[{"id":31040861,"name":"Cam'ron - Leave Me Alone Pt. 2","trackName":"Cam'ron - Leave Me Alone Pt. 2","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bitch, uh killa, uh dipset bitch\nThe Union, uh huh, Harlem, killa\n\nI be like move, get out the way\n'Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay\nAnd it's two clips, I get out the play\nFor a few chips, I get out an' spray\n\nIt's more than shrimps, it's whores and pimps\nThe difference in our crimes, your's attempts\nAttempt burglary, attempt theft, you just begun\nI'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, larceny, conspiracy murder one\n\nElectric chair, I don't deserve the fun\nBut I get the dough, shit, I might splurger one\nNow I know a lotta styles, some see\nBut listen, stop it child, it's a done D\n\nI come to ya block, stop and style, one V\nGators straight from Crocodile Dundee\nNo rubber sold, hardwood bastard\nFitted, legitted, hardwood classic\n\nKilla, uh, uh, that shit you talk don't move me nadda\nThe dudes with the Q's be proper\nUzi pop your news and choppers\nIt's truly lava, who knew we prosper\n\nThe game's a bitch, who we gotta\nThe shoes, Louie products, groupie blah blah\nSantana, Zeek the koofie popper\nWe the movie Shottas\n\nBut it's really rude boys and rosters\nWith a trailer load of girls, excuse me Shabba\nI wish my homie could watch me\nLive happy days like Tony and Chachi\n\nI stay lonely and cocky\nDice rollin' and rollin' 'em\nCars, the repo are towin' 'em\nActs black, we totally total 'em\n\nEven blood, he totally totaled it\nPlus his life, he totally totaled it\nBut any girl I get, I totally open 'em\nBrain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em\n\nKilla, talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nHe talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nYo, uh, leave me alone\nLet me just live my life, killa\n\nI spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies\nBut I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski\nI style on New York, pile up my fork\nDips, consulted by the son of Malachi York\n\nDoggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes\nGod damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate\nI wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter\nI'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors\n\nBut I don't say, \"Feed Me Seymour\"\nI say, \"Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor\"\nEpic, they used to feed me detours\nRoc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4\n\nThe way I blow up, the VS just soars\nYou GS3? I'm GS4\nYou in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\nUp in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n\nYou want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war\nLay ya ass down on God's green floor\nWe playin' golf in the Gulf of New Mexico\nTha cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho\n\nMy gas game you gotta respect it thoough\nI swear to god you think I'm workin' for 'Texaco'\nAnd ya section know when any day Techs could blow\nHit 'em from head to toe, when I come deck ya hoe\n\nKilla, uh, dipset bitch\nTalkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, whoa\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nHe talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, whoa\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.98] Bitch, uh killa, uh dipset bitch\n[00:06.36] The Union, uh huh, Harlem, killa\n[00:16.28] I be like move, get out the way\n[00:19.04] 'Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay\n[00:21.78] And it's two clips, I get out the play\n[00:24.42] For a few chips, I get out an' spray\n[00:27.15] It's more than shrimps, it's whores and pimps\n[00:29.86] The difference in our crimes, your's attempts\n[00:32.61] Attempt burglary, attempt theft, you just begun\n[00:34.45] I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, larceny, conspiracy murder one\n[00:38.95] Electric chair, I don't deserve the fun\n[00:41.63] But I get the dough, shit, I might splurger one\n[00:44.38] Now I know a lotta styles, some see\n[00:47.04] But listen, stop it child, it's a done D\n[00:49.89] I come to ya block, stop and style, one V\n[00:52.52] Gators straight from Crocodile Dundee\n[00:55.24] No rubber sold, hardwood bastard\n[00:57.98] Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic\n[01:01.55] Killa, uh, uh, that shit you talk don't move me nadda\n[01:07.93] The dudes with the Q's be proper\n[01:09.63] Uzi pop your news and choppers\n[01:11.58] It's truly lava, who knew we prosper\n[01:14.26] The game's a bitch, who we gotta\n[01:16.05] The shoes, Louie products, groupie blah blah\n[01:19.67] Santana, Zeek the koofie popper\n[01:21.42] We the movie Shottas\n[01:23.21] But it's really rude boys and rosters\n[01:25.91] With a trailer load of girls, excuse me Shabba\n[01:28.64] I wish my homie could watch me\n[01:30.46] Live happy days like Tony and Chachi\n[01:33.12] I stay lonely and cocky\n[01:34.02] Dice rollin' and rollin' 'em\n[01:35.83] Cars, the repo are towin' 'em\n[01:37.61] Acts black, we totally total 'em\n[01:39.57] Even blood, he totally totaled it\n[01:42.22] Plus his life, he totally totaled it\n[01:45.83] But any girl I get, I totally open 'em\n[01:48.53] Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em\n[01:51.28] Killa, talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, woah\n[01:54.85] Fuck with us? No, no, no\n[01:56.69] Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n[01:59.34] Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n[02:03.09] He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, woah\n[02:04.87] Fuck with us? No, no, no\n[02:08.48] Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n[02:11.18] Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n[02:13.80] Yo, uh, leave me alone\n[02:18.33] Let me just live my life, killa\n[02:19.27] I spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies\n[02:21.16] But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski\n[02:24.76] I style on New York, pile up my fork\n[02:26.51] Dips, consulted by the son of Malachi York\n[02:30.15] Doggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes\n[02:32.82] God damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate\n[02:35.57] I wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter\n[02:38.21] I'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors\n[02:41.95] But I don't say, \"Feed Me Seymour\"\n[02:43.78] I say, \"Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor\"\n[02:46.43] Epic, they used to feed me detours\n[02:49.19] Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4\n[02:52.75] The way I blow up, the VS just soars\n[02:55.46] You GS3? I'm GS4\n[02:57.21] You in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\n[03:00.98] Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n[03:03.67] You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war\n[03:06.39] Lay ya ass down on God's green floor\n[03:09.01] We playin' golf in the Gulf of New Mexico\n[03:11.70] Tha cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho\n[03:14.42] My gas game you gotta respect it thoough\n[03:17.19] I swear to god you think I'm workin' for 'Texaco'\n[03:20.76] And ya section know when any day Techs could blow\n[03:22.52] Hit 'em from head to toe, when I come deck ya hoe\n[03:26.23] Killa, uh, dipset bitch\n[03:31.65] Talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, whoa\n[03:34.30] Fuck with us? No, no, no\n[03:37.01] Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n[03:39.74] Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n[03:43.30] He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, whoa\n[03:45.14] Fuck with us? No, no, no\n[03:47.82] Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n[03:50.67] Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n[03:55.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cam'ron - Leave Me Alone Pt. 2\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bitch, uh killa, uh dipset bitch\n  start_ms: 980\n  end_ms: 6360\n- text: The Union, uh huh, Harlem, killa\n  start_ms: 6360\n  end_ms: 16280\n- text: I be like move, get out the way\n  start_ms: 16280\n  end_ms: 19040\n- text: '''Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay'\n  start_ms: 19040\n  end_ms: 21780\n- text: And it's two clips, I get out the play\n  start_ms: 21780\n  end_ms: 24420\n- text: For a few chips, I get out an' spray\n  start_ms: 24420\n  end_ms: 27150\n- text: It's more than shrimps, it's whores and pimps\n  start_ms: 27150\n  end_ms: 29860\n- text: The difference in our crimes, your's attempts\n  start_ms: 29860\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: Attempt burglary, attempt theft, you just begun\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 34450\n- text: I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, larceny, conspiracy murder one\n  start_ms: 34450\n  end_ms: 38950\n- text: Electric chair, I don't deserve the fun\n  start_ms: 38950\n  end_ms: 41630\n- text: But I get the dough, shit, I might splurger one\n  start_ms: 41630\n  end_ms: 44380\n- text: Now I know a lotta styles, some see\n  start_ms: 44380\n  end_ms: 47040\n- text: But listen, stop it child, it's a done D\n  start_ms: 47040\n  end_ms: 49890\n- text: I come to ya block, stop and style, one V\n  start_ms: 49890\n  end_ms: 52520\n- text: Gators straight from Crocodile Dundee\n  start_ms: 52520\n  end_ms: 55240\n- text: No rubber sold, hardwood bastard\n  start_ms: 55240\n  end_ms: 57980\n- text: Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic\n  start_ms: 57980\n  end_ms: 61550\n- text: Killa, uh, uh, that shit you talk don't move me nadda\n  start_ms: 61550\n  end_ms: 67930\n- text: The dudes with the Q's be proper\n  start_ms: 67930\n  end_ms: 69630\n- text: Uzi pop your news and choppers\n  start_ms: 69630\n  end_ms: 71580\n- text: It's truly lava, who knew we prosper\n  start_ms: 71580\n  end_ms: 74260\n- text: The game's a bitch, who we gotta\n  start_ms: 74260\n  end_ms: 76050\n- text: The shoes, Louie products, groupie blah blah\n  start_ms: 76050\n  end_ms: 79670\n- text: Santana, Zeek the koofie popper\n  start_ms: 79670\n  end_ms: 81420\n- text: We the movie Shottas\n  start_ms: 81420\n  end_ms: 83210\n- text: But it's really rude boys and rosters\n  start_ms: 83210\n  end_ms: 85910\n- text: With a trailer load of girls, excuse me Shabba\n  start_ms: 85910\n  end_ms: 88640\n- text: I wish my homie could watch me\n  start_ms: 88640\n  end_ms: 90460\n- text: Live happy days like Tony and Chachi\n  start_ms: 90460\n  end_ms: 93120\n- text: I stay lonely and cocky\n  start_ms: 93120\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: Dice rollin' and rollin' 'em\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 95830\n- text: Cars, the repo are towin' 'em\n  start_ms: 95830\n  end_ms: 97610\n- text: Acts black, we totally total 'em\n  start_ms: 97610\n  end_ms: 99570\n- text: Even blood, he totally totaled it\n  start_ms: 99570\n  end_ms: 102220\n- text: Plus his life, he totally totaled it\n  start_ms: 102220\n  end_ms: 105830\n- text: But any girl I get, I totally open 'em\n  start_ms: 105830\n  end_ms: 108530\n- text: Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em\n  start_ms: 108530\n  end_ms: 111280\n- text: Killa, talkin' tough? 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Yo, smokin' dust, woah\n  Fuck with us? No, no, no\n  Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n  Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\n  He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, woah\n  Fuck with us? No, no, no\n  Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n  Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\n  Yo, uh, leave me alone\n  Let me just live my life, killa\n\n  I spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies\n  But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski\n  I style on New York, pile up my fork\n  Dips, consulted by the son of Malachi York\n\n  Doggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes\n  God damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate\n  I wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter\n  I'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors\n\n  But I don't say, \"Feed Me Seymour\"\n  I say, \"Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor\"\n  Epic, they used to feed me detours\n  Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4\n\n  The way I blow up, the VS just soars\n  You GS3? I'm GS4\n  You in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\n  Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n\n  You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war\n  Lay ya ass down on God's green floor\n  We playin' golf in the Gulf of New Mexico\n  Tha cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho\n\n  My gas game you gotta respect it thoough\n  I swear to god you think I'm workin' for 'Texaco'\n  And ya section know when any day Techs could blow\n  Hit 'em from head to toe, when I come deck ya hoe\n\n  Killa, uh, dipset bitch\n  Talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, whoa\n  Fuck with us? No, no, no\n  Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n  Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\n  He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, whoa\n  Fuck with us? 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Yo, smokin' dust, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nHe talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nYo, uh, leave me alone\nLet me just live my life, killa\n\nI spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies\nBut I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski\nI style on New York, pile up my fork\nDips, consulted by the son of Malachi York\n\nDoggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes\nGod damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate\nI wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter\nI'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors\n\nBut I don't say, \"Feed Me Seymour\"\nI say, \"Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor\"\nEpic, they used to feed me detours\nRoc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4\n\nThe way I blow up, the VS just soars\nYou GS3? I'm GS4\nYou in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\nUp in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n\nYou want beef? 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Yo, smokin' dust, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nHe talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nYo, uh, leave me alone\nLet me just live my life, killa\n\nI spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies\nBut I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski\nI style on New York, pile up my fork\nDips, consulted by the son of Malachi York\n\nDoggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes\nGod damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate\nI wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter\nI'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors\n\nBut I don't say, \"Feed Me Seymour\"\nI say, \"Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor\"\nEpic, they used to feed me detours\nRoc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4\n\nThe way I blow up, the VS just soars\nYou GS3? I'm GS4\nYou in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\nUp in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n\nYou want beef? 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I'm GS4\n[02:57.21] You in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\n[03:00.98] Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n[03:03.67] You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war\n[03:06.39] Lay ya ass down on God's green floor\n[03:09.01] We playin' golf in the Gulf of New Mexico\n[03:11.70] Tha cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho\n[03:14.42] My gas game you gotta respect it thoough\n[03:17.19] I swear to god you think I'm workin' for 'Texaco'\n[03:20.76] And ya section know when any day Techs could blow\n[03:22.52] Hit 'em from head to toe, when I come deck ya hoe\n[03:26.23] Killa, uh, dipset bitch\n[03:31.65] Talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, whoa\n[03:34.30] Fuck with us? No, no, no\n[03:37.01] Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n[03:39.74] Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n[03:43.30] He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, whoa\n[03:45.14] Fuck with us? 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No, no, no\n  Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n  Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n"},{"id":295888,"name":"Leave Me Alone Pt. 2","trackName":"Leave Me Alone Pt. 2","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bitch, uh Killa, uh Dipset bitch\nThe union (uh huh) Harlem, killa\n(Leave me alone, I just like to live my life)\nPart two\nI be like move, get out the way\n'Cause I move bricks, get out the yah\nAnd it's two clips, I get out the play (man)\nFor a few chips, I get out n' spray (bla-kow)\nIt's more then shrimps, it's whores and pimps (pimps)\nThe difference in our crimes, yours attempts\nAttempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun\nI'm grand theft auto, rackets here, larceny, conspiracy\nMurder one, electric chair I don't deserve the fun\nBut I get the dough, shit I might splurger one\nNow I know a lotta styles, some see\nBut listen, stop it child it's a done D\nI come to ya block, stop and style it's that one V\nGators straight from Crocodile Dundee\nNo rubber sold, hardwood bastard\nFitted, legitted, +hardwood classic+\nKilla, uh (leave me alone I just like to live my life)\nUh, that shit you talk don't move me nada\nThe dudes with the Qs be proper\nUzi pop, you news and choppers\nIt's truly lava, who knew we prosper\nThe game's a bitch, who we gotta\nThe shoes, Louie products, groupie blah blah\nSantana, Zeek the Koofie popper\nWe the movie shotta\nBut it's really rude boys and rosters\nWhen they trendin' all the girls, excuse me shoppa\nI wish my homie could watch me\nLive happy days like tony and chachi\nI stay lonely and cocky (dice)\nRollin' and rollin' 'em\nCars, the repo are towin' 'em\nActs black, we totally total 'em\nEven blood, he totally totaled it\nPlus his life, he totally totaled it\nBut any girl I get I totally open 'em\nBrain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em\nKilla, talkin' tough? (yo), smokin' dust (whoa)\nFuck with us? (no no no)\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\nHe talkin' fly (yo), I wonder why (whoa)\nFuck with us? 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Yo, smokin' dust, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nHe talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nYo, uh, leave me alone\nLet me just live my life, killa\n\nI spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies\nBut I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski\nI style on New York, pile up my fork\nDips, consulted by the son of Malachi York\n\nDoggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes\nGod damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate\nI wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter\nI'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors\n\nBut I don't say, \"Feed Me Seymour\"\nI say, \"Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor\"\nEpic, they used to feed me detours\nRoc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4\n\nThe way I blow up, the VS just soars\nYou GS3? I'm GS4\nYou in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\nUp in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n\nYou want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war\nLay ya ass down on God's green floor\nWe playin' golf in the Gulf of New Mexico\nTha cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho\n\nMy gas game you gotta respect it thoough\nI swear to god you think I'm workin' for 'Texaco'\nAnd ya section know when any day Techs could blow\nHit 'em from head to toe, when I come deck ya hoe\n\nKilla, uh, dipset bitch\nTalkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, whoa\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nHe talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, whoa\nFuck with us? 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I'm GS4\n[02:57.21] You in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\n[03:00.98] Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n[03:03.67] You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war\n[03:06.39] Lay ya ass down on God's green floor\n[03:09.01] We playin' golf in the Gulf of New Mexico\n[03:11.70] Tha cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho\n[03:14.42] My gas game you gotta respect it thoough\n[03:17.19] I swear to god you think I'm workin' for 'Texaco'\n[03:20.76] And ya section know when any day Techs could blow\n[03:22.52] Hit 'em from head to toe, when I come deck ya hoe\n[03:26.23] Killa, uh, dipset bitch\n[03:31.65] Talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, whoa\n[03:34.30] Fuck with us? No, no, no\n[03:37.01] Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n[03:39.74] Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n[03:43.30] He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, whoa\n[03:45.14] Fuck with us? 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Yo, smokin' dust, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nHe talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nYo, uh, leave me alone\nLet me just live my life, killa\n\nI spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies\nBut I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski\nI style on New York, pile up my fork\nDips, consulted by the son of Malachi York\n\nDoggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes\nGod damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate\nI wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter\nI'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors\n\nBut I don't say, \"Feed Me Seymour\"\nI say, \"Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor\"\nEpic, they used to feed me detours\nRoc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4\n\nThe way I blow up, the VS just soars\nYou GS3? I'm GS4\nYou in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\nUp in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n\nYou want beef? 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I'm GS4\n[02:57.21] You in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\n[03:00.98] Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n[03:03.67] You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war\n[03:06.39] Lay ya ass down on God's green floor\n[03:09.01] We playin' golf in the Gulf of New Mexico\n[03:11.70] Tha cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho\n[03:14.42] My gas game you gotta respect it thoough\n[03:17.19] I swear to god you think I'm workin' for 'Texaco'\n[03:20.76] And ya section know when any day Techs could blow\n[03:22.52] Hit 'em from head to toe, when I come deck ya hoe\n[03:26.23] Killa, uh, dipset bitch\n[03:31.65] Talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, whoa\n[03:34.30] Fuck with us? No, no, no\n[03:37.01] Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n[03:39.74] Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n[03:43.30] He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, whoa\n[03:45.14] Fuck with us? 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Yo, smokin' dust, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nHe talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nYo, uh, leave me alone\nLet me just live my life, killa\n\nI spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies\nBut I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski\nI style on New York, pile up my fork\nDips, consulted by the son of Malachi York\n\nDoggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes\nGod damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate\nI wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter\nI'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors\n\nBut I don't say, \"Feed Me Seymour\"\nI say, \"Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor\"\nEpic, they used to feed me detours\nRoc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4\n\nThe way I blow up, the VS just soars\nYou GS3? I'm GS4\nYou in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\nUp in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n\nYou want beef? 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Yo, smokin' dust, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nHe talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nYo, uh, leave me alone\nLet me just live my life, killa\n\nI spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies\nBut I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski\nI style on New York, pile up my fork\nDips, consulted by the son of Malachi York\n\nDoggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes\nGod damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate\nI wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter\nI'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors\n\nBut I don't say, \"Feed Me Seymour\"\nI say, \"Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor\"\nEpic, they used to feed me detours\nRoc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4\n\nThe way I blow up, the VS just soars\nYou GS3? I'm GS4\nYou in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\nUp in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n\nYou want beef? 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Yo, smokin' dust, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nHe talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, woah\nFuck with us? No, no, no\nGet ya head bust, get ya head bust\nFuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n\nYo, uh, leave me alone\nLet me just live my life, killa\n\nI spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies\nBut I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski\nI style on New York, pile up my fork\nDips, consulted by the son of Malachi York\n\nDoggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes\nGod damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate\nI wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter\nI'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors\n\nBut I don't say, \"Feed Me Seymour\"\nI say, \"Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor\"\nEpic, they used to feed me detours\nRoc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4\n\nThe way I blow up, the VS just soars\nYou GS3? I'm GS4\nYou in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\nUp in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n\nYou want beef? 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No, no, no\n[02:08.48] Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n[02:11.18] Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n[02:13.80] Yo, uh, leave me alone\n[02:18.33] Let me just live my life, killa\n[02:19.27] I spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies\n[02:21.16] But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski\n[02:24.76] I style on New York, pile up my fork\n[02:26.51] Dips, consulted by the son of Malachi York\n[02:30.15] Doggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes\n[02:32.82] God damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate\n[02:35.57] I wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter\n[02:38.21] I'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors\n[02:41.95] But I don't say, \"Feed Me Seymour\"\n[02:43.78] I say, \"Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor\"\n[02:46.43] Epic, they used to feed me detours\n[02:49.19] Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4\n[02:52.75] The way I blow up, the VS just soars\n[02:55.46] You GS3? I'm GS4\n[02:57.21] You in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four\n[03:00.98] Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour\n[03:03.67] You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war\n[03:06.39] Lay ya ass down on God's green floor\n[03:09.01] We playin' golf in the Gulf of New Mexico\n[03:11.70] Tha cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho\n[03:14.42] My gas game you gotta respect it thoough\n[03:17.19] I swear to god you think I'm workin' for 'Texaco'\n[03:20.76] And ya section know when any day Techs could blow\n[03:22.52] Hit 'em from head to toe, when I come deck ya hoe\n[03:26.23] Killa, uh, dipset bitch\n[03:31.65] Talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, whoa\n[03:34.30] Fuck with us? No, no, no\n[03:37.01] Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n[03:39.74] Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n[03:43.30] He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, whoa\n[03:45.14] Fuck with us? No, no, no\n[03:47.82] Get ya head bust, get ya head bust\n[03:50.67] Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust\n[03:55.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 06 Leave Me Alone, Pt. 2\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bitch, uh killa, uh dipset bitch\n  start_ms: 980\n  end_ms: 6360\n- text: The Union, uh huh, Harlem, killa\n  start_ms: 6360\n  end_ms: 16280\n- text: I be like move, get out the way\n  start_ms: 16280\n  end_ms: 19040\n- text: '''Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay'\n  start_ms: 19040\n  end_ms: 21780\n- text: And it's two clips, I get out the play\n  start_ms: 21780\n  end_ms: 24420\n- text: For a few chips, I get out an' spray\n  start_ms: 24420\n  end_ms: 27150\n- text: It's more than shrimps, it's whores and pimps\n  start_ms: 27150\n  end_ms: 29860\n- text: The difference in our crimes, your's attempts\n  start_ms: 29860\n  end_ms: 32610\n- text: Attempt burglary, attempt theft, you just begun\n  start_ms: 32610\n  end_ms: 34450\n- text: I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, larceny, conspiracy murder one\n  start_ms: 34450\n  end_ms: 38950\n- text: Electric chair, I don't deserve the fun\n  start_ms: 38950\n  end_ms: 41630\n- text: But I get the dough, shit, I might splurger one\n  start_ms: 41630\n  end_ms: 44380\n- text: Now I know a lotta styles, some see\n  start_ms: 44380\n  end_ms: 47040\n- text: But listen, stop it child, it's a done D\n  start_ms: 47040\n  end_ms: 49890\n- text: I come to ya block, stop and style, one V\n  start_ms: 49890\n  end_ms: 52520\n- text: Gators straight from Crocodile Dundee\n  start_ms: 52520\n  end_ms: 55240\n- text: No rubber sold, hardwood bastard\n  start_ms: 55240\n  end_ms: 57980\n- text: Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic\n  start_ms: 57980\n  end_ms: 61550\n- text: Killa, uh, uh, that shit you talk don't move me nadda\n  start_ms: 61550\n  end_ms: 67930\n- text: The dudes with the Q's be proper\n  start_ms: 67930\n  end_ms: 69630\n- text: Uzi pop your news and choppers\n  start_ms: 69630\n  end_ms: 71580\n- text: It's truly lava, who knew we prosper\n  start_ms: 71580\n  end_ms: 74260\n- text: The game's a bitch, who we gotta\n  start_ms: 74260\n  end_ms: 76050\n- text: The shoes, Louie products, groupie blah blah\n  start_ms: 76050\n  end_ms: 79670\n- text: Santana, Zeek the koofie popper\n  start_ms: 79670\n  end_ms: 81420\n- text: We the movie Shottas\n  start_ms: 81420\n  end_ms: 83210\n- text: But it's really rude boys and rosters\n  start_ms: 83210\n  end_ms: 85910\n- text: With a trailer load of girls, excuse me Shabba\n  start_ms: 85910\n  end_ms: 88640\n- text: I wish my homie could watch me\n  start_ms: 88640\n  end_ms: 90460\n- text: Live happy days like Tony and Chachi\n  start_ms: 90460\n  end_ms: 93120\n- text: I stay lonely and cocky\n  start_ms: 93120\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: Dice rollin' and rollin' 'em\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 95830\n- text: Cars, the repo are towin' 'em\n  start_ms: 95830\n  end_ms: 97610\n- text: Acts black, we totally total 'em\n  start_ms: 97610\n  end_ms: 99570\n- text: Even blood, he totally totaled it\n  start_ms: 99570\n  end_ms: 102220\n- text: Plus his life, he totally totaled it\n  start_ms: 102220\n  end_ms: 105830\n- text: But any girl I get, I totally open 'em\n  start_ms: 105830\n  end_ms: 108530\n- text: Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em\n  start_ms: 108530\n  end_ms: 111280\n- text: Killa, talkin' tough? 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