050\n- text: Bang with us, hang with us\n start_ms: 142050\n end_ms: 143740\n- text: Get that No Limit slang with us\n start_ms: 143740\n end_ms: 145180\n- text: I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n start_ms: 145180\n end_ms: 146550\n- text: So get the chip off your shoulder\n start_ms: 146550\n end_ms: 149790\n- text: Feature this\n start_ms: 149790\n end_ms: 150820\n- text: I done told yah\n start_ms: 150820\n end_ms: 152780\n- text: We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n start_ms: 152780\n end_ms: 155930\n- text: Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n start_ms: 155930\n end_ms: 156290\n- text: Sit down and take a time trip\n start_ms: 156290\n end_ms: 157650\n- text: This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n start_ms: 157650\n end_ms: 159330\n- text: The fear in your eyes I see\n start_ms: 159330\n end_ms: 161070\n- text: Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n start_ms: 161070\n end_ms: 163470\n- text: '[Chorus x2]'\n start_ms: 163470\n end_ms: 176750\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 176750\n end_ms: 176960\n- text: Lay it down muthafucka\n start_ms: 176960\n end_ms: 177860\n- text: Everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 177860\n end_ms: 179150\n- text: Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n start_ms: 179150\n end_ms: 180560\n- text: When I kick in the doe'\n start_ms: 180560\n end_ms: 182320\n- text: Nigga I'm mad at the world\n start_ms: 182320\n end_ms: 184290\n- text: For my lack of havin' papers\n start_ms: 184290\n end_ms: 185830\n- text: Fuck the law and the cops\n start_ms: 185830\n end_ms: 187450\n- text: Cuz I'm down for a caper\n start_ms: 187450\n end_ms: 188640\n- text: '[Master P]'\n start_ms: 188640\n end_ms: 189280\n- text: Some say we dangerous\n start_ms: 189280\n end_ms: 190730\n- text: Especially when we broke\n start_ms: 190730\n end_ms: 191920\n- text: I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n start_ms: 191920\n end_ms: 194740\n- text: I just live for confetti\n start_ms: 194740\n end_ms: 196300\n- text: You see I'm daily like Freddy\n start_ms: 196300\n end_ms: 197980\n- text: You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n start_ms: 197980\n end_ms: 201070\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 201070\n end_ms: 201420\n- text: I got to much choice in my head\n start_ms: 201420\n end_ms: 202630\n- text: I wanna take my own life\n start_ms: 202630\n end_ms: 204120\n- text: My last chance is a 211\n start_ms: 204120\n end_ms: 206010\n- text: But it got me thankin' twicee\n start_ms: 206010\n end_ms: 207390\n- text: It's a drought right now\n start_ms: 207390\n end_ms: 208910\n- text: So these drugs ain't happenin'\n start_ms: 208910\n end_ms: 210430\n- text: And if it wasn't for No Limit\n start_ms: 210430\n end_ms: 212270\n- text: There would be no money or rapping.\n start_ms: 212270\n end_ms: 213450\n- text: '[Master P]'\n start_ms: 213450\n end_ms: 213720\n- text: You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n start_ms: 213720\n end_ms: 216620\n- text: The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n start_ms: 216620\n end_ms: 219880\n- text: You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n start_ms: 219880\n end_ms: 222990\n- text: Keep your eyez on your enemies\n start_ms: 222990\n end_ms: 226200\n- text: Stack some chips and get out man.\n start_ms: 226200\n end_ms: 227130\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 227130\n end_ms: 227460\n- text: Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n start_ms: 227460\n end_ms: 228260\n- text: I'll be a down ass nigga\n start_ms: 228260\n end_ms: 229390\n- text: And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n start_ms: 229390\n end_ms: 230920\n- text: And make my cheese get bigger\n start_ms: 230920\n end_ms: 232380\n- text: If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n start_ms: 232380\n end_ms: 234480\n- text: Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n start_ms: 234480\n end_ms: 235660\n- text: Nigga 2 shots in the air\n start_ms: 235660\n end_ms: 238630\n- text: Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n start_ms: 238630\n end_ms: 241530\n- text: And if you bout i make a move\n start_ms: 241530\n end_ms: 243240\n- text: Nigga, everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 243240\n end_ms: 245270\n- text: Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n start_ms: 245270\n end_ms: 246550\n- text: With tapes hooked up\n start_ms: 246550\n end_ms: 249190\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 249190\n end_ms: 249580\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 249580\n end_ms: 250530\n- text: '[Chorus till fade]'\n start_ms: 250530\n end_ms: 272960\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 272960\nplain: |-\n [Master P]\n\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n Cuz u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n [Pimp C]\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n And bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n And make a pimp bitch\n And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n [Chorus x4]\n\n I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n [Bun B]\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n Get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n So get the chip off your shoulder\n Feature this\n I done told yah\n We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n The fear in your eyes I see\n Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n [Chorus x2]\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n For my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n Cuz I'm down for a caper\n\n [Master P]\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm daily like Freddy\n You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n I got to much choice in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n There would be no money or rapping.\n\n [Master P]\n\n You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n Nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n\n [Chorus till fade]\n"},{"id":20954452,"name":"Akickdoe!","trackName":"Akickdoe!","artistName":"C-Murder","albumName":"Best Of C-Murder","duration":277.36,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\n\nYo C-Murder\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\nPass the weed (ok)\nWe gon' head up interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\nWe gon' handle our business\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O.\nCuz u know whut?\nUs South niggaz don't playa hate\nWe got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time baby\nWe gon' handle our business\nAnd we gonna do this shit like g'z\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\n[Pimp C]\n\nThis game fucked up\nI ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\nUgh, and I'm a real nigga\nDown to put a forty-five to his head nigga\nLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\nTake that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\nNiggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\nThank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nAnd bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nAnd make a pimp bitch\nAnd never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n[Chorus x4]\n\nI'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n[Bun B]\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nChopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nSoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nGet that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nSo get the chip off your shoulder\nFeature this\nI done told yah\nWe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nThis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nThe fear in your eyes I see\nBitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nFor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\nCuz I'm down for a caper\n\n[Master P]\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm daily like Freddy\nYou see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nI got to much choice in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nThere would be no money or rapping.\n\n[Master P]\n\nYou see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\nCuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\nCuz I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nNigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?\n\n[Chorus till fade]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.89] [Master P]\n[00:02.59] Yo C-Murder\n[00:03.73] Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.30] Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n[00:07.16] Pass the weed (ok)\n[00:09.00] We gon' head up interstate 10\n[00:11.17] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:15.79] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n[00:16.84] We gon' handle our business\n[00:19.10] We gon' smoke\n[00:20.31] We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n[00:22.59] Cuz u know whut?\n[00:24.51] Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n[00:26.72] We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n[00:30.20] But it's your time baby\n[00:32.74] We gon' handle our business\n[00:33.85] And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n[00:36.10] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:37.32] Ya heard me?\n[00:37.62] [Pimp C]\n[00:37.96] This game fucked up\n[00:40.32] I ain't got no friends\n[00:41.96] I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n[00:46.00] Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n[00:48.39] Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n[00:51.45] Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:54.38] Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n[00:57.69] Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n[00:59.45] Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n[01:00.84] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:03.84] UGK and C-Murder\n[01:05.34] Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:07.14] Bout to fade the platinum\n[01:08.79] Smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:10.14] But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n[01:12.31] Serve my dick out her pussy\n[01:13.97] And bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:15.72] Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n[01:17.92] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:22.54] Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n[01:24.26] And make a pimp bitch\n[01:25.97] And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n[01:28.79] [Chorus x4]\n[01:29.38] I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n[01:30.62] Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:31.92] Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n[01:35.28] [Bun B]\n[01:40.88] They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:55.50] Now hold oon Bun B\n[01:57.20] I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:58.76] Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n[02:01.73] Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n[02:04.06] But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n[02:06.42] But I Gotta bust my magnums\n[02:08.25] Gotta gage these pistols\n[02:09.66] Hand grenades, and land mines\n[02:11.39] Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n[02:12.67] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:14.26] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:15.98] But all them bitches handle business\n[02:17.36] All of them violent\n[02:18.82] Bout it bout it and dangerous\n[02:20.51] Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:22.05] Bang with us, hang with us\n[02:23.74] Get that No Limit slang with us\n[02:25.18] I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n[02:26.55] So get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:29.79] Feature this\n[02:30.82] I done told yah\n[02:32.78] We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n[02:35.93] Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n[02:36.29] Sit down and take a time trip\n[02:37.65] This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:39.33] The fear in your eyes I see\n[02:41.07] Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n[02:43.47] [Chorus x2]\n[02:56.75] [C-Murder]\n[02:56.96] Lay it down muthafucka\n[02:57.86] Everybody gotta go\n[02:59.15] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[03:00.56] When I kick in the doe'\n[03:02.32] Nigga I'm mad at the world\n[03:04.29] For my lack of havin' papers\n[03:05.83] Fuck the law and the cops\n[03:07.45] Cuz I'm down for a caper\n[03:08.64] [Master P]\n[03:09.28] Some say we dangerous\n[03:10.73] Especially when we broke\n[03:11.92] I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:14.74] I just live for confetti\n[03:16.30] You see I'm daily like Freddy\n[03:17.98] You see I run 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nigga\n start_ms: 228260\n end_ms: 229390\n- text: And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n start_ms: 229390\n end_ms: 230920\n- text: And make my cheese get bigger\n start_ms: 230920\n end_ms: 232380\n- text: If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n start_ms: 232380\n end_ms: 234480\n- text: Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n start_ms: 234480\n end_ms: 235660\n- text: Nigga 2 shots in the air\n start_ms: 235660\n end_ms: 238630\n- text: Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n start_ms: 238630\n end_ms: 241530\n- text: And if you bout i make a move\n start_ms: 241530\n end_ms: 243240\n- text: Nigga, everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 243240\n end_ms: 245270\n- text: Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n start_ms: 245270\n end_ms: 246550\n- text: With tapes hooked up\n start_ms: 246550\n end_ms: 249190\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 249190\n end_ms: 249580\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 249580\n end_ms: 250530\n- text: '[Chorus till fade]'\n start_ms: 250530\n end_ms: 272960\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 272960\nplain: |-\n [Master P]\n\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n Cuz u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n [Pimp C]\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n And bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n And make a pimp bitch\n And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n [Chorus x4]\n\n I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n [Bun B]\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n Get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n So get the chip off your shoulder\n Feature this\n I done told yah\n We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n The fear in your eyes I see\n Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n [Chorus x2]\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n For my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n Cuz I'm down for a caper\n\n [Master P]\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm daily like Freddy\n You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n I got to much choice in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n There would be no money or rapping.\n\n [Master P]\n\n You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n Nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n\n [Chorus till fade]\n"},{"id":38989788,"name":"Akickdoe!","trackName":"Akickdoe!","artistName":"C-Murder","albumName":"The Best of C-Murder","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\n\nYo C-Murder\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\nPass the weed (ok)\nWe gon' head up interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\nWe gon' handle our business\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O.\nCuz u know whut?\nUs South niggaz don't playa hate\nWe got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time baby\nWe gon' handle our business\nAnd we gonna do this shit like g'z\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\n[Pimp C]\n\nThis game fucked up\nI ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\nUgh, and I'm a real nigga\nDown to put a forty-five to his head nigga\nLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\nTake that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\nNiggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\nThank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nAnd bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nAnd make a pimp bitch\nAnd never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n[Chorus x4]\n\nI'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n[Bun B]\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nChopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nSoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nGet that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nSo get the chip off your shoulder\nFeature this\nI done told yah\nWe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nThis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nThe fear in your eyes I see\nBitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nFor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\nCuz I'm down for a caper\n\n[Master P]\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm daily like Freddy\nYou see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nI got to much choice in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nThere would be no money or rapping.\n\n[Master P]\n\nYou see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\nCuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\nCuz I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nNigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?\n\n[Chorus till fade]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.89][Master P]\n[00:02.59]Yo C-Murder\n[00:03.73]Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.30]Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n[00:07.16]Pass the weed (ok)\n[00:09.00]We gon' head up interstate 10\n[00:11.17]We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:15.79]We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n[00:16.84]We gon' handle our business\n[00:19.10]We gon' smoke\n[00:20.31]We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n[00:22.59]Cuz u know whut?\n[00:24.51]Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n[00:26.72]We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n[00:30.20]But it's your time baby\n[00:32.74]We gon' handle our business\n[00:33.85]And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n[00:36.10]We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:37.32]Ya heard me?\n[00:37.62][Pimp C]\n[00:37.96]This game fucked up\n[00:40.32]I ain't got no friends\n[00:41.96]I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n[00:46.00]Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n[00:48.39]Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n[00:51.45]Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:54.38]Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n[00:57.69]Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n[00:59.45]Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n[01:00.84]Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:03.84]UGK and C-Murder\n[01:05.34]Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:07.14]Bout to fade the platinum\n[01:08.79]Smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:10.14]But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n[01:12.31]Serve my dick out her pussy\n[01:13.97]And bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:15.72]Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n[01:17.92]With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:22.54]Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n[01:24.26]And make a pimp bitch\n[01:25.97]And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n[01:28.79][Chorus x4]\n[01:29.38]I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n[01:30.62]Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:31.92]Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n[01:35.28][Bun B]\n[01:40.88]They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:55.50]Now hold oon Bun B\n[01:57.20]I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:58.76]Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n[02:01.73]Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n[02:04.06]But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n[02:06.42]But I Gotta bust my magnums\n[02:08.25]Gotta gage these pistols\n[02:09.66]Hand grenades, and land mines\n[02:11.39]Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n[02:12.67]Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:14.26]Some of them bitches silent\n[02:15.98]But all them bitches handle business\n[02:17.36]All of them violent\n[02:18.82]Bout it bout it and dangerous\n[02:20.51]Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:22.05]Bang with us, hang with us\n[02:23.74]Get that No Limit slang with us\n[02:25.18]I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n[02:26.55]So get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:29.79]Feature this\n[02:30.82]I done told yah\n[02:32.78]We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n[02:35.93]Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n[02:36.29]Sit down and take a time trip\n[02:37.65]This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:39.33]The fear in your eyes I see\n[02:41.07]Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n[02:43.47][Chorus x2]\n[02:56.75][C-Murder]\n[02:56.96]Lay it down muthafucka\n[02:57.86]Everybody gotta go\n[02:59.15]Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[03:00.56]When I kick in the doe'\n[03:02.32]Nigga I'm mad at the world\n[03:04.29]For my lack of havin' papers\n[03:05.83]Fuck the law and the cops\n[03:07.45]Cuz I'm down for a caper\n[03:08.64][Master P]\n[03:09.28]Some say we dangerous\n[03:10.73]Especially when we broke\n[03:11.92]I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:14.74]I just live for confetti\n[03:16.30]You see I'm daily like Freddy\n[03:17.98]You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n[03:21.07][C-Murder]\n[03:21.42]I got to much choice in my head\n[03:22.63]I wanna take my own life\n[03:24.12]My last chance is a 211\n[03:26.01]But it got me thankin' twicee\n[03:27.39]It's a drought right now\n[03:28.91]So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:30.43]And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:32.27]There would be no money or rapping.\n[03:33.45][Master P]\n[03:33.72]You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n[03:36.62]The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n[03:39.88]You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:42.99]Keep your eyez on your enemies\n[03:46.20]Stack some chips and get out man.\n[03:47.13][C-Murder]\n[03:47.46]Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n[03:48.26]I'll be a down ass nigga\n[03:49.39]And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n[03:50.92]And make my cheese get bigger\n[03:52.38]If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n[03:54.48]Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n[03:55.66]Nigga 2 shots in the air\n[03:58.63]Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n[04:01.53]And if you bout i make a move\n[04:03.24]Nigga, everybody gotta go\n[04:05.27]Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n[04:06.55]With tapes hooked up\n[04:09.19]C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n[04:09.58]Now Nigga what?\n[04:10.53][Chorus till fade]\n[04:32.96]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Akickdoe!\n artist: C-Murder\n album: The Best of C-Murder\n duration_ms: 277000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Master P]'\n start_ms: 1890\n end_ms: 2590\n- text: Yo C-Murder\n start_ms: 2590\n end_ms: 3730\n- text: Nigga you woke?\n start_ms: 3730\n end_ms: 5300\n- text: Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n start_ms: 5300\n end_ms: 7160\n- text: Pass the weed (ok)\n start_ms: 7160\n end_ms: 9000\n- text: We gon' head up interstate 10\n start_ms: 9000\n end_ms: 11170\n- text: We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n start_ms: 11170\n end_ms: 15790\n- text: We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it 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(huh nigga what?)\n start_ms: 59450\n end_ms: 60840\n- text: Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n start_ms: 60840\n end_ms: 63840\n- text: UGK and C-Murder\n start_ms: 63840\n end_ms: 65340\n- text: Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n start_ms: 65340\n end_ms: 67140\n- text: Bout to fade the platinum\n start_ms: 67140\n end_ms: 68790\n- text: Smoke some dank and some drank\n start_ms: 68790\n end_ms: 70140\n- text: But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n start_ms: 70140\n end_ms: 72310\n- text: Serve my dick out her pussy\n start_ms: 72310\n end_ms: 73970\n- text: And bust my nuts on her titties\n start_ms: 73970\n end_ms: 75720\n- text: Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n start_ms: 75720\n end_ms: 77920\n- text: With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n start_ms: 77920\n end_ms: 82540\n- text: Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n start_ms: 82540\n end_ms: 84260\n- text: And make a pimp bitch\n start_ms: 84260\n end_ms: 85970\n- text: And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n start_ms: 85970\n end_ms: 88790\n- text: '[Chorus x4]'\n start_ms: 88790\n end_ms: 89380\n- text: I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! 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Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n start_ms: 131390\n end_ms: 132670\n- text: Some of them bitches whistle\n start_ms: 132670\n end_ms: 134260\n- text: Some of them bitches silent\n start_ms: 134260\n end_ms: 135980\n- text: But all them bitches handle business\n start_ms: 135980\n end_ms: 137360\n- text: All of them violent\n start_ms: 137360\n end_ms: 138820\n- text: Bout it bout it and dangerous\n start_ms: 138820\n end_ms: 140510\n- text: Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n start_ms: 140510\n end_ms: 142050\n- text: Bang with us, hang with us\n start_ms: 142050\n end_ms: 143740\n- text: Get that No Limit slang with us\n start_ms: 143740\n end_ms: 145180\n- text: I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n start_ms: 145180\n end_ms: 146550\n- text: So get the chip off your shoulder\n start_ms: 146550\n end_ms: 149790\n- text: Feature this\n start_ms: 149790\n end_ms: 150820\n- text: I done told yah\n start_ms: 150820\n end_ms: 152780\n- text: We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n start_ms: 152780\n end_ms: 155930\n- text: Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n start_ms: 155930\n end_ms: 156290\n- text: Sit down and take a time trip\n start_ms: 156290\n end_ms: 157650\n- text: This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n start_ms: 157650\n end_ms: 159330\n- text: The fear in your eyes I see\n start_ms: 159330\n end_ms: 161070\n- text: Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n start_ms: 161070\n end_ms: 163470\n- text: '[Chorus x2]'\n start_ms: 163470\n end_ms: 176750\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 176750\n end_ms: 176960\n- text: Lay it down muthafucka\n start_ms: 176960\n end_ms: 177860\n- text: Everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 177860\n end_ms: 179150\n- text: Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n start_ms: 179150\n end_ms: 180560\n- text: When I kick in the doe'\n start_ms: 180560\n end_ms: 182320\n- text: Nigga I'm mad at the world\n start_ms: 182320\n end_ms: 184290\n- text: For my lack of havin' papers\n start_ms: 184290\n end_ms: 185830\n- text: Fuck the law and the cops\n start_ms: 185830\n end_ms: 187450\n- text: Cuz I'm down for a caper\n start_ms: 187450\n end_ms: 188640\n- text: '[Master P]'\n start_ms: 188640\n end_ms: 189280\n- text: Some say we dangerous\n start_ms: 189280\n end_ms: 190730\n- text: Especially when we broke\n start_ms: 190730\n end_ms: 191920\n- text: I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n start_ms: 191920\n end_ms: 194740\n- text: I just live for confetti\n start_ms: 194740\n end_ms: 196300\n- text: You see I'm daily like Freddy\n start_ms: 196300\n end_ms: 197980\n- text: You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n start_ms: 197980\n end_ms: 201070\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 201070\n end_ms: 201420\n- text: I got to much choice in my head\n start_ms: 201420\n end_ms: 202630\n- text: I wanna take my own life\n start_ms: 202630\n end_ms: 204120\n- text: My last chance is a 211\n start_ms: 204120\n end_ms: 206010\n- text: But it got me thankin' twicee\n start_ms: 206010\n end_ms: 207390\n- text: It's a drought right now\n start_ms: 207390\n end_ms: 208910\n- text: So these drugs ain't happenin'\n start_ms: 208910\n end_ms: 210430\n- text: And if it wasn't for No Limit\n start_ms: 210430\n end_ms: 212270\n- text: There would be no money or rapping.\n start_ms: 212270\n end_ms: 213450\n- text: '[Master P]'\n start_ms: 213450\n end_ms: 213720\n- text: You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n start_ms: 213720\n end_ms: 216620\n- text: The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n start_ms: 216620\n end_ms: 219880\n- text: You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n start_ms: 219880\n end_ms: 222990\n- text: Keep your eyez on your enemies\n start_ms: 222990\n end_ms: 226200\n- text: Stack some chips and get out man.\n start_ms: 226200\n end_ms: 227130\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 227130\n end_ms: 227460\n- text: Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n start_ms: 227460\n end_ms: 228260\n- text: I'll be a down ass nigga\n start_ms: 228260\n end_ms: 229390\n- text: And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n start_ms: 229390\n end_ms: 230920\n- text: And make my cheese get bigger\n start_ms: 230920\n end_ms: 232380\n- text: If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n start_ms: 232380\n end_ms: 234480\n- text: Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n start_ms: 234480\n end_ms: 235660\n- text: Nigga 2 shots in the air\n start_ms: 235660\n end_ms: 238630\n- text: Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n start_ms: 238630\n end_ms: 241530\n- text: And if you bout i make a move\n start_ms: 241530\n end_ms: 243240\n- text: Nigga, everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 243240\n end_ms: 245270\n- text: Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n start_ms: 245270\n end_ms: 246550\n- text: With tapes hooked up\n start_ms: 246550\n end_ms: 249190\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 249190\n end_ms: 249580\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 249580\n end_ms: 250530\n- text: '[Chorus till fade]'\n start_ms: 250530\n end_ms: 272960\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 272960\nplain: |-\n [Master P]\n\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n Cuz u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n [Pimp C]\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n And bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n And make a pimp bitch\n And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n [Chorus x4]\n\n I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n [Bun B]\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n Get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n So get the chip off your shoulder\n Feature this\n I done told yah\n We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n The fear in your eyes I see\n Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n [Chorus x2]\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n For my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n Cuz I'm down for a caper\n\n [Master P]\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm daily like Freddy\n You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n I got to much choice in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n There would be no money or rapping.\n\n [Master P]\n\n You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n Nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n\n [Chorus till fade]\n"},{"id":27798536,"name":"Akickdoe!","trackName":"Akickdoe!","artistName":"C‐Murder feat Master P and UGK","albumName":"The Best of C-Murder","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo C-Murder (Boy what's happenin', nigga)\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the road, nigga\nPass the weed (Okay)\nWe gon' head up Interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (That's my niggas there)\n\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\nWe gon' handle our business ('Bout that)\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O\n'Cause you know whut?\nUs South niggas don't playa hate\n\nWe got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time now baby\nWe gon' handle our business (Handle it)\nAnd we gonna do this shit like G's (Like G's)\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\nThis game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz\nUgh, and I'm a trill nigga (Trill nigga)\nDown to put the 45 to his Hilfiger\nLay it down motherfucker (Boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\n\nPack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\nNiggas down in Port Arthur (Huh, nigga, what?)\nStill think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)\nBust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n\n'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch love me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy (Ugh)\nAnd bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time (Time)\n\nBefore I'm up in your house (House)\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (Mind right)\nAnd make a pimp rich (What?)\nAnd never put trust in a trick ass bitch (Trick ass bitch)\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (Run up)\nThe home of Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (Danger)\nJust like the ATF, Feds, HPD\n\nAnd Texas Rangers (Rangers)\nFuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (Finger)\nBut dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (Strangers)\nPull high-calibers and magnums (Mags)\n\n12 gauges, pistols (Pistols)\nHand grenades and land mines (Land mines)\nChoppers, rifles and missiles (Missiles)\nSome of them bitches whistle\n\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle they business\nAll of them violent\n'Bout it 'bout it and dangerous ('Bout it, ugh)\n\nSoldiers that wanna gang with us\nDo you thang with us, hang with us\nSpit that No Limit slang with us (Nah, bruh)\nI came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n\nSo get the chip off your shoulder\nFix your lip I done told yah\nWe hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (My nigga, what)\nNigga I can see that you got plex\n\nSit down and take a contact (My nigga, what)\nThis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nThe fear in your eyes I see that\nBitch where's the key's and g'z at? (Ugh)\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n\nLay it down motherfucker (Ugh)\nEverybody gotta go (What?)\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world (World)\nFor my lack of havin' papers (Paper)\n\nFuck the law and the cops\n'Cause I'm down for a caper (Caper)\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke (Ugh)\nI'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti ('Fetti)\n\nYou see I'm deadly like Freddy (Like Freddy)\nYou see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\nI got too much stress in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thinkin' twice (Fuck that)\n\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nThere'd be no money in rappin'\nYou see my boy had an apartment full of keys and G's\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyes on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man\nGive me a ski-mask, a nine\nI'll be a down ass nigga (What)\nAnd watch me pull a flea-flicker\n\nAnd make my G's get bigger\nIf I get caught I'm facin' twenty five\nBut that don't mean shit (Shit)\n'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga two shots in the air (Haha)\n'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke (Fuck that)\n\nAnd if you 'bout I make a move\nNigga, everybody gotta go (Everybody gotta go)\nJust some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (Ugh)\nAnd Texas hooked up (What, my nigga what)\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! 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(Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[01:50.59] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n[01:53.74] They try to run up in the manger (Run up)\n[01:55.22] The home of Bun B\n[01:56.57] I see me P and C in danger (Danger)\n[01:58.73] Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD\n[02:00.04] And Texas Rangers (Rangers)\n[02:01.84] Fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (Finger)\n[02:03.94] But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (Strangers)\n[02:06.20] Pull high-calibers and magnums (Mags)\n[02:07.99] 12 gauges, pistols (Pistols)\n[02:09.90] Hand grenades and land mines (Land mines)\n[02:10.76] Choppers, rifles and missiles (Missiles)\n[02:12.47] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:13.84] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:15.84] But all them bitches handle they business\n[02:17.35] All of them violent\n[02:18.52] 'Bout it 'bout it and dangerous ('Bout it, ugh)\n[02:20.58] Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:21.79] Do you thang with us, hang with us\n[02:23.50] Spit that No Limit slang with us (Nah, bruh)\n[02:25.15] I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n[02:27.71] So get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:29.58] Fix your lip I done told yah\n[02:30.86] We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (My nigga, what)\n[02:33.87] Nigga I can see that you got plex\n[02:35.67] Sit down and take a contact (My nigga, what)\n[02:37.74] This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:39.31] The fear in your eyes I see that\n[02:40.94] Bitch where's the key's and g'z at? (Ugh)\n[02:42.90] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[02:46.33] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n[02:49.54] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[02:52.75] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n[02:56.15] Lay it down motherfucker (Ugh)\n[02:57.32] Everybody gotta go (What?)\n[02:59.17] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[03:00.68] When I kick in the doe'\n[03:02.27] Nigga I'm mad at the world (World)\n[03:03.70] For my lack of havin' papers (Paper)\n[03:04.98] Fuck the law and the cops\n[03:06.85] 'Cause I'm down for a caper (Caper)\n[03:08.79] Some say we dangerous\n[03:10.25] Especially when we broke (Ugh)\n[03:11.32] I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:14.42] I just live for confetti ('Fetti)\n[03:15.88] You see I'm deadly like Freddy (Like Freddy)\n[03:17.18] You see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n[03:20.65] I got too much stress in my head\n[03:22.37] I wanna take my own life\n[03:24.36] My last chance is a 211\n[03:25.45] But it got me thinkin' twice (Fuck that)\n[03:27.01] It's a drought right now\n[03:28.16] So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:30.62] And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:31.58] There'd be no money in rappin'\n[03:33.24] You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and G's\n[03:36.58] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n[03:39.51] You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:42.65] Keep your eyes on your enemies\n[03:44.73] Stack some chips and get out man\n[03:45.91] Give me a ski-mask, a nine\n[03:47.56] I'll be a down ass nigga (What)\n[03:48.96] And watch me pull a flea-flicker\n[03:50.25] And make my G's get bigger\n[03:51.81] If I get caught I'm facin' twenty five\n[03:54.08] But that don't mean shit (Shit)\n[03:54.83] 'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n[03:57.99] Nigga two shots in the air (Haha)\n[03:59.63] 'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke (Fuck that)\n[04:01.42] And if you 'bout I make a move\n[04:03.18] Nigga, everybody gotta go (Everybody gotta go)\n[04:04.79] Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (Ugh)\n[04:06.40] And Texas hooked up (What, my nigga what)\n[04:07.31] C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n[04:10.02] Now Nigga what?\n[04:10.82] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[04:13.60] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n[04:16.99] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[04:20.27] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n[04:23.06] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[04:26.75] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n[04:29.61] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[04:36.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Akickdoe!\n artist: C‐Murder feat Master P and UGK\n album: The Best of C-Murder\n duration_ms: 277000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo C-Murder (Boy what's happenin', nigga)\n start_ms: 2160\n end_ms: 3670\n- text: Nigga you woke?\n start_ms: 3670\n end_ms: 5300\n- text: Keep your eyes on the road, nigga\n start_ms: 5300\n end_ms: 7020\n- text: Pass the weed (Okay)\n start_ms: 7020\n end_ms: 8990\n- text: We gon' head up Interstate 10\n start_ms: 8990\n end_ms: 11490\n- text: We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (That's my niggas there)\n start_ms: 11490\n end_ms: 15170\n- text: We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\n start_ms: 15170\n end_ms: 17440\n- text: We gon' handle our business ('Bout that)\n start_ms: 17440\n end_ms: 19340\n- text: We gon' smoke\n start_ms: 19340\n end_ms: 20640\n- text: We gon' make it back to the N.O\n start_ms: 20640\n end_ms: 22780\n- text: '''Cause you know whut?'\n start_ms: 22780\n end_ms: 23850\n- text: Us South niggas don't playa hate\n start_ms: 23850\n end_ms: 25690\n- text: We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth\n start_ms: 25690\n end_ms: 30680\n- text: But it's your time now baby\n start_ms: 30680\n end_ms: 32330\n- text: We gon' handle our business (Handle it)\n start_ms: 32330\n end_ms: 34260\n- text: And we gonna do this shit like G's (Like G's)\n start_ms: 34260\n end_ms: 36100\n- text: We gonna represent the gizame\n start_ms: 36100\n end_ms: 37770\n- text: Ya heard me?\n start_ms: 37770\n end_ms: 39280\n- text: This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\n start_ms: 39280\n end_ms: 41920\n- text: I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz\n start_ms: 41920\n end_ms: 46070\n- text: Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (Trill nigga)\n start_ms: 46070\n end_ms: 48010\n- text: Down to put the 45 to his Hilfiger\n start_ms: 48010\n end_ms: 51360\n- text: Lay it down motherfucker (Boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\n start_ms: 51360\n end_ms: 54340\n- text: Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\n start_ms: 54340\n end_ms: 57360\n- text: Niggas down in Port Arthur (Huh, nigga, what?)\n start_ms: 57360\n end_ms: 59070\n- text: Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)\n start_ms: 59070\n end_ms: 60570\n- text: Bust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n start_ms: 60570\n end_ms: 63740\n- text: UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n start_ms: 63740\n end_ms: 66870\n- text: '''Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank'\n start_ms: 66870\n end_ms: 69870\n- text: But bitch love me when I come to your city\n start_ms: 69870\n end_ms: 72490\n- text: Serve my dick out her pussy (Ugh)\n start_ms: 72490\n end_ms: 73840\n- text: And bust my nuts on her titties\n start_ms: 73840\n end_ms: 75430\n- text: Ugh, it's just a matter of time (Time)\n start_ms: 75430\n end_ms: 77780\n- text: Before I'm up in your house (House)\n start_ms: 77780\n end_ms: 79170\n- text: With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n start_ms: 79170\n end_ms: 82030\n- text: Now get your mind right nigga (Mind right)\n start_ms: 82030\n end_ms: 84480\n- text: And make a pimp rich (What?)\n start_ms: 84480\n end_ms: 86120\n- text: And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (Trick ass bitch)\n start_ms: 86120\n end_ms: 87960\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 87960\n end_ms: 92000\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 92000\n end_ms: 94780\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 94780\n end_ms: 98330\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 98330\n end_ms: 101360\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 101360\n end_ms: 104460\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 104460\n end_ms: 107310\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 107310\n end_ms: 110590\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 110590\n end_ms: 113740\n- text: They try to run up in the manger (Run up)\n start_ms: 113740\n end_ms: 115220\n- text: The home of Bun B\n start_ms: 115220\n end_ms: 116570\n- text: I see me P and C in danger (Danger)\n start_ms: 116570\n end_ms: 118730\n- text: Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD\n start_ms: 118730\n end_ms: 120040\n- text: And Texas Rangers (Rangers)\n start_ms: 120040\n end_ms: 121840\n- text: Fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (Finger)\n start_ms: 121840\n end_ms: 123940\n- text: But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (Strangers)\n start_ms: 123940\n end_ms: 126200\n- text: Pull high-calibers and magnums (Mags)\n start_ms: 126200\n end_ms: 127990\n- text: 12 gauges, pistols (Pistols)\n start_ms: 127990\n end_ms: 129900\n- text: Hand grenades and land mines (Land mines)\n start_ms: 129900\n end_ms: 130760\n- text: Choppers, rifles and missiles (Missiles)\n start_ms: 130760\n end_ms: 132470\n- text: Some of them bitches whistle\n start_ms: 132470\n end_ms: 133840\n- text: Some of them bitches silent\n start_ms: 133840\n end_ms: 135840\n- text: But all them bitches handle they business\n start_ms: 135840\n end_ms: 137350\n- text: All of them violent\n start_ms: 137350\n end_ms: 138520\n- text: '''Bout it ''bout it and dangerous (''Bout it, ugh)'\n start_ms: 138520\n end_ms: 140580\n- text: Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n start_ms: 140580\n end_ms: 141790\n- text: Do you thang with us, hang with us\n start_ms: 141790\n end_ms: 143500\n- text: Spit that No Limit slang with us (Nah, bruh)\n start_ms: 143500\n end_ms: 145150\n- text: I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n start_ms: 145150\n end_ms: 147710\n- text: So get the chip off your shoulder\n start_ms: 147710\n end_ms: 149580\n- text: Fix your lip I done told yah\n start_ms: 149580\n end_ms: 150860\n- text: We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (My nigga, what)\n start_ms: 150860\n end_ms: 153870\n- text: Nigga I can see that you got plex\n start_ms: 153870\n end_ms: 155670\n- text: Sit down and take a contact (My nigga, what)\n start_ms: 155670\n end_ms: 157740\n- text: This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n start_ms: 157740\n end_ms: 159310\n- text: The fear in your eyes I see that\n start_ms: 159310\n end_ms: 160940\n- text: Bitch where's the key's and g'z at? (Ugh)\n start_ms: 160940\n end_ms: 162900\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 162900\n end_ms: 166330\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 166330\n end_ms: 169540\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 169540\n end_ms: 172750\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 172750\n end_ms: 176150\n- text: Lay it down motherfucker (Ugh)\n start_ms: 176150\n end_ms: 177320\n- text: Everybody gotta go (What?)\n start_ms: 177320\n end_ms: 179170\n- text: Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n start_ms: 179170\n end_ms: 180680\n- text: When I kick in the doe'\n start_ms: 180680\n end_ms: 182270\n- text: Nigga I'm mad at the world (World)\n start_ms: 182270\n end_ms: 183700\n- text: For my lack of havin' papers (Paper)\n start_ms: 183700\n end_ms: 184980\n- text: Fuck the law and the cops\n start_ms: 184980\n end_ms: 186850\n- text: '''Cause I''m down for a caper (Caper)'\n start_ms: 186850\n end_ms: 188790\n- text: Some say we dangerous\n start_ms: 188790\n end_ms: 190250\n- text: Especially when we broke (Ugh)\n start_ms: 190250\n end_ms: 191320\n- text: I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n start_ms: 191320\n end_ms: 194420\n- text: I just live for confetti ('Fetti)\n start_ms: 194420\n end_ms: 195880\n- text: You see I'm deadly like Freddy (Like Freddy)\n start_ms: 195880\n end_ms: 197180\n- text: You see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n start_ms: 197180\n end_ms: 200650\n- text: I got too much stress in my head\n start_ms: 200650\n end_ms: 202370\n- text: I wanna take my own life\n start_ms: 202370\n end_ms: 204360\n- text: My last chance is a 211\n start_ms: 204360\n end_ms: 205450\n- text: But it got me thinkin' twice (Fuck that)\n start_ms: 205450\n end_ms: 207010\n- text: It's a drought right now\n start_ms: 207010\n end_ms: 208160\n- text: So these drugs ain't happenin'\n start_ms: 208160\n end_ms: 210620\n- text: And if it wasn't for No Limit\n start_ms: 210620\n end_ms: 211580\n- text: There'd be no money in rappin'\n start_ms: 211580\n end_ms: 213240\n- text: You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and G's\n start_ms: 213240\n end_ms: 216580\n- text: The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n start_ms: 216580\n end_ms: 219510\n- text: You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n start_ms: 219510\n end_ms: 222650\n- text: Keep your eyes on your enemies\n start_ms: 222650\n end_ms: 224730\n- text: Stack some chips and get out man\n start_ms: 224730\n end_ms: 225910\n- text: Give me a ski-mask, a nine\n start_ms: 225910\n end_ms: 227560\n- text: I'll be a down ass nigga (What)\n start_ms: 227560\n end_ms: 228960\n- text: And watch me pull a flea-flicker\n start_ms: 228960\n end_ms: 230250\n- text: And make my G's get bigger\n start_ms: 230250\n end_ms: 231810\n- text: If I get caught I'm facin' twenty five\n start_ms: 231810\n end_ms: 234080\n- text: But that don't mean shit (Shit)\n start_ms: 234080\n end_ms: 234830\n- text: '''Cause if I go to jail it''s gotta be better than living like this'\n start_ms: 234830\n end_ms: 237990\n- text: Nigga two shots in the air (Haha)\n start_ms: 237990\n end_ms: 239630\n- text: '''Cause I ain''t bout bein'' broke (Fuck that)'\n start_ms: 239630\n end_ms: 241420\n- text: And if you 'bout I make a move\n start_ms: 241420\n end_ms: 243180\n- text: Nigga, everybody gotta go (Everybody gotta go)\n start_ms: 243180\n end_ms: 244790\n- text: Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (Ugh)\n start_ms: 244790\n end_ms: 246400\n- text: And Texas hooked up (What, my nigga what)\n start_ms: 246400\n end_ms: 247310\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 247310\n end_ms: 250020\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 250020\n end_ms: 250820\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 250820\n end_ms: 253600\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 253600\n end_ms: 256990\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 256990\n end_ms: 260270\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 260270\n end_ms: 263060\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 263060\n end_ms: 266750\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 266750\n end_ms: 269610\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 269610\n end_ms: 276480\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 276480\nplain: |-\n Yo C-Murder (Boy what's happenin', nigga)\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the road, nigga\n Pass the weed (Okay)\n We gon' head up Interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (That's my niggas there)\n\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\n We gon' handle our business ('Bout that)\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O\n 'Cause you know whut?\n Us South niggas don't playa hate\n\n We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time now baby\n We gon' handle our business (Handle it)\n And we gonna do this shit like G's (Like G's)\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz\n Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (Trill nigga)\n Down to put the 45 to his Hilfiger\n Lay it down motherfucker (Boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\n\n Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\n Niggas down in Port Arthur (Huh, nigga, what?)\n Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)\n Bust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n\n 'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch love me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy (Ugh)\n And bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time (Time)\n\n Before I'm up in your house (House)\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (Mind right)\n And make a pimp rich (What?)\n And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (Trick ass bitch)\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n\n They try to run up in the manger (Run up)\n The home of Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (Danger)\n Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD\n\n And Texas Rangers (Rangers)\n Fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (Finger)\n But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (Strangers)\n Pull high-calibers and magnums (Mags)\n\n 12 gauges, pistols (Pistols)\n Hand grenades and land mines (Land mines)\n Choppers, rifles and missiles (Missiles)\n Some of them bitches whistle\n\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle they business\n All of them violent\n 'Bout it 'bout it and dangerous ('Bout it, ugh)\n\n Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Do you thang with us, hang with us\n Spit that No Limit slang with us (Nah, bruh)\n I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n\n So get the chip off your shoulder\n Fix your lip I done told yah\n We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (My nigga, what)\n Nigga I can see that you got plex\n\n Sit down and take a contact (My nigga, what)\n This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n The fear in your eyes I see that\n Bitch where's the key's and g'z at? (Ugh)\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n\n Lay it down motherfucker (Ugh)\n Everybody gotta go (What?)\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world (World)\n For my lack of havin' papers (Paper)\n\n Fuck the law and the cops\n 'Cause I'm down for a caper (Caper)\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke (Ugh)\n I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti ('Fetti)\n\n You see I'm deadly like Freddy (Like Freddy)\n You see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n I got too much stress in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thinkin' twice (Fuck that)\n\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n There'd be no money in rappin'\n You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and G's\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyes on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man\n Give me a ski-mask, a nine\n I'll be a down ass nigga (What)\n And watch me pull a flea-flicker\n\n And make my G's get bigger\n If I get caught I'm facin' twenty five\n But that don't mean shit (Shit)\n 'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga two shots in the air (Haha)\n 'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke (Fuck that)\n\n And if you 'bout I make a move\n Nigga, everybody gotta go (Everybody gotta go)\n Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (Ugh)\n And Texas hooked up (What, my nigga what)\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n"},{"id":5237841,"name":"Akickdoe!","trackName":"Akickdoe!","artistName":"C-Murder","albumName":"Life Or Death","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\n\nYo C-Murder\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\nPass the weed (ok)\nWe gon' head up interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\nWe gon' handle our business\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O.\nCuz u know whut?\nUs South niggaz don't playa hate\nWe got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time baby\nWe gon' handle our business\nAnd we gonna do this shit like g'z\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\n[Pimp C]\n\nThis game fucked up\nI ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\nUgh, and I'm a real nigga\nDown to put a forty-five to his head nigga\nLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\nTake that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\nNiggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\nThank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nAnd bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nAnd make a pimp bitch\nAnd never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n[Chorus x4]\n\nI'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n[Bun B]\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nChopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nSoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nGet that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nSo get the chip off your shoulder\nFeature this\nI done told yah\nWe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nThis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nThe fear in your eyes I see\nBitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nFor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\nCuz I'm down for a caper\n\n[Master P]\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm daily like Freddy\nYou see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nI got to much choice in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nThere would be no money or rapping.\n\n[Master P]\n\nYou see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\nCuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\nCuz I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nNigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?\n\n[Chorus till fade]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.89] [Master P]\n[00:02.59] Yo C-Murder\n[00:03.73] Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.30] Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n[00:07.16] Pass the weed (ok)\n[00:09.00] We gon' head up interstate 10\n[00:11.17] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:15.79] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n[00:16.84] We gon' handle our business\n[00:19.10] We gon' smoke\n[00:20.31] We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n[00:22.59] Cuz u know whut?\n[00:24.51] Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n[00:26.72] We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n[00:30.20] But it's your time baby\n[00:32.74] We gon' handle our business\n[00:33.85] And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n[00:36.10] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:37.32] Ya heard me?\n[00:37.62] [Pimp C]\n[00:37.96] This game fucked up\n[00:40.32] I ain't got no friends\n[00:41.96] I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n[00:46.00] Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n[00:48.39] Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n[00:51.45] Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:54.38] Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n[00:57.69] Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n[00:59.45] Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n[01:00.84] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:03.84] UGK and C-Murder\n[01:05.34] Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:07.14] Bout to fade the platinum\n[01:08.79] Smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:10.14] But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n[01:12.31] Serve my dick out her pussy\n[01:13.97] And bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:15.72] Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n[01:17.92] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:22.54] Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n[01:24.26] And make a pimp bitch\n[01:25.97] And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n[01:28.79] [Chorus x4]\n[01:29.38] I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n[01:30.62] Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:31.92] Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n[01:35.28] [Bun B]\n[01:40.88] They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:55.50] Now hold oon Bun B\n[01:57.20] I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:58.76] Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n[02:01.73] Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n[02:04.06] But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n[02:06.42] But I Gotta bust my magnums\n[02:08.25] Gotta gage these pistols\n[02:09.66] Hand grenades, and land mines\n[02:11.39] Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n[02:12.67] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:14.26] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:15.98] But all them bitches handle business\n[02:17.36] All of them violent\n[02:18.82] Bout it bout it and dangerous\n[02:20.51] Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:22.05] Bang with us, hang with us\n[02:23.74] Get that No Limit slang with us\n[02:25.18] I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n[02:26.55] So get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:29.79] Feature this\n[02:30.82] I done told yah\n[02:32.78] We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n[02:35.93] Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n[02:36.29] Sit down and take a time trip\n[02:37.65] This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:39.33] The fear in your eyes I see\n[02:41.07] Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n[02:43.47] [Chorus x2]\n[02:56.75] [C-Murder]\n[02:56.96] Lay it down muthafucka\n[02:57.86] Everybody gotta go\n[02:59.15] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[03:00.56] When I kick in the doe'\n[03:02.32] Nigga I'm mad at the world\n[03:04.29] For my lack of havin' papers\n[03:05.83] Fuck the law and the cops\n[03:07.45] Cuz I'm down for a caper\n[03:08.64] [Master P]\n[03:09.28] Some say we dangerous\n[03:10.73] Especially when we broke\n[03:11.92] I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:14.74] I just live for confetti\n[03:16.30] You see I'm daily like Freddy\n[03:17.98] You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n[03:21.07] [C-Murder]\n[03:21.42] I got to much choice in my head\n[03:22.63] I wanna take my own life\n[03:24.12] My last chance is a 211\n[03:26.01] But it got me thankin' twicee\n[03:27.39] It's a drought right now\n[03:28.91] So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:30.43] And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:32.27] There would be no money or rapping.\n[03:33.45] [Master P]\n[03:33.72] You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n[03:36.62] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n[03:39.88] You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:42.99] Keep your eyez on your enemies\n[03:46.20] Stack some chips and get out man.\n[03:47.13] [C-Murder]\n[03:47.46] Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n[03:48.26] I'll be a down ass nigga\n[03:49.39] And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n[03:50.92] And make my cheese get bigger\n[03:52.38] If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n[03:54.48] Cuz if I go to jail it's 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fade]'\n start_ms: 250530\n end_ms: 272960\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 272960\nplain: |-\n [Master P]\n\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n Cuz u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n [Pimp C]\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n And bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n And make a pimp bitch\n And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n [Chorus x4]\n\n I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n [Bun B]\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n Get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n So get the chip off your shoulder\n Feature this\n I done told yah\n We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n The fear in your eyes I see\n Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n [Chorus x2]\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n For my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n Cuz I'm down for a caper\n\n [Master P]\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm daily like Freddy\n You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n I got to much choice in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n There would be no money or rapping.\n\n [Master P]\n\n You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n Nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n\n [Chorus till fade]\n"},{"id":32499905,"name":"Akickdoe!","trackName":"Akickdoe!","artistName":"C-Murder","albumName":"Snoop Dogg Presents: My #1 Priority","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\n\nYo C-Murder\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\nPass the weed (ok)\nWe gon' head up interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\nWe gon' handle our business\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O.\nCuz u know whut?\nUs South niggaz don't playa hate\nWe got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time baby\nWe gon' handle our business\nAnd we gonna do this shit like g'z\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\n[Pimp C]\n\nThis game fucked up\nI ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\nUgh, and I'm a real nigga\nDown to put a forty-five to his head nigga\nLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\nTake that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\nNiggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\nThank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nAnd bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nAnd make a pimp bitch\nAnd never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n[Chorus x4]\n\nI'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n[Bun B]\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nChopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nSoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nGet that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nSo get the chip off your shoulder\nFeature this\nI done told yah\nWe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nThis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nThe fear in your eyes I see\nBitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nFor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\nCuz I'm down for a caper\n\n[Master P]\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm daily like Freddy\nYou see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nI got to much choice in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nThere would be no money or rapping.\n\n[Master P]\n\nYou see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\nCuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\nCuz I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nNigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?\n\n[Chorus till fade]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.89] [Master P]\n[00:02.59] Yo C-Murder\n[00:03.73] Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.30] Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n[00:07.16] Pass the weed (ok)\n[00:09.00] We gon' head up interstate 10\n[00:11.17] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:15.79] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n[00:16.84] We gon' handle our business\n[00:19.10] We gon' smoke\n[00:20.31] We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n[00:22.59] Cuz u know whut?\n[00:24.51] Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n[00:26.72] We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n[00:30.20] But it's your time baby\n[00:32.74] We gon' handle our business\n[00:33.85] And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n[00:36.10] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:37.32] Ya heard me?\n[00:37.62] [Pimp C]\n[00:37.96] This game fucked up\n[00:40.32] I ain't got no friends\n[00:41.96] I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n[00:46.00] Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n[00:48.39] Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n[00:51.45] Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:54.38] Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n[00:57.69] Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n[00:59.45] Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n[01:00.84] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:03.84] UGK and C-Murder\n[01:05.34] Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:07.14] Bout to fade the platinum\n[01:08.79] Smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:10.14] But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n[01:12.31] Serve my dick out her pussy\n[01:13.97] And bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:15.72] Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n[01:17.92] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:22.54] Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n[01:24.26] And make a pimp bitch\n[01:25.97] And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n[01:28.79] [Chorus x4]\n[01:29.38] I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n[01:30.62] Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:31.92] Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n[01:35.28] [Bun B]\n[01:40.88] They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:55.50] Now hold oon Bun B\n[01:57.20] I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:58.76] Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n[02:01.73] Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n[02:04.06] But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n[02:06.42] But I Gotta bust my magnums\n[02:08.25] Gotta gage these pistols\n[02:09.66] Hand grenades, and land mines\n[02:11.39] Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n[02:12.67] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:14.26] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:15.98] But all them bitches handle business\n[02:17.36] All of them violent\n[02:18.82] Bout it bout it and dangerous\n[02:20.51] Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:22.05] Bang with us, hang with us\n[02:23.74] Get that No Limit slang with us\n[02:25.18] I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n[02:26.55] So get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:29.79] Feature this\n[02:30.82] I done told yah\n[02:32.78] We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n[02:35.93] Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n[02:36.29] Sit down and take a time trip\n[02:37.65] This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:39.33] The fear in your eyes I see\n[02:41.07] Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n[02:43.47] [Chorus x2]\n[02:56.75] [C-Murder]\n[02:56.96] Lay it down muthafucka\n[02:57.86] Everybody gotta go\n[02:59.15] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[03:00.56] When I kick in the doe'\n[03:02.32] Nigga I'm mad at the world\n[03:04.29] For my lack of havin' papers\n[03:05.83] Fuck the law and the cops\n[03:07.45] Cuz I'm down for a caper\n[03:08.64] [Master P]\n[03:09.28] Some say we dangerous\n[03:10.73] Especially when we broke\n[03:11.92] I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:14.74] I just live for confetti\n[03:16.30] You see I'm daily like Freddy\n[03:17.98] You see I run 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(ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n start_ms: 89380\n end_ms: 90620\n- text: Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 90620\n end_ms: 91920\n- text: Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n start_ms: 91920\n end_ms: 95280\n- text: '[Bun B]'\n start_ms: 95280\n end_ms: 100880\n- text: They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n start_ms: 100880\n end_ms: 115500\n- text: Now hold oon Bun B\n start_ms: 115500\n end_ms: 117200\n- text: I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n start_ms: 117200\n end_ms: 118760\n- text: Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n start_ms: 118760\n end_ms: 121730\n- text: Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n start_ms: 121730\n end_ms: 124060\n- text: But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n start_ms: 124060\n end_ms: 126420\n- text: But I Gotta bust my magnums\n start_ms: 126420\n end_ms: 128250\n- text: Gotta gage these pistols\n start_ms: 128250\n end_ms: 129660\n- text: Hand grenades, and land mines\n start_ms: 129660\n end_ms: 131390\n- text: Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n start_ms: 131390\n end_ms: 132670\n- text: Some of them bitches whistle\n start_ms: 132670\n end_ms: 134260\n- text: Some of them bitches silent\n start_ms: 134260\n end_ms: 135980\n- text: But all them bitches handle business\n start_ms: 135980\n end_ms: 137360\n- text: All of them violent\n start_ms: 137360\n end_ms: 138820\n- text: Bout it bout it and dangerous\n start_ms: 138820\n end_ms: 140510\n- text: Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n start_ms: 140510\n end_ms: 142050\n- text: Bang with us, hang with us\n start_ms: 142050\n end_ms: 143740\n- text: Get that No Limit slang with us\n start_ms: 143740\n end_ms: 145180\n- text: I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n start_ms: 145180\n end_ms: 146550\n- text: So get the chip off your shoulder\n start_ms: 146550\n end_ms: 149790\n- text: Feature this\n start_ms: 149790\n end_ms: 150820\n- text: I done told yah\n start_ms: 150820\n end_ms: 152780\n- text: We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n start_ms: 152780\n end_ms: 155930\n- text: Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n start_ms: 155930\n end_ms: 156290\n- text: Sit down and take a time trip\n start_ms: 156290\n end_ms: 157650\n- text: This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n start_ms: 157650\n end_ms: 159330\n- text: The fear in your eyes I see\n start_ms: 159330\n end_ms: 161070\n- text: Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n start_ms: 161070\n end_ms: 163470\n- text: '[Chorus x2]'\n start_ms: 163470\n end_ms: 176750\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 176750\n end_ms: 176960\n- text: Lay it down muthafucka\n start_ms: 176960\n end_ms: 177860\n- text: Everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 177860\n end_ms: 179150\n- text: Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n start_ms: 179150\n end_ms: 180560\n- text: When I kick in the doe'\n start_ms: 180560\n end_ms: 182320\n- text: Nigga I'm mad at the world\n start_ms: 182320\n end_ms: 184290\n- text: For my lack of havin' papers\n start_ms: 184290\n end_ms: 185830\n- text: Fuck the law and the cops\n start_ms: 185830\n end_ms: 187450\n- text: Cuz I'm down for a caper\n start_ms: 187450\n end_ms: 188640\n- text: '[Master P]'\n start_ms: 188640\n end_ms: 189280\n- text: Some say we dangerous\n start_ms: 189280\n end_ms: 190730\n- text: Especially when we broke\n start_ms: 190730\n end_ms: 191920\n- text: I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n start_ms: 191920\n end_ms: 194740\n- text: I just live for confetti\n start_ms: 194740\n end_ms: 196300\n- text: You see I'm daily like Freddy\n start_ms: 196300\n end_ms: 197980\n- text: You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n start_ms: 197980\n end_ms: 201070\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 201070\n end_ms: 201420\n- text: I got to much choice in my head\n start_ms: 201420\n end_ms: 202630\n- text: I wanna take my own life\n start_ms: 202630\n end_ms: 204120\n- text: My last chance is a 211\n start_ms: 204120\n end_ms: 206010\n- text: But it got me thankin' twicee\n start_ms: 206010\n end_ms: 207390\n- text: It's a drought right now\n start_ms: 207390\n end_ms: 208910\n- text: So these drugs ain't happenin'\n start_ms: 208910\n end_ms: 210430\n- text: And if it wasn't for No Limit\n start_ms: 210430\n end_ms: 212270\n- text: There would be no money or rapping.\n start_ms: 212270\n end_ms: 213450\n- text: '[Master P]'\n start_ms: 213450\n end_ms: 213720\n- text: You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n start_ms: 213720\n end_ms: 216620\n- text: The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n start_ms: 216620\n end_ms: 219880\n- text: You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n start_ms: 219880\n end_ms: 222990\n- text: Keep your eyez on your enemies\n start_ms: 222990\n end_ms: 226200\n- text: Stack some chips and get out man.\n start_ms: 226200\n end_ms: 227130\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 227130\n end_ms: 227460\n- text: Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n start_ms: 227460\n end_ms: 228260\n- text: I'll be a down ass nigga\n start_ms: 228260\n end_ms: 229390\n- text: And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n start_ms: 229390\n end_ms: 230920\n- text: And make my cheese get bigger\n start_ms: 230920\n end_ms: 232380\n- text: If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n start_ms: 232380\n end_ms: 234480\n- text: Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n start_ms: 234480\n end_ms: 235660\n- text: Nigga 2 shots in the air\n start_ms: 235660\n end_ms: 238630\n- text: Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n start_ms: 238630\n end_ms: 241530\n- text: And if you bout i make a move\n start_ms: 241530\n end_ms: 243240\n- text: Nigga, everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 243240\n end_ms: 245270\n- text: Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n start_ms: 245270\n end_ms: 246550\n- text: With tapes hooked up\n start_ms: 246550\n end_ms: 249190\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 249190\n end_ms: 249580\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 249580\n end_ms: 250530\n- text: '[Chorus till fade]'\n start_ms: 250530\n end_ms: 272960\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 272960\nplain: |-\n [Master P]\n\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n Cuz u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n [Pimp C]\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n And bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n And make a pimp bitch\n And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n [Chorus x4]\n\n I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n [Bun B]\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n Get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n So get the chip off your shoulder\n Feature this\n I done told yah\n We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n The fear in your eyes I see\n Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n [Chorus x2]\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n For my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n Cuz I'm down for a caper\n\n [Master P]\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm daily like Freddy\n You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n I got to much choice in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n There would be no money or rapping.\n\n [Master P]\n\n You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n Nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n\n [Chorus till fade]\n"},{"id":14223617,"name":"Akickdoe","trackName":"Akickdoe","artistName":"C‐Murder","albumName":"Life Or Death","duration":276.573333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\n\nYo C-Murder\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\nPass the weed (ok)\nWe gon' head up interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\nWe gon' handle our business\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O.\nCuz u know whut?\nUs South niggaz don't playa hate\nWe got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time baby\nWe gon' handle our business\nAnd we gonna do this shit like g'z\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\n[Pimp C]\n\nThis game fucked up\nI ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\nUgh, and I'm a real nigga\nDown to put a forty-five to his head nigga\nLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\nTake that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\nNiggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\nThank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nand bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nand make a pimp bitch\nand never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n[chorus x4]\n\nI'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n[Bun B]\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nchopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nsoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nget that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nso get the chip off your shoulder\nfeature this\nI done told yah\nwe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nthis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nthe fear in your eyes I see\nbitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n[chorus x2]\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nfor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\nCuz I'm down for a caper\n\n[Master P]\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm daily like Freddy\nYou see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nI got to much choice in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nthere would be no money or rapping.\n\n[Master P]\n\nYou see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nkeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\nCuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\nCuz I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nnigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?\n\n[chorus till fade]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.68] Yo C-Murder (boy what's happenin', nigga)\n[00:04.47] Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.28] Keep your eyes on the road, nigga\n[00:07.23] Pass the weed (okay)\n[00:09.43] We gon' head up Interstate 10\n[00:11.79] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:15.26] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\n[00:18.13] We gon' handle our business ('bout that)\n[00:20.17] We gon' smoke\n[00:20.92] We gon' make it back to the N.O\n[00:23.16] 'Cause you know whut?\n[00:24.11] Us South niggas don't playa hate\n[00:26.27] We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth\n[00:30.44] But it's your time now, baby\n[00:32.87] We gon' handle our business (handle it)\n[00:34.36] And we gonna do this shit like G's (like G's)\n[00:36.61] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:38.49] Ya heard me?\n[00:39.34] This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\n[00:42.22] I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz\n[00:45.98] Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (trill nigga)\n[00:48.52] Down to put the .45 to his Hilfiger\n[00:51.43] Lay it down motherfucker (boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:54.54] Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\n[00:57.63] Niggas down in Port Arthur (huh, nigga, what?)\n[01:00.09] Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)\n[01:00.80] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:03.89] UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (master P)\n[01:07.07] 'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:10.26] But bitch love me when I come to your city\n[01:12.84] Serve my dick out her pussy (ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:15.44] Ugh, it's just a matter of time (time) before I'm up in your house (house)\n[01:19.34] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:22.42] Now get your mind right, nigga (mind right) and make a pimp rich (what?)\n[01:25.78] And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n[01:28.78] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:32.01] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[01:34.85] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:38.30] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[01:41.18] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:44.46] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[01:47.28] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:50.77] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[01:53.54] They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:55.61] The home of Bun B\n[01:57.14] I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:58.60] Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD, and Texas Rangers (rangers)\n[02:01.73] Fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (finger)\n[02:04.23] But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (strangers)\n[02:06.45] Pull high-calibers and magnums (mags)\n[02:07.85] 12 gauges, pistols (pistols)\n[02:09.41] Hand grenades and land mines (land mines)\n[02:10.97] Choppers, rifles and missiles (missiles)\n[02:12.59] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:14.17] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:15.70] But all them bitches handle they business, all of them violent\n[02:18.78] 'Bout it 'bout it and dangerous ('bout it, ugh)\n[02:20.36] Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:21.98] Do you thang with us, hang with us\n[02:23.44] Spit that No Limit slang with us (nah, bruh)\n[02:25.02] I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n[02:28.12] So get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:29.38] Fix your lip, I done told ya\n[02:31.17] We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (my nigga, what)\n[02:33.85] Nigga I can see that you got plex\n[02:35.86] Sit down and take a contact (my nigga, what)\n[02:38.05] This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:39.45] The fear in your eyes, I see that\n[02:41.11] Bitch where's the key's and g'z at? (Ugh)\n[02:43.36] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[02:46.51] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[02:49.37] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[02:52.83] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[02:55.58] Lay it down motherfucker (ugh)\n[02:57.92] Everybody gotta go (what?)\n[02:58.94] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[03:00.52] When I kick in the doe'\n[03:01.92] Nigga I'm mad at the world (world)\n[03:03.66] For my lack of havin' papers (paper)\n[03:05.16] Fuck the law and the cops\n[03:06.45] 'Cause I'm down for a caper (caper)\n[03:08.01] Some say we dangerous\n[03:09.67] Especially when we broke (ugh)\n[03:11.23] I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:14.29] I just live for confetti ('fetti)\n[03:15.84] You see I'm deadly like Freddy (like Freddy)\n[03:17.42] You see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n[03:20.47] I got too much stress in my head\n[03:22.19] I wanna take my own life\n[03:23.60] My last chance is a 211\n[03:25.31] But it got me thinkin' twice (fuck that)\n[03:26.82] It's a drought right now\n[03:28.73] So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:30.01] And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:31.50] There'd be no money in rappin'\n[03:32.97] You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and G's\n[03:36.07] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n[03:39.25] You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:42.62] Keep your eyes on your enemies, stack some chips and get out, man\n[03:46.47] Give me a ski-mask, a nine, I'll be a down ass nigga (what)\n[03:49.21] And watch me pull a flea-flicker\n[03:50.52] And make my G's get bigger\n[03:52.24] If I get caught I'm facin' 25, but that don't mean shit (shit)\n[03:55.34] 'Cause if I go to jail, it's gotta be better than living like this\n[03:58.41] Nigga two shots in the air (haha)\n[04:00.06] 'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke (fuck that)\n[04:01.58] And if you 'bout it, make a move\n[04:03.14] Nigga, everybody gotta go (everybody gotta go)\n[04:04.77] Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (ugh)\n[04:06.56] And Texas hooked up (what, my nigga what)\n[04:07.99] C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n[04:09.93] Now nigga, what?\n[04:10.76] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[04:14.17] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[04:17.15] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[04:20.37] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[04:23.30] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[04:26.88] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[04:29.53] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[04:33.10] Want the G's and-\n[04:34.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Akickdoe\n artist: C‐Murder\n album: Life Or Death\n duration_ms: 276573\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo C-Murder (boy what's happenin', nigga)\n start_ms: 680\n end_ms: 4470\n- text: Nigga you woke?\n start_ms: 4470\n end_ms: 5280\n- text: Keep your eyes on the road, nigga\n start_ms: 5280\n end_ms: 7230\n- text: Pass the weed (okay)\n start_ms: 7230\n end_ms: 9430\n- text: We gon' head up Interstate 10\n start_ms: 9430\n end_ms: 11790\n- text: We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n start_ms: 11790\n end_ms: 15260\n- text: We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\n start_ms: 15260\n end_ms: 18130\n- text: We gon' handle our business ('bout that)\n start_ms: 18130\n end_ms: 20170\n- text: We gon' smoke\n start_ms: 20170\n end_ms: 20920\n- text: We gon' make it back to the N.O\n start_ms: 20920\n end_ms: 23160\n- text: '''Cause you know whut?'\n start_ms: 23160\n end_ms: 24110\n- text: Us South niggas don't playa hate\n start_ms: 24110\n end_ms: 26270\n- text: We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth\n start_ms: 26270\n end_ms: 30440\n- text: But it's your time now, baby\n start_ms: 30440\n end_ms: 32870\n- text: We gon' handle our business (handle it)\n start_ms: 32870\n end_ms: 34360\n- text: And we gonna do this shit like G's (like G's)\n start_ms: 34360\n end_ms: 36610\n- text: We gonna represent the gizame\n start_ms: 36610\n end_ms: 38490\n- text: Ya heard me?\n start_ms: 38490\n end_ms: 39340\n- text: This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\n start_ms: 39340\n end_ms: 42220\n- text: I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz\n start_ms: 42220\n end_ms: 45980\n- text: Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (trill nigga)\n start_ms: 45980\n end_ms: 48520\n- text: Down to put the .45 to his Hilfiger\n start_ms: 48520\n end_ms: 51430\n- text: Lay it down motherfucker (boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\n start_ms: 51430\n end_ms: 54540\n- text: Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\n start_ms: 54540\n end_ms: 57630\n- text: Niggas down in Port Arthur (huh, nigga, what?)\n start_ms: 57630\n end_ms: 60090\n- text: Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)\n start_ms: 60090\n end_ms: 60800\n- text: Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n start_ms: 60800\n end_ms: 63890\n- text: UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (master P)\n start_ms: 63890\n end_ms: 67070\n- text: '''Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank'\n start_ms: 67070\n end_ms: 70260\n- text: But bitch love me when I come to your city\n start_ms: 70260\n end_ms: 72840\n- text: Serve my dick out her pussy (ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties\n start_ms: 72840\n end_ms: 75440\n- text: Ugh, it's just a matter of time (time) before I'm up in your house (house)\n start_ms: 75440\n end_ms: 79340\n- text: With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n start_ms: 79340\n end_ms: 82420\n- text: Now get your mind right, nigga (mind right) and make a pimp rich (what?)\n start_ms: 82420\n end_ms: 85780\n- text: And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n start_ms: 85780\n end_ms: 88780\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 88780\n end_ms: 92010\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 92010\n end_ms: 94850\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 94850\n end_ms: 98300\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 98300\n end_ms: 101180\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 101180\n end_ms: 104460\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 104460\n end_ms: 107280\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 107280\n end_ms: 110770\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 110770\n end_ms: 113540\n- text: They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n start_ms: 113540\n end_ms: 115610\n- text: The home of Bun B\n start_ms: 115610\n end_ms: 117140\n- text: I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n start_ms: 117140\n end_ms: 118600\n- text: Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD, and Texas Rangers (rangers)\n start_ms: 118600\n end_ms: 121730\n- text: Fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (finger)\n start_ms: 121730\n end_ms: 124230\n- text: But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (strangers)\n start_ms: 124230\n end_ms: 126450\n- text: Pull high-calibers and magnums (mags)\n start_ms: 126450\n end_ms: 127850\n- text: 12 gauges, pistols (pistols)\n start_ms: 127850\n end_ms: 129410\n- text: Hand grenades and land mines (land mines)\n start_ms: 129410\n end_ms: 130970\n- text: Choppers, rifles and missiles (missiles)\n start_ms: 130970\n end_ms: 132590\n- text: Some of them bitches whistle\n start_ms: 132590\n end_ms: 134170\n- text: Some of them bitches silent\n start_ms: 134170\n end_ms: 135700\n- text: But all them bitches handle they business, all of them violent\n start_ms: 135700\n end_ms: 138780\n- text: '''Bout it ''bout it and dangerous (''bout it, ugh)'\n start_ms: 138780\n end_ms: 140360\n- text: Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n start_ms: 140360\n end_ms: 141980\n- text: Do you thang with us, hang with us\n start_ms: 141980\n end_ms: 143440\n- text: Spit that No Limit slang with us (nah, bruh)\n start_ms: 143440\n end_ms: 145020\n- text: I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n start_ms: 145020\n end_ms: 148120\n- text: So get the chip off your shoulder\n start_ms: 148120\n end_ms: 149380\n- text: Fix your lip, I done told ya\n start_ms: 149380\n end_ms: 151170\n- text: We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (my nigga, what)\n start_ms: 151170\n end_ms: 153850\n- text: Nigga I can see that you got plex\n start_ms: 153850\n end_ms: 155860\n- text: Sit down and take a contact (my nigga, what)\n start_ms: 155860\n end_ms: 158050\n- text: This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n start_ms: 158050\n end_ms: 159450\n- text: The fear in your eyes, I see that\n start_ms: 159450\n end_ms: 161110\n- text: Bitch where's the key's and g'z at? (Ugh)\n start_ms: 161110\n end_ms: 163360\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 163360\n end_ms: 166510\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 166510\n end_ms: 169370\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 169370\n end_ms: 172830\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 172830\n end_ms: 175580\n- text: Lay it down motherfucker (ugh)\n start_ms: 175580\n end_ms: 177920\n- text: Everybody gotta go (what?)\n start_ms: 177920\n end_ms: 178940\n- text: Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n start_ms: 178940\n end_ms: 180520\n- text: When I kick in the doe'\n start_ms: 180520\n end_ms: 181920\n- text: Nigga I'm mad at the world (world)\n start_ms: 181920\n end_ms: 183660\n- text: For my lack of havin' papers (paper)\n start_ms: 183660\n end_ms: 185160\n- text: Fuck the law and the cops\n start_ms: 185160\n end_ms: 186450\n- text: '''Cause I''m down for a caper (caper)'\n start_ms: 186450\n end_ms: 188010\n- text: Some say we dangerous\n start_ms: 188010\n end_ms: 189670\n- text: Especially when we broke (ugh)\n start_ms: 189670\n end_ms: 191230\n- text: I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n start_ms: 191230\n end_ms: 194290\n- text: I just live for confetti ('fetti)\n start_ms: 194290\n end_ms: 195840\n- text: You see I'm deadly like Freddy (like Freddy)\n start_ms: 195840\n end_ms: 197420\n- text: You see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n start_ms: 197420\n end_ms: 200470\n- text: I got too much stress in my head\n start_ms: 200470\n end_ms: 202190\n- text: I wanna take my own life\n start_ms: 202190\n end_ms: 203600\n- text: My last chance is a 211\n start_ms: 203600\n end_ms: 205310\n- text: But it got me thinkin' twice (fuck that)\n start_ms: 205310\n end_ms: 206820\n- text: It's a drought right now\n start_ms: 206820\n end_ms: 208730\n- text: So these drugs ain't happenin'\n start_ms: 208730\n end_ms: 210010\n- text: And if it wasn't for No Limit\n start_ms: 210010\n end_ms: 211500\n- text: There'd be no money in rappin'\n start_ms: 211500\n end_ms: 212970\n- text: You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and G's\n start_ms: 212970\n end_ms: 216070\n- text: The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n start_ms: 216070\n end_ms: 219250\n- text: You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n start_ms: 219250\n end_ms: 222620\n- text: Keep your eyes on your enemies, stack some chips and get out, man\n start_ms: 222620\n end_ms: 226470\n- text: Give me a ski-mask, a nine, I'll be a down ass nigga (what)\n start_ms: 226470\n end_ms: 229210\n- text: And watch me pull a flea-flicker\n start_ms: 229210\n end_ms: 230520\n- text: And make my G's get bigger\n start_ms: 230520\n end_ms: 232240\n- text: If I get caught I'm facin' 25, but that don't mean shit (shit)\n start_ms: 232240\n end_ms: 235340\n- text: '''Cause if I go to jail, it''s gotta be better than living like this'\n start_ms: 235340\n end_ms: 238410\n- text: Nigga two shots in the air (haha)\n start_ms: 238410\n end_ms: 240060\n- text: '''Cause I ain''t bout bein'' broke (fuck that)'\n start_ms: 240060\n end_ms: 241580\n- text: And if you 'bout it, make a move\n start_ms: 241580\n end_ms: 243140\n- text: Nigga, everybody gotta go (everybody gotta go)\n start_ms: 243140\n end_ms: 244770\n- text: Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (ugh)\n start_ms: 244770\n end_ms: 246560\n- text: And Texas hooked up (what, my nigga what)\n start_ms: 246560\n end_ms: 247990\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 247990\n end_ms: 249930\n- text: Now nigga, what?\n start_ms: 249930\n end_ms: 250760\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 250760\n end_ms: 254170\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 254170\n end_ms: 257150\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 257150\n end_ms: 260370\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 260370\n end_ms: 263300\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 263300\n end_ms: 266880\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 266880\n end_ms: 269530\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 269530\n end_ms: 273100\n- text: Want the G's and-\n start_ms: 273100\n end_ms: 274470\nplain: |-\n [Master P]\n\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n Cuz u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n [Pimp C]\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n and bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n and make a pimp bitch\n and never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n [chorus x4]\n\n I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n [Bun B]\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n so get the chip off your shoulder\n feature this\n I done told yah\n we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n the fear in your eyes I see\n bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n [chorus x2]\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n for my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n Cuz I'm down for a caper\n\n [Master P]\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm daily like Freddy\n You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n I got to much choice in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n there would be no money or rapping.\n\n [Master P]\n\n You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n\n [chorus till fade]\n"},{"id":10241169,"name":"Akickdoe!","trackName":"Akickdoe!","artistName":"C‐Murder","albumName":"Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\n\nYo C-Murder\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\nPass the weed (ok)\nWe gon' head up interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\nWe gon' handle our business\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O.\nCuz u know whut?\nUs South niggaz don't playa hate\nWe got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time baby\nWe gon' handle our business\nAnd we gonna do this shit like g'z\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\n[Pimp C]\n\nThis game fucked up\nI ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\nUgh, and I'm a real nigga\nDown to put a forty-five to his head nigga\nLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\nTake that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\nNiggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\nThank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nand bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nand make a pimp bitch\nand never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n[chorus x4]\n\nI'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n[Bun B]\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nchopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nsoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nget that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nso get the chip off your shoulder\nfeature this\nI done told yah\nwe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nthis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nthe fear in your eyes I see\nbitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n[chorus x2]\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nfor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\nCuz I'm down for a caper\n\n[Master P]\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm daily like Freddy\nYou see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nI got to much choice in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nthere would be no money or rapping.\n\n[Master P]\n\nYou see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nkeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\nCuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\nCuz I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nnigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?\n\n[chorus till fade]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.89] [Master P]\n[00:02.59] Yo C-Murder\n[00:03.73] Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.30] Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n[00:07.16] Pass the weed (ok)\n[00:09.00] We gon' head up interstate 10\n[00:11.17] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:15.79] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n[00:16.84] We gon' handle our business\n[00:19.10] We gon' smoke\n[00:20.31] We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n[00:22.59] Cuz u know whut?\n[00:24.51] Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n[00:26.72] We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n[00:30.20] But it's your time baby\n[00:32.74] We gon' handle our business\n[00:33.85] And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n[00:36.10] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:37.32] Ya heard me?\n[00:37.62] [Pimp C]\n[00:37.96] This game fucked up\n[00:40.32] I ain't got no friends\n[00:41.96] I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n[00:46.00] Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n[00:48.39] Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n[00:51.45] Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:54.38] Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n[00:57.69] Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n[00:59.45] Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n[01:00.84] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:03.84] UGK and C-Murder\n[01:05.34] Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:07.14] Bout to fade the platinum\n[01:08.79] Smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:10.14] But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n[01:12.31] Serve my dick out her pussy\n[01:13.97] and bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:15.72] Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n[01:17.92] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:22.54] Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n[01:24.26] and make a pimp bitch\n[01:25.97] and never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n[01:28.79] [chorus x4]\n[01:29.38] I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n[01:30.62] Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:31.92] Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n[01:35.28] [Bun B]\n[01:40.88] They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:55.50] Now hold oon Bun B\n[01:57.20] I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:58.76] Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n[02:01.73] Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n[02:04.06] But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n[02:06.42] But I Gotta bust my magnums\n[02:08.25] Gotta gage these pistols\n[02:09.66] Hand grenades, and land mines\n[02:11.39] chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n[02:12.67] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:14.26] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:15.98] But all them bitches handle business\n[02:17.36] All of them violent\n[02:18.82] Bout it bout it and dangerous\n[02:20.51] soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:22.05] Bang with us, hang with us\n[02:23.74] get that No Limit slang with us\n[02:25.18] I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n[02:26.55] so get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:29.79] feature this\n[02:30.82] I done told yah\n[02:32.78] we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n[02:35.93] Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n[02:36.29] Sit down and take a time trip\n[02:37.65] this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:39.33] the fear in your eyes I see\n[02:41.07] bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n[02:43.47] [chorus x2]\n[02:56.75] [C-Murder]\n[02:56.96] Lay it down muthafucka\n[02:57.86] Everybody gotta go\n[02:59.15] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[03:00.56] When I kick in the doe'\n[03:02.32] Nigga I'm mad at the world\n[03:04.29] for my lack of havin' papers\n[03:05.83] Fuck the law and the cops\n[03:07.45] Cuz I'm down for a caper\n[03:08.64] [Master P]\n[03:09.28] Some say we dangerous\n[03:10.73] Especially when we broke\n[03:11.92] I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:14.74] I just live for confetti\n[03:16.30] You see I'm daily like Freddy\n[03:17.98] You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n[03:21.07] [C-Murder]\n[03:21.42] I got to much choice in my head\n[03:22.63] I wanna take my own life\n[03:24.12] My last chance is a 211\n[03:26.01] But it got me thankin' twicee\n[03:27.39] It's a drought right now\n[03:28.91] So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:30.43] And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:32.27] there would be no money or rapping.\n[03:33.45] [Master P]\n[03:33.72] You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n[03:36.62] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n[03:39.88] You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:42.99] keep your eyez on your enemies\n[03:46.20] Stack some chips and get out man.\n[03:47.13] [C-Murder]\n[03:47.46] Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n[03:48.26] I'll be a down ass nigga\n[03:49.39] And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n[03:50.92] And make my cheese get bigger\n[03:52.38] If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n[03:54.48] Cuz if I go to jail it's 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nigga\n start_ms: 228260\n end_ms: 229390\n- text: And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n start_ms: 229390\n end_ms: 230920\n- text: And make my cheese get bigger\n start_ms: 230920\n end_ms: 232380\n- text: If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n start_ms: 232380\n end_ms: 234480\n- text: Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n start_ms: 234480\n end_ms: 235660\n- text: Nigga 2 shots in the air\n start_ms: 235660\n end_ms: 238630\n- text: Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n start_ms: 238630\n end_ms: 241530\n- text: And if you bout i make a move\n start_ms: 241530\n end_ms: 243240\n- text: nigga, everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 243240\n end_ms: 245270\n- text: Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n start_ms: 245270\n end_ms: 246550\n- text: With tapes hooked up\n start_ms: 246550\n end_ms: 249190\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 249190\n end_ms: 249580\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 249580\n end_ms: 250530\n- text: '[chorus till fade]'\n start_ms: 250530\n end_ms: 272960\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 272960\nplain: |-\n [Master P]\n\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n Cuz u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n [Pimp C]\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n and bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n and make a pimp bitch\n and never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n [chorus x4]\n\n I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n [Bun B]\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n so get the chip off your shoulder\n feature this\n I done told yah\n we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n the fear in your eyes I see\n bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n [chorus x2]\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n for my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n Cuz I'm down for a caper\n\n [Master P]\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm daily like Freddy\n You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n I got to much choice in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n there would be no money or rapping.\n\n [Master P]\n\n You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n\n [chorus till fade]\n"},{"id":36592518,"name":"Akickdoe!","trackName":"Akickdoe!","artistName":"C-Murder","albumName":"#2024 Hip-Hop Jan","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\n\nYo C-Murder\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\nPass the weed (ok)\nWe gon' head up interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\nWe gon' handle our business\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O.\nCuz u know whut?\nUs South niggaz don't playa hate\nWe got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time baby\nWe gon' handle our business\nAnd we gonna do this shit like g'z\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\n[Pimp C]\n\nThis game fucked up\nI ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\nUgh, and I'm a real nigga\nDown to put a forty-five to his head nigga\nLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\nTake that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\nNiggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\nThank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nAnd bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nAnd make a pimp bitch\nAnd never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n[Chorus x4]\n\nI'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n[Bun B]\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nChopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nSoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nGet that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nSo get the chip off your shoulder\nFeature this\nI done told yah\nWe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nThis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nThe fear in your eyes I see\nBitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nFor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\nCuz I'm down for a caper\n\n[Master P]\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm daily like Freddy\nYou see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nI got to much choice in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nThere would be no money or rapping.\n\n[Master P]\n\nYou see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\nCuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\nCuz I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nNigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?\n\n[Chorus till fade]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.89] [Master P]\n[00:02.59] Yo C-Murder\n[00:03.73] Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.30] Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n[00:07.16] Pass the weed (ok)\n[00:09.00] We gon' head up interstate 10\n[00:11.17] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:15.79] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n[00:16.84] We gon' handle our business\n[00:19.10] We gon' smoke\n[00:20.31] We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n[00:22.59] Cuz u know whut?\n[00:24.51] Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n[00:26.72] We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n[00:30.20] But it's your time baby\n[00:32.74] We gon' handle our business\n[00:33.85] And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n[00:36.10] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:37.32] Ya heard me?\n[00:37.62] [Pimp C]\n[00:37.96] This game fucked up\n[00:40.32] I ain't got no friends\n[00:41.96] I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n[00:46.00] Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n[00:48.39] Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n[00:51.45] Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:54.38] Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n[00:57.69] Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n[00:59.45] Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n[01:00.84] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:03.84] UGK and C-Murder\n[01:05.34] Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:07.14] Bout to fade the platinum\n[01:08.79] Smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:10.14] But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n[01:12.31] Serve my dick out her pussy\n[01:13.97] And bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:15.72] Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n[01:17.92] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:22.54] Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n[01:24.26] And make a pimp bitch\n[01:25.97] And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n[01:28.79] [Chorus x4]\n[01:29.38] I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n[01:30.62] Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:31.92] Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n[01:35.28] [Bun B]\n[01:40.88] They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:55.50] Now hold oon Bun B\n[01:57.20] I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:58.76] Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n[02:01.73] Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n[02:04.06] But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n[02:06.42] But I Gotta bust my magnums\n[02:08.25] Gotta gage these pistols\n[02:09.66] Hand grenades, and land mines\n[02:11.39] Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n[02:12.67] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:14.26] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:15.98] But all them bitches handle business\n[02:17.36] All of them violent\n[02:18.82] Bout it bout it and dangerous\n[02:20.51] Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:22.05] Bang with us, hang with us\n[02:23.74] Get that No Limit slang with us\n[02:25.18] I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n[02:26.55] So get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:29.79] Feature this\n[02:30.82] I done told yah\n[02:32.78] We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n[02:35.93] Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n[02:36.29] Sit down and take a time trip\n[02:37.65] This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:39.33] The fear in your eyes I see\n[02:41.07] Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n[02:43.47] [Chorus x2]\n[02:56.75] [C-Murder]\n[02:56.96] Lay it down muthafucka\n[02:57.86] Everybody gotta go\n[02:59.15] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[03:00.56] When I kick in the doe'\n[03:02.32] Nigga I'm mad at the world\n[03:04.29] For my lack of havin' papers\n[03:05.83] Fuck the law and the cops\n[03:07.45] Cuz I'm down for a caper\n[03:08.64] [Master P]\n[03:09.28] Some say we dangerous\n[03:10.73] Especially when we broke\n[03:11.92] I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:14.74] I just live for confetti\n[03:16.30] You see I'm daily like Freddy\n[03:17.98] You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n[03:21.07] [C-Murder]\n[03:21.42] I got to much choice in my head\n[03:22.63] I wanna take my own life\n[03:24.12] My last chance is a 211\n[03:26.01] But it got me thankin' twicee\n[03:27.39] It's a drought right now\n[03:28.91] So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:30.43] And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:32.27] There would be no money or rapping.\n[03:33.45] [Master P]\n[03:33.72] You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n[03:36.62] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n[03:39.88] You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:42.99] Keep your eyez on your enemies\n[03:46.20] Stack some chips and get out man.\n[03:47.13] [C-Murder]\n[03:47.46] Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n[03:48.26] I'll be a down ass nigga\n[03:49.39] And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n[03:50.92] And make my cheese get bigger\n[03:52.38] If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n[03:54.48] Cuz if I go to jail it's 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Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n start_ms: 131390\n end_ms: 132670\n- text: Some of them bitches whistle\n start_ms: 132670\n end_ms: 134260\n- text: Some of them bitches silent\n start_ms: 134260\n end_ms: 135980\n- text: But all them bitches handle business\n start_ms: 135980\n end_ms: 137360\n- text: All of them violent\n start_ms: 137360\n end_ms: 138820\n- text: Bout it bout it and dangerous\n start_ms: 138820\n end_ms: 140510\n- text: Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n start_ms: 140510\n end_ms: 142050\n- text: Bang with us, hang with us\n start_ms: 142050\n end_ms: 143740\n- text: Get that No Limit slang with us\n start_ms: 143740\n end_ms: 145180\n- text: I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n start_ms: 145180\n end_ms: 146550\n- text: So get the chip off your shoulder\n start_ms: 146550\n end_ms: 149790\n- text: Feature this\n start_ms: 149790\n end_ms: 150820\n- text: I done told yah\n start_ms: 150820\n end_ms: 152780\n- text: We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n start_ms: 152780\n end_ms: 155930\n- text: Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n start_ms: 155930\n end_ms: 156290\n- text: Sit down and take a time trip\n start_ms: 156290\n end_ms: 157650\n- text: This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n start_ms: 157650\n end_ms: 159330\n- text: The fear in your eyes I see\n start_ms: 159330\n end_ms: 161070\n- text: Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n start_ms: 161070\n end_ms: 163470\n- text: '[Chorus x2]'\n start_ms: 163470\n end_ms: 176750\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 176750\n end_ms: 176960\n- text: Lay it down muthafucka\n start_ms: 176960\n end_ms: 177860\n- text: Everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 177860\n end_ms: 179150\n- text: Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n start_ms: 179150\n end_ms: 180560\n- text: When I kick in the doe'\n start_ms: 180560\n end_ms: 182320\n- text: Nigga I'm mad at the world\n start_ms: 182320\n end_ms: 184290\n- text: For my lack of havin' papers\n start_ms: 184290\n end_ms: 185830\n- text: Fuck the law and the cops\n start_ms: 185830\n end_ms: 187450\n- text: Cuz I'm down for a caper\n start_ms: 187450\n end_ms: 188640\n- text: '[Master P]'\n start_ms: 188640\n end_ms: 189280\n- text: Some say we dangerous\n start_ms: 189280\n end_ms: 190730\n- text: Especially when we broke\n start_ms: 190730\n end_ms: 191920\n- text: I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n start_ms: 191920\n end_ms: 194740\n- text: I just live for confetti\n start_ms: 194740\n end_ms: 196300\n- text: You see I'm daily like Freddy\n start_ms: 196300\n end_ms: 197980\n- text: You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n start_ms: 197980\n end_ms: 201070\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 201070\n end_ms: 201420\n- text: I got to much choice in my head\n start_ms: 201420\n end_ms: 202630\n- text: I wanna take my own life\n start_ms: 202630\n end_ms: 204120\n- text: My last chance is a 211\n start_ms: 204120\n end_ms: 206010\n- text: But it got me thankin' twicee\n start_ms: 206010\n end_ms: 207390\n- text: It's a drought right now\n start_ms: 207390\n end_ms: 208910\n- text: So these drugs ain't happenin'\n start_ms: 208910\n end_ms: 210430\n- text: And if it wasn't for No Limit\n start_ms: 210430\n end_ms: 212270\n- text: There would be no money or rapping.\n start_ms: 212270\n end_ms: 213450\n- text: '[Master P]'\n start_ms: 213450\n end_ms: 213720\n- text: You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n start_ms: 213720\n end_ms: 216620\n- text: The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n start_ms: 216620\n end_ms: 219880\n- text: You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n start_ms: 219880\n end_ms: 222990\n- text: Keep your eyez on your enemies\n start_ms: 222990\n end_ms: 226200\n- text: Stack some chips and get out man.\n start_ms: 226200\n end_ms: 227130\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 227130\n end_ms: 227460\n- text: Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n start_ms: 227460\n end_ms: 228260\n- text: I'll be a down ass nigga\n start_ms: 228260\n end_ms: 229390\n- text: And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n start_ms: 229390\n end_ms: 230920\n- text: And make my cheese get bigger\n start_ms: 230920\n end_ms: 232380\n- text: If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n start_ms: 232380\n end_ms: 234480\n- text: Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n start_ms: 234480\n end_ms: 235660\n- text: Nigga 2 shots in the air\n start_ms: 235660\n end_ms: 238630\n- text: Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n start_ms: 238630\n end_ms: 241530\n- text: And if you bout i make a move\n start_ms: 241530\n end_ms: 243240\n- text: Nigga, everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 243240\n end_ms: 245270\n- text: Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n start_ms: 245270\n end_ms: 246550\n- text: With tapes hooked up\n start_ms: 246550\n end_ms: 249190\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 249190\n end_ms: 249580\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 249580\n end_ms: 250530\n- text: '[Chorus till fade]'\n start_ms: 250530\n end_ms: 272960\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 272960\nplain: |-\n [Master P]\n\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n Cuz u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n [Pimp C]\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n And bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n And make a pimp bitch\n And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n [Chorus x4]\n\n I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n [Bun B]\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n Get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n So get the chip off your shoulder\n Feature this\n I done told yah\n We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n The fear in your eyes I see\n Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n [Chorus x2]\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n For my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n Cuz I'm down for a caper\n\n [Master P]\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm daily like Freddy\n You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n I got to much choice in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n There would be no money or rapping.\n\n [Master P]\n\n You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n Nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n\n [Chorus till fade]\n"},{"id":33864740,"name":"Akickdoe","trackName":"Akickdoe","artistName":"C‐Murder","albumName":"Life Or Death","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Master P]\n\nYo C-Murder\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\nPass the weed (ok)\nWe gon' head up interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\nWe gon' handle our business\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O.\nCuz u know whut?\nUs South niggaz don't playa hate\nWe got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time baby\nWe gon' handle our business\nAnd we gonna do this shit like g'z\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\n[Pimp C]\n\nThis game fucked up\nI ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\nUgh, and I'm a real nigga\nDown to put a forty-five to his head nigga\nLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\nTake that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\nNiggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\nThank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nand bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nand make a pimp bitch\nand never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n[chorus x4]\n\nI'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n[Bun B]\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nchopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nsoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nget that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nso get the chip off your shoulder\nfeature this\nI done told yah\nwe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nthis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nthe fear in your eyes I see\nbitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n[chorus x2]\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nfor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\nCuz I'm down for a caper\n\n[Master P]\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm daily like Freddy\nYou see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nI got to much choice in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nthere would be no money or rapping.\n\n[Master P]\n\nYou see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nkeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\n[C-Murder]\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\nCuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\nCuz I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nnigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?\n\n[chorus till fade]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.89] [Master P]\n[00:02.59] Yo C-Murder\n[00:03.73] Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.30] Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n[00:07.16] Pass the weed (ok)\n[00:09.00] We gon' head up interstate 10\n[00:11.17] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:15.79] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n[00:16.84] We gon' handle our business\n[00:19.10] We gon' smoke\n[00:20.31] We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n[00:22.59] Cuz u know whut?\n[00:24.51] Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n[00:26.72] We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n[00:30.20] But it's your time baby\n[00:32.74] We gon' handle our business\n[00:33.85] And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n[00:36.10] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:37.32] Ya heard me?\n[00:37.62] [Pimp C]\n[00:37.96] This game fucked up\n[00:40.32] I ain't got no friends\n[00:41.96] I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n[00:46.00] Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n[00:48.39] Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n[00:51.45] Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:54.38] Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n[00:57.69] Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n[00:59.45] Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n[01:00.84] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:03.84] UGK and C-Murder\n[01:05.34] Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:07.14] Bout to fade the platinum\n[01:08.79] Smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:10.14] But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n[01:12.31] Serve my dick out her pussy\n[01:13.97] and bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:15.72] Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n[01:17.92] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:22.54] Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n[01:24.26] and make a pimp bitch\n[01:25.97] and never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n[01:28.79] [chorus x4]\n[01:29.38] I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n[01:30.62] Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:31.92] Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n[01:35.28] [Bun B]\n[01:40.88] They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:55.50] Now hold oon Bun B\n[01:57.20] I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:58.76] Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n[02:01.73] Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n[02:04.06] But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n[02:06.42] But I Gotta bust my magnums\n[02:08.25] Gotta gage these pistols\n[02:09.66] Hand grenades, and land mines\n[02:11.39] chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n[02:12.67] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:14.26] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:15.98] But all them bitches handle business\n[02:17.36] All of them violent\n[02:18.82] Bout it bout it and dangerous\n[02:20.51] soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:22.05] Bang with us, hang with us\n[02:23.74] get that No Limit slang with us\n[02:25.18] I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n[02:26.55] so get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:29.79] feature this\n[02:30.82] I done told yah\n[02:32.78] we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n[02:35.93] Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n[02:36.29] Sit down and take a time trip\n[02:37.65] this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:39.33] the fear in your eyes I see\n[02:41.07] bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n[02:43.47] [chorus x2]\n[02:56.75] [C-Murder]\n[02:56.96] Lay it down muthafucka\n[02:57.86] Everybody gotta go\n[02:59.15] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[03:00.56] When I kick in the doe'\n[03:02.32] Nigga I'm mad at the world\n[03:04.29] for my lack of havin' papers\n[03:05.83] Fuck the law and the cops\n[03:07.45] Cuz I'm down for a caper\n[03:08.64] [Master P]\n[03:09.28] Some say we dangerous\n[03:10.73] Especially when we broke\n[03:11.92] I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:14.74] I just live for confetti\n[03:16.30] You see I'm daily like Freddy\n[03:17.98] You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n[03:21.07] [C-Murder]\n[03:21.42] I got to much choice in my head\n[03:22.63] I wanna take my own life\n[03:24.12] My last chance is a 211\n[03:26.01] But it got me thankin' twicee\n[03:27.39] It's a drought right now\n[03:28.91] So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:30.43] And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:32.27] there would be no money or rapping.\n[03:33.45] [Master P]\n[03:33.72] You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n[03:36.62] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n[03:39.88] You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:42.99] keep your eyez on your enemies\n[03:46.20] Stack some chips and get out man.\n[03:47.13] [C-Murder]\n[03:47.46] Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n[03:48.26] I'll be a down ass nigga\n[03:49.39] And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n[03:50.92] And make my cheese get bigger\n[03:52.38] If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n[03:54.48] Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n[03:55.66] Nigga 2 shots in the air\n[03:58.63] Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n[04:01.53] And if you bout i make a move\n[04:03.24] nigga, everybody gotta go\n[04:05.27] Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n[04:06.55] With tapes hooked up\n[04:09.19] C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n[04:09.58] Now Nigga what?\n[04:10.53] [chorus till fade]\n[04:32.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Akickdoe\n artist: C‐Murder\n album: Life Or Death\n duration_ms: 274000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Master P]'\n start_ms: 1890\n end_ms: 2590\n- text: Yo C-Murder\n start_ms: 2590\n end_ms: 3730\n- text: Nigga you woke?\n start_ms: 3730\n end_ms: 5300\n- text: Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n start_ms: 5300\n end_ms: 7160\n- text: Pass the weed (ok)\n start_ms: 7160\n end_ms: 9000\n- text: We gon' head up interstate 10\n start_ms: 9000\n end_ms: 11170\n- text: We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n 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37960\n end_ms: 40320\n- text: I ain't got no friends\n start_ms: 40320\n end_ms: 41960\n- text: I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n start_ms: 41960\n end_ms: 46000\n- text: Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n start_ms: 46000\n end_ms: 48390\n- text: Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n start_ms: 48390\n end_ms: 51450\n- text: Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n start_ms: 51450\n end_ms: 54380\n- text: Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n start_ms: 54380\n end_ms: 57690\n- text: Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n start_ms: 57690\n end_ms: 59450\n- text: Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n start_ms: 59450\n end_ms: 60840\n- text: Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n start_ms: 60840\n end_ms: 63840\n- text: UGK and C-Murder\n start_ms: 63840\n end_ms: 65340\n- text: Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n start_ms: 65340\n end_ms: 67140\n- text: Bout to fade the platinum\n start_ms: 67140\n end_ms: 68790\n- text: Smoke some dank and some drank\n start_ms: 68790\n end_ms: 70140\n- text: But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n start_ms: 70140\n end_ms: 72310\n- text: Serve my dick out her pussy\n start_ms: 72310\n end_ms: 73970\n- text: and bust my nuts on her titties\n start_ms: 73970\n end_ms: 75720\n- text: Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n start_ms: 75720\n end_ms: 77920\n- text: With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n start_ms: 77920\n end_ms: 82540\n- text: Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n start_ms: 82540\n end_ms: 84260\n- text: and make a pimp bitch\n start_ms: 84260\n end_ms: 85970\n- text: and never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n start_ms: 85970\n end_ms: 88790\n- text: '[chorus x4]'\n start_ms: 88790\n end_ms: 89380\n- text: I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n start_ms: 89380\n end_ms: 90620\n- text: Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 90620\n end_ms: 91920\n- text: Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n start_ms: 91920\n end_ms: 95280\n- text: '[Bun B]'\n start_ms: 95280\n end_ms: 100880\n- text: They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n start_ms: 100880\n end_ms: 115500\n- text: Now hold oon Bun B\n start_ms: 115500\n end_ms: 117200\n- text: I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n start_ms: 117200\n end_ms: 118760\n- text: Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n start_ms: 118760\n end_ms: 121730\n- text: Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n start_ms: 121730\n end_ms: 124060\n- text: But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n start_ms: 124060\n end_ms: 126420\n- text: But I Gotta bust my magnums\n start_ms: 126420\n end_ms: 128250\n- text: Gotta gage these pistols\n start_ms: 128250\n end_ms: 129660\n- text: Hand grenades, and land mines\n start_ms: 129660\n end_ms: 131390\n- text: chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n start_ms: 131390\n end_ms: 132670\n- text: Some of them bitches whistle\n start_ms: 132670\n end_ms: 134260\n- text: Some of them bitches silent\n start_ms: 134260\n end_ms: 135980\n- text: But all them bitches handle business\n start_ms: 135980\n end_ms: 137360\n- text: All of them violent\n start_ms: 137360\n end_ms: 138820\n- text: Bout it bout it and dangerous\n start_ms: 138820\n end_ms: 140510\n- text: soldiers that wanna gang with us\n start_ms: 140510\n end_ms: 142050\n- text: Bang with us, hang with us\n start_ms: 142050\n end_ms: 143740\n- text: get that No Limit slang with us\n start_ms: 143740\n end_ms: 145180\n- text: I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n start_ms: 145180\n end_ms: 146550\n- text: so get the chip off your shoulder\n start_ms: 146550\n end_ms: 149790\n- text: feature this\n start_ms: 149790\n end_ms: 150820\n- text: I done told yah\n start_ms: 150820\n end_ms: 152780\n- text: we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n start_ms: 152780\n end_ms: 155930\n- text: Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n start_ms: 155930\n end_ms: 156290\n- text: Sit down and take a time trip\n start_ms: 156290\n end_ms: 157650\n- text: this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n start_ms: 157650\n end_ms: 159330\n- text: the fear in your eyes I see\n start_ms: 159330\n end_ms: 161070\n- text: bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n start_ms: 161070\n end_ms: 163470\n- text: '[chorus x2]'\n start_ms: 163470\n end_ms: 176750\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 176750\n end_ms: 176960\n- text: Lay it down muthafucka\n start_ms: 176960\n end_ms: 177860\n- text: Everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 177860\n end_ms: 179150\n- text: Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n start_ms: 179150\n end_ms: 180560\n- text: When I kick in the doe'\n start_ms: 180560\n end_ms: 182320\n- text: Nigga I'm mad at the world\n start_ms: 182320\n end_ms: 184290\n- text: for my lack of havin' papers\n start_ms: 184290\n end_ms: 185830\n- text: Fuck 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206010\n end_ms: 207390\n- text: It's a drought right now\n start_ms: 207390\n end_ms: 208910\n- text: So these drugs ain't happenin'\n start_ms: 208910\n end_ms: 210430\n- text: And if it wasn't for No Limit\n start_ms: 210430\n end_ms: 212270\n- text: there would be no money or rapping.\n start_ms: 212270\n end_ms: 213450\n- text: '[Master P]'\n start_ms: 213450\n end_ms: 213720\n- text: You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n start_ms: 213720\n end_ms: 216620\n- text: The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n start_ms: 216620\n end_ms: 219880\n- text: You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n start_ms: 219880\n end_ms: 222990\n- text: keep your eyez on your enemies\n start_ms: 222990\n end_ms: 226200\n- text: Stack some chips and get out man.\n start_ms: 226200\n end_ms: 227130\n- text: '[C-Murder]'\n start_ms: 227130\n end_ms: 227460\n- text: Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n start_ms: 227460\n end_ms: 228260\n- text: I'll be a down ass nigga\n start_ms: 228260\n end_ms: 229390\n- text: And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n start_ms: 229390\n end_ms: 230920\n- text: And make my cheese get bigger\n start_ms: 230920\n end_ms: 232380\n- text: If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n start_ms: 232380\n end_ms: 234480\n- text: Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n start_ms: 234480\n end_ms: 235660\n- text: Nigga 2 shots in the air\n start_ms: 235660\n end_ms: 238630\n- text: Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n start_ms: 238630\n end_ms: 241530\n- text: And if you bout i make a move\n start_ms: 241530\n end_ms: 243240\n- text: nigga, everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 243240\n end_ms: 245270\n- text: Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n start_ms: 245270\n end_ms: 246550\n- text: With tapes hooked up\n start_ms: 246550\n end_ms: 249190\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 249190\n end_ms: 249580\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 249580\n end_ms: 250530\n- text: '[chorus till fade]'\n start_ms: 250530\n end_ms: 272960\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 272960\nplain: |-\n [Master P]\n\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n Cuz u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n [Pimp C]\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n and bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n and make a pimp bitch\n and never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n [chorus x4]\n\n I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n [Bun B]\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n so get the chip off your shoulder\n feature this\n I done told yah\n we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n the fear in your eyes I see\n bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n [chorus x2]\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n for my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n Cuz I'm down for a caper\n\n [Master P]\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm daily like Freddy\n You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n I got to much choice in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n there would be no money or rapping.\n\n [Master P]\n\n You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n [C-Murder]\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n\n [chorus till fade]\n"},{"id":6344636,"name":"Akickdoe! (feat. Pimp, Bun B & Master P)","trackName":"Akickdoe! (feat. Pimp, Bun B & Master P)","artistName":"C-Murder feat. 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(huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nAnd bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nAnd make a pimp bitch\nAnd never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n\nI'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nChopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nSoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nGet that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nSo get the chip off your shoulder\nFix your lip\nI done told yah\nWe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nThis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nThe fear in your eyes I see\nBitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nFor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\n'Cause I'm down for a caper\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm deadly like Freddy\nI run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\nI got to much stress in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nThere would be no money or rapping.\n\nYou see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\n'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nNigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] Yo C-Murder\n[00:03.61] Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.46] Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n[00:06.36] Pass the weed (ok)\n[00:08.15] We gon' head up interstate 10\n[00:09.91] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:12.67] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n[00:16.22] We gon' handle our business\n[00:18.09] We gon' smoke\n[00:18.93] We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n[00:19.82] 'Cause u know whut?\n[00:21.67] Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n[00:23.59] We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n[00:28.00] But it's your time baby\n[00:30.71] We gon' handle our business\n[00:32.52] And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n[00:34.32] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:36.10] Ya heard me?\n[00:37.99] This game fucked up\n[00:38.87] I ain't got no friends\n[00:40.66] I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n[00:43.34] Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n[00:46.11] Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\n[00:47.97] Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:52.41] Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\n[00:55.12] Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\n[00:58.74] Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n[01:00.54] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:02.31] UGK and C-Murder\n[01:03.25] Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:05.08] Bout to fade the platinum\n[01:06.93] Smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:07.86] But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n[01:10.55] Serve my dick out her pussy\n[01:12.39] And bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:13.22] Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n[01:17.76] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:20.48] Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n[01:22.25] And make a pimp bitch\n[01:24.06] And never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n[01:26.70] I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n[01:28.67] Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:30.43] Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n[01:33.10] They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:36.77] Now hold oon Bun B\n[01:39.45] I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:40.32] Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n[01:57.50] Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n[01:58.45] But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n[01:59.31] But I Gotta bust my magnums\n[02:00.27] Gotta gage these pistols\n[02:01.11] Hand grenades, and land mines\n[02:02.06] Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n[02:02.98] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:03.89] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:04.77] But all them bitches handle business\n[02:06.50] All of them violent\n[02:07.43] Bout it bout it and dangerous\n[02:08.31] Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:09.21] Bang with us, hang with us\n[02:10.18] Get that No Limit slang with us\n[02:11.00] I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n[02:11.95] So get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:12.86] Fix your lip\n[02:29.15] I done told yah\n[02:30.05] We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n[02:32.78] Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n[02:34.52] Sit down and take a time trip\n[02:35.42] This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:37.33] The fear in your eyes I see\n[02:39.18] Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n[02:41.83] Lay it down muthafucka\n[02:44.50] Everybody gotta go\n[02:45.42] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[02:47.23] When I kick in the doe'\n[02:49.08] Nigga I'm mad at the world\n[02:50.87] For my lack of havin' papers\n[02:52.65] Fuck the law and the cops\n[02:53.59] 'Cause I'm down for a caper\n[03:07.13] Some say we dangerous\n[03:08.07] Especially when we broke\n[03:09.86] I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:12.55] I just live for confetti\n[03:14.33] You see I'm deadly like Freddy\n[03:16.15] I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n[03:17.04] I got to much stress in my head\n[03:20.60] I wanna take my own life\n[03:22.56] My last chance is a 211\n[03:24.37] But it got me thankin' twicee\n[03:25.21] It's a drought right now\n[03:27.08] So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:28.85] And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:29.71] There would be no money or rapping.\n[03:31.53] You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\n[03:34.21] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n[03:37.87] You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:40.69] Keep your eyez on your enemies\n[03:42.49] Stack some chips and get out man.\n[03:44.29] Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n[03:46.02] I'll be a down ass nigga\n[03:46.93] And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n[03:48.78] And make my cheese get bigger\n[03:50.55] If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n[03:52.44] 'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n[03:56.00] Nigga 2 shots in the air\n[03:57.89] 'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke\n[03:59.62] And if you bout i make a move\n[04:01.48] Nigga, everybody gotta go\n[04:03.25] Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n[04:05.02] With tapes hooked up\n[04:05.91] C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n[04:07.72] Now Nigga what?\n[04:09.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Akickdoe! 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(huh nigga what?)\n start_ms: 58740\n end_ms: 60540\n- text: Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n start_ms: 60540\n end_ms: 62310\n- text: UGK and C-Murder\n start_ms: 62310\n end_ms: 63250\n- text: Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n start_ms: 63250\n end_ms: 65080\n- text: Bout to fade the platinum\n start_ms: 65080\n end_ms: 66930\n- text: Smoke some dank and some drank\n start_ms: 66930\n end_ms: 67860\n- text: But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n start_ms: 67860\n end_ms: 70550\n- text: Serve my dick out her pussy\n start_ms: 70550\n end_ms: 72390\n- text: And bust my nuts on her titties\n start_ms: 72390\n end_ms: 73220\n- text: Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n start_ms: 73220\n end_ms: 77760\n- text: With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n start_ms: 77760\n end_ms: 80480\n- text: Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n start_ms: 80480\n end_ms: 82250\n- text: And make a pimp bitch\n start_ms: 82250\n end_ms: 84060\n- text: And never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n start_ms: 84060\n end_ms: 86700\n- text: I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n start_ms: 86700\n end_ms: 88670\n- text: Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 88670\n end_ms: 90430\n- text: Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n start_ms: 90430\n end_ms: 93100\n- text: They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n start_ms: 93100\n end_ms: 96770\n- text: Now hold oon Bun B\n start_ms: 96770\n end_ms: 99450\n- text: I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n start_ms: 99450\n end_ms: 100320\n- text: Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n start_ms: 100320\n end_ms: 117500\n- text: Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n start_ms: 117500\n end_ms: 118450\n- text: But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n start_ms: 118450\n end_ms: 119310\n- text: But I Gotta bust my magnums\n start_ms: 119310\n end_ms: 120270\n- text: Gotta gage these pistols\n start_ms: 120270\n end_ms: 121110\n- text: Hand grenades, and land mines\n start_ms: 121110\n end_ms: 122060\n- text: Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n start_ms: 122060\n 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236000\n- text: Nigga 2 shots in the air\n start_ms: 236000\n end_ms: 237890\n- text: '''Cause I ain''t bout bein'' broke'\n start_ms: 237890\n end_ms: 239620\n- text: And if you bout i make a move\n start_ms: 239620\n end_ms: 241480\n- text: Nigga, everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 241480\n end_ms: 243250\n- text: Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n start_ms: 243250\n end_ms: 245020\n- text: With tapes hooked up\n start_ms: 245020\n end_ms: 245910\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 245910\n end_ms: 247720\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 247720\n end_ms: 249690\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 249690\nplain: |-\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n 'Cause u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n And bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n And make a pimp bitch\n And never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n\n I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n Get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n So get the chip off your shoulder\n Fix your lip\n I done told yah\n We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n The fear in your eyes I see\n Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n For my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n 'Cause I'm down for a caper\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm deadly like Freddy\n I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n I got to much stress in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n There would be no money or rapping.\n\n You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n 'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n 'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n Nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n"},{"id":24060703,"name":"Akickdoe","trackName":"Akickdoe","artistName":"C-Murder - Life Or Death","albumName":"Life or Death","duration":276.584437,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, C-Murder\nYou can be woke, keep your eyes on the road\nPass the weed, we gon' head up Interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C and Bun B\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\nWe gon' handle our business, we gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O\n'Cause you know what? Us south niggas don't playa hate\nWe got love from the south, the east, to the west, to the nizzor\nBut it's your time now, baby, we gon' handle our business\nAnd we gon' do this shit like Gs\nWe gon' represent to the dizzend, ya heard me?\n\nThis game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\nAnd I done spent my last 70 thousand dollars on a drop-top Benz\nUgh, and I'm a trill nigga\nTryin' to put the.45 to his Hilfiger\nLay it down, motherfucker, 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\nStack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\nNigga down in Port Arthur, nigga thinkin' I'm playin'\nBust seventeen times to let him feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a tank\n'Bout to fade to platinum, smoke some dank and some drank\nYo, pussy, fuck me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy and bust my nuts in her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right, nigga, and make a pimp, nigga\nAnd never put no trust in no trick-ass bitch\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\n\nThey tried to run up in the manger\nThe home of Bun B, I-G-Wee-Wee, Kilo, and Danja\nJust like the ATF is HPD and Texas Rangers\nNiggas fuck with me and my middle fingers\nBut to this fuckin' shit, we ain't strangers\nWith high calibers and magnums, 12-gauges, pistols\nHand grenades and landmines, choppers, pipe bombs, and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle, some of them bitches silent\nBut all them niggas handle they business, all of 'em violent\nBody rowdy and dangerous, hoes is quick to join the gang with us\nYou can bang with us, hang with us\nSpit that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\nSo get that chip off your shoulder\nFix your lip, I done told ya, we'll hold you\nHostage in your own motherfuckin' complex\nNigga, I can see that you got 'plex, sit down and take a complex\nThis ain't nothin' to sneeze at\nThe fear in your eyes, I see that\nPussy, where the keys and the Gs at?\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\n\nLay it down, motherfucker, or everybody gotta go\n\"Give me the loot\" is what I tell 'em when I kick in the door\nNigga, I'm mad at the world from a lack of havin' paper\nFuck the law and the cops 'cause I'm down for a caper\n\nSome say we dangerous, especially when we broke\nI'm more deadly than a dopefiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti, you see, I'm deadly like Freddy\nI run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\nI got too much stress in my head, I wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211 but it got me danglin' twice\nIt's a drought right now, so these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit, there wouldn't be no money in rappin'\n\nYou see, my boy had a 'partment full of keys and Gs\nThe word on the street is homie told his baby mama to freeze\nYou see, you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyes on your enemies, stack some chips and get out, mayne\n\nGive me a ski mask, a nine, and a down-ass bitch\nAnd watch me pull a flea flicker and make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught, I'm facin' 25, but that don't mean shit\n'Cause if I go to jail, it gotta be better than livin' like this\nBitch, it's two shots in the air 'cause I ain't 'bout bein' broke\nAnd if anybody make a move, nigga, everybody gotta go\nWe just some violent niggas from New Orleans\nAnd Texas, Mook'd Up, C-Murder, Master P, and UGK, my nigga\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Akickdoe\n artist: C-Murder - Life Or Death\n album: Life or Death\n duration_ms: 276584\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yo, C-Murder\n You can be woke, keep your eyes on the road\n Pass the weed, we gon' head up Interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C and Bun B\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\n We gon' handle our business, we gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O\n 'Cause you know what? Us south niggas don't playa hate\n We got love from the south, the east, to the west, to the nizzor\n But it's your time now, baby, we gon' handle our business\n And we gon' do this shit like Gs\n We gon' represent to the dizzend, ya heard me?\n\n This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\n And I done spent my last 70 thousand dollars on a drop-top Benz\n Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga\n Tryin' to put the.45 to his Hilfiger\n Lay it down, motherfucker, 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\n Stack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\n Nigga down in Port Arthur, nigga thinkin' I'm playin'\n Bust seventeen times to let him feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a tank\n 'Bout to fade to platinum, smoke some dank and some drank\n Yo, pussy, fuck me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy and bust my nuts in her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right, nigga, and make a pimp, nigga\n And never put no trust in no trick-ass bitch\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\n\n They tried to run up in the manger\n The home of Bun B, I-G-Wee-Wee, Kilo, and Danja\n Just like the ATF is HPD and Texas Rangers\n Niggas fuck with me and my middle fingers\n But to this fuckin' shit, we ain't strangers\n With high calibers and magnums, 12-gauges, pistols\n Hand grenades and landmines, choppers, pipe bombs, and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle, some of them bitches silent\n But all them niggas handle they business, all of 'em violent\n Body rowdy and dangerous, hoes is quick to join the gang with us\n You can bang with us, hang with us\n Spit that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n So get that chip off your shoulder\n Fix your lip, I done told ya, we'll hold you\n Hostage in your own motherfuckin' complex\n Nigga, I can see that you got 'plex, sit down and take a complex\n This ain't nothin' to sneeze at\n The fear in your eyes, I see that\n Pussy, where the keys and the Gs at?\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\n\n Lay it down, motherfucker, or everybody gotta go\n \"Give me the loot\" is what I tell 'em when I kick in the door\n Nigga, I'm mad at the world from a lack of havin' paper\n Fuck the law and the cops 'cause I'm down for a caper\n\n Some say we dangerous, especially when we broke\n I'm more deadly than a dopefiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti, you see, I'm deadly like Freddy\n I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n I got too much stress in my head, I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211 but it got me danglin' twice\n It's a drought right now, so these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit, there wouldn't be no money in rappin'\n\n You see, my boy had a 'partment full of keys and Gs\n The word on the street is homie told his baby mama to freeze\n You see, you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyes on your enemies, stack some chips and get out, mayne\n\n Give me a ski mask, a nine, and a down-ass bitch\n And watch me pull a flea flicker and make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught, I'm facin' 25, but that don't mean shit\n 'Cause if I go to jail, it gotta be better than livin' like this\n Bitch, it's two shots in the air 'cause I ain't 'bout bein' broke\n And if anybody make a move, nigga, everybody gotta go\n We just some violent niggas from New Orleans\n And Texas, Mook'd Up, C-Murder, Master P, and UGK, my nigga\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe, lay down on the floor\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go\n"},{"id":6344637,"name":"Akickdoe! (Feat. Bun B, Master P & Pimp C)","trackName":"Akickdoe! (Feat. Bun B, Master P & Pimp C)","artistName":"C-Murder","albumName":"Snoop Dogg Presents: My #1 Priority","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo C-Murder\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\nPass the weed (ok)\nWe gon' head up interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\nWe gon' handle our business\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O.\n'Cause u know whut?\nUs South niggaz don't playa hate\nWe got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time baby\nWe gon' handle our business\nAnd we gonna do this shit like g'z\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\nThis game fucked up\nI ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\nUgh, and I'm a real nigga\nDown to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\nLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\nTake them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\nNiggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\nThank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nAnd bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nAnd make a pimp bitch\nAnd never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n\nI'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nChopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nSoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nGet that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nSo get the chip off your shoulder\nFix your lip\nI done told yah\nWe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nThis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nThe fear in your eyes I see\nBitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nFor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\n'Cause I'm down for a caper\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm deadly like Freddy\nI run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\nI got to much stress in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nThere would be no money or rapping.\n\nYou see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\n'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nNigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] Yo C-Murder\n[00:03.61] Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.46] Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n[00:06.36] Pass the weed (ok)\n[00:08.15] We gon' head up interstate 10\n[00:09.91] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:12.67] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n[00:16.22] We gon' handle our business\n[00:18.09] We gon' smoke\n[00:18.93] We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n[00:19.82] 'Cause u know whut?\n[00:21.67] Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n[00:23.59] We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n[00:28.00] But it's your time baby\n[00:30.71] We gon' handle our business\n[00:32.52] And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n[00:34.32] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:36.10] Ya heard me?\n[00:37.99] This game fucked up\n[00:38.87] I ain't got no friends\n[00:40.66] I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n[00:43.34] Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n[00:46.11] Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\n[00:47.97] Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:52.41] Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\n[00:55.12] Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\n[00:58.74] Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n[01:00.54] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:02.31] UGK and C-Murder\n[01:03.25] Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:05.08] Bout to fade the platinum\n[01:06.93] Smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:07.86] But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n[01:10.55] Serve my dick out her pussy\n[01:12.39] And bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:13.22] Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n[01:17.76] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:20.48] Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n[01:22.25] And make a pimp bitch\n[01:24.06] And never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n[01:26.70] I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n[01:28.67] Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:30.43] Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n[01:33.10] They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:36.77] Now hold oon Bun B\n[01:39.45] I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:40.32] Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n[01:57.50] Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n[01:58.45] But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n[01:59.31] But I Gotta bust my magnums\n[02:00.27] Gotta gage these pistols\n[02:01.11] Hand grenades, and land mines\n[02:02.06] Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n[02:02.98] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:03.89] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:04.77] But all them bitches handle business\n[02:06.50] All of them violent\n[02:07.43] Bout it bout it and dangerous\n[02:08.31] Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:09.21] Bang with us, hang with us\n[02:10.18] Get that No Limit slang with us\n[02:11.00] I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n[02:11.95] So get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:12.86] Fix your lip\n[02:29.15] I done told yah\n[02:30.05] We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n[02:32.78] Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n[02:34.52] Sit down and take a time trip\n[02:35.42] This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:37.33] The fear in your eyes I see\n[02:39.18] Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n[02:41.83] Lay it down muthafucka\n[02:44.50] Everybody gotta go\n[02:45.42] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[02:47.23] When I kick in the doe'\n[02:49.08] Nigga I'm mad at the world\n[02:50.87] For my lack of havin' papers\n[02:52.65] Fuck the law and the cops\n[02:53.59] 'Cause I'm down for a caper\n[03:07.13] Some say we dangerous\n[03:08.07] Especially when we broke\n[03:09.86] I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:12.55] I just live for confetti\n[03:14.33] You see I'm deadly like Freddy\n[03:16.15] I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n[03:17.04] I got to much stress in my head\n[03:20.60] I wanna take my own life\n[03:22.56] My last chance is a 211\n[03:24.37] But it got me thankin' twicee\n[03:25.21] It's a drought right now\n[03:27.08] So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:28.85] And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:29.71] There would be no money or rapping.\n[03:31.53] You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\n[03:34.21] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n[03:37.87] You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:40.69] Keep your eyez on your enemies\n[03:42.49] Stack some chips and get out man.\n[03:44.29] Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n[03:46.02] I'll be a down ass nigga\n[03:46.93] And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n[03:48.78] And make my cheese get bigger\n[03:50.55] If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n[03:52.44] 'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n[03:56.00] Nigga 2 shots in the air\n[03:57.89] 'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke\n[03:59.62] And if you bout i make a move\n[04:01.48] Nigga, everybody gotta go\n[04:03.25] Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n[04:05.02] With tapes hooked up\n[04:05.91] C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n[04:07.72] Now Nigga what?\n[04:09.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Akickdoe! 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(huh nigga what?)\n start_ms: 58740\n end_ms: 60540\n- text: Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n start_ms: 60540\n end_ms: 62310\n- text: UGK and C-Murder\n start_ms: 62310\n end_ms: 63250\n- text: Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n start_ms: 63250\n end_ms: 65080\n- text: Bout to fade the platinum\n start_ms: 65080\n end_ms: 66930\n- text: Smoke some dank and some drank\n start_ms: 66930\n end_ms: 67860\n- text: But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n start_ms: 67860\n end_ms: 70550\n- text: Serve my dick out her pussy\n start_ms: 70550\n end_ms: 72390\n- text: And bust my nuts on her titties\n start_ms: 72390\n end_ms: 73220\n- text: Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n start_ms: 73220\n end_ms: 77760\n- text: With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n start_ms: 77760\n end_ms: 80480\n- text: Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n start_ms: 80480\n end_ms: 82250\n- text: And make a pimp bitch\n start_ms: 82250\n end_ms: 84060\n- text: And never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n start_ms: 84060\n end_ms: 86700\n- text: I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n start_ms: 86700\n end_ms: 88670\n- text: Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 88670\n end_ms: 90430\n- text: Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n start_ms: 90430\n end_ms: 93100\n- text: They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n start_ms: 93100\n end_ms: 96770\n- text: Now hold oon Bun B\n start_ms: 96770\n end_ms: 99450\n- text: I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n start_ms: 99450\n end_ms: 100320\n- text: Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n start_ms: 100320\n end_ms: 117500\n- text: Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n start_ms: 117500\n end_ms: 118450\n- text: But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n start_ms: 118450\n end_ms: 119310\n- text: But I Gotta bust my magnums\n start_ms: 119310\n end_ms: 120270\n- text: Gotta gage these pistols\n start_ms: 120270\n end_ms: 121110\n- text: Hand grenades, and land mines\n start_ms: 121110\n end_ms: 122060\n- text: Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n start_ms: 122060\n 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236000\n- text: Nigga 2 shots in the air\n start_ms: 236000\n end_ms: 237890\n- text: '''Cause I ain''t bout bein'' broke'\n start_ms: 237890\n end_ms: 239620\n- text: And if you bout i make a move\n start_ms: 239620\n end_ms: 241480\n- text: Nigga, everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 241480\n end_ms: 243250\n- text: Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n start_ms: 243250\n end_ms: 245020\n- text: With tapes hooked up\n start_ms: 245020\n end_ms: 245910\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 245910\n end_ms: 247720\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 247720\n end_ms: 249690\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 249690\nplain: |-\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n 'Cause u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n And bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n And make a pimp bitch\n And never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n\n I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n Get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n So get the chip off your shoulder\n Fix your lip\n I done told yah\n We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n The fear in your eyes I see\n Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n For my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n 'Cause I'm down for a caper\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm deadly like Freddy\n I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n I got to much stress in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n There would be no money or rapping.\n\n You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n 'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n 'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n Nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n"},{"id":24479250,"name":"Akickdoe! 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(huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nAnd bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nAnd make a pimp bitch\nAnd never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n\nI'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nChopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nSoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nGet that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nSo get the chip off your shoulder\nFix your lip\nI done told yah\nWe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nThis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nThe fear in your eyes I see\nBitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nFor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\n'Cause I'm down for a caper\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm deadly like Freddy\nI run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\nI got to much stress in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nThere would be no money or rapping.\n\nYou see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\n'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nNigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] Yo C-Murder\n[00:03.61] Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.46] Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n[00:06.36] Pass the weed (ok)\n[00:08.15] We gon' head up interstate 10\n[00:09.91] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:12.67] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n[00:16.22] We gon' handle our business\n[00:18.09] We gon' smoke\n[00:18.93] We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n[00:19.82] 'Cause u know whut?\n[00:21.67] Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n[00:23.59] We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n[00:28.00] But it's your time baby\n[00:30.71] We gon' handle our business\n[00:32.52] And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n[00:34.32] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:36.10] Ya heard me?\n[00:37.99] This game fucked up\n[00:38.87] I ain't got no friends\n[00:40.66] I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n[00:43.34] Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n[00:46.11] Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\n[00:47.97] Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:52.41] Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\n[00:55.12] Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\n[00:58.74] Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n[01:00.54] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:02.31] UGK and C-Murder\n[01:03.25] Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:05.08] Bout to fade the platinum\n[01:06.93] Smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:07.86] But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n[01:10.55] Serve my dick out her pussy\n[01:12.39] And bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:13.22] Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n[01:17.76] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:20.48] Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n[01:22.25] And make a pimp bitch\n[01:24.06] And never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n[01:26.70] I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n[01:28.67] Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:30.43] Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n[01:33.10] They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:36.77] Now hold oon Bun B\n[01:39.45] I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:40.32] Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n[01:57.50] Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n[01:58.45] But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n[01:59.31] But I Gotta bust my magnums\n[02:00.27] Gotta gage these pistols\n[02:01.11] Hand grenades, and land mines\n[02:02.06] Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n[02:02.98] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:03.89] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:04.77] But all them bitches handle business\n[02:06.50] All of them violent\n[02:07.43] Bout it bout it and dangerous\n[02:08.31] Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:09.21] Bang with us, hang with us\n[02:10.18] Get that No Limit slang with us\n[02:11.00] I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n[02:11.95] So get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:12.86] Fix your lip\n[02:29.15] I done told yah\n[02:30.05] We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n[02:32.78] Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n[02:34.52] Sit down and take a time trip\n[02:35.42] This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:37.33] The fear in your eyes I see\n[02:39.18] Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n[02:41.83] Lay it down muthafucka\n[02:44.50] Everybody gotta go\n[02:45.42] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[02:47.23] When I kick in the doe'\n[02:49.08] Nigga I'm mad at the world\n[02:50.87] For my lack of havin' papers\n[02:52.65] Fuck the law and the cops\n[02:53.59] 'Cause I'm down for a caper\n[03:07.13] Some say we dangerous\n[03:08.07] Especially when we broke\n[03:09.86] I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:12.55] I just live for confetti\n[03:14.33] You see I'm deadly like Freddy\n[03:16.15] I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n[03:17.04] I got to much stress in my head\n[03:20.60] I wanna take my own life\n[03:22.56] My last chance is a 211\n[03:24.37] But it got me thankin' twicee\n[03:25.21] It's a drought right now\n[03:27.08] So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:28.85] And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:29.71] There would be no money or rapping.\n[03:31.53] You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\n[03:34.21] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n[03:37.87] You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:40.69] Keep your eyez on your enemies\n[03:42.49] Stack some chips and get out man.\n[03:44.29] Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n[03:46.02] I'll be a down ass nigga\n[03:46.93] And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n[03:48.78] And make my cheese get bigger\n[03:50.55] If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n[03:52.44] 'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n[03:56.00] Nigga 2 shots in the air\n[03:57.89] 'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke\n[03:59.62] And if you bout i make a move\n[04:01.48] Nigga, everybody gotta go\n[04:03.25] Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n[04:05.02] With tapes hooked up\n[04:05.91] C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n[04:07.72] Now Nigga what?\n[04:09.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Akickdoe! 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(huh nigga what?)\n start_ms: 58740\n end_ms: 60540\n- text: Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n start_ms: 60540\n end_ms: 62310\n- text: UGK and C-Murder\n start_ms: 62310\n end_ms: 63250\n- text: Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n start_ms: 63250\n end_ms: 65080\n- text: Bout to fade the platinum\n start_ms: 65080\n end_ms: 66930\n- text: Smoke some dank and some drank\n start_ms: 66930\n end_ms: 67860\n- text: But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n start_ms: 67860\n end_ms: 70550\n- text: Serve my dick out her pussy\n start_ms: 70550\n end_ms: 72390\n- text: And bust my nuts on her titties\n start_ms: 72390\n end_ms: 73220\n- text: Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n start_ms: 73220\n end_ms: 77760\n- text: With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n start_ms: 77760\n end_ms: 80480\n- text: Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n start_ms: 80480\n end_ms: 82250\n- text: And make a pimp bitch\n start_ms: 82250\n end_ms: 84060\n- text: And never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n start_ms: 84060\n end_ms: 86700\n- text: I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n start_ms: 86700\n end_ms: 88670\n- text: Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 88670\n end_ms: 90430\n- text: Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n start_ms: 90430\n end_ms: 93100\n- text: They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n start_ms: 93100\n end_ms: 96770\n- text: Now hold oon Bun B\n start_ms: 96770\n end_ms: 99450\n- text: I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n start_ms: 99450\n end_ms: 100320\n- text: Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n start_ms: 100320\n end_ms: 117500\n- text: Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n start_ms: 117500\n end_ms: 118450\n- text: But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n start_ms: 118450\n end_ms: 119310\n- text: But I Gotta bust my magnums\n start_ms: 119310\n end_ms: 120270\n- text: Gotta gage these pistols\n start_ms: 120270\n end_ms: 121110\n- text: Hand grenades, and land mines\n start_ms: 121110\n end_ms: 122060\n- text: Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n start_ms: 122060\n 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text: Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n start_ms: 152780\n end_ms: 154520\n- text: Sit down and take a time trip\n start_ms: 154520\n end_ms: 155420\n- text: This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n start_ms: 155420\n end_ms: 157330\n- text: The fear in your eyes I see\n start_ms: 157330\n end_ms: 159180\n- text: Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n start_ms: 159180\n end_ms: 161830\n- text: Lay it down muthafucka\n start_ms: 161830\n end_ms: 164500\n- text: Everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 164500\n end_ms: 165420\n- text: Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n start_ms: 165420\n end_ms: 167230\n- text: When I kick in the doe'\n start_ms: 167230\n end_ms: 169080\n- text: Nigga I'm mad at the world\n start_ms: 169080\n end_ms: 170870\n- text: For my lack of havin' papers\n start_ms: 170870\n end_ms: 172650\n- text: Fuck the law and the cops\n start_ms: 172650\n end_ms: 173590\n- text: '''Cause I''m down for a caper'\n start_ms: 173590\n end_ms: 187130\n- text: Some say we dangerous\n 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rapping.\n start_ms: 209710\n end_ms: 211530\n- text: You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\n start_ms: 211530\n end_ms: 214210\n- text: The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n start_ms: 214210\n end_ms: 217870\n- text: You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n start_ms: 217870\n end_ms: 220690\n- text: Keep your eyez on your enemies\n start_ms: 220690\n end_ms: 222490\n- text: Stack some chips and get out man.\n start_ms: 222490\n end_ms: 224290\n- text: Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n start_ms: 224290\n end_ms: 226020\n- text: I'll be a down ass nigga\n start_ms: 226020\n end_ms: 226930\n- text: And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n start_ms: 226930\n end_ms: 228780\n- text: And make my cheese get bigger\n start_ms: 228780\n end_ms: 230550\n- text: If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n start_ms: 230550\n end_ms: 232440\n- text: '''Cause if I go to jail it''s gotta be better than living like this'\n start_ms: 232440\n end_ms: 236000\n- text: Nigga 2 shots in the air\n start_ms: 236000\n end_ms: 237890\n- text: '''Cause I ain''t bout bein'' broke'\n start_ms: 237890\n end_ms: 239620\n- text: And if you bout i make a move\n start_ms: 239620\n end_ms: 241480\n- text: Nigga, everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 241480\n end_ms: 243250\n- text: Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n start_ms: 243250\n end_ms: 245020\n- text: With tapes hooked up\n start_ms: 245020\n end_ms: 245910\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 245910\n end_ms: 247720\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 247720\n end_ms: 249690\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 249690\nplain: |-\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n 'Cause u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n And bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n And make a pimp bitch\n And never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n\n I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n Chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n Get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n So get the chip off your shoulder\n Fix your lip\n I done told yah\n We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n The fear in your eyes I see\n Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n For my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n 'Cause I'm down for a caper\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm deadly like Freddy\n I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n I got to much stress in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n There would be no money or rapping.\n\n You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n 'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n 'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n Nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n"},{"id":38645668,"name":"Akickdoe! 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(Huh, nigga, what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n\nUGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch love me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy (ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time (time) before I'm up in your house (house)\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right, nigga (mind right) and make a pimp rich (what?)\nAnd never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up), the home of Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger), just like the ATF, Feds, HPD\nAnd Texas Rangers (rangers), fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (finger)\nBut dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (strangers)\nPull high-calibers and magnums (mags), 12 gauges, pistols (pistols)\nHand grenades and land mines (land mines), choppers, rifles and missiles (missiles)\nSome of them bitches whistle, some of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle they business, all of them violent\n\n'Bout it, 'bout it and dangerous ('bout it, ugh), soldiers that wanna gang with us\nDo you thang with us, hang with us, spit that No Limit slang with us (nah, bruh)\nI came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\nSo get the chip off your shoulder, fix your lip, I done told yah\nWe hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (my nigga, what?)\nNigga, I can see that you got plex, sit down and take a contact (my nigga, what?)\nThis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at, the fear in your eyes, I see that\nBitch, where's the key's and Gs at? (Ugh) For we 'bout to pull akickdoe!\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n\nLay it down motherfucker (ugh), everybody gotta go (what?)\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em when I kick in the doe'\nNigga, I'm mad at the world (world) for my lack of havin' papers (paper)\nFuck the law and the cops 'cause I'm down for a caper (caper)\nSome say we dangerous especially when we broke (ugh)\nI'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti ('fetti), you see, I'm deadly like Freddy (like Freddy)\nI'll run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n\nI got too much stress in my head, I wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211, but it got me thinkin' twice (fuck that)\nIt's a drought right now, so these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit, there'd be no money in rappin'\nYou see my boy had an apartment full of keys and Gs\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\nYou see, you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyes on your enemies, stack some chips and get out man\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a .9, I'll be a down-ass nigga (what)\nAnd watch me pull a flea-flicker and make my Gs get bigger\nIf I get caught I'm facin' 25 but that don't mean shit (shit)\n'Cause if I go to jail, it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga, two shots in the air 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke (fuck that)\nAnd if you 'bout I make a move, nigga, everybody gotta go (everybody gotta go)\nJust some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (ugh) and Texas hooked up (what, my nigga, what?)\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK, now, nigga, what?\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.67] Yo C-Murder (boy, what's happenin', nigga)\n[00:04.19] Nigga, you woke?\n[00:05.80] Keep your eyes on the road, nigga\n[00:07.71] Pass the weed (OK)\n[00:09.72] We gon' head up Interstate ten\n[00:11.72] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:15.60] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\n[00:17.99] We gon' handle our business ('bout that)\n[00:19.56] We gon' smoke, we gon' make it back to the N.O\n[00:23.26] 'Cause you know what?\n[00:24.34] Us South niggas don't playa hate\n[00:25.91] We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth\n[00:31.17] But it's your time now, baby\n[00:32.51] We gon' handle our business (handle it)\n[00:34.72] And we gonna do this shit like Gs (like Gs)\n[00:36.64] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:38.24] Ya heard me?\n[00:39.51] This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\n[00:42.15] I done spend my last seventy thousand dollars on a drop-top Benz\n[00:46.38] Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (trill nigga), down to put the 45 to his Hilfiger\n[00:51.63] Lay it down motherfucker (boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:54.56] Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\n[00:57.85] Niggas down in Port Arthur (huh, nigga, what?)\n[00:59.59] Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)\n[01:01.02] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:04.27] UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:07.37] 'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:10.35] But bitch love me when I come to your city\n[01:12.77] Serve my dick out her pussy (ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:15.90] Ugh, it's just a matter of time (time) before I'm up in your house (house)\n[01:19.67] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:22.73] Now get your mind right, nigga (mind right) and make a pimp rich (what?)\n[01:26.30] And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n[01:28.77] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:32.25] Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[01:35.02] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:38.50] Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[01:41.65] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:44.71] Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[01:47.57] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:51.01] Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[01:53.96] They try to run up in the manger (run up), the home of Bun B\n[01:57.38] I see me P and C in danger (danger), just like the ATF, Feds, HPD\n[02:01.09] And Texas Rangers (rangers), fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (finger)\n[02:04.47] But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (strangers)\n[02:06.70] Pull high-calibers and magnums (mags), 12 gauges, pistols (pistols)\n[02:10.43] Hand grenades and land mines (land mines), choppers, rifles and missiles (missiles)\n[02:12.91] Some of them bitches whistle, some of them bitches silent\n[02:16.01] But all them bitches handle they business, all of them violent\n[02:19.28] 'Bout it, 'bout it and dangerous ('bout it, ugh), soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:22.50] Do you thang with us, hang with us, spit that No Limit slang with us (nah, bruh)\n[02:25.65] I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n[02:28.45] So get the chip off your shoulder, fix your lip, I done told yah\n[02:31.65] We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (my nigga, what?)\n[02:34.35] Nigga, I can see that you got plex, sit down and take a contact (my nigga, what?)\n[02:38.28] This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at, the fear in your eyes, I see that\n[02:41.62] Bitch, where's the key's and Gs at? 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(Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 251390\n end_ms: 254390\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 254390\n end_ms: 257490\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 257490\n end_ms: 260720\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 260720\n end_ms: 263530\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 263530\n end_ms: 267080\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 267080\n end_ms: 269850\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 269850\n end_ms: 273140\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 273140\n end_ms: 275200\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 275200\nplain: |-\n Yo C-Murder (boy, what's happenin', nigga)\n Nigga, you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the road, nigga\n Pass the weed (OK)\n We gon' head up Interstate ten\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\n We gon' handle our business ('bout that)\n We gon' smoke, we gon' make it back to the N.O\n 'Cause you know what?\n Us South niggas don't playa hate\n\n We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time now, baby\n We gon' handle our business (handle it)\n And we gonna do this shit like Gs (like Gs)\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last seventy thousand dollars on a drop-top Benz\n Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (trill nigga), down to put the 45 to his Hilfiger\n Lay it down motherfucker (boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\n Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\n Niggas down in Port Arthur (huh, nigga, what?)\n Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n\n UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n 'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch love me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy (ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time (time) before I'm up in your house (house)\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right, nigga (mind right) and make a pimp rich (what?)\n And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up), the home of Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger), just like the ATF, Feds, HPD\n And Texas Rangers (rangers), fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (finger)\n But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (strangers)\n Pull high-calibers and magnums (mags), 12 gauges, pistols (pistols)\n Hand grenades and land mines (land mines), choppers, rifles and missiles (missiles)\n Some of them bitches whistle, some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle they business, all of them violent\n\n 'Bout it, 'bout it and dangerous ('bout it, ugh), soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Do you thang with us, hang with us, spit that No Limit slang with us (nah, bruh)\n I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n So get the chip off your shoulder, fix your lip, I done told yah\n We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (my nigga, what?)\n Nigga, I can see that you got plex, sit down and take a contact (my nigga, what?)\n This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at, the fear in your eyes, I see that\n Bitch, where's the key's and Gs at? (Ugh) For we 'bout to pull akickdoe!\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n\n Lay it down motherfucker (ugh), everybody gotta go (what?)\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em when I kick in the doe'\n Nigga, I'm mad at the world (world) for my lack of havin' papers (paper)\n Fuck the law and the cops 'cause I'm down for a caper (caper)\n Some say we dangerous especially when we broke (ugh)\n I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti ('fetti), you see, I'm deadly like Freddy (like Freddy)\n I'll run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n\n I got too much stress in my head, I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211, but it got me thinkin' twice (fuck that)\n It's a drought right now, so these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit, there'd be no money in rappin'\n You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and Gs\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n You see, you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyes on your enemies, stack some chips and get out man\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a .9, I'll be a down-ass nigga (what)\n And watch me pull a flea-flicker and make my Gs get bigger\n If I get caught I'm facin' 25 but that don't mean shit (shit)\n 'Cause if I go to jail, it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga, two shots in the air 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke (fuck that)\n And if you 'bout I make a move, nigga, everybody gotta go (everybody gotta go)\n Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (ugh) and Texas hooked up (what, my nigga, what?)\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK, now, nigga, what?\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n"},{"id":33001042,"name":"Akickdoe!","trackName":"Akickdoe!","artistName":"C-Murder feat. Bun B, Master P, Pimp C","albumName":"Life Or Death","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo C-Murder (Boy what's happenin', nigga)\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the road, nigga\nPass the weed (Okay)\nWe gon' head up Interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (That's my niggas there)\n\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\nWe gon' handle our business ('Bout that)\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O\n'Cause you know whut?\nUs South niggas don't playa hate\n\nWe got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time now baby\nWe gon' handle our business (Handle it)\nAnd we gonna do this shit like G's (Like G's)\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\nThis game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz\nUgh, and I'm a trill nigga (Trill nigga)\nDown to put the 45 to his Hilfiger\nLay it down motherfucker (Boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\n\nPack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\nNiggas down in Port Arthur (Huh, nigga, what?)\nStill think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)\nBust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n\n'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch love me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy (Ugh)\nAnd bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time (Time)\n\nBefore I'm up in your house (House)\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (Mind right)\nAnd make a pimp rich (What?)\nAnd never put trust in a trick ass bitch (Trick ass bitch)\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (Run up)\nThe home of Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (Danger)\nJust like the ATF, Feds, HPD\n\nAnd Texas Rangers (Rangers)\nFuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (Finger)\nBut dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (Strangers)\nPull high-calibers and magnums (Mags)\n\n12 gauges, pistols (Pistols)\nHand grenades and land mines (Land mines)\nChoppers, rifles and missiles (Missiles)\nSome of them bitches whistle\n\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle they business\nAll of them violent\n'Bout it 'bout it and dangerous ('Bout it, ugh)\n\nSoldiers that wanna gang with us\nDo you thang with us, hang with us\nSpit that No Limit slang with us (Nah, bruh)\nI came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n\nSo get the chip off your shoulder\nFix your lip I done told yah\nWe hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (My nigga, what)\nNigga I can see that you got plex\n\nSit down and take a contact (My nigga, what)\nThis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nThe fear in your eyes I see that\nBitch where's the key's and g'z at? (Ugh)\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n\nLay it down motherfucker (Ugh)\nEverybody gotta go (What?)\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world (World)\nFor my lack of havin' papers (Paper)\n\nFuck the law and the cops\n'Cause I'm down for a caper (Caper)\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke (Ugh)\nI'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti ('Fetti)\n\nYou see I'm deadly like Freddy (Like Freddy)\nYou see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\nI got too much stress in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thinkin' twice (Fuck that)\n\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nThere'd be no money in rappin'\nYou see my boy had an apartment full of keys and G's\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyes on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man\nGive me a ski-mask, a nine\nI'll be a down ass nigga (What)\nAnd watch me pull a flea-flicker\n\nAnd make my G's get bigger\nIf I get caught I'm facin' twenty five\nBut that don't mean shit (Shit)\n'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga two shots in the air (Haha)\n'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke (Fuck that)\n\nAnd if you 'bout I make a move\nNigga, everybody gotta go (Everybody gotta go)\nJust some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (Ugh)\nAnd Texas hooked up (What, my nigga what)\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\nWant the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! 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(Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[01:50.59] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n[01:53.74] They try to run up in the manger (Run up)\n[01:55.22] The home of Bun B\n[01:56.57] I see me P and C in danger (Danger)\n[01:58.73] Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD\n[02:00.04] And Texas Rangers (Rangers)\n[02:01.84] Fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (Finger)\n[02:03.94] But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (Strangers)\n[02:06.20] Pull high-calibers and magnums (Mags)\n[02:07.99] 12 gauges, pistols (Pistols)\n[02:09.90] Hand grenades and land mines (Land mines)\n[02:10.76] Choppers, rifles and missiles (Missiles)\n[02:12.47] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:13.84] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:15.84] But all them bitches handle they business\n[02:17.35] All of them violent\n[02:18.52] 'Bout it 'bout it and dangerous ('Bout it, ugh)\n[02:20.58] Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:21.79] Do you thang with us, hang with us\n[02:23.50] Spit that No Limit slang with us (Nah, bruh)\n[02:25.15] I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n[02:27.71] So get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:29.58] Fix your lip I done told yah\n[02:30.86] We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (My nigga, what)\n[02:33.87] Nigga I can see that you got plex\n[02:35.67] Sit down and take a contact (My nigga, what)\n[02:37.74] This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:39.31] The fear in your eyes I see that\n[02:40.94] Bitch where's the key's and g'z at? (Ugh)\n[02:42.90] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[02:46.33] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n[02:49.54] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[02:52.75] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n[02:56.15] Lay it down motherfucker (Ugh)\n[02:57.32] Everybody gotta go (What?)\n[02:59.17] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[03:00.68] When I kick in the doe'\n[03:02.27] Nigga I'm mad at the world (World)\n[03:03.70] For my lack of havin' papers (Paper)\n[03:04.98] Fuck the law and the cops\n[03:06.85] 'Cause I'm down for a caper (Caper)\n[03:08.79] Some say we dangerous\n[03:10.25] Especially when we broke (Ugh)\n[03:11.32] I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:14.42] I just live for confetti ('Fetti)\n[03:15.88] You see I'm deadly like Freddy (Like Freddy)\n[03:17.18] You see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n[03:20.65] I got too much stress in my head\n[03:22.37] I wanna take my own life\n[03:24.36] My last chance is a 211\n[03:25.45] But it got me thinkin' twice (Fuck that)\n[03:27.01] It's a drought right now\n[03:28.16] So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:30.62] And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:31.58] There'd be no money in rappin'\n[03:33.24] You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and G's\n[03:36.58] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n[03:39.51] You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:42.65] Keep your eyes on your enemies\n[03:44.73] Stack some chips and get out man\n[03:45.91] Give me a ski-mask, a nine\n[03:47.56] I'll be a down ass nigga (What)\n[03:48.96] And watch me pull a flea-flicker\n[03:50.25] And make my G's get bigger\n[03:51.81] If I get caught I'm facin' twenty five\n[03:54.08] But that don't mean shit (Shit)\n[03:54.83] 'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n[03:57.99] Nigga two shots in the air (Haha)\n[03:59.63] 'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke (Fuck that)\n[04:01.42] And if you 'bout I make a move\n[04:03.18] Nigga, everybody gotta go (Everybody gotta go)\n[04:04.79] Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (Ugh)\n[04:06.40] And Texas hooked up (What, my nigga what)\n[04:07.31] C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n[04:10.02] Now Nigga what?\n[04:10.82] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[04:13.60] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n[04:16.99] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[04:20.27] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n[04:23.06] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[04:26.75] Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n[04:29.61] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n[04:36.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Akickdoe!\n artist: C-Murder feat. Bun B, Master P, Pimp C\n album: Life Or Death\n duration_ms: 277000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo C-Murder (Boy what's happenin', nigga)\n start_ms: 2160\n end_ms: 3670\n- text: Nigga you woke?\n start_ms: 3670\n end_ms: 5300\n- text: Keep your eyes on the road, nigga\n start_ms: 5300\n end_ms: 7020\n- text: Pass the weed (Okay)\n start_ms: 7020\n end_ms: 8990\n- text: We gon' head up Interstate 10\n start_ms: 8990\n end_ms: 11490\n- text: We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (That's my niggas there)\n start_ms: 11490\n end_ms: 15170\n- text: We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\n start_ms: 15170\n end_ms: 17440\n- text: We gon' handle our business ('Bout that)\n start_ms: 17440\n end_ms: 19340\n- text: We gon' smoke\n start_ms: 19340\n end_ms: 20640\n- text: We gon' make it back to the N.O\n start_ms: 20640\n end_ms: 22780\n- text: '''Cause you know whut?'\n start_ms: 22780\n end_ms: 23850\n- text: Us South niggas don't playa hate\n start_ms: 23850\n end_ms: 25690\n- text: We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth\n start_ms: 25690\n end_ms: 30680\n- text: But it's your time now baby\n start_ms: 30680\n end_ms: 32330\n- text: We gon' handle our business (Handle it)\n start_ms: 32330\n end_ms: 34260\n- text: And we gonna do this shit like G's (Like G's)\n start_ms: 34260\n end_ms: 36100\n- text: We gonna represent the gizame\n start_ms: 36100\n end_ms: 37770\n- text: Ya heard me?\n start_ms: 37770\n end_ms: 39280\n- text: This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\n start_ms: 39280\n end_ms: 41920\n- text: I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz\n start_ms: 41920\n end_ms: 46070\n- text: Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (Trill nigga)\n start_ms: 46070\n end_ms: 48010\n- text: Down to put the 45 to his Hilfiger\n start_ms: 48010\n end_ms: 51360\n- text: Lay it down motherfucker (Boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\n start_ms: 51360\n end_ms: 54340\n- text: Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\n start_ms: 54340\n end_ms: 57360\n- text: Niggas down in Port Arthur (Huh, nigga, what?)\n start_ms: 57360\n end_ms: 59070\n- text: Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)\n start_ms: 59070\n end_ms: 60570\n- text: Bust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n start_ms: 60570\n end_ms: 63740\n- text: UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n start_ms: 63740\n end_ms: 66870\n- text: '''Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank'\n start_ms: 66870\n end_ms: 69870\n- text: But bitch love me when I come to your city\n start_ms: 69870\n end_ms: 72490\n- text: Serve my dick out her pussy (Ugh)\n start_ms: 72490\n end_ms: 73840\n- text: And bust my nuts on her titties\n start_ms: 73840\n end_ms: 75430\n- text: Ugh, it's just a matter of time (Time)\n start_ms: 75430\n end_ms: 77780\n- text: Before I'm up in your house (House)\n start_ms: 77780\n end_ms: 79170\n- text: With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n start_ms: 79170\n end_ms: 82030\n- text: Now get your mind right nigga (Mind right)\n start_ms: 82030\n end_ms: 84480\n- text: And make a pimp rich (What?)\n start_ms: 84480\n end_ms: 86120\n- text: And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (Trick ass bitch)\n start_ms: 86120\n end_ms: 87960\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 87960\n end_ms: 92000\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 92000\n end_ms: 94780\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 94780\n end_ms: 98330\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 98330\n end_ms: 101360\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 101360\n end_ms: 104460\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 104460\n end_ms: 107310\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 107310\n end_ms: 110590\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 110590\n end_ms: 113740\n- text: They try to run up in the manger (Run up)\n start_ms: 113740\n end_ms: 115220\n- text: The home of Bun B\n start_ms: 115220\n end_ms: 116570\n- text: I see me P and C in danger (Danger)\n start_ms: 116570\n end_ms: 118730\n- text: Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD\n start_ms: 118730\n end_ms: 120040\n- text: And Texas Rangers (Rangers)\n start_ms: 120040\n end_ms: 121840\n- text: Fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (Finger)\n start_ms: 121840\n end_ms: 123940\n- text: But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (Strangers)\n start_ms: 123940\n end_ms: 126200\n- text: Pull high-calibers and magnums (Mags)\n start_ms: 126200\n end_ms: 127990\n- text: 12 gauges, pistols (Pistols)\n start_ms: 127990\n end_ms: 129900\n- text: Hand grenades and land mines (Land mines)\n start_ms: 129900\n end_ms: 130760\n- text: Choppers, rifles and missiles (Missiles)\n start_ms: 130760\n end_ms: 132470\n- text: Some of them bitches whistle\n start_ms: 132470\n end_ms: 133840\n- text: Some of them bitches silent\n start_ms: 133840\n end_ms: 135840\n- text: But all them bitches handle they business\n start_ms: 135840\n end_ms: 137350\n- text: All of them violent\n start_ms: 137350\n end_ms: 138520\n- text: '''Bout it ''bout it and dangerous (''Bout it, ugh)'\n start_ms: 138520\n end_ms: 140580\n- text: Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n start_ms: 140580\n end_ms: 141790\n- text: Do you thang with us, hang with us\n start_ms: 141790\n end_ms: 143500\n- text: Spit that No Limit slang with us (Nah, bruh)\n start_ms: 143500\n end_ms: 145150\n- text: I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n start_ms: 145150\n end_ms: 147710\n- text: So get the chip off your shoulder\n start_ms: 147710\n end_ms: 149580\n- text: Fix your lip I done told yah\n start_ms: 149580\n end_ms: 150860\n- text: We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (My nigga, what)\n start_ms: 150860\n end_ms: 153870\n- text: Nigga I can see that you got plex\n start_ms: 153870\n end_ms: 155670\n- text: Sit down and take a contact (My nigga, what)\n start_ms: 155670\n end_ms: 157740\n- text: This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n start_ms: 157740\n end_ms: 159310\n- text: The fear in your eyes I see that\n start_ms: 159310\n end_ms: 160940\n- text: Bitch where's the key's and g'z at? (Ugh)\n start_ms: 160940\n end_ms: 162900\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 162900\n end_ms: 166330\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 166330\n end_ms: 169540\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 169540\n end_ms: 172750\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 172750\n end_ms: 176150\n- text: Lay it down motherfucker (Ugh)\n start_ms: 176150\n end_ms: 177320\n- text: Everybody gotta go (What?)\n start_ms: 177320\n end_ms: 179170\n- text: Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n start_ms: 179170\n end_ms: 180680\n- text: When I kick in the doe'\n start_ms: 180680\n end_ms: 182270\n- text: Nigga I'm mad at the world (World)\n start_ms: 182270\n end_ms: 183700\n- text: For my lack of havin' papers (Paper)\n start_ms: 183700\n end_ms: 184980\n- text: Fuck the law and the cops\n start_ms: 184980\n end_ms: 186850\n- text: '''Cause I''m down for a caper (Caper)'\n start_ms: 186850\n end_ms: 188790\n- text: Some say we dangerous\n start_ms: 188790\n end_ms: 190250\n- text: Especially when we broke (Ugh)\n start_ms: 190250\n end_ms: 191320\n- text: I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n start_ms: 191320\n end_ms: 194420\n- text: I just live for confetti ('Fetti)\n start_ms: 194420\n end_ms: 195880\n- text: You see I'm deadly like Freddy (Like Freddy)\n start_ms: 195880\n end_ms: 197180\n- text: You see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n start_ms: 197180\n end_ms: 200650\n- text: I got too much stress in my head\n start_ms: 200650\n end_ms: 202370\n- text: I wanna take my own life\n start_ms: 202370\n end_ms: 204360\n- text: My last chance is a 211\n start_ms: 204360\n end_ms: 205450\n- text: But it got me thinkin' twice (Fuck that)\n start_ms: 205450\n end_ms: 207010\n- text: It's a drought right now\n start_ms: 207010\n end_ms: 208160\n- text: So these drugs ain't happenin'\n start_ms: 208160\n end_ms: 210620\n- text: And if it wasn't for No Limit\n start_ms: 210620\n end_ms: 211580\n- text: There'd be no money in rappin'\n start_ms: 211580\n end_ms: 213240\n- text: You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and G's\n start_ms: 213240\n end_ms: 216580\n- text: The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n start_ms: 216580\n end_ms: 219510\n- text: You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n start_ms: 219510\n end_ms: 222650\n- text: Keep your eyes on your enemies\n start_ms: 222650\n end_ms: 224730\n- text: Stack some chips and get out man\n start_ms: 224730\n end_ms: 225910\n- text: Give me a ski-mask, a nine\n start_ms: 225910\n end_ms: 227560\n- text: I'll be a down ass nigga (What)\n start_ms: 227560\n end_ms: 228960\n- text: And watch me pull a flea-flicker\n start_ms: 228960\n end_ms: 230250\n- text: And make my G's get bigger\n start_ms: 230250\n end_ms: 231810\n- text: If I get caught I'm facin' twenty five\n start_ms: 231810\n end_ms: 234080\n- text: But that don't mean shit (Shit)\n start_ms: 234080\n end_ms: 234830\n- text: '''Cause if I go to jail it''s gotta be better than living like this'\n start_ms: 234830\n end_ms: 237990\n- text: Nigga two shots in the air (Haha)\n start_ms: 237990\n end_ms: 239630\n- text: '''Cause I ain''t bout bein'' broke (Fuck that)'\n start_ms: 239630\n end_ms: 241420\n- text: And if you 'bout I make a move\n start_ms: 241420\n end_ms: 243180\n- text: Nigga, everybody gotta go (Everybody gotta go)\n start_ms: 243180\n end_ms: 244790\n- text: Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (Ugh)\n start_ms: 244790\n end_ms: 246400\n- text: And Texas hooked up (What, my nigga what)\n start_ms: 246400\n end_ms: 247310\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 247310\n end_ms: 250020\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 250020\n end_ms: 250820\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 250820\n end_ms: 253600\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 253600\n end_ms: 256990\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 256990\n end_ms: 260270\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 260270\n end_ms: 263060\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 263060\n end_ms: 266750\n- text: Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n start_ms: 266750\n end_ms: 269610\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n start_ms: 269610\n end_ms: 276480\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 276480\nplain: |-\n Yo C-Murder (Boy what's happenin', nigga)\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the road, nigga\n Pass the weed (Okay)\n We gon' head up Interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (That's my niggas there)\n\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\n We gon' handle our business ('Bout that)\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O\n 'Cause you know whut?\n Us South niggas don't playa hate\n\n We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time now baby\n We gon' handle our business (Handle it)\n And we gonna do this shit like G's (Like G's)\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz\n Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (Trill nigga)\n Down to put the 45 to his Hilfiger\n Lay it down motherfucker (Boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\n\n Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\n Niggas down in Port Arthur (Huh, nigga, what?)\n Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)\n Bust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n\n 'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch love me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy (Ugh)\n And bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time (Time)\n\n Before I'm up in your house (House)\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (Mind right)\n And make a pimp rich (What?)\n And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (Trick ass bitch)\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n\n They try to run up in the manger (Run up)\n The home of Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (Danger)\n Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD\n\n And Texas Rangers (Rangers)\n Fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (Finger)\n But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (Strangers)\n Pull high-calibers and magnums (Mags)\n\n 12 gauges, pistols (Pistols)\n Hand grenades and land mines (Land mines)\n Choppers, rifles and missiles (Missiles)\n Some of them bitches whistle\n\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle they business\n All of them violent\n 'Bout it 'bout it and dangerous ('Bout it, ugh)\n\n Soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Do you thang with us, hang with us\n Spit that No Limit slang with us (Nah, bruh)\n I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n\n So get the chip off your shoulder\n Fix your lip I done told yah\n We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (My nigga, what)\n Nigga I can see that you got plex\n\n Sit down and take a contact (My nigga, what)\n This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n The fear in your eyes I see that\n Bitch where's the key's and g'z at? (Ugh)\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n\n Lay it down motherfucker (Ugh)\n Everybody gotta go (What?)\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world (World)\n For my lack of havin' papers (Paper)\n\n Fuck the law and the cops\n 'Cause I'm down for a caper (Caper)\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke (Ugh)\n I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti ('Fetti)\n\n You see I'm deadly like Freddy (Like Freddy)\n You see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n I got too much stress in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thinkin' twice (Fuck that)\n\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n There'd be no money in rappin'\n You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and G's\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyes on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man\n Give me a ski-mask, a nine\n I'll be a down ass nigga (What)\n And watch me pull a flea-flicker\n\n And make my G's get bigger\n If I get caught I'm facin' twenty five\n But that don't mean shit (Shit)\n 'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga two shots in the air (Haha)\n 'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke (Fuck that)\n\n And if you 'bout I make a move\n Nigga, everybody gotta go (Everybody gotta go)\n Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (Ugh)\n And Texas hooked up (What, my nigga what)\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')\n"},{"id":17026853,"name":"Akickdoe! (feat. Pimp C, Bun B And Master P)","trackName":"Akickdoe! (feat. Pimp C, Bun B And Master P)","artistName":"C-Murder","albumName":"Snoop Dogg Pres. My #1 Priority","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo C-Murder\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\nPass the weed (ok)\nWe gon' head up interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\nWe gon' handle our business\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O.\n'cause u know whut?\nUs South niggaz don't playa hate\nWe got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time baby\nWe gon' handle our business\nAnd we gonna do this shit like g'z\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\nThis game fucked up\nI ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\nUgh, and I'm a real nigga\nDown to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\nLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\nTake them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\nNiggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\nThank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nand bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nand make a pimp bitch\nand never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n\nI'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nchopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nsoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nget that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nso get the chip off your shoulder\nfix your lip\nI done told yah\nwe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nthis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nthe fear in your eyes I see\nbitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nfor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\n'cause I'm down for a caper\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm deadly like Freddy\nI run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\nI got to much stress in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nthere would be no money or rapping.\n\nYou see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nkeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n'cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\n'cause I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nnigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] Yo C-Murder\n[00:03.61] Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.46] Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n[00:06.36] Pass the weed (ok)\n[00:08.15] We gon' head up interstate 10\n[00:09.91] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:12.67] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n[00:16.22] We gon' handle our business\n[00:18.09] We gon' smoke\n[00:18.93] We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n[00:19.82] 'cause u know whut?\n[00:21.67] Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n[00:23.59] We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n[00:28.00] But it's your time baby\n[00:30.71] We gon' handle our business\n[00:32.52] And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n[00:34.32] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:36.10] Ya heard me?\n[00:37.99] This game fucked up\n[00:38.87] I ain't got no friends\n[00:40.66] I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n[00:43.34] Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n[00:46.11] Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\n[00:47.97] Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:52.41] Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\n[00:55.12] Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\n[00:58.74] Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n[01:00.54] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:02.31] UGK and C-Murder\n[01:03.25] Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:05.08] Bout to fade the platinum\n[01:06.93] Smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:07.86] But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n[01:10.55] Serve my dick out her pussy\n[01:12.39] and bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:13.22] Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n[01:17.76] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:20.48] Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n[01:22.25] and make a pimp bitch\n[01:24.06] and never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n[01:26.70] I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n[01:28.67] Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:30.43] Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n[01:33.10] They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:36.77] Now hold oon Bun B\n[01:39.45] I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:40.32] Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n[01:57.50] Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n[01:58.45] But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n[01:59.31] But I Gotta bust my magnums\n[02:00.27] Gotta gage these pistols\n[02:01.11] Hand grenades, and land mines\n[02:02.06] chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n[02:02.98] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:03.89] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:04.77] But all them bitches handle business\n[02:06.50] All of them violent\n[02:07.43] Bout it bout it and dangerous\n[02:08.31] soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:09.21] Bang with us, hang with us\n[02:10.18] get that No Limit slang with us\n[02:11.00] I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n[02:11.95] so get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:12.86] fix your lip\n[02:29.15] I done told yah\n[02:30.05] we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n[02:32.78] Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n[02:34.52] Sit down and take a time trip\n[02:35.42] this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:37.33] the fear in your eyes I see\n[02:39.18] bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n[02:41.83] Lay it down muthafucka\n[02:44.50] Everybody gotta go\n[02:45.42] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[02:47.23] When I kick in the doe'\n[02:49.08] Nigga I'm mad at the world\n[02:50.87] for my lack of havin' papers\n[02:52.65] Fuck the law and the cops\n[02:53.59] 'cause I'm down for a caper\n[03:07.13] Some say we dangerous\n[03:08.07] Especially when we broke\n[03:09.86] I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:12.55] I just live for confetti\n[03:14.33] You see I'm deadly like Freddy\n[03:16.15] I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n[03:17.04] I got to much stress in my head\n[03:20.60] I wanna take my own life\n[03:22.56] My last chance is a 211\n[03:24.37] But it got me thankin' twicee\n[03:25.21] It's a drought right now\n[03:27.08] So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:28.85] And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:29.71] there would be no money or rapping.\n[03:31.53] You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\n[03:34.21] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n[03:37.87] You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:40.69] keep your eyez on your enemies\n[03:42.49] Stack some chips and get out man.\n[03:44.29] Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n[03:46.02] I'll be a down ass nigga\n[03:46.93] And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n[03:48.78] And make my cheese get bigger\n[03:50.55] If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n[03:52.44] 'cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n[03:56.00] Nigga 2 shots in the air\n[03:57.89] 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke\n[03:59.62] And if you bout i make a move\n[04:01.48] nigga, everybody gotta go\n[04:03.25] Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n[04:05.02] With tapes hooked up\n[04:05.91] C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n[04:07.72] Now Nigga what?\n[04:09.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Akickdoe! 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236000\n- text: Nigga 2 shots in the air\n start_ms: 236000\n end_ms: 237890\n- text: '''cause I ain''t bout bein'' broke'\n start_ms: 237890\n end_ms: 239620\n- text: And if you bout i make a move\n start_ms: 239620\n end_ms: 241480\n- text: nigga, everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 241480\n end_ms: 243250\n- text: Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n start_ms: 243250\n end_ms: 245020\n- text: With tapes hooked up\n start_ms: 245020\n end_ms: 245910\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 245910\n end_ms: 247720\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 247720\n end_ms: 249690\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 249690\nplain: |-\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n 'cause u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n and bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n and make a pimp bitch\n and never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n\n I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n so get the chip off your shoulder\n fix your lip\n I done told yah\n we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n the fear in your eyes I see\n bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n for my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n 'cause I'm down for a caper\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm deadly like Freddy\n I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n I got to much stress in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n there would be no money or rapping.\n\n You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n 'cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n"},{"id":34067051,"name":"Akickdoe! (Feat. Pimp C, Bun B And Master P)","trackName":"Akickdoe! (Feat. 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(huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nand bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nand make a pimp bitch\nand never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n\nI'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nchopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nsoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nget that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nso get the chip off your shoulder\nfix your lip\nI done told yah\nwe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nthis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nthe fear in your eyes I see\nbitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nfor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\n'cause I'm down for a caper\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm deadly like Freddy\nI run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\nI got to much stress in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nthere would be no money or rapping.\n\nYou see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nkeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n'cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\n'cause I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nnigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] Yo C-Murder\n[00:03.61] Nigga you woke?\n[00:05.46] Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n[00:06.36] Pass the weed (ok)\n[00:08.15] We gon' head up interstate 10\n[00:09.91] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:12.67] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n[00:16.22] We gon' handle our business\n[00:18.09] We gon' smoke\n[00:18.93] We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n[00:19.82] 'cause u know whut?\n[00:21.67] Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n[00:23.59] We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n[00:28.00] But it's your time baby\n[00:30.71] We gon' handle our business\n[00:32.52] And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n[00:34.32] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:36.10] Ya heard me?\n[00:37.99] This game fucked up\n[00:38.87] I ain't got no friends\n[00:40.66] I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n[00:43.34] Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n[00:46.11] Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\n[00:47.97] Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:52.41] Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\n[00:55.12] Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\n[00:58.74] Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n[01:00.54] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:02.31] UGK and C-Murder\n[01:03.25] Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:05.08] Bout to fade the platinum\n[01:06.93] Smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:07.86] But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n[01:10.55] Serve my dick out her pussy\n[01:12.39] and bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:13.22] Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n[01:17.76] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:20.48] Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n[01:22.25] and make a pimp bitch\n[01:24.06] and never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n[01:26.70] I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n[01:28.67] Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:30.43] Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n[01:33.10] They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n[01:36.77] Now hold oon Bun B\n[01:39.45] I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n[01:40.32] Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n[01:57.50] Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n[01:58.45] But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n[01:59.31] But I Gotta bust my magnums\n[02:00.27] Gotta gage these pistols\n[02:01.11] Hand grenades, and land mines\n[02:02.06] chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n[02:02.98] Some of them bitches whistle\n[02:03.89] Some of them bitches silent\n[02:04.77] But all them bitches handle business\n[02:06.50] All of them violent\n[02:07.43] Bout it bout it and dangerous\n[02:08.31] soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:09.21] Bang with us, hang with us\n[02:10.18] get that No Limit slang with us\n[02:11.00] I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n[02:11.95] so get the chip off your shoulder\n[02:12.86] fix your lip\n[02:29.15] I done told yah\n[02:30.05] we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n[02:32.78] Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n[02:34.52] Sit down and take a time trip\n[02:35.42] this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n[02:37.33] the fear in your eyes I see\n[02:39.18] bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n[02:41.83] Lay it down muthafucka\n[02:44.50] Everybody gotta go\n[02:45.42] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n[02:47.23] When I kick in the doe'\n[02:49.08] Nigga I'm mad at the world\n[02:50.87] for my lack of havin' papers\n[02:52.65] Fuck the law and the cops\n[02:53.59] 'cause I'm down for a caper\n[03:07.13] Some say we dangerous\n[03:08.07] Especially when we broke\n[03:09.86] I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:12.55] I just live for confetti\n[03:14.33] You see I'm deadly like Freddy\n[03:16.15] I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n[03:17.04] I got to much stress in my head\n[03:20.60] I wanna take my own life\n[03:22.56] My last chance is a 211\n[03:24.37] But it got me thankin' twicee\n[03:25.21] It's a drought right now\n[03:27.08] So these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:28.85] And if it wasn't for No Limit\n[03:29.71] there would be no money or rapping.\n[03:31.53] You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\n[03:34.21] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n[03:37.87] You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:40.69] keep your eyez on your enemies\n[03:42.49] Stack some chips and get out man.\n[03:44.29] Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n[03:46.02] I'll be a down ass nigga\n[03:46.93] And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n[03:48.78] And make my cheese get bigger\n[03:50.55] If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n[03:52.44] 'cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n[03:56.00] Nigga 2 shots in the air\n[03:57.89] 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke\n[03:59.62] And if you bout i make a move\n[04:01.48] nigga, everybody gotta go\n[04:03.25] Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n[04:05.02] With tapes hooked up\n[04:05.91] C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n[04:07.72] Now Nigga what?\n[04:09.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Akickdoe! 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236000\n- text: Nigga 2 shots in the air\n start_ms: 236000\n end_ms: 237890\n- text: '''cause I ain''t bout bein'' broke'\n start_ms: 237890\n end_ms: 239620\n- text: And if you bout i make a move\n start_ms: 239620\n end_ms: 241480\n- text: nigga, everybody gotta go\n start_ms: 241480\n end_ms: 243250\n- text: Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n start_ms: 243250\n end_ms: 245020\n- text: With tapes hooked up\n start_ms: 245020\n end_ms: 245910\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n start_ms: 245910\n end_ms: 247720\n- text: Now Nigga what?\n start_ms: 247720\n end_ms: 249690\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 249690\nplain: |-\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n 'cause u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n and bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n and make a pimp bitch\n and never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n\n I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n so get the chip off your shoulder\n fix your lip\n I done told yah\n we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n the fear in your eyes I see\n bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n for my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n 'cause I'm down for a caper\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm deadly like Freddy\n I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n I got to much stress in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n there would be no money or rapping.\n\n You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n 'cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n"},{"id":39296705,"name":"Akickdoe!","trackName":"Akickdoe!","artistName":"Bun B; C-Murder; Master P; Pimp","albumName":"Life or Death","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo C-Murder (boy, what's happenin', nigga)\nNigga, you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the road, nigga\nPass the weed (OK)\nWe gon' head up Interstate ten\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\nWe gon' handle our business ('bout that)\nWe gon' smoke, we gon' make it back to the N.O\n'Cause you know what?\nUs South niggas don't playa hate\n\nWe got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time now, baby\nWe gon' handle our business (handle it)\nAnd we gonna do this shit like Gs (like Gs)\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\nThis game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last seventy thousand dollars on a drop-top Benz\nUgh, and I'm a trill nigga (trill nigga), down to put the 45 to his Hilfiger\nLay it down motherfucker (boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\nPack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\nNiggas down in Port Arthur (huh, nigga, what?)\nStill think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n\nUGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch love me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy (ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time (time) before I'm up in your house (house)\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right, nigga (mind right) and make a pimp rich (what?)\nAnd never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up), the home of Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger), just like the ATF, Feds, HPD\nAnd Texas Rangers (rangers), fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (finger)\nBut dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (strangers)\nPull high-calibers and magnums (mags), 12 gauges, pistols (pistols)\nHand grenades and land mines (land mines), choppers, rifles and missiles (missiles)\nSome of them bitches whistle, some of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle they business, all of them violent\n\n'Bout it, 'bout it and dangerous ('bout it, ugh), soldiers that wanna gang with us\nDo you thang with us, hang with us, spit that No Limit slang with us (nah, bruh)\nI came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\nSo get the chip off your shoulder, fix your lip, I done told yah\nWe hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (my nigga, what?)\nNigga, I can see that you got plex, sit down and take a contact (my nigga, what?)\nThis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at, the fear in your eyes, I see that\nBitch, where's the key's and Gs at? (Ugh) For we 'bout to pull akickdoe!\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n\nLay it down motherfucker (ugh), everybody gotta go (what?)\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em when I kick in the doe'\nNigga, I'm mad at the world (world) for my lack of havin' papers (paper)\nFuck the law and the cops 'cause I'm down for a caper (caper)\nSome say we dangerous especially when we broke (ugh)\nI'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti ('fetti), you see, I'm deadly like Freddy (like Freddy)\nI'll run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n\nI got too much stress in my head, I wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211, but it got me thinkin' twice (fuck that)\nIt's a drought right now, so these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit, there'd be no money in rappin'\nYou see my boy had an apartment full of keys and Gs\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\nYou see, you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nKeep your eyes on your enemies, stack some chips and get out man\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a .9, I'll be a down-ass nigga (what)\nAnd watch me pull a flea-flicker and make my Gs get bigger\nIf I get caught I'm facin' 25 but that don't mean shit (shit)\n'Cause if I go to jail, it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga, two shots in the air 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke (fuck that)\nAnd if you 'bout I make a move, nigga, everybody gotta go (everybody gotta go)\nJust some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (ugh) and Texas hooked up (what, my nigga, what?)\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK, now, nigga, what?\n\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\nI'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.69] Yo C-Murder (boy, what's happenin', nigga)\n[00:04.11] Nigga, you woke?\n[00:05.82] Keep your eyes on the road, nigga\n[00:07.70] Pass the weed (OK)\n[00:09.73] We gon' head up Interstate ten\n[00:11.75] We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n[00:15.60] We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\n[00:17.93] We gon' handle our business ('bout that)\n[00:19.53] We gon' smoke, we gon' make it back to the N.O\n[00:23.25] 'Cause you know what?\n[00:24.32] Us South niggas don't playa hate\n[00:25.96] We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth\n[00:31.10] But it's your time now, baby\n[00:32.69] We gon' handle our business (handle it)\n[00:34.75] And we gonna do this shit like Gs (like Gs)\n[00:36.68] We gonna represent the gizame\n[00:38.29] Ya heard me?\n[00:39.55] This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\n[00:42.14] I done spend my last seventy thousand dollars on a drop-top Benz\n[00:46.34] Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (trill nigga), down to put the 45 to his Hilfiger\n[00:51.64] Lay it down motherfucker (boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\n[00:54.54] Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\n[00:57.88] Niggas down in Port Arthur (huh, nigga, what?)\n[00:59.54] Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)\n[01:01.01] Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n[01:04.37] UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n[01:07.32] 'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank\n[01:10.33] But bitch love me when I come to your city\n[01:12.74] Serve my dick out her pussy (ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties\n[01:15.96] Ugh, it's just a matter of time (time) before I'm up in your house (house)\n[01:19.67] With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n[01:22.79] Now get your mind right, nigga (mind right) and make a pimp rich (what?)\n[01:26.38] And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n[01:28.72] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:32.22] Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[01:35.08] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:38.58] Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[01:41.60] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:44.70] Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[01:47.56] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[01:51.03] Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[01:53.96] They try to run up in the manger (run up), the home of Bun B\n[01:57.32] I see me P and C in danger (danger), just like the ATF, Feds, HPD\n[02:01.05] And Texas Rangers (rangers), fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (finger)\n[02:04.45] But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (strangers)\n[02:06.78] Pull high-calibers and magnums (mags), 12 gauges, pistols (pistols)\n[02:10.47] Hand grenades and land mines (land mines), choppers, rifles and missiles (missiles)\n[02:12.96] Some of them bitches whistle, some of them bitches silent\n[02:16.07] But all them bitches handle they business, all of them violent\n[02:19.26] 'Bout it, 'bout it and dangerous ('bout it, ugh), soldiers that wanna gang with us\n[02:22.52] Do you thang with us, hang with us, spit that No Limit slang with us (nah, bruh)\n[02:25.61] I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n[02:28.46] So get the chip off your shoulder, fix your lip, I done told yah\n[02:31.64] We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (my nigga, what?)\n[02:34.38] Nigga, I can see that you got plex, sit down and take a contact (my nigga, what?)\n[02:38.25] This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at, the fear in your eyes, I see that\n[02:41.69] Bitch, where's the key's and Gs at? (Ugh) For we 'bout to pull akickdoe!\n[02:43.62] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[02:47.08] Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[02:50.03] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[02:53.58] Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[02:56.45] Lay it down motherfucker (ugh), everybody gotta go (what?)\n[02:59.63] Give me the loot is what I tell 'em when I kick in the doe'\n[03:02.57] Nigga, I'm mad at the world (world) for my lack of havin' papers (paper)\n[03:05.77] Fuck the law and the cops 'cause I'm down for a caper (caper)\n[03:08.75] Some say we dangerous especially when we broke (ugh)\n[03:11.86] I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n[03:14.96] I just live for confetti ('fetti), you see, I'm deadly like Freddy (like Freddy)\n[03:18.45] I'll run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n[03:20.96] I got too much stress in my head, I wanna take my own life\n[03:24.42] My last chance is a 211, but it got me thinkin' twice (fuck that)\n[03:27.59] It's a drought right now, so these drugs ain't happenin'\n[03:30.63] And if it wasn't for No Limit, there'd be no money in rappin'\n[03:33.75] You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and Gs\n[03:36.84] The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n[03:40.08] You see, you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n[03:43.13] Keep your eyes on your enemies, stack some chips and get out man\n[03:46.42] Give me a ski-mask, a .9, I'll be a down-ass nigga (what)\n[03:49.44] And watch me pull a flea-flicker and make my Gs get bigger\n[03:52.30] If I get caught I'm facin' 25 but that don't mean shit (shit)\n[03:55.58] 'Cause if I go to jail, it's gotta be better than living like this\n[03:58.67] Nigga, two shots in the air 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke (fuck that)\n[04:01.82] And if you 'bout I make a move, nigga, everybody gotta go (everybody gotta go)\n[04:05.03] Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (ugh) and Texas hooked up (what, my nigga, what?)\n[04:08.02] C-Murder, Master P, and UGK, now, nigga, what?\n[04:11.31] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[04:14.39] Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[04:17.41] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[04:20.73] Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[04:23.58] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n[04:27.05] Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n[04:29.82] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! 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(Huh, nigga, what?)\n start_ms: 59540\n end_ms: 61010\n- text: Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n start_ms: 61010\n end_ms: 64370\n- text: UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n start_ms: 64370\n end_ms: 67320\n- text: '''Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank'\n start_ms: 67320\n end_ms: 70330\n- text: But bitch love me when I come to your city\n start_ms: 70330\n end_ms: 72740\n- text: Serve my dick out her pussy (ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties\n start_ms: 72740\n end_ms: 75960\n- text: Ugh, it's just a matter of time (time) before I'm up in your house (house)\n start_ms: 75960\n end_ms: 79670\n- text: With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n start_ms: 79670\n end_ms: 82790\n- text: Now get your mind right, nigga (mind right) and make a pimp rich (what?)\n start_ms: 82790\n end_ms: 86380\n- text: And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n start_ms: 86380\n end_ms: 88720\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 88720\n end_ms: 92220\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 92220\n end_ms: 95080\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 95080\n end_ms: 98580\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 98580\n end_ms: 101600\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 101600\n end_ms: 104700\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 104700\n end_ms: 107560\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 107560\n end_ms: 111030\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 111030\n end_ms: 113960\n- text: They try to run up in the manger (run up), the home of Bun B\n start_ms: 113960\n end_ms: 117320\n- text: I see me P and C in danger (danger), just like the ATF, Feds, HPD\n start_ms: 117320\n end_ms: 121050\n- text: And Texas Rangers (rangers), fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (finger)\n start_ms: 121050\n end_ms: 124450\n- text: But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (strangers)\n start_ms: 124450\n end_ms: 126780\n- text: Pull high-calibers and magnums (mags), 12 gauges, pistols (pistols)\n start_ms: 126780\n end_ms: 130470\n- text: Hand grenades and land mines (land mines), choppers, rifles and missiles (missiles)\n start_ms: 130470\n end_ms: 132960\n- text: Some of them bitches whistle, some of them bitches silent\n start_ms: 132960\n end_ms: 136070\n- text: But all them bitches handle they business, all of them violent\n start_ms: 136070\n end_ms: 139260\n- text: '''Bout it, ''bout it and dangerous (''bout it, ugh), soldiers that wanna gang with us'\n start_ms: 139260\n end_ms: 142520\n- text: Do you thang with us, hang with us, spit that No Limit slang with us (nah, bruh)\n start_ms: 142520\n end_ms: 145610\n- text: I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n start_ms: 145610\n end_ms: 148460\n- text: So get the chip off your shoulder, fix your lip, I done told yah\n start_ms: 148460\n end_ms: 151640\n- text: We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (my nigga, what?)\n start_ms: 151640\n end_ms: 154380\n- text: Nigga, I can see that you got plex, sit down and take a contact (my nigga, what?)\n start_ms: 154380\n end_ms: 158250\n- text: This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at, the fear in your eyes, I see that\n start_ms: 158250\n end_ms: 161690\n- text: Bitch, where's the key's and Gs at? (Ugh) For we 'bout to pull akickdoe!\n start_ms: 161690\n end_ms: 163620\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 163620\n end_ms: 167080\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 167080\n end_ms: 170030\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 170030\n end_ms: 173580\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 173580\n end_ms: 176450\n- text: Lay it down motherfucker (ugh), everybody gotta go (what?)\n start_ms: 176450\n end_ms: 179630\n- text: Give me the loot is what I tell 'em when I kick in the doe'\n start_ms: 179630\n end_ms: 182570\n- text: Nigga, I'm mad at the world (world) for my lack of havin' papers (paper)\n start_ms: 182570\n end_ms: 185770\n- text: Fuck the law and the cops 'cause I'm down for a caper (caper)\n start_ms: 185770\n end_ms: 188750\n- text: Some say we dangerous especially when we broke (ugh)\n start_ms: 188750\n end_ms: 191860\n- text: I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n start_ms: 191860\n end_ms: 194960\n- text: I just live for confetti ('fetti), you see, I'm deadly like Freddy (like Freddy)\n start_ms: 194960\n end_ms: 198450\n- text: I'll run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n start_ms: 198450\n end_ms: 200960\n- text: I got too much stress in my head, I wanna take my own life\n start_ms: 200960\n end_ms: 204420\n- text: My last chance is a 211, but it got me thinkin' twice (fuck that)\n start_ms: 204420\n end_ms: 207590\n- text: It's a drought right now, so these drugs ain't happenin'\n start_ms: 207590\n end_ms: 210630\n- text: And if it wasn't for No Limit, there'd be no money in rappin'\n start_ms: 210630\n end_ms: 213750\n- text: You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and Gs\n start_ms: 213750\n end_ms: 216840\n- text: The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n start_ms: 216840\n end_ms: 220080\n- text: You see, you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n start_ms: 220080\n end_ms: 223130\n- text: Keep your eyes on your enemies, stack some chips and get out man\n start_ms: 223130\n end_ms: 226420\n- text: Give me a ski-mask, a .9, I'll be a down-ass nigga (what)\n start_ms: 226420\n end_ms: 229440\n- text: And watch me pull a flea-flicker and make my Gs get bigger\n start_ms: 229440\n end_ms: 232300\n- text: If I get caught I'm facin' 25 but that don't mean shit (shit)\n start_ms: 232300\n end_ms: 235580\n- text: '''Cause if I go to jail, it''s gotta be better than living like this'\n start_ms: 235580\n end_ms: 238670\n- text: Nigga, two shots in the air 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke (fuck that)\n start_ms: 238670\n end_ms: 241820\n- text: And if you 'bout I make a move, nigga, everybody gotta go (everybody gotta go)\n start_ms: 241820\n end_ms: 245030\n- text: Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (ugh) and Texas hooked up (what, my nigga, what?)\n start_ms: 245030\n end_ms: 248020\n- text: C-Murder, Master P, and UGK, now, nigga, what?\n start_ms: 248020\n end_ms: 251310\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 251310\n end_ms: 254390\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 254390\n end_ms: 257410\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 257410\n end_ms: 260730\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 260730\n end_ms: 263580\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 263580\n end_ms: 267050\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 267050\n end_ms: 269820\n- text: I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n start_ms: 269820\n end_ms: 273120\n- text: Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n start_ms: 273120\n end_ms: 277380\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 277380\nplain: |-\n Yo C-Murder (boy, what's happenin', nigga)\n Nigga, you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the road, nigga\n Pass the weed (OK)\n We gon' head up Interstate ten\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it\n We gon' handle our business ('bout that)\n We gon' smoke, we gon' make it back to the N.O\n 'Cause you know what?\n Us South niggas don't playa hate\n\n We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time now, baby\n We gon' handle our business (handle it)\n And we gonna do this shit like Gs (like Gs)\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last seventy thousand dollars on a drop-top Benz\n Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (trill nigga), down to put the 45 to his Hilfiger\n Lay it down motherfucker (boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine\n Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'\n Niggas down in Port Arthur (huh, nigga, what?)\n Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n\n UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n 'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch love me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy (ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time (time) before I'm up in your house (house)\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right, nigga (mind right) and make a pimp rich (what?)\n And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up), the home of Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger), just like the ATF, Feds, HPD\n And Texas Rangers (rangers), fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (finger)\n But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (strangers)\n Pull high-calibers and magnums (mags), 12 gauges, pistols (pistols)\n Hand grenades and land mines (land mines), choppers, rifles and missiles (missiles)\n Some of them bitches whistle, some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle they business, all of them violent\n\n 'Bout it, 'bout it and dangerous ('bout it, ugh), soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Do you thang with us, hang with us, spit that No Limit slang with us (nah, bruh)\n I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over\n So get the chip off your shoulder, fix your lip, I done told yah\n We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (my nigga, what?)\n Nigga, I can see that you got plex, sit down and take a contact (my nigga, what?)\n This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at, the fear in your eyes, I see that\n Bitch, where's the key's and Gs at? (Ugh) For we 'bout to pull akickdoe!\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n\n Lay it down motherfucker (ugh), everybody gotta go (what?)\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em when I kick in the doe'\n Nigga, I'm mad at the world (world) for my lack of havin' papers (paper)\n Fuck the law and the cops 'cause I'm down for a caper (caper)\n Some say we dangerous especially when we broke (ugh)\n I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti ('fetti), you see, I'm deadly like Freddy (like Freddy)\n I'll run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy\n\n I got too much stress in my head, I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211, but it got me thinkin' twice (fuck that)\n It's a drought right now, so these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit, there'd be no money in rappin'\n You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and Gs\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze\n You see, you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n Keep your eyes on your enemies, stack some chips and get out man\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a .9, I'll be a down-ass nigga (what)\n And watch me pull a flea-flicker and make my Gs get bigger\n If I get caught I'm facin' 25 but that don't mean shit (shit)\n 'Cause if I go to jail, it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga, two shots in the air 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke (fuck that)\n And if you 'bout I make a move, nigga, everybody gotta go (everybody gotta go)\n Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (ugh) and Texas hooked up (what, my nigga, what?)\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK, now, nigga, what?\n\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (go)\n"},{"id":16571644,"name":"Akickdoe! (feat. Ugk & Master P)","trackName":"Akickdoe! (feat. Ugk & Master P)","artistName":"C-Murder","albumName":"Life Or Death","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo C-Murder\nNigga you woke?\nKeep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\nPass the weed (ok)\nWe gon' head up interstate 10\nWe gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\nWe gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\nWe gon' handle our business\nWe gon' smoke\nWe gon' make it back to the N.O.\n'cause u know whut?\nUs South niggaz don't playa hate\nWe got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\nBut it's your time baby\nWe gon' handle our business\nAnd we gonna do this shit like g'z\nWe gonna represent the gizame\nYa heard me?\n\nThis game fucked up\nI ain't got no friends\nI done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\nUgh, and I'm a real nigga\nDown to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\nLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\nTake them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\nNiggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\nThank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\nBust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\nUGK and C-Murder\nCadillac and a Tank (Master P)\nBout to fade the platinum\nSmoke some dank and some drank\nBut bitch luv me when I come to your city\nServe my dick out her pussy\nand bust my nuts on her titties\nUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\nWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\nNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)\nand make a pimp bitch\nand never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n\nI'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\nLay down on the flo' (flo')\nWant the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\nThey try to run up in the manger (run up)\nNow hold oon Bun B\nI see me P and C in danger (danger)\nJust like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\nFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\nBut to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\nBut I Gotta bust my magnums\nGotta gage these pistols\nHand grenades, and land mines\nchopper smoke bombs and missiles\nSome of them bitches whistle\nSome of them bitches silent\nBut all them bitches handle business\nAll of them violent\nBout it bout it and dangerous\nsoldiers that wanna gang with us\nBang with us, hang with us\nget that No Limit slang with us\nI came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\nso get the chip off your shoulder\nfix your lip\nI done told yah\nwe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\nNigga I can see that you got plicked\nSit down and take a time trip\nthis ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\nthe fear in your eyes I see\nbitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\nLay it down muthafucka\nEverybody gotta go\nGive me the loot is what I tell 'em\nWhen I kick in the doe'\nNigga I'm mad at the world\nfor my lack of havin' papers\nFuck the law and the cops\n'cause I'm down for a caper\n\nSome say we dangerous\nEspecially when we broke\nI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\nI just live for confetti\nYou see I'm deadly like Freddy\nI run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\nI got to much stress in my head\nI wanna take my own life\nMy last chance is a 211\nBut it got me thankin' twicee\nIt's a drought right now\nSo these drugs ain't happenin'\nAnd if it wasn't for No Limit\nthere would be no money or rapping.\n\nYou see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\nThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\nYou see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\nkeep your eyez on your enemies\nStack some chips and get out man.\n\nGive me a ski-mask, a 9\nI'll be a down ass nigga\nAnd watch me pull a flee-flicker\nAnd make my cheese get bigger\nIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n'cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\nNigga 2 shots in the air\n'cause I ain't bout bein' broke\nAnd if you bout i make a move\nnigga, everybody gotta go\nJust some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\nWith tapes hooked up\nC-Murder, Master P, and UGK\nNow Nigga what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Akickdoe! (feat. Ugk & Master P)\n artist: C-Murder\n album: Life Or Death\n duration_ms: 277000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yo C-Murder\n Nigga you woke?\n Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.\n Pass the weed (ok)\n We gon' head up interstate 10\n We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)\n We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it\n We gon' handle our business\n We gon' smoke\n We gon' make it back to the N.O.\n 'cause u know whut?\n Us South niggaz don't playa hate\n We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth\n But it's your time baby\n We gon' handle our business\n And we gonna do this shit like g'z\n We gonna represent the gizame\n Ya heard me?\n\n This game fucked up\n I ain't got no friends\n I done spend my last 70, 000 dollars on a drop-top bienz\n Ugh, and I'm a real nigga\n Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger\n Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine\n Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine\n Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)\n Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)\n Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'\n UGK and C-Murder\n Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)\n Bout to fade the platinum\n Smoke some dank and some drank\n But bitch luv me when I come to your city\n Serve my dick out her pussy\n and bust my nuts on her titties\n Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house\n With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth\n Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)\n and make a pimp bitch\n and never put trust in a trick ass bitch\n\n I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)\n Lay down on the flo' (flo')\n Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)\n\n They try to run up in the manger (run up)\n Now hold oon Bun B\n I see me P and C in danger (danger)\n Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers\n Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.\n But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers\n But I Gotta bust my magnums\n Gotta gage these pistols\n Hand grenades, and land mines\n chopper smoke bombs and missiles\n Some of them bitches whistle\n Some of them bitches silent\n But all them bitches handle business\n All of them violent\n Bout it bout it and dangerous\n soldiers that wanna gang with us\n Bang with us, hang with us\n get that No Limit slang with us\n I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over\n so get the chip off your shoulder\n fix your lip\n I done told yah\n we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts\n Nigga I can see that you got plicked\n Sit down and take a time trip\n this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at\n the fear in your eyes I see\n bitch where's the key's & g'z at?\n\n Lay it down muthafucka\n Everybody gotta go\n Give me the loot is what I tell 'em\n When I kick in the doe'\n Nigga I'm mad at the world\n for my lack of havin' papers\n Fuck the law and the cops\n 'cause I'm down for a caper\n\n Some say we dangerous\n Especially when we broke\n I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope\n I just live for confetti\n You see I'm deadly like Freddy\n I run through your house and leave it messy like messy\n\n I got to much stress in my head\n I wanna take my own life\n My last chance is a 211\n But it got me thankin' twicee\n It's a drought right now\n So these drugs ain't happenin'\n And if it wasn't for No Limit\n there would be no money or rapping.\n\n You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z\n The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!\n You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game\n keep your eyez on your enemies\n Stack some chips and get out man.\n\n Give me a ski-mask, a 9\n I'll be a down ass nigga\n And watch me pull a flee-flicker\n And make my cheese get bigger\n If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit\n 'cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this\n Nigga 2 shots in the air\n 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke\n And if you bout i make a move\n nigga, everybody gotta go\n Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans\n With tapes hooked up\n C-Murder, Master P, and UGK\n Now Nigga what?\n"}]