[{"id":33151169,"name":"Cam'ron - Intro","trackName":"Cam'ron - Intro","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":130.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to Purple Haze\nPreviously written in 2001\n\nTwo-zero-four, '76, they wired my mom (uh-huh)\nCouple weeks prior to Ja\nMust've been the year of (what?), murderous killers\nMurderers that murder and kill for scrilla\nOGs would urge the gorilla to turn (to what?)\nMathematician, subtraction, addition\nDivision to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen (uh-huh)\nMultiplication, rocks that I slash with precision (precision)\n\nI gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin' (uh-huh)\nBut in Harlem, you get smacked up for livin', that was a given\nRock the hood, pop the hood, gats in the engine\nClap up your women, accurate vision, Black, I'm just livin' (uh-huh)\nI'm the bomb, but bombs get wrapped up in ribbons, shit (shit)\nThis the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin'\nCats in maximum prisons rattin' and snitchin'\n'Cause when feds come, niggas' mouths run\n\nBut the outcome gon' be 'bout guns\n'Cause I don't bitch and I don't snitch\nI work hands on, fuck with Cam'ron\n'Cause I kept the grams in the boot, damn, I would shoot (damn, I would shoot)\nBut, fam, I was souped, thought Cam was too cute to stand on the stoop (what I look like?)\nMy Spanish recruit, outlandish with loot (what we did?)\nWe got obsessed with Miami, cannons and coupes (Collins Ave)\nAnd flavors, Baskin and Robbin, I'm laughin' and poppin' (I'm poppin')\n\nIt's all for Bloodshed, though, I haven't forgotten\nFrom the night to the days, my triflin' ways\nI'ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave, dog (I love you, nigga)\nChill in the lobby, you feelin' this probably (uh-huh)\nYou know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body\nTake it in stride, let's bake up these pies\nHarlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride\nTo the top of the mountain (mountain)\n\n'Bout to get this shit poppin' and bouncin'\nNow that I'm down, the Roc is surrounded, you feel me? (What up, Dame?)\nAfford all the best, but bought all the wet (wet)\nDown with the Roc, but I'm loyal to my set (dipset)\nI know you niggas hate it (hate it)\nHow I got Jimmy out of 5H and my dog Zeke situated (situated)\nSantana is next","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.28] Welcome to Purple Haze\n[00:01.83] Previously written in 2001\n[00:15.46] Two-zero-four, '76, they wired my mom (uh-huh)\n[00:19.50] Couple weeks prior to Ja\n[00:20.97] Must've been the year of (what?), murderous killers\n[00:24.28] Murderers that murder and kill for scrilla\n[00:26.41] OGs would urge the gorilla to turn (to what?)\n[00:28.97] Mathematician, subtraction, addition\n[00:31.30] Division to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen (uh-huh)\n[00:34.75] Multiplication, rocks that I slash with precision (precision)\n[00:37.94] I gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin' (uh-huh)\n[00:40.75] But in Harlem, you get smacked up for livin', that was a given\n[00:44.07] Rock the hood, pop the hood, gats in the engine\n[00:46.57] Clap up your women, accurate vision, Black, I'm just livin' (uh-huh)\n[00:50.04] I'm the bomb, but bombs get wrapped up in ribbons, shit (shit)\n[00:53.67] This the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin'\n[00:56.37] Cats in maximum prisons rattin' and snitchin'\n[00:58.38] 'Cause when feds come, niggas' mouths run\n[01:01.83] But the outcome gon' be 'bout guns\n[01:04.93] 'Cause I don't bitch and I don't snitch\n[01:08.08] I work hands on, fuck with Cam'ron\n[01:10.96] 'Cause I kept the grams in the boot, damn, I would shoot (damn, I would shoot)\n[01:14.42] But, fam, I was souped, thought Cam was too cute to stand on the stoop (what I look like?)\n[01:18.37] My Spanish recruit, outlandish with loot (what we did?)\n[01:20.93] We got obsessed with Miami, cannons and coupes (Collins Ave)\n[01:23.66] And flavors, Baskin and Robbin, I'm laughin' and poppin' (I'm poppin')\n[01:27.00] It's all for Bloodshed, though, I haven't forgotten\n[01:29.77] From the night to the days, my triflin' ways\n[01:33.23] I'ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave, dog (I love you, nigga)\n[01:36.96] Chill in the lobby, you feelin' this probably (uh-huh)\n[01:39.56] You know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body\n[01:42.91] Take it in stride, let's bake up these pies\n[01:45.39] Harlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride\n[01:48.43] To the top of the mountain (mountain)\n[01:49.72] 'Bout to get this shit poppin' and bouncin'\n[01:51.67] Now that I'm down, the Roc is surrounded, you feel me? (What up, Dame?)\n[01:55.12] Afford all the best, but bought all the wet (wet)\n[01:57.93] Down with the Roc, but I'm loyal to my set (dipset)\n[02:01.04] I know you niggas hate it (hate it)\n[02:02.93] How I got Jimmy out of 5H and my dog Zeke situated (situated)\n[02:07.39] Santana is next\n[02:09.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cam'ron - Intro\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 130000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Welcome to Purple Haze\n  start_ms: 280\n  end_ms: 1830\n- text: Previously written in 2001\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 15460\n- text: Two-zero-four, '76, they wired my mom (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 15460\n  end_ms: 19500\n- text: Couple weeks prior to Ja\n  start_ms: 19500\n  end_ms: 20970\n- text: Must've been the year of (what?), murderous killers\n  start_ms: 20970\n  end_ms: 24280\n- text: Murderers that murder and kill for scrilla\n  start_ms: 24280\n  end_ms: 26410\n- text: OGs would urge the gorilla to turn (to what?)\n  start_ms: 26410\n  end_ms: 28970\n- text: Mathematician, subtraction, addition\n  start_ms: 28970\n  end_ms: 31300\n- text: Division to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 31300\n  end_ms: 34750\n- text: Multiplication, rocks that I slash with precision (precision)\n  start_ms: 34750\n  end_ms: 37940\n- text: I gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin' (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 37940\n  end_ms: 40750\n- text: But in Harlem, you get smacked up for livin', that was a given\n  start_ms: 40750\n  end_ms: 44070\n- text: Rock the hood, pop the hood, gats in the engine\n  start_ms: 44070\n  end_ms: 46570\n- text: Clap up your women, accurate vision, Black, I'm just livin' (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 46570\n  end_ms: 50040\n- text: I'm the bomb, but bombs get wrapped up in ribbons, shit (shit)\n  start_ms: 50040\n  end_ms: 53670\n- text: This the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin'\n  start_ms: 53670\n  end_ms: 56370\n- text: Cats in maximum prisons rattin' and snitchin'\n  start_ms: 56370\n  end_ms: 58380\n- text: '''Cause when feds come, niggas'' mouths run'\n  start_ms: 58380\n  end_ms: 61830\n- text: But the outcome gon' be 'bout guns\n  start_ms: 61830\n  end_ms: 64930\n- text: '''Cause I don''t bitch and I don''t snitch'\n  start_ms: 64930\n  end_ms: 68080\n- text: I work hands on, fuck with Cam'ron\n  start_ms: 68080\n  end_ms: 70960\n- text: '''Cause I kept the grams in the boot, damn, I would shoot (damn, I would shoot)'\n  start_ms: 70960\n  end_ms: 74420\n- text: But, fam, I was souped, thought Cam was too cute to stand on the stoop (what I look like?)\n  start_ms: 74420\n  end_ms: 78370\n- text: My Spanish recruit, outlandish with loot (what we did?)\n  start_ms: 78370\n  end_ms: 80930\n- text: We got obsessed with Miami, cannons and coupes (Collins Ave)\n  start_ms: 80930\n  end_ms: 83660\n- text: And flavors, Baskin and Robbin, I'm laughin' and poppin' (I'm poppin')\n  start_ms: 83660\n  end_ms: 87000\n- text: It's all for Bloodshed, though, I haven't forgotten\n  start_ms: 87000\n  end_ms: 89770\n- text: From the night to the days, my triflin' ways\n  start_ms: 89770\n  end_ms: 93230\n- text: I'ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave, dog (I love you, nigga)\n  start_ms: 93230\n  end_ms: 96960\n- text: Chill in the lobby, you feelin' this probably (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 96960\n  end_ms: 99560\n- text: You know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body\n  start_ms: 99560\n  end_ms: 102910\n- text: Take it in stride, let's bake up these pies\n  start_ms: 102910\n  end_ms: 105390\n- text: Harlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride\n  start_ms: 105390\n  end_ms: 108430\n- text: To the top of the mountain (mountain)\n  start_ms: 108430\n  end_ms: 109720\n- text: '''Bout to get this shit poppin'' and bouncin'''\n  start_ms: 109720\n  end_ms: 111670\n- text: Now that I'm down, the Roc is surrounded, you feel me? (What up, Dame?)\n  start_ms: 111670\n  end_ms: 115120\n- text: Afford all the best, but bought all the wet (wet)\n  start_ms: 115120\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: Down with the Roc, but I'm loyal to my set (dipset)\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 121040\n- text: I know you niggas hate it (hate it)\n  start_ms: 121040\n  end_ms: 122930\n- text: How I got Jimmy out of 5H and my dog Zeke situated (situated)\n  start_ms: 122930\n  end_ms: 127390\n- text: Santana is next\n  start_ms: 127390\n  end_ms: 129400\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 129400\nplain: |-\n  Welcome to Purple Haze\n  Previously written in 2001\n\n  Two-zero-four, '76, they wired my mom (uh-huh)\n  Couple weeks prior to Ja\n  Must've been the year of (what?), murderous killers\n  Murderers that murder and kill for scrilla\n  OGs would urge the gorilla to turn (to what?)\n  Mathematician, subtraction, addition\n  Division to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen (uh-huh)\n  Multiplication, rocks that I slash with precision (precision)\n\n  I gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin' (uh-huh)\n  But in Harlem, you get smacked up for livin', that was a given\n  Rock the hood, pop the hood, gats in the engine\n  Clap up your women, accurate vision, Black, I'm just livin' (uh-huh)\n  I'm the bomb, but bombs get wrapped up in ribbons, shit (shit)\n  This the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin'\n  Cats in maximum prisons rattin' and snitchin'\n  'Cause when feds come, niggas' mouths run\n\n  But the outcome gon' be 'bout guns\n  'Cause I don't bitch and I don't snitch\n  I work hands on, fuck with Cam'ron\n  'Cause I kept the grams in the boot, damn, I would shoot (damn, I would shoot)\n  But, fam, I was souped, thought Cam was too cute to stand on the stoop (what I look like?)\n  My Spanish recruit, outlandish with loot (what we did?)\n  We got obsessed with Miami, cannons and coupes (Collins Ave)\n  And flavors, Baskin and Robbin, I'm laughin' and poppin' (I'm poppin')\n\n  It's all for Bloodshed, though, I haven't forgotten\n  From the night to the days, my triflin' ways\n  I'ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave, dog (I love you, nigga)\n  Chill in the lobby, you feelin' this probably (uh-huh)\n  You know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body\n  Take it in stride, let's bake up these pies\n  Harlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride\n  To the top of the mountain (mountain)\n\n  'Bout to get this shit poppin' and bouncin'\n  Now that I'm down, the Roc is surrounded, you feel me? (What up, Dame?)\n  Afford all the best, but bought all the wet (wet)\n  Down with the Roc, but I'm loyal to my set (dipset)\n  I know you niggas hate it (hate it)\n  How I got Jimmy out of 5H and my dog Zeke situated (situated)\n  Santana is next\n"},{"id":38185101,"name":"Intro (Cam'ron/Come Home With Me)","trackName":"Intro (Cam'ron/Come Home With Me)","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Come Home With Me","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to Purple Haze\nPreviously written in 2001\n\nTwo-zero-four, '76, they wired my mom (uh-huh)\nCouple weeks prior to Ja\nMust've been the year of (what?), murderous killers\nMurderers that murder and kill for scrilla\nOGs would urge the gorilla to turn (to what?)\nMathematician, subtraction, addition\nDivision to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen (uh-huh)\nMultiplication, rocks that I slash with precision (precision)\n\nI gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin' (uh-huh)\nBut in Harlem, you get smacked up for livin', that was a given\nRock the hood, pop the hood, gats in the engine\nClap up your women, accurate vision, Black, I'm just livin' (uh-huh)\nI'm the bomb, but bombs get wrapped up in ribbons, shit (shit)\nThis the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin'\nCats in maximum prisons rattin' and snitchin'\n'Cause when feds come, niggas' mouths run\n\nBut the outcome gon' be 'bout guns\n'Cause I don't bitch and I don't snitch\nI work hands on, fuck with Cam'ron\n'Cause I kept the grams in the boot, damn, I would shoot (damn, I would shoot)\nBut, fam, I was souped, thought Cam was too cute to stand on the stoop (what I look like?)\nMy Spanish recruit, outlandish with loot (what we did?)\nWe got obsessed with Miami, cannons and coupes (Collins Ave)\nAnd flavors, Baskin and Robbin, I'm laughin' and poppin' (I'm poppin')\n\nIt's all for Bloodshed, though, I haven't forgotten\nFrom the night to the days, my triflin' ways\nI'ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave, dog (I love you, nigga)\nChill in the lobby, you feelin' this probably (uh-huh)\nYou know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body\nTake it in stride, let's bake up these pies\nHarlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride\nTo the top of the mountain (mountain)\n\n'Bout to get this shit poppin' and bouncin'\nNow that I'm down, the Roc is surrounded, you feel me? (What up, Dame?)\nAfford all the best, but bought all the wet (wet)\nDown with the Roc, but I'm loyal to my set (dipset)\nI know you niggas hate it (hate it)\nHow I got Jimmy out of 5H and my dog Zeke situated (situated)\nSantana is next","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro (Cam'ron/Come Home With Me)\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Come Home With Me\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Welcome to Purple Haze\n  Previously written in 2001\n\n  Two-zero-four, '76, they wired my mom (uh-huh)\n  Couple weeks prior to Ja\n  Must've been the year of (what?), murderous killers\n  Murderers that murder and kill for scrilla\n  OGs would urge the gorilla to turn (to what?)\n  Mathematician, subtraction, addition\n  Division to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen (uh-huh)\n  Multiplication, rocks that I slash with precision (precision)\n\n  I gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin' (uh-huh)\n  But in Harlem, you get smacked up for livin', that was a given\n  Rock the hood, pop the hood, gats in the engine\n  Clap up your women, accurate vision, Black, I'm just livin' (uh-huh)\n  I'm the bomb, but bombs get wrapped up in ribbons, shit (shit)\n  This the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin'\n  Cats in maximum prisons rattin' and snitchin'\n  'Cause when feds come, niggas' mouths run\n\n  But the outcome gon' be 'bout guns\n  'Cause I don't bitch and I don't snitch\n  I work hands on, fuck with Cam'ron\n  'Cause I kept the grams in the boot, damn, I would shoot (damn, I would shoot)\n  But, fam, I was souped, thought Cam was too cute to stand on the stoop (what I look like?)\n  My Spanish recruit, outlandish with loot (what we did?)\n  We got obsessed with Miami, cannons and coupes (Collins Ave)\n  And flavors, Baskin and Robbin, I'm laughin' and poppin' (I'm poppin')\n\n  It's all for Bloodshed, though, I haven't forgotten\n  From the night to the days, my triflin' ways\n  I'ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave, dog (I love you, nigga)\n  Chill in the lobby, you feelin' this probably (uh-huh)\n  You know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body\n  Take it in stride, let's bake up these pies\n  Harlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride\n  To the top of the mountain (mountain)\n\n  'Bout to get this shit poppin' and bouncin'\n  Now that I'm down, the Roc is surrounded, you feel me? (What up, Dame?)\n  Afford all the best, but bought all the wet (wet)\n  Down with the Roc, but I'm loyal to my set (dipset)\n  I know you niggas hate it (hate it)\n  How I got Jimmy out of 5H and my dog Zeke situated (situated)\n  Santana is next\n"},{"id":38396586,"name":"Intro (Cam'ron/Come Home With Me) (Album Version Edited)","trackName":"Intro (Cam'ron/Come Home With Me) (Album Version Edited)","artistName":"Cam’ron","albumName":"Come Home With Me","duration":164.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo I advise you to step son, fuck off I'll fuck your moms\nMake you my stepson, you'll be calling me dad cause\nThe rag muffin, you soon say, y'all fuck around\nWith brotha noon say, you'll go and see doomsday\nI'm a savage but colder, now I'm rockin carats that'll mold ya\nSee this parrot on my shoulder, he do\nThe talking, I ain't concerned with words\nAct up and be return of the birds\nI return with them birds, any twenty eight bangers\nA bitch that I touch, 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lack\n\n  Gang slidee on em in style\n  Srt Jeeps\n\n  Shawn that's my brudda\n  On the guys you bet fuck with heem\n\n  Fish came with 2 straps\n  He on his cowboy shit\n\n  Catch him at the red light\n  Give him green light merry Christmas bitch\n\n  My bitch can't handle my lifestyle\n  She always call me crazy\n  3180 Put in work\n  We is not lazy\n\n  Running up them muthafuxkin pros\n  Thanks to them vizas\n\n  Get out yo body demons quick to\n  Send yo ass to Jesus\n\n  Fuck around and have my son\n  Steppin on they son\n\n  Heard you nigga crippled and broke\n  You niggas is done\n\n  Gee he on the eway\n  Doing 150 he can't see straight\n\n  But I put 100 he don't miss\n  He green like 2k\n\n  Hit the road in elades\n  Back to back wu tang\n\n  Gang hanging out the window\n  Yellin baby tony way\n\n  Put my last bitch up\n  She couldnt hold me down\n\n  When we play ball\n  It ain't fair\n  Knock em out of bounds\n\n  Feeling like rich Ron\n  I'm finna do the most\n\n  Up that 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Killa\nWe did it again, y'all fuck wit us\nSuck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?\nSantana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?\nAiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house\nHarlem, you know what it is, what's good?\n\nYou know how we get down, East side, El Barrio\nEl barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay\nThis bitch blowing up my motherfuckin' phone right now\nMan, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man\nYo son\nWhat's good?\nI gotta tell you like my dog told me\nWhen you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her\n\nSlap her?\nYeah, when you first meet her, just slap her\nOff the bat?\nOff the bat, just backhand\nWhy's that, though?\n'Cause later on down the line\nYou ain't never gotsta to worry about\nThat chick telling you\n\"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to\"\n\nThat's what I'm sayin' nigga\nBut see the thing is with me\nI don't understand how a bitch could go out\nRain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever\nAnd then go give another nigga her fucking money\nKnaw I mean?\nNah cam, you gotta understand\nThat's cause ya game is tight\n\nOh no, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga\nI know my game is tight, nigga, know I mean?\nWe getting ready set this shit the fuck off\nJones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem\n\nYo, yo, I advise you to step son\nFor I fuck ya moms, make you my step son\nY'all be calling me daddy, 'cause\nThe \"Rag Muffin\" y'all soon say\nY'all fuck around with brother Numsay\nY'all gonna see doomsday\nI'm a savage but colder\nNow I rock karrots that I'm older\n\nSee this parrot on my shoulder?\nHe do the talking, I ain't concerned with words\nAct up and be returned to the birds\nI return with them birds, any 28 grams\nA bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds\nI be in Miami, Bow Ca Baton, pokin' ya moms\nHauntin' ya aunt all over the dawn\nUsing a dope then I'm gone back\n\nCobacabana, no joke I'm bananas\nCops come for dope, it's a damper\nI'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana\nRush the crib, go in the hampter\nDon't follow me, Stana\nIf you do, I'm blowin' the hammer\nThat'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart\nI ain't finished, that's just the start\n\nYou'll be calling for back up, praying for help\nFuck my life, I'm taking myself\nAll the achin' I felt\nIn my crib at night, praying for wealth\nBitches dissin', \"What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin'\"\nNow every ten minutes, hos prank callin'\nYo cam, fuck all this rap shit, man\nLet's get down to business, harlem\nOkay, it's good, let's poppin' nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Confessions Of Fire\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  How y'all doin' out there?\n  I wanna welcome y'all back\n  Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa\n  We did it again, y'all fuck wit us\n  Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?\n  Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?\n  Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house\n  Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?\n\n  You know how we get down, East side, El Barrio\n  El barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay\n  This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin' phone right now\n  Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man\n  Yo son\n  What's good?\n  I gotta tell you like my dog told me\n  When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her\n\n  Slap her?\n  Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her\n  Off the bat?\n  Off the bat, just backhand\n  Why's that, though?\n  'Cause later on down the line\n  You ain't never gotsta to worry about\n  That chick telling you\n  \"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to\"\n\n  That's what I'm sayin' nigga\n  But see the thing is with me\n  I don't understand how a bitch could go out\n  Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever\n  And then go give another nigga her fucking money\n  Knaw I mean?\n  Nah cam, you gotta understand\n  That's cause ya game is tight\n\n  Oh no, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga\n  I know my game is tight, nigga, know I mean?\n  We getting ready set this shit the fuck off\n  Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem\n\n  Yo, yo, I advise you to step son\n  For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son\n  Y'all be calling me daddy, 'cause\n  The \"Rag Muffin\" y'all soon say\n  Y'all fuck around with brother Numsay\n  Y'all gonna see doomsday\n  I'm a savage but colder\n  Now I rock karrots that I'm older\n\n  See this parrot on my shoulder?\n  He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words\n  Act up and be returned to the birds\n  I return with them birds, any 28 grams\n  A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds\n  I be in Miami, Bow Ca Baton, pokin' ya moms\n  Hauntin' ya aunt all over the dawn\n  Using a dope then I'm gone back\n\n  Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas\n  Cops come for dope, it's a damper\n  I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana\n  Rush the crib, go in the hampter\n  Don't follow me, Stana\n  If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer\n  That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart\n  I ain't finished, that's just the start\n\n  You'll be calling for back up, praying for help\n  Fuck my life, I'm taking myself\n  All the achin' I felt\n  In my crib at night, praying for wealth\n  Bitches dissin', \"What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin'\"\n  Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin'\n  Yo cam, fuck all this rap shit, man\n  Let's get down to business, harlem\n  Okay, it's good, let's poppin' nigga\n"},{"id":30707453,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Come Home With Me (Screwed)","duration":186.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All shit came out the blue\nWho is that nigga\n\nBitch I'm Killa Cam\nAnd that's all you need to know my nigga\n\nHoes been on my dick\nI done fucked around n popped out\n\nStupid lil dumby head hoes\nBe so capped out\n\nHardbody crew stomp the yard\nBitch we heavy steppin\n\nNiggalations 2:23\nWe shall never lack\n\nGang slidee on em in style\nSrt Jeeps\n\nShawn that's my brudda\nOn the guys you bet fuck with heem\n\nFish came with 2 straps\nHe on his cowboy shit\n\nCatch him at the red light\nGive him green light merry Christmas bitch\n\nMy bitch can't handle my lifestyle\nShe always call me crazy\n3180 Put in work\nWe is not lazy\n\nRunning up them muthafuxkin pros\nThanks to them vizas\n\nGet out yo body demons quick to\nSend yo ass to Jesus\n\nFuck around and have my son\nSteppin on they son\n\nHeard you nigga crippled and broke\nYou niggas is done\n\nGee he on the eway\nDoing 150 he can't see straight\n\nBut I put 100 he don't miss\nHe green like 2k\n\nHit the road in elades\nBack to back wu tang\n\nGang hanging out the window\nYellin baby tony way\n\nPut my last bitch up\nShe couldnt hold me down\n\nWhen we play ball\nIt ain't fair\nKnock em out of bounds\n\nFeeling like rich Ron\nI'm finna do the most\n\nUp that bitch in sports\nMode flying\nCoast to coast\n\nHit a nigga with these 223s\nBurn him like some toast\n\nChill out Cam\nI just hit a stain faneto\n\nAnd when it's said n done\nGet the fellows time to make a toast","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.23] All shit came out the blue\n[00:11.80] Who is that nigga\n[00:12.72] Bitch I'm Killa Cam\n[00:13.83] And that's all you need to know my 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Killa\nWe did it again, y'all fuck wit us\nSuck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?\nSantana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?\nAiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house\nHarlem, you know what it is, what's good?\n\nYou know how we get down, East side, El Barrio\nEl barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay\nThis bitch blowing up my motherfuckin' phone right now\nMan, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man\nYo son\nWhat's good?\nI gotta tell you like my dog told me\nWhen you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her\n\nSlap her?\nYeah, when you first meet her, just slap her\nOff the bat?\nOff the bat, just backhand\nWhy's that, though?\n'Cause later on down the line\nYou ain't never gotsta to worry about\nThat chick telling you\n\"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to\"\n\nThat's what I'm sayin' nigga\nBut see the thing is with me\nI don't understand how a bitch could go out\nRain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever\nAnd then go give another nigga her fucking money\nKnaw I mean?\nNah cam, you gotta understand\nThat's cause ya game is tight\n\nOh no, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga\nI know my game is tight, nigga, know I mean?\nWe getting ready set this shit the fuck off\nJones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem\n\nYo, yo, I advise you to step son\nFor I fuck ya moms, make you my step son\nY'all be calling me daddy, 'cause\nThe \"Rag Muffin\" y'all soon say\nY'all fuck around with brother Numsay\nY'all gonna see doomsday\nI'm a savage but colder\nNow I rock karrots that I'm older\n\nSee this parrot on my shoulder?\nHe do the talking, I ain't concerned with words\nAct up and be returned to the birds\nI return with them birds, any 28 grams\nA bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds\nI be in Miami, Bow Ca Baton, pokin' ya moms\nHauntin' ya aunt all over the dawn\nUsing a dope then I'm gone back\n\nCobacabana, no joke I'm bananas\nCops come for dope, it's a damper\nI'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana\nRush the crib, go in the hampter\nDon't follow me, Stana\nIf you do, I'm blowin' the hammer\nThat'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart\nI ain't finished, that's just the start\n\nYou'll be calling for back up, praying for help\nFuck my life, I'm taking myself\nAll the achin' I felt\nIn my crib at night, praying for wealth\nBitches dissin', \"What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin'\"\nNow every ten minutes, hos prank callin'\nYo cam, fuck all this rap shit, man\nLet's get down to business, harlem\nOkay, it's good, let's poppin' nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Cam'Ron\n  album: Heat in Here, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 219220\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  How y'all doin' out there?\n  I wanna welcome y'all back\n  Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa\n  We did it again, y'all fuck wit us\n  Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?\n  Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?\n  Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house\n  Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?\n\n  You know how we get down, East side, El Barrio\n  El barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay\n  This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin' phone right now\n  Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man\n  Yo son\n  What's good?\n  I gotta tell you like my dog told me\n  When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her\n\n  Slap her?\n  Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her\n  Off the bat?\n  Off the bat, just backhand\n  Why's that, though?\n  'Cause later on down the line\n  You ain't never gotsta to worry about\n  That chick telling you\n  \"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to\"\n\n  That's what I'm sayin' nigga\n  But see the thing is with me\n  I don't understand how a bitch could go out\n  Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever\n  And then go give another nigga her fucking money\n  Knaw I mean?\n  Nah cam, you gotta understand\n  That's cause ya game is tight\n\n  Oh no, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga\n  I know my game is tight, nigga, know I mean?\n  We getting ready set this shit the fuck off\n  Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem\n\n  Yo, yo, I advise you to step son\n  For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son\n  Y'all be calling me daddy, 'cause\n  The \"Rag Muffin\" y'all soon say\n  Y'all fuck around with brother Numsay\n  Y'all gonna see doomsday\n  I'm a savage but colder\n  Now I rock karrots that I'm older\n\n  See this parrot on my shoulder?\n  He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words\n  Act up and be returned to the birds\n  I return with them birds, any 28 grams\n  A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds\n  I be in Miami, Bow Ca Baton, pokin' ya moms\n  Hauntin' ya aunt all over the dawn\n  Using a dope then I'm gone back\n\n  Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas\n  Cops come for dope, it's a damper\n  I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana\n  Rush the crib, go in the hampter\n  Don't follow me, Stana\n  If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer\n  That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart\n  I ain't finished, that's just the start\n\n  You'll be calling for back up, praying for help\n  Fuck my life, I'm taking myself\n  All the achin' I felt\n  In my crib at night, praying for wealth\n  Bitches dissin', \"What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin'\"\n  Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin'\n  Yo cam, fuck all this rap shit, man\n  Let's get down to business, harlem\n  Okay, it's good, let's poppin' nigga\n"},{"id":17520603,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Cam’ron","albumName":"Heat in Here, Volume 1","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"How y'all doin' out there?\nI wanna welcome y'all back\nWelcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa\nWe did it again, y'all fuck wit us\nSuck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?\nSantana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?\nAiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house\nHarlem, you know what it is, what's good?\n\nYou know how we get down, East side, El Barrio\nEl barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay\nThis bitch blowing up my motherfuckin' phone right now\nMan, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man\nYo son\nWhat's good?\nI gotta tell you like my dog told me\nWhen you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her\n\nSlap her?\nYeah, when you first meet her, just slap her\nOff the bat?\nOff the bat, just backhand\nWhy's that, though?\n'Cause later on down the line\nYou ain't never gotsta to worry about\nThat chick telling you\n\"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to\"\n\nThat's what I'm sayin' nigga\nBut see the thing is with me\nI don't understand how a bitch could go out\nRain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever\nAnd then go give another nigga her fucking money\nKnaw I mean?\nNah cam, you gotta understand\nThat's cause ya game is tight\n\nOh no, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga\nI know my game is tight, nigga, know I mean?\nWe getting ready set this shit the fuck off\nJones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem\n\nYo, yo, I advise you to step son\nFor I fuck ya moms, make you my step son\nY'all be calling me daddy, 'cause\nThe \"Rag Muffin\" y'all soon say\nY'all fuck around with brother Numsay\nY'all gonna see doomsday\nI'm a savage but colder\nNow I rock karrots that I'm older\n\nSee this parrot on my shoulder?\nHe do the talking, I ain't concerned with words\nAct up and be returned to the birds\nI return with them birds, any 28 grams\nA bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds\nI be in Miami, Bow Ca Baton, pokin' ya moms\nHauntin' ya aunt all over the dawn\nUsing a dope then I'm gone back\n\nCobacabana, no joke I'm bananas\nCops come for dope, it's a damper\nI'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana\nRush the crib, go in the hampter\nDon't follow me, Stana\nIf you do, I'm blowin' the hammer\nThat'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart\nI ain't finished, that's just the start\n\nYou'll be calling for back up, praying for help\nFuck my life, I'm taking myself\nAll the achin' I felt\nIn my crib at night, praying for wealth\nBitches dissin', \"What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin'\"\nNow every ten minutes, hos prank callin'\nYo cam, fuck all this rap shit, man\nLet's get down to business, harlem\nOkay, it's good, let's poppin' nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Cam’ron\n  album: Heat in Here, Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  How y'all doin' out there?\n  I wanna welcome y'all back\n  Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa\n  We did it again, y'all fuck wit us\n  Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?\n  Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?\n  Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house\n  Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?\n\n  You know how we get down, East side, El Barrio\n  El barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay\n  This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin' phone right now\n  Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man\n  Yo son\n  What's good?\n  I gotta tell you like my dog told me\n  When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her\n\n  Slap her?\n  Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her\n  Off the bat?\n  Off the bat, just backhand\n  Why's that, though?\n  'Cause later on down the line\n  You ain't never gotsta to worry about\n  That chick telling you\n  \"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to\"\n\n  That's what I'm sayin' nigga\n  But see the thing is with me\n  I don't understand how a bitch could go out\n  Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever\n  And then go give another nigga her fucking money\n  Knaw I mean?\n  Nah cam, you gotta understand\n  That's cause ya game is tight\n\n  Oh no, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga\n  I know my game is tight, nigga, know I mean?\n  We getting ready set this shit the fuck off\n  Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem\n\n  Yo, yo, I advise you to step son\n  For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son\n  Y'all be calling me daddy, 'cause\n  The \"Rag Muffin\" y'all soon say\n  Y'all fuck around with brother Numsay\n  Y'all gonna see doomsday\n  I'm a savage but colder\n  Now I rock karrots that I'm older\n\n  See this parrot on my shoulder?\n  He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words\n  Act up and be returned to the birds\n  I return with them birds, any 28 grams\n  A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds\n  I be in Miami, Bow Ca Baton, pokin' ya moms\n  Hauntin' ya aunt all over the dawn\n  Using a dope then I'm gone back\n\n  Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas\n  Cops come for dope, it's a damper\n  I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana\n  Rush the crib, go in the hampter\n  Don't follow me, Stana\n  If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer\n  That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart\n  I ain't finished, that's just the start\n\n  You'll be calling for back up, praying for help\n  Fuck my life, I'm taking myself\n  All the achin' I felt\n  In my crib at night, praying for wealth\n  Bitches dissin', \"What's the problem ma? 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broke\n  start_ms: 48340\n  end_ms: 49820\n- text: You niggas is done\n  start_ms: 49820\n  end_ms: 50910\n- text: Gee he on the eway\n  start_ms: 50910\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: Doing 150 he can't see straight\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 53360\n- text: But I put 100 he don't miss\n  start_ms: 53360\n  end_ms: 54850\n- text: He green like 2k\n  start_ms: 54850\n  end_ms: 55910\n- text: Hit the road in elades\n  start_ms: 55910\n  end_ms: 57270\n- text: Back to back wu tang\n  start_ms: 57270\n  end_ms: 58420\n- text: Gang hanging out the window\n  start_ms: 58420\n  end_ms: 59890\n- text: Yellin baby tony way\n  start_ms: 59890\n  end_ms: 60830\n- text: Put my last bitch up\n  start_ms: 60830\n  end_ms: 62520\n- text: She couldnt hold me down\n  start_ms: 62520\n  end_ms: 63570\n- text: When we play ball\n  start_ms: 63570\n  end_ms: 65090\n- text: It ain't fair\n  start_ms: 65090\n  end_ms: 65200\n- text: Knock em out of bounds\n  start_ms: 65200\n  end_ms: 66010\n- text: Feeling like rich Ron\n  start_ms: 66010\n  end_ms: 67220\n- text: I'm finna do the most\n  start_ms: 67220\n  end_ms: 68620\n- text: Up that bitch in sports\n  start_ms: 68620\n  end_ms: 70000\n- text: Mode flying\n  start_ms: 70000\n  end_ms: 70690\n- text: Coast to coast\n  start_ms: 70690\n  end_ms: 71160\n- text: Hit a nigga with these 223s\n  start_ms: 71160\n  end_ms: 72760\n- text: Burn him like some toast\n  start_ms: 72760\n  end_ms: 73940\n- text: Chill out Cam\n  start_ms: 73940\n  end_ms: 74920\n- text: I just hit a stain faneto\n  start_ms: 74920\n  end_ms: 76270\n- text: And when it's said n done\n  start_ms: 76270\n  end_ms: 77610\n- text: Get the fellows time to make a toast\n  start_ms: 77610\n  end_ms: 79020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 79020\nplain: |-\n  All shit came out the blue\n  Who is that nigga\n\n  Bitch I'm Killa Cam\n  And that's all you need to know my nigga\n\n  Hoes been on my dick\n  I done fucked around n popped out\n\n  Stupid lil dumby head hoes\n  Be so capped out\n\n  Hardbody crew stomp the yard\n  Bitch we heavy steppin\n\n  Niggalations 2:23\n  We shall never lack\n\n  Gang slidee on em in style\n  Srt Jeeps\n\n  Shawn that's my brudda\n  On the guys you bet fuck with heem\n\n  Fish came with 2 straps\n  He on his cowboy shit\n\n  Catch him at the red light\n  Give him green light merry Christmas bitch\n\n  My bitch can't handle my lifestyle\n  She always call me crazy\n  3180 Put in work\n  We is not lazy\n\n  Running up them muthafuxkin pros\n  Thanks to them vizas\n\n  Get out yo body demons quick to\n  Send yo ass to Jesus\n\n  Fuck around and have my son\n  Steppin on they son\n\n  Heard you nigga crippled and broke\n  You niggas is done\n\n  Gee he on the eway\n  Doing 150 he can't see straight\n\n  But I put 100 he don't miss\n  He green like 2k\n\n  Hit the road in elades\n  Back to back wu tang\n\n  Gang hanging out the window\n  Yellin baby tony way\n\n  Put my last bitch up\n  She couldnt hold me down\n\n  When we play ball\n  It ain't fair\n  Knock em out of bounds\n\n  Feeling like rich Ron\n  I'm finna do the most\n\n  Up that bitch in sports\n  Mode flying\n  Coast to coast\n\n  Hit a nigga with these 223s\n  Burn him like some toast\n\n  Chill out Cam\n  I just hit a stain faneto\n\n  And when it's said n done\n  Get the fellows time to make a toast\n"}]