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Keep, keep grindin', keep strivin' on the block, and\n[02:41.95] To my brothers that passed away, see you when we get up top\n[02:47.43] All of us, all of us, all of us\n[02:51.38] This is my city (This is my city, Harlem)\n[02:55.48] Keep risin' to the top, keep risin' to the top\n[03:00.16] Now usually I don't do this but, uh\n[03:02.27] Let's break 'em off with a sample of the remix\n[03:04.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Is My City (feat. 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Nah, fly traps was hangin' from the ceiling (don't you ever give up)\nMilk and Giz was chillin', me and Biz was illing (don't you lose faith)\nLove my hood, but to make it out, woo, what a feeling (what a feeling)\n\nI couldn't sleep at night, in my bed, I would keep a knife\nUntil I got a gun, where I'm from, they ain't believe in life\nCops come reading rights, but we ain't the reading type\nYou don't need Adidas or a zebra, see my stripes (stripes)\nGoddamn, you got to feel me, brother\nWhere I'm from, best friends, they kill each other\nNo sloucher, homicides the voucher\nHow I was raised, think I give a fuck about you? ('Bout you?)\n\nReggie White took me on my first stick-up\n15 years old, can't front, I caught the hiccups\nTold me calm down, then proceed to click up\nThought that car was a shirt, the way we left that shit ripped up\n8Th Ave, dipped up, in my waist, the grip tucked\nTold me keep my lips shut, I ever get picked up\nBefore that, man, you'll find me with my wrist cut\nJust wanted to chill, now in this shit, I'm mixed up (mixed up)\n\nYou know Max B? I call him Charlie Rambo\nWe lived in the same building you would call a bando\nOutside, more gunshots than Commando\nThat's why I had to treat myself to Porsches, Lambos (Lambos)\n\nPardon, I get emotional\nIt's all real, none of it is promotional (don't you ever give up)\nJust wanted to play basketball and have a ocean view (don't you lose faith)\nBut when you live where I live, what the fuck you supposed to do?\n\nFast-forward, Fort Lee, New Jersey, my triplex\nSon just born, formula by the Pyrex\nLiquidated money to drugs from them big checks\nBeen solidified, way before Dipset (Dipset)\nNo disrespect to the brotherhood\nThem my brothers, but brother, I'm from another hood\nWhere it ain't fair, like Blair, they'll leave you under wood\nOld money go missing? Shots where your mother stood (mother stood)\n\nLet's get that understood (let's get that understood)\nI ain't gotta talk no more, man (I ain't gotta talk no more, man)\nJust listen (just listen)\n\nOoh, yeah, no-no-no\n(Don't you ever give up) don't you ever give up\n(Don't you lose faith) don't you lose faith\nWe can't\nYou're just wrecking (oh)\n(Don't give up)\n(Don't you ever give up)\n(Don't you lose faith)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.96] Ooh, yeah\n[00:02.39] (No no no) no no no\n[00:03.47] (Don't you ever give up) don't you ever give up\n[00:06.69] (Don't you lose faith) don't you lose faith\n[00:10.24] We can't\n[00:11.20] You're just wrecking (oh)\n[00:12.51] I'll stand right\n[00:13.99] Uh, whoever thought Cam would grow to gross in the millions?\n[00:17.81] 101 West, you should've seen my building\n[00:21.12] 139 Park, started off as children\n[00:24.70] Grew up with Big L and the dude supposedly killed him\n[00:28.23] A week before that, though, Big L had tried to kill him\n[00:31.35] This what I heard, please don't get in your feelings (don't you ever give up)\n[00:35.00] When the time's right, I will tell you about the villains (don't you lose faith)\n[00:38.12] And everybody dead, so it ain't about squealing\n[00:41.52] Weapons, we conceal 'em, need be, reveal 'em\n[00:45.05] Fly? 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go missin', shots where ya mother stood\n\n  Keep risin', keep risin' to the top (Yeah)\n  Keep, keep grindin', keep strivin' on the block, and\n  To my brothers that passed away, see you when we get up top\n  All of us, all of us, all of us\n  This is my city (This is my city, Harlem)\n\n  Keep risin' to the top, keep risin' to the top\n  Now usually I don't do this but, uh\n  Let's break 'em off with a sample of the remix\n"},{"id":29992240,"name":"This Is My City (Federal Reserve Version)","trackName":"This Is My City (Federal Reserve Version)","artistName":"Cam'ron, A-Trak","albumName":"U Wasn't There","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh\n\nWhoever thought Cam would grow to gross in the millions?\n101 West, you shoulda seen my building\n139 Park, started off as children\nGrew up with Big L and the dude supposedly killed him\nA week before that, though, Big L had tried to kill him\nThis what I heard, please don't get in your feelings\nWhen the 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Nah, flytraps was hangin' from the ceiling\nMilk and Giz was chillin', me and Biz was illin'\nLove my hood, but to make it out? Woo, what a feeling\nI couldn't sleep at night, in my bed, I would keep a knife\nUntil I got a Glock, where I'm from, they ain't believe in life\nCops come reading rights, but we ain't the reading type\nYou don't need Adidas or a zebra, see my stripes?\nThen you got to feel me, brother\nWhere I'm from, best friends, they kill each other\nNo slouch, a homicide's the voucher\nHow I was raised, think I give a fuck about ya?\nReggie White took me on my first stick-up\nFifteen years old, can't front, I caught the hiccups\nTold me calm down, then proceeded to click up\nThought that car was a shirt the way we left that shit ripped up\n8Th Ave, dipped up, in my waist, the grip tucked\nTold me keep my lips shut, I ever get picked up\nBefore that, man, you'll find me with my wrist cut\nJust wanted to chill, now in this shit, I'm mixed up\nYou know Max B? I call him Charlie Rambo\nWe lived in the same building you would call a bando\nOutside, more gunshots than Commando\nThat's why I had to treat myself to Porsches and Lambos\nPardon, I get emotional\nIt's all real, none of it is promotional\nJust want to play basketball and have an ocean view\nBut when you live where I live, what the fuck you supposed to do?\nFast forward, Fort Lee, New Jersey, my triplex\nSon just born, formula by the Pyrex\nLiquidated money and gats from them big checks\nBeen solidified way before Dipset\nNo disrespect to the brotherhood\nThem my brothers, but brother, I'm from another hood\nWhere it ain't fair like Blair, they'll leave you underwood\nOld money go missin', that's where your mother stood\nLet's get that understood\nI ain't gotta talk no more, man, just listen\n\nLet's get that understood\nThat's where your mother stood\nJust listen\nThat's where your mother stood\nThat's where your mother stood\nThat's where your mother stood\nThat's where your mother stood","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: This Is My City (Federal Reserve Version)\n  artist: Cam'ron, A-Trak\n  album: U Wasn't There\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh\n\n  Whoever thought Cam would grow to gross in the millions?\n  101 West, you shoulda seen my building\n  139 Park, started off as children\n  Grew up with Big L and the dude supposedly killed him\n  A week before that, though, Big L had tried to kill him\n  This what I heard, please don't get in your feelings\n  When the time's right, I will tell you about these villains\n  And everybody dead, so it ain't about squealin'\n  Weapons, we conceal 'em, need be, reveal 'em\n  Fly? Nah, flytraps was hangin' from the ceiling\n  Milk and Giz was chillin', me and Biz was illin'\n  Love my hood, but to make it out? Woo, what a feeling\n  I couldn't sleep at night, in my bed, I would keep a knife\n  Until I got a Glock, where I'm from, they ain't believe in life\n  Cops come reading rights, but we ain't the reading type\n  You don't need Adidas or a zebra, see my stripes?\n  Then you got to feel me, brother\n  Where I'm from, best friends, they kill each other\n  No slouch, a homicide's the voucher\n  How I was raised, think I give a fuck about ya?\n  Reggie White took me on my first stick-up\n  Fifteen years old, can't front, I caught the hiccups\n  Told me calm down, then proceeded to click up\n  Thought that car was a shirt the way we left that shit ripped up\n  8Th Ave, dipped up, in my waist, the grip tucked\n  Told me keep my lips shut, I ever get picked up\n  Before that, man, you'll find me with my wrist cut\n  Just wanted to chill, now in this shit, I'm mixed up\n  You know Max B? I call him Charlie Rambo\n  We lived in the same building you would call a bando\n  Outside, more gunshots than Commando\n  That's why I had to treat myself to Porsches and Lambos\n  Pardon, I get emotional\n  It's all real, none of it is promotional\n  Just want to play basketball and have an ocean view\n  But when you live where I live, what the fuck you supposed to do?\n  Fast forward, Fort Lee, New Jersey, my triplex\n  Son just born, formula by the Pyrex\n  Liquidated money and gats from them big checks\n  Been solidified way before Dipset\n  No disrespect to the brotherhood\n  Them my brothers, but brother, I'm from another hood\n  Where it ain't fair like Blair, they'll leave you underwood\n  Old money go missin', that's where your mother stood\n  Let's get that understood\n  I ain't gotta talk no more, man, just listen\n\n  Let's get that understood\n  That's where your mother stood\n  Just listen\n  That's where your mother stood\n  That's where your mother stood\n  That's where your mother stood\n  That's where your mother stood\n"}]