[{"id":5372299,"name":"Love My Life","trackName":"Love My Life","artistName":"Cam'Ron","albumName":"Killa Season","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above\nJust a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave\nHarlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard?\nYa know through the trial of tribulations that life brings\nI lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever\nYa know you cant expect everything from everybody\nSo get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did\n\nBefore I had the hammer cocked\nA Santana rock\nLittle Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)\nUncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,\nCousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now\nMy Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita\nOr my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka\nNeighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika\nDown another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell\nHe gave birth to the best emcee you never heard\nLever after lever and was clever with whatever word\nDerek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C\nHe did damage, road managed my G.O.D\nAka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard\n16, the bitch dream had stupid cars\nCut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75\nStill drives some bullshit, I dont know why\nI loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air\nFirst one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career\nThats a fact they aint talking no rap shit\nI'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick\nMy dude study the sabbath\nNo beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish\nHe could have my house, he could keep my mauries\nHe could drive my cars, this a eastside story\n\n(Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.\nYou either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.\nIf you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,\nPlay lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)\n\nTo play the game, sure to win??\nI sacrificed, I rolled the dice\nI love the hood, I love my life\n\nSee a boss I prepared to be\nWhen I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me\nI got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see\nAfter that a 5, 000 volt chair for me\nSo I move carefully, niggas dont care for me\nWho care I dont, you share I wont\nCalm down (uhuh) breathe again\nI dont do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end\nTalk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say)\nThats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened)\nMoved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did)\nRocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up)\nI dont look in the sky, never mind stars\nYou also find stars, right behind bars\nSnazz, Black, Do' on house arrest\nZeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest\nThey wanted my ass right alongside zeke\nTurn myself in, nope play hide and go seek\nI'm gone, put the clip in the chrome\nYeah i'm just like a fly, see the shit that i'm on\nAnd, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours\nWhere they flash the power, no bath or shower\nIn that same spot, realize math is power\nSo I pointed the mansion, that is ours","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Love My Life\n  artist: Cam'Ron\n  album: Killa Season\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above\n  Just a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave\n  Harlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard?\n  Ya know through the trial of tribulations that life brings\n  I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever\n  Ya know you cant expect everything from everybody\n  So get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did\n\n  Before I had the hammer cocked\n  A Santana rock\n  Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)\n  Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,\n  Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now\n  My Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita\n  Or my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka\n  Neighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika\n  Down another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell\n  He gave birth to the best emcee you never heard\n  Lever after lever and was clever with whatever word\n  Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C\n  He did damage, road managed my G.O.D\n  Aka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard\n  16, the bitch dream had stupid cars\n  Cut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75\n  Still drives some bullshit, I dont know why\n  I loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air\n  First one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career\n  Thats a fact they aint talking no rap shit\n  I'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick\n  My dude study the sabbath\n  No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish\n  He could have my house, he could keep my mauries\n  He could drive my cars, this a eastside story\n\n  (Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.\n  You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.\n  If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,\n  Play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)\n\n  To play the game, sure to win??\n  I sacrificed, I rolled the dice\n  I love the hood, I love my life\n\n  See a boss I prepared to be\n  When I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me\n  I got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see\n  After that a 5, 000 volt chair for me\n  So I move carefully, niggas dont care for me\n  Who care I dont, you share I wont\n  Calm down (uhuh) breathe again\n  I dont do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end\n  Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say)\n  Thats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened)\n  Moved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did)\n  Rocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up)\n  I dont look in the sky, never mind stars\n  You also find stars, right behind bars\n  Snazz, Black, Do' on house arrest\n  Zeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest\n  They wanted my ass right alongside zeke\n  Turn myself in, nope play hide and go seek\n  I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome\n  Yeah i'm just like a fly, see the shit that i'm on\n  And, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours\n  Where they flash the power, no bath or shower\n  In that same spot, realize math is power\n  So I pointed the mansion, that is ours\n"},{"id":19725029,"name":"Love My Life","trackName":"Love My Life","artistName":"Cam’ron","albumName":"Killa Season","duration":266.19095,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above\nJust a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave\nHarlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard?\nYa know through the trial of tribulations that life brings\nI lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever\nYa know you cant expect everything from everybody\nSo get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did\n\nBefore I had the hammer cocked\nA Santana rock\nLittle Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)\nUncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,\nCousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now\nMy Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita\nOr my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka\nNeighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika\nDown another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell\nHe gave birth to the best emcee you never heard\nLever after lever and was clever with whatever word\nDerek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C\nHe did damage, road managed my G.O.D\nAka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard\n16, the bitch dream had stupid cars\nCut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75\nStill drives some bullshit, I dont know why\nI loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air\nFirst one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career\nThats a fact they aint talking no rap shit\nI'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick\nMy dude study the sabbath\nNo beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish\nHe could have my house, he could keep my mauries\nHe could drive my cars, this a eastside story\n\n(Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.\nYou either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.\nIf you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,\nPlay lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)\n\nTo play the game, sure to win??\nI sacrificed, I rolled the dice\nI love the hood, I love my life\n\nSee a boss I prepared to be\nWhen I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me\nI got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see\nAfter that a 5, 000 volt chair for me\nSo I move carefully, niggas dont care for me\nWho care I dont, you share I wont\nCalm down (uhuh) breathe again\nI dont do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end\nTalk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say)\nThats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened)\nMoved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did)\nRocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up)\nI dont look in the sky, never mind stars\nYou also find stars, right behind bars\nSnazz, Black, Do' on house arrest\nZeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest\nThey wanted my ass right alongside zeke\nTurn myself in, nope play hide and go seek\nI'm gone, put the clip in the chrome\nYeah i'm just like a fly, see the shit that i'm on\nAnd, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours\nWhere they flash the power, no bath or shower\nIn that same spot, realize math is power\nSo I pointed the mansion, that is ours","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Love My Life\n  artist: Cam’ron\n  album: Killa Season\n  duration_ms: 266191\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above\n  Just a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave\n  Harlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard?\n  Ya know through the trial of tribulations that life brings\n  I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever\n  Ya know you cant expect everything from everybody\n  So get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did\n\n  Before I had the hammer cocked\n  A Santana rock\n  Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)\n  Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,\n  Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now\n  My Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita\n  Or my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka\n  Neighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika\n  Down another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell\n  He gave birth to the best emcee you never heard\n  Lever after lever and was clever with whatever word\n  Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C\n  He did damage, road managed my G.O.D\n  Aka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard\n  16, the bitch dream had stupid cars\n  Cut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75\n  Still drives some bullshit, I dont know why\n  I loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air\n  First one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career\n  Thats a fact they aint talking no rap shit\n  I'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick\n  My dude study the sabbath\n  No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish\n  He could have my house, he could keep my mauries\n  He could drive my cars, this a eastside story\n\n  (Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.\n  You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.\n  If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,\n  Play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)\n\n  To play the game, sure to win??\n  I sacrificed, I rolled the dice\n  I love the hood, I love my life\n\n  See a boss I prepared to be\n  When I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me\n  I got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see\n  After that a 5, 000 volt chair for me\n  So I move carefully, niggas dont care for me\n  Who care I dont, you share I wont\n  Calm down (uhuh) breathe again\n  I dont do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end\n  Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say)\n  Thats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened)\n  Moved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did)\n  Rocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up)\n  I dont look in the sky, never mind stars\n  You also find stars, right behind bars\n  Snazz, Black, Do' on house arrest\n  Zeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest\n  They wanted my ass right alongside zeke\n  Turn myself in, nope play hide and go seek\n  I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome\n  Yeah i'm just like a fly, see the shit that i'm on\n  And, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours\n  Where they flash the power, no bath or shower\n  In that same spot, realize math is power\n  So I pointed the mansion, that is ours\n"},{"id":26722744,"name":"Love My Life","trackName":"Love My Life","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Scoobie Snacks","duration":106.535375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above\nJust a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave\nHarlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard?\nYa know through the trial of tribulations that life brings\nI lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever\nYa know you cant expect everything from everybody\nSo get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did\n\nBefore I had the hammer cocked\nA Santana rock\nLittle Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)\nUncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,\nCousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now\nMy Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita\nOr my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka\nNeighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika\nDown another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell\nHe gave birth to the best emcee you never heard\nLever after lever and was clever with whatever word\nDerek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C\nHe did damage, road managed my G.O.D\nAka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard\n16, the bitch dream had stupid cars\nCut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75\nStill drives some bullshit, I dont know why\nI loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air\nFirst one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career\nThats a fact they aint talking no rap shit\nI'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick\nMy dude study the sabbath\nNo beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish\nHe could have my house, he could keep my mauries\nHe could drive my cars, this a eastside story\n\n(Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.\nYou either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.\nIf you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,\nPlay lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)\n\nTo play the game, sure to win??\nI sacrificed, I rolled the dice\nI love the hood, I love my life\n\nSee a boss I prepared to be\nWhen I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me\nI got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see\nAfter that a 5, 000 volt chair for me\nSo I move carefully, niggas dont care for me\nWho care I dont, you share I wont\nCalm down (uhuh) breathe again\nI dont do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end\nTalk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say)\nThats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened)\nMoved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did)\nRocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up)\nI dont look in the sky, never mind stars\nYou also find stars, right behind bars\nSnazz, Black, Do' on house arrest\nZeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest\nThey wanted my ass right alongside zeke\nTurn myself in, nope play hide and go seek\nI'm gone, put the clip in the chrome\nYeah i'm just like a fly, see the shit that i'm on\nAnd, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours\nWhere they flash the power, no bath or shower\nIn that same spot, realize math is power\nSo I pointed the mansion, that is ours","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Love My Life\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Scoobie Snacks\n  duration_ms: 106535\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above\n  Just a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave\n  Harlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard?\n  Ya know through the trial of tribulations that life brings\n  I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever\n  Ya know you cant expect everything from everybody\n  So get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did\n\n  Before I had the hammer cocked\n  A Santana rock\n  Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)\n  Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,\n  Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now\n  My Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita\n  Or my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka\n  Neighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika\n  Down another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell\n  He gave birth to the best emcee you never heard\n  Lever after lever and was clever with whatever word\n  Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C\n  He did damage, road managed my G.O.D\n  Aka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard\n  16, the bitch dream had stupid cars\n  Cut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75\n  Still drives some bullshit, I dont know why\n  I loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air\n  First one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career\n  Thats a fact they aint talking no rap shit\n  I'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick\n  My dude study the sabbath\n  No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish\n  He could have my house, he could keep my mauries\n  He could drive my cars, this a eastside story\n\n  (Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.\n  You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.\n  If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,\n  Play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)\n\n  To play the game, sure to win??\n  I sacrificed, I rolled the dice\n  I love the hood, I love my life\n\n  See a boss I prepared to be\n  When I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me\n  I got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see\n  After that a 5, 000 volt chair for me\n  So I move carefully, niggas dont care for me\n  Who care I dont, you share I wont\n  Calm down (uhuh) breathe again\n  I dont do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end\n  Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say)\n  Thats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened)\n  Moved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did)\n  Rocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up)\n  I dont look in the sky, never mind stars\n  You also find stars, right behind bars\n  Snazz, Black, Do' on house arrest\n  Zeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest\n  They wanted my ass right alongside zeke\n  Turn myself in, nope play hide and go seek\n  I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome\n  Yeah i'm just like a fly, see the shit that i'm on\n  And, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours\n  Where they flash the power, no bath or shower\n  In that same spot, realize math is power\n  So I pointed the mansion, that is ours\n"},{"id":297214,"name":"Love My Life (feat. Nicole Wray)","trackName":"Love My Life (feat. Nicole Wray)","artistName":"Cam’ron","albumName":"Killa Season","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, I never claim to hard, tough, no homo, gangsta, none of the above\nJust a kid from 140th and Lenox Ave, Harlem USA\nTrying to make his way in the world, ya heard?\nYou know in the trials and tribulations that life brings\nI lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever\nYou know you can't expect everything from everybody\nSo get up, get out and get something\nThat's what I did\n\nBefore I had the hammer cocked or Santana rocked\nLittle Jerv, Grandpa Terry, Grandma Dot\nUncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill\nCousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill, now\nMy Aunt Normy, I don't speak to my Aunt Dida\nOr my Cousin Bathsheba; love my mother, Frederica\nNeighbor Freda, daughter Raven and Nicka\nDown another doorbell was that nigga Wardnell\nHe gave birth to the best MC you never heard\nLeather after leather and was clever with whatever words\nDerek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C\nHe did damage, road managed by G-O-D\nA.k.a. DukeDaGod, he was stupid hard\nSixteen, a bitch dream, had stupid cars\nCutlass 68', hooptie 75'\nStill drive some bullshit, I don't know why\nI love the nigga though, for him put Cris' in the air\nFirst one dis 'em in here, I swear I'll risk my career\nThat's a fact, dick; ain't talking no rap shit\nI'm talking that Mac clip, niggas will back-flip\nAct sick; my dude studied the Sabbath\nNo beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish\nHe could have my house, he could keep my Mauri's\nHe could drive my cars, this a Eastside Story\n\nThat's why my dudes love me, I let them do them\nYou either gon' be rich or famous fucking with me... probably both\nIf you happen to brush shoulders with me by accident, play Lotto\n9 out of 10 times you gonna win, nigga\n\nPlay the game, sure to win\nThey all up on me, know they wants my ends\nI sacrifice, I roll the dice\n\nSee, a boss I'm prepared to be\nWhen I walk away from a confrontation\nI ain't scared of you, I'm scared of me\nI got a gun - you don't, so if flares you'll see\nAfter that, a five-thousand volt chair for me\nSo I move carefully; niggas don't care for me\nWho care? I don't; you share, I won't\nCalm down, breathe again\nI don't do extortion unless I'm on the receiving end\nTalk to my money, first time I heard her speak\nThat's word to me, told me I deserved to eat\nMoved to a killer Ave, right from a murder street\nRocked Adidas Forums, even though they hurt my feet (that's fucked up)\nI don't look in the sky, never mind stars\nKnow some fine stars right behind bars\nSnags, Black, Doe on house arrest\nZeek, Sheek, won't even throw out the rest\nThey wanted my ass, right along side Zeek\nTurn myself in? Nope, play hide and go seek\nI'm gone, put the clip in the chrome\nYeah, I'm just like a fly, see the shit that I'm on?\nAnd hour after hour, I would chill at the after hours\nWhere they flash the powder, no bath or shower\nIn that same spot, realized math is power\nSo I point at the mansion that is ours","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Love My Life (feat. Nicole Wray)\n  artist: Cam’ron\n  album: Killa Season\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayo, I never claim to hard, tough, no homo, gangsta, none of the above\n  Just a kid from 140th and Lenox Ave, Harlem USA\n  Trying to make his way in the world, ya heard?\n  You know in the trials and tribulations that life brings\n  I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever\n  You know you can't expect everything from everybody\n  So get up, get out and get something\n  That's what I did\n\n  Before I had the hammer cocked or Santana rocked\n  Little Jerv, Grandpa Terry, Grandma Dot\n  Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill\n  Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill, now\n  My Aunt Normy, I don't speak to my Aunt Dida\n  Or my Cousin Bathsheba; love my mother, Frederica\n  Neighbor Freda, daughter Raven and Nicka\n  Down another doorbell was that nigga Wardnell\n  He gave birth to the best MC you never heard\n  Leather after leather and was clever with whatever words\n  Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C\n  He did damage, road managed by G-O-D\n  A.k.a. DukeDaGod, he was stupid hard\n  Sixteen, a bitch dream, had stupid cars\n  Cutlass 68', hooptie 75'\n  Still drive some bullshit, I don't know why\n  I love the nigga though, for him put Cris' in the air\n  First one dis 'em in here, I swear I'll risk my career\n  That's a fact, dick; ain't talking no rap shit\n  I'm talking that Mac clip, niggas will back-flip\n  Act sick; my dude studied the Sabbath\n  No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish\n  He could have my house, he could keep my Mauri's\n  He could drive my cars, this a Eastside Story\n\n  That's why my dudes love me, I let them do them\n  You either gon' be rich or famous fucking with me... probably both\n  If you happen to brush shoulders with me by accident, play Lotto\n  9 out of 10 times you gonna win, nigga\n\n  Play the game, sure to win\n  They all up on me, know they wants my ends\n  I sacrifice, I roll the dice\n\n  See, a boss I'm prepared to be\n  When I walk away from a confrontation\n  I ain't scared of you, I'm scared of me\n  I got a gun - you don't, so if flares you'll see\n  After that, a five-thousand volt chair for me\n  So I move carefully; niggas don't care for me\n  Who care? I don't; you share, I won't\n  Calm down, breathe again\n  I don't do extortion unless I'm on the receiving end\n  Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak\n  That's word to me, told me I deserved to eat\n  Moved to a killer Ave, right from a murder street\n  Rocked Adidas Forums, even though they hurt my feet (that's fucked up)\n  I don't look in the sky, never mind stars\n  Know some fine stars right behind bars\n  Snags, Black, Doe on house arrest\n  Zeek, Sheek, won't even throw out the rest\n  They wanted my ass, right along side Zeek\n  Turn myself in? Nope, play hide and go seek\n  I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome\n  Yeah, I'm just like a fly, see the shit that I'm on?\n  And hour after hour, I would chill at the after hours\n  Where they flash the powder, no bath or shower\n  In that same spot, realized math is power\n  So I point at the mansion that is ours\n"},{"id":7970760,"name":"Love My Life","trackName":"Love My Life","artistName":"Cam'ron/Nicole Wray","albumName":"Killa Season","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above\nJust a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave\nHarlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard?\nYa know through the trial of tribulations that life brings\nI lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever\nYa know you cant expect everything from everybody\nSo get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did\n\nBefore I had the hammer cocked\nA Santana rock\nLittle Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)\nUncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,\nCousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now\nMy Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita\nOr my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka\nNeighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika\nDown another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell\nHe gave birth to the best emcee you never heard\nLever after lever and was clever with whatever word\nDerek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C\nHe did damage, road managed my G.O.D\nAka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard\n16, the bitch dream had stupid cars\nCut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75\nStill drives some bullshit, I dont know why\nI loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air\nFirst one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career\nThats a fact they aint talking no rap shit\nI'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick\nMy dude study the sabbath\nNo beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish\nHe could have my house, he could keep my mauries\nHe could drive my cars, this a eastside story\n\n(Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.\nYou either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.\nIf you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,\nPlay lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)\n\nTo play the game, sure to win??\nI sacrificed, I rolled the dice\nI love the hood, I love my life\n\nSee a boss I prepared to be\nWhen I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me\nI got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see\nAfter that a 5, 000 volt chair for me\nSo I move carefully, niggas dont care for me\nWho care I dont, you share I wont\nCalm down (uhuh) breathe again\nI dont do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end\nTalk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say)\nThats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened)\nMoved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did)\nRocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up)\nI dont look in the sky, never mind 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Bill,\nCousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now\nMy Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita\nOr my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka\nNeighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika\nDown another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell\nHe gave birth to the best emcee you never heard\nLever after lever and was clever with whatever word\nDerek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C\nHe did damage, road managed my G.O.D\nAka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard\n16, the bitch dream had stupid cars\nCut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75\nStill drives some bullshit, I dont know why\nI loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air\nFirst one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career\nThats a fact they aint talking no rap shit\nI'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick\nMy dude study the sabbath\nNo beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish\nHe could have my house, he could keep my mauries\nHe could drive my cars, this a eastside story\n\n(Thats why my dudes love me I let them do 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shit\n[01:20.57] I'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick\n[01:23.56] My dude study the sabbath\n[01:26.17] No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish\n[01:29.26] He could have my house, he could keep my mauries\n[01:32.42] He could drive my cars, this a eastside story\n[01:35.41] (Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.\n[01:38.45] You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.\n[01:41.64] If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,\n[01:44.98] Play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)\n[01:47.85] To play the game, sure to win??\n[01:51.09] I sacrificed, I rolled the dice\n[01:54.12] I love the hood, I love my life\n[02:00.18] See a boss I prepared to be\n[02:13.14] When I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me\n[02:17.69] I got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see\n[02:20.85] After that a 5, 000 volt chair for me\n[02:23.53] So I move carefully, niggas dont care for me\n[02:26.38] Who 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Nicole Wray","albumName":"Stackhouse Recordings Presents Instrumental Invasion - Diplomatic Season II, Volume 7","duration":117.242917,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above\nJust a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave\nHarlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard?\nYa know through the trial of tribulations that life brings\nI lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever\nYa know you cant expect everything from everybody\nSo get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did\n\nBefore I had the hammer cocked\nA Santana rock\nLittle Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)\nUncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,\nCousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now\nMy Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita\nOr my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka\nNeighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika\nDown another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell\nHe gave birth to the best emcee you never heard\nLever after lever and was clever with whatever word\nDerek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C\nHe did damage, road managed my G.O.D\nAka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard\n16, the bitch dream had stupid cars\nCut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75\nStill drives some bullshit, I dont know why\nI loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air\nFirst one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career\nThats a fact they aint talking no rap shit\nI'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick\nMy dude study the sabbath\nNo beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish\nHe could have my house, he could keep my mauries\nHe could drive my cars, this a eastside story\n\n(Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.\nYou either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.\nIf you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,\nPlay lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)\n\nTo play the game, sure to win??\nI sacrificed, I rolled the dice\nI love the hood, I love my life\n\nSee a boss I prepared to be\nWhen I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me\nI got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see\nAfter that a 5, 000 volt chair for me\nSo I move carefully, niggas dont care for me\nWho care I dont, you share I wont\nCalm down (uhuh) breathe again\nI dont do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end\nTalk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say)\nThats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened)\nMoved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did)\nRocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up)\nI dont look in the sky, never mind stars\nYou also find stars, right behind bars\nSnazz, Black, Do' on house arrest\nZeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest\nThey wanted my ass right alongside zeke\nTurn myself in, nope play hide and go seek\nI'm gone, put the clip in the chrome\nYeah i'm just like a fly, see the shit that i'm on\nAnd, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours\nWhere they flash the power, no bath or shower\nIn that same spot, realize math is power\nSo I pointed the mansion, that is ours","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Love My Life\n  artist: Cam'ron Feat. Nicole Wray\n  album: Stackhouse Recordings Presents Instrumental Invasion - Diplomatic Season II, Volume 7\n  duration_ms: 117243\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above\n  Just a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave\n  Harlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard?\n  Ya know through the trial of tribulations that life brings\n  I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever\n  Ya know you cant expect everything from everybody\n  So get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did\n\n  Before I had the hammer cocked\n  A Santana rock\n  Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)\n  Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,\n  Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now\n  My Aunt Normy, I dont speak to my Aunt Deita\n  Or my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka\n  Neighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika\n  Down another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell\n  He gave birth to the best emcee you never heard\n  Lever after lever and was clever with whatever word\n  Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C\n  He did damage, road managed my G.O.D\n  Aka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard\n  16, the bitch dream had stupid cars\n  Cut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75\n  Still drives some bullshit, I dont know why\n  I loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air\n  First one that diss him in here, I swear I'll risk my career\n  Thats a fact they aint talking no rap shit\n  I'm talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick\n  My dude study the sabbath\n  No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish\n  He could have my house, he could keep my mauries\n  He could drive my cars, this a eastside story\n\n  (Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.\n  You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.\n  If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,\n  Play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)\n\n  To play the game, sure to win??\n  I sacrificed, I rolled the dice\n  I love the hood, I love my life\n\n  See a boss I prepared to be\n  When I walk away from a confrontation I aint scared of you I'm scared of me\n  I got a gun, you dont so it flares you'll see\n  After that a 5, 000 volt chair for me\n  So I move carefully, niggas dont care for me\n  Who care I dont, you share I wont\n  Calm down (uhuh) breathe again\n  I dont do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end\n  Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say)\n  Thats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened)\n  Moved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did)\n  Rocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up)\n  I dont look in the sky, never mind stars\n  You also find stars, right behind bars\n  Snazz, Black, Do' on house arrest\n  Zeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest\n  They wanted my ass right alongside zeke\n  Turn myself in, nope play hide and go seek\n  I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome\n  Yeah i'm just like a fly, see the shit that i'm on\n  And, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours\n  Where they flash the power, no bath or shower\n  In that same spot, realize math is power\n  So I pointed the mansion, that is ours\n"}]