[{"id":34676510,"name":"Street's Favorite","trackName":"Street's Favorite","artistName":"Capone","albumName":"Code Of The Streets - Volume 1","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whatever happened to (yeah)\nThe boy that I once knew? (It's ya boy Capone)\nThe boy who said he'd be true (young slime from QB, let's go, shoot me)\nOh no, oh no (kill me, have me locked)\nOh no, no, no, no, no (uh, wet me)\nOh no, oh no (disrespect me)\nOh no, no, no, no, no (uh, yeah, check it, yeah)\nI told the judge, \"I ain't comin' back\nCatch me if your cops could\"\nI got a chopper sittin' under my drop hood\nYou'll never catch me slippin'\nI'll never get rocked by a chicken\nI know you lame niggas know my position\nI came from the same ghetto you live in\nWith no pot to piss in\nSo believe me, I'm no damn different\nListen, understand I'm a man with a vision (I got a vision, baby)\nYou could kill me and bury me after I'm done spittin'\nNow who could do it like I do it?\nRap it just like I rap it?\nKeep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket\nHow dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\nI'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\nWet me, I'm coming back twice, I'm that nice\nRap life is for the takin', I'm shakin' this shit down\nFor a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nNow, who can move like I move?\nWho could go where I go?\nWho could take one and turn it to four?\nFor really though\nI put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\nNow I'm tryna see glory in the game\nBitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of a crossfire\nWith no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire\nThey say I'm too thorough for my damn self, brain on gun power (too thorough, baby, crazy)\nHittin' fake niggas with flour\nDevour every nigga with power, hit 'em lead showers\nHomie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me (nope)\nTalk greazy, but walk easy, you damn lucky\nIt gets ugly, gun smoke leavin' the sky above me\nNow, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots?\nTake a neighborhood to war with a .4 and a red dot\nI'm not with the Westons, I'm hot with the Smith and\nListen, you play with death headin' in my direction\nQuestion, how could you not love me?\nHow could you not trust me?\nYou just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting\nTo get me out the game, y'all cowards got to buck me\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nNow, who can move like I move?\nWho could go where I go?\nWho could take one and turn it to four?\nFor really though\nI put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\nNow I'm tryna see glory in the game\nOh no, oh no\nOh no, no, no, no, no (this my year, baby)\n(New York City, the rebels)\nOh no, oh no\n(America, spent five years, man)\nOh no, no, no, no, no\nOh no, oh no (it's my turn)\nOh no, no, no, no, no (three in the penitentiary)\nOh no, oh no (can never stop)\n(I can't stop, nigga)\nOh no, no, no, no, no\nNow who could do it like I do it?\nRap it just like I rap it?\nKeep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket\nHow dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\nI'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.52] Whatever happened to (yeah)\n[00:04.17] The boy that I once knew? (It's ya boy Capone)\n[00:06.90] The boy who said he'd be true (young slime from QB, let's go, shoot me)\n[00:12.38] Oh no, oh no (kill me, have me locked)\n[00:14.97] Oh no, no, no, no, no (uh, wet me)\n[00:17.74] Oh no, oh no (disrespect me)\n[00:20.49] Oh no, no, no, no, no (uh, yeah, check it, yeah)\n[00:22.70] I told the judge, \"I ain't comin' back\n[00:24.49] Catch me if your cops could\"\n[00:25.62] I got a chopper sittin' under my drop hood\n[00:28.20] You'll never catch me slippin'\n[00:29.38] I'll never get rocked by a chicken\n[00:31.11] I know you lame niggas know my position\n[00:33.29] I came from the same ghetto you live in\n[00:35.46] With no pot to piss in\n[00:36.73] So believe me, I'm no damn different\n[00:38.91] Listen, understand I'm a man with a vision (I got a vision, baby)\n[00:41.70] You could kill me and bury me after I'm done spittin'\n[00:44.41] Now who could do it like I do it?\n[00:45.81] Rap it just like I rap it?\n[00:47.00] Keep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket\n[00:50.01] How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n[00:52.35] I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n[00:55.26] Wet me, I'm coming back twice, I'm that nice\n[00:57.72] Rap life is for the takin', I'm shakin' this shit down\n[01:00.62] For a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now\n[01:03.34] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.10] Now, who can move like I move?\n[01:07.36] Who could go where I go?\n[01:08.56] Who could take one and turn it to four?\n[01:10.52] For really though\n[01:11.40] I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n[01:14.40] Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n[01:16.89] Bitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of a crossfire\n[01:19.64] With no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire\n[01:22.39] They say I'm too thorough for my damn self, brain on gun power (too thorough, baby, crazy)\n[01:25.78] Hittin' fake niggas with flour\n[01:27.90] Devour every nigga with power, hit 'em lead showers\n[01:30.73] Homie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me (nope)\n[01:33.52] Talk greazy, but walk easy, you damn lucky\n[01:36.08] It gets ugly, gun smoke leavin' the sky above me\n[01:38.85] Now, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots?\n[01:41.26] Take a neighborhood to war with a .4 and a red dot\n[01:44.13] I'm not with the Westons, I'm hot with the Smith and\n[01:46.92] Listen, you play with death headin' in my direction\n[01:49.82] Question, how could you not love me?\n[01:51.49] How could you not trust me?\n[01:52.59] You just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting\n[01:55.29] To get me out the game, y'all cowards got to buck me\n[01:57.81] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:00.05] Now, who can move like I move?\n[02:01.42] Who could go where I go?\n[02:02.65] Who could take one and turn it to four?\n[02:04.70] For really though\n[02:05.51] I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n[02:08.95] Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n[02:11.39] Oh no, oh no\n[02:14.17] Oh no, no, no, no, no (this my year, baby)\n[02:16.56] (New York City, the rebels)\n[02:17.60] Oh no, oh no\n[02:19.35] (America, spent five years, man)\n[02:20.21] Oh no, no, no, no, no\n[02:22.22] Oh no, oh no (it's my turn)\n[02:24.97] Oh no, no, no, no, no (three in the penitentiary)\n[02:27.77] Oh no, oh no (can never stop)\n[02:30.46] (I can't stop, nigga)\n[02:31.02] Oh no, no, no, no, no\n[02:32.73] Now who could do it like I do it?\n[02:34.27] Rap it just like I rap it?\n[02:35.51] Keep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket\n[02:38.25] How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n[02:40.94] I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street's Favorite\n  artist: Capone\n  album: Code Of The Streets - Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 158000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Whatever happened to (yeah)\n  start_ms: 1520\n  end_ms: 4170\n- text: The boy that I once knew? 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(It's ya boy Capone)\n  The boy who said he'd be true (young slime from QB, let's go, shoot me)\n  Oh no, oh no (kill me, have me locked)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (uh, wet me)\n  Oh no, oh no (disrespect me)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (uh, yeah, check it, yeah)\n  I told the judge, \"I ain't comin' back\n  Catch me if your cops could\"\n  I got a chopper sittin' under my drop hood\n  You'll never catch me slippin'\n  I'll never get rocked by a chicken\n  I know you lame niggas know my position\n  I came from the same ghetto you live in\n  With no pot to piss in\n  So believe me, I'm no damn different\n  Listen, understand I'm a man with a vision (I got a vision, baby)\n  You could kill me and bury me after I'm done spittin'\n  Now who could do it like I do it?\n  Rap it just like I rap it?\n  Keep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket\n  How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n  I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n  Wet me, I'm coming back twice, I'm that nice\n  Rap life is for the takin', I'm shakin' this shit down\n  For a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Now, who can move like I move?\n  Who could go where I go?\n  Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  For really though\n  I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n  Bitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of a crossfire\n  With no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire\n  They say I'm too thorough for my damn self, brain on gun power (too thorough, baby, crazy)\n  Hittin' fake niggas with flour\n  Devour every nigga with power, hit 'em lead showers\n  Homie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me (nope)\n  Talk greazy, but walk easy, you damn lucky\n  It gets ugly, gun smoke leavin' the sky above me\n  Now, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots?\n  Take a neighborhood to war with a .4 and a red dot\n  I'm not with the Westons, I'm hot with the Smith and\n  Listen, you play with death headin' in my direction\n  Question, how could you not love me?\n  How could you not trust me?\n  You just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting\n  To get me out the game, y'all cowards got to buck me\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Now, who can move like I move?\n  Who could go where I go?\n  Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  For really though\n  I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n  Oh no, oh no\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (this my year, baby)\n  (New York City, the rebels)\n  Oh no, oh no\n  (America, spent five years, man)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no\n  Oh no, oh no (it's my turn)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (three in the penitentiary)\n  Oh no, oh no (can never stop)\n  (I can't stop, nigga)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no\n  Now who could do it like I do it?\n  Rap it just like I rap it?\n  Keep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket\n  How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n  I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n"},{"id":18822475,"name":"Streets Favorite","trackName":"Streets Favorite","artistName":"Capone","albumName":"Pain, Time & Glory","duration":168.019592,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whatever happened to (Yeah)\nThe boy that I once knew? (It's ya boy Capone)\nThe boy who said he'd be true (Young slime from QB, let's go)\nOh no, oh no (Shoot me, kill me)\nOh no, no, no, no, no (Have me locked, uh)\nOh no, oh no (Wet me, disrespect me)\nOh no, no, no, no, no (Uh, yeah, check it, yeah)\n\nI told the judge, \"I ain't comin' back\nCatch me if the cops could\"\nI got a chopper sittin' under my drop hood\nYou never catch me slippin'\nI'll never get rocked by a chicken\nI know you lame niggas know my position\nI came from the same ghetto you live in\nWith no pot to piss in\nSo believe me, I'm no damn different\nListen, understand I'm a man with a vision (I got a vision, baby!)\nYou could kill me and bury me after I'm done spittin'\nNow, who could do it like I do it?\nRap it just like I rap it?\nKeep an army in the [?] right under my army jacket\nHow dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\nI'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\nWet me, I'm coming back twice... I'm that nice\nRap life is for the shaking 'em, shakin' this shit down\nFor a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nNow, who can move like I move?\nWho could go where I go?\nWho could take one and turn it to four?\nFor really though\nI put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\nNow I'm tryna see glory in the game\n\nBitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of the crossfire\nWith no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire\nThey say I'm too thorough for my damn self,\nwet 'em, gun power (Too thorough, baby, crazy)\nI hate fake niggas with flour\nDevour every nigga with power, headed with lead showers\nHomie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me (Nope)\nTalk greasy, but walk geezy, you damn lucky\nIt gets ugly; gun smoke leavin' the sky above me\nNow, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots?\nTake a neighborhood [?] with a .4 and a red dot\nI'm not with the [?], I'm hot with the sniffin'\nListen, you playin' with death? [?] in my direction\nQuestion: How could you not love me?\nHow could you not trust me?\nYou just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting\nTo get me out the game, you cowards got to buck me\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nNow, who can move like I move?\nWho could go where I go?\nWho could take one and turn it to four?\nFor really though\nI put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\nNow I'm tryna see glory in the game\n\nOh no, oh no\nOh no, no, no, no, no (This my year, baby)\nOh no, oh no (New York City, the rebels)\nOh no, no, no, no, no (America, spent five years, man)\nOh no, oh no (Three in the penitentary)\nOh no, no, no, no, no (Never stop, I can't stop, nigga)\n\nNow, who could do it like I do it?\nRap it just like I rap it?\nKeep an army in the [?] right under my army jacket\nHow dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\nI'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.38] Whatever happened to (Yeah)\n[00:04.71] The boy that I once knew? (It's ya boy Capone)\n[00:07.44] The boy who said he'd be true (Young slime from QB, let's go)\n[00:12.20] Oh no, oh no (Shoot me, kill me)\n[00:13.67] Oh no, no, no, no, no (Have me locked, uh)\n[00:17.66] Oh no, oh no (Wet me, disrespect me)\n[00:20.27] Oh no, no, no, no, no (Uh, yeah, check it, yeah)\n[00:23.17] I told the judge, \"I ain't comin' back\n[00:24.73] Catch me if the cops could\"\n[00:26.00] I got a chopper sittin' under my drop hood\n[00:28.73] You never catch me slippin'\n[00:30.00] I'll never get rocked by a chicken\n[00:31.32] I know you lame niggas know my position\n[00:33.44] I came from the same ghetto you live in\n[00:35.54] With no pot to piss in\n[00:36.74] So believe me, I'm no damn different\n[00:38.91] Listen, understand I'm a man with a vision (I got a vision, baby!)\n[00:42.16] You could kill me and bury me after I'm done spittin'\n[00:44.38] Now, who could do it like I do it?\n[00:46.16] Rap it just like I rap it?\n[00:47.19] Keep an army in the [?] right under my army jacket\n[00:49.97] How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n[00:52.85] I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n[00:54.88] Wet me, I'm coming back twice... I'm that nice\n[00:58.64] Rap life is for the shaking 'em, shakin' this shit down\n[01:01.12] For a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now\n[01:03.72] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.59] Now, who can move like I move?\n[01:07.98] Who could go where I go?\n[01:09.44] Who could take one and turn it to four?\n[01:10.86] For really though\n[01:11.55] I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n[01:14.84] Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n[01:17.41] Bitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of the crossfire\n[01:20.07] With no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire\n[01:22.91] They say I'm too thorough for my damn self,\n[01:24.57] Wet 'em, gun power (Too thorough, baby, crazy)\n[01:26.73] I hate fake niggas with flour\n[01:28.28] Devour every nigga with power, headed with lead showers\n[01:30.21] Homie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me (Nope)\n[01:33.54] Talk greasy, but walk geezy, you damn lucky\n[01:35.92] It gets ugly; gun smoke leavin' the sky above me\n[01:39.21] Now, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots?\n[01:41.86] Take a neighborhood [?] with a .4 and a red dot\n[01:44.56] I'm not with the [?], I'm hot with the sniffin'\n[01:47.15] Listen, you playin' with death? [?] in my direction\n[01:49.91] Question: How could you not love me?\n[01:52.17] How could you not trust me?\n[01:53.22] You just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting\n[01:55.89] To get me out the game, you cowards got to buck me\n[01:58.63] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:01.02] Now, who can move like I move?\n[02:02.57] Who could go where I go?\n[02:03.49] Who could take one and turn it to four?\n[02:04.90] For really though\n[02:06.11] I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n[02:09.63] Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n[02:11.62] Oh no, oh no\n[02:14.60] Oh no, no, no, no, no (This my year, baby)\n[02:17.49] Oh no, oh no (New York City, the rebels)\n[02:20.17] Oh no, no, no, no, no (America, spent five years, man)\n[02:23.06] Oh no, oh no (Three in the penitentary)\n[02:25.94] Oh no, no, no, no, no (Never stop, I can't stop, nigga)\n[02:34.31] Now, who could do it like I do it?\n[02:35.97] Rap it just like I rap it?\n[02:37.01] Keep an army in the [?] right under my army jacket\n[02:38.52] How dare you detest me? 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I'm that nice\n  start_ms: 54880\n  end_ms: 58640\n- text: Rap life is for the shaking 'em, shakin' this shit down\n  start_ms: 58640\n  end_ms: 61120\n- text: For a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now\n  start_ms: 61120\n  end_ms: 63720\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 63720\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: Now, who can move like I move?\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 67980\n- text: Who could go where I go?\n  start_ms: 67980\n  end_ms: 69440\n- text: Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  start_ms: 69440\n  end_ms: 70860\n- text: For really though\n  start_ms: 70860\n  end_ms: 71550\n- text: I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  start_ms: 71550\n  end_ms: 74840\n- text: Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n  start_ms: 74840\n  end_ms: 77410\n- text: Bitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of the crossfire\n  start_ms: 77410\n  end_ms: 80070\n- text: With no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire\n  start_ms: 80070\n  end_ms: 82910\n- text: They say I'm too thorough for my damn self,\n  start_ms: 82910\n  end_ms: 84570\n- text: Wet 'em, gun power (Too thorough, baby, crazy)\n  start_ms: 84570\n  end_ms: 86730\n- text: I hate fake niggas with flour\n  start_ms: 86730\n  end_ms: 88280\n- text: Devour every nigga with power, headed with lead showers\n  start_ms: 88280\n  end_ms: 90210\n- text: Homie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me (Nope)\n  start_ms: 90210\n  end_ms: 93540\n- text: Talk greasy, but walk geezy, you damn lucky\n  start_ms: 93540\n  end_ms: 95920\n- text: It gets ugly; gun smoke leavin' the sky above me\n  start_ms: 95920\n  end_ms: 99210\n- text: Now, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots?\n  start_ms: 99210\n  end_ms: 101860\n- text: Take a neighborhood [?] with a .4 and a red dot\n  start_ms: 101860\n  end_ms: 104560\n- text: I'm not with the [?], I'm hot with the sniffin'\n  start_ms: 104560\n  end_ms: 107150\n- text: Listen, you playin' with death? [?] in my direction\n  start_ms: 107150\n  end_ms: 109910\n- text: 'Question: How could you not love me?'\n  start_ms: 109910\n  end_ms: 112170\n- text: How could you not trust me?\n  start_ms: 112170\n  end_ms: 113220\n- text: You just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting\n  start_ms: 113220\n  end_ms: 115890\n- text: To get me out the game, you cowards got to buck me\n  start_ms: 115890\n  end_ms: 118630\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 118630\n  end_ms: 121020\n- text: Now, who can move like I move?\n  start_ms: 121020\n  end_ms: 122570\n- text: Who could go where I go?\n  start_ms: 122570\n  end_ms: 123490\n- text: Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  start_ms: 123490\n  end_ms: 124900\n- text: For really though\n  start_ms: 124900\n  end_ms: 126110\n- text: I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  start_ms: 126110\n  end_ms: 129630\n- text: Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n  start_ms: 129630\n  end_ms: 131620\n- text: Oh no, oh no\n  start_ms: 131620\n  end_ms: 134600\n- text: Oh no, no, no, no, no (This my year, baby)\n  start_ms: 134600\n  end_ms: 137490\n- text: Oh no, oh no (New York City, the rebels)\n  start_ms: 137490\n  end_ms: 140170\n- text: Oh no, no, no, no, no (America, spent five years, man)\n  start_ms: 140170\n  end_ms: 143060\n- text: Oh no, oh no (Three in the penitentary)\n  start_ms: 143060\n  end_ms: 145940\n- text: Oh no, no, no, no, no (Never stop, I can't stop, nigga)\n  start_ms: 145940\n  end_ms: 154310\n- text: Now, who could do it like I do it?\n  start_ms: 154310\n  end_ms: 155970\n- text: Rap it just like I rap it?\n  start_ms: 155970\n  end_ms: 157010\n- text: Keep an army in the [?] right under my army jacket\n  start_ms: 157010\n  end_ms: 158520\n- text: How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n  start_ms: 158520\n  end_ms: 159740\n- text: I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n  start_ms: 159740\n  end_ms: 163940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 163940\nplain: |-\n  Whatever happened to (Yeah)\n  The boy that I once knew? (It's ya boy Capone)\n  The boy who said he'd be true (Young slime from QB, let's go)\n  Oh no, oh no (Shoot me, kill me)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (Have me locked, uh)\n  Oh no, oh no (Wet me, disrespect me)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (Uh, yeah, check it, yeah)\n\n  I told the judge, \"I ain't comin' back\n  Catch me if the cops could\"\n  I got a chopper sittin' under my drop hood\n  You never catch me slippin'\n  I'll never get rocked by a chicken\n  I know you lame niggas know my position\n  I came from the same ghetto you live in\n  With no pot to piss in\n  So believe me, I'm no damn different\n  Listen, understand I'm a man with a vision (I got a vision, baby!)\n  You could kill me and bury me after I'm done spittin'\n  Now, who could do it like I do it?\n  Rap it just like I rap it?\n  Keep an army in the [?] right under my army jacket\n  How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n  I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n  Wet me, I'm coming back twice... I'm that nice\n  Rap life is for the shaking 'em, shakin' this shit down\n  For a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Now, who can move like I move?\n  Who could go where I go?\n  Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  For really though\n  I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n\n  Bitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of the crossfire\n  With no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire\n  They say I'm too thorough for my damn self,\n  wet 'em, gun power (Too thorough, baby, crazy)\n  I hate fake niggas with flour\n  Devour every nigga with power, headed with lead showers\n  Homie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me (Nope)\n  Talk greasy, but walk geezy, you damn lucky\n  It gets ugly; gun smoke leavin' the sky above me\n  Now, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots?\n  Take a neighborhood [?] with a .4 and a red dot\n  I'm not with the [?], I'm hot with the sniffin'\n  Listen, you playin' with death? [?] in my direction\n  Question: How could you not love me?\n  How could you not trust me?\n  You just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting\n  To get me out the game, you cowards got to buck me\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Now, who can move like I move?\n  Who could go where I go?\n  Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  For really though\n  I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n\n  Oh no, oh no\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (This my year, baby)\n  Oh no, oh no (New York City, the rebels)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (America, spent five years, man)\n  Oh no, oh no (Three in the penitentary)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (Never stop, I can't stop, nigga)\n\n  Now, who could do it like I do it?\n  Rap it just like I rap it?\n  Keep an army in the [?] right under my army jacket\n  How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n  I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n"},{"id":10517214,"name":"Streets Favorite","trackName":"Streets Favorite","artistName":"Capone","albumName":"Pain, Time & Glory","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whatever happened to (yeah)\nThe boy that I once knew? (It's ya boy Capone)\nThe boy who said he'd be true (young slime from QB, let's go, shoot me)\nOh no, oh no (kill me, have me locked)\nOh no, no, no, no, no (uh, wet me)\nOh no, oh no (disrespect me)\nOh no, no, no, no, no (uh, yeah, check it, yeah)\nI told the judge, \"I ain't comin' back\nCatch me if your cops could\"\nI got a chopper sittin' under my drop hood\nYou'll never catch me slippin'\nI'll never get rocked by a chicken\nI know you lame niggas know my position\nI came from the same ghetto you live in\nWith no pot to piss in\nSo believe me, I'm no damn different\nListen, understand I'm a man with a vision (I got a vision, baby)\nYou could kill me and bury me after I'm done spittin'\nNow who could do it like I do it?\nRap it just like I rap it?\nKeep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket\nHow dare you detest me? 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How dare you neglect me?\n  start_ms: 50010\n  end_ms: 52350\n- text: I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n  start_ms: 52350\n  end_ms: 55260\n- text: Wet me, I'm coming back twice, I'm that nice\n  start_ms: 55260\n  end_ms: 57720\n- text: Rap life is for the takin', I'm shakin' this shit down\n  start_ms: 57720\n  end_ms: 60620\n- text: For a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now\n  start_ms: 60620\n  end_ms: 63340\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 63340\n  end_ms: 66100\n- text: Now, who can move like I move?\n  start_ms: 66100\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: Who could go where I go?\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 68560\n- text: Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  start_ms: 68560\n  end_ms: 70520\n- text: For really though\n  start_ms: 70520\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 74400\n- text: Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n  start_ms: 74400\n  end_ms: 76890\n- text: Bitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of a crossfire\n  start_ms: 76890\n  end_ms: 79640\n- text: With no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire\n  start_ms: 79640\n  end_ms: 82390\n- text: They say I'm too thorough for my damn self, brain on gun power (too thorough, baby, crazy)\n  start_ms: 82390\n  end_ms: 85780\n- text: Hittin' fake niggas with flour\n  start_ms: 85780\n  end_ms: 87900\n- text: Devour every nigga with power, hit 'em lead showers\n  start_ms: 87900\n  end_ms: 90730\n- text: Homie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me (nope)\n  start_ms: 90730\n  end_ms: 93520\n- text: Talk greazy, but walk easy, you damn lucky\n  start_ms: 93520\n  end_ms: 96080\n- text: It gets ugly, gun smoke leavin' the sky above me\n  start_ms: 96080\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: Now, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots?\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 101260\n- text: Take a neighborhood to war with a .4 and a red dot\n  start_ms: 101260\n  end_ms: 104130\n- text: I'm not with the Westons, I'm hot with the Smith and\n  start_ms: 104130\n  end_ms: 106920\n- text: Listen, you play with death headin' in my direction\n  start_ms: 106920\n  end_ms: 109820\n- text: Question, how could you not love me?\n  start_ms: 109820\n  end_ms: 111490\n- text: How could you not trust me?\n  start_ms: 111490\n  end_ms: 112590\n- text: You just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting\n  start_ms: 112590\n  end_ms: 115290\n- text: To get me out the game, y'all cowards got to buck me\n  start_ms: 115290\n  end_ms: 117810\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 117810\n  end_ms: 120050\n- text: Now, who can move like I move?\n  start_ms: 120050\n  end_ms: 121420\n- text: Who could go where I go?\n  start_ms: 121420\n  end_ms: 122650\n- text: Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  start_ms: 122650\n  end_ms: 124700\n- text: For really though\n  start_ms: 124700\n  end_ms: 125510\n- text: I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  start_ms: 125510\n  end_ms: 128950\n- text: Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n  start_ms: 128950\n  end_ms: 131390\n- text: Oh no, oh no\n  start_ms: 131390\n  end_ms: 134170\n- text: Oh no, no, no, no, no (this my year, baby)\n  start_ms: 134170\n  end_ms: 136560\n- text: (New York City, the rebels)\n  start_ms: 136560\n  end_ms: 137600\n- text: Oh no, oh no\n  start_ms: 137600\n  end_ms: 139350\n- text: (America, spent five years, man)\n  start_ms: 139350\n  end_ms: 140210\n- text: Oh no, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 140210\n  end_ms: 142220\n- text: Oh no, oh no (it's my turn)\n  start_ms: 142220\n  end_ms: 144970\n- text: Oh no, no, no, no, no (three in the penitentiary)\n  start_ms: 144970\n  end_ms: 147770\n- text: Oh no, oh no (can never stop)\n  start_ms: 147770\n  end_ms: 150460\n- text: (I can't stop, nigga)\n  start_ms: 150460\n  end_ms: 151020\n- text: Oh no, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 151020\n  end_ms: 152730\n- text: Now who could do it like I do it?\n  start_ms: 152730\n  end_ms: 154270\n- text: Rap it just like I rap it?\n  start_ms: 154270\n  end_ms: 155510\n- text: Keep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket\n  start_ms: 155510\n  end_ms: 158250\n- text: How dare you detest me? 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(It's ya boy Capone)\n  The boy who said he'd be true (young slime from QB, let's go, shoot me)\n  Oh no, oh no (kill me, have me locked)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (uh, wet me)\n  Oh no, oh no (disrespect me)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (uh, yeah, check it, yeah)\n  I told the judge, \"I ain't comin' back\n  Catch me if your cops could\"\n  I got a chopper sittin' under my drop hood\n  You'll never catch me slippin'\n  I'll never get rocked by a chicken\n  I know you lame niggas know my position\n  I came from the same ghetto you live in\n  With no pot to piss in\n  So believe me, I'm no damn different\n  Listen, understand I'm a man with a vision (I got a vision, baby)\n  You could kill me and bury me after I'm done spittin'\n  Now who could do it like I do it?\n  Rap it just like I rap it?\n  Keep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket\n  How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n  I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n  Wet me, I'm coming back twice, I'm that nice\n  Rap life is for the takin', I'm shakin' this shit down\n  For a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Now, who can move like I move?\n  Who could go where I go?\n  Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  For really though\n  I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n  Bitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of a crossfire\n  With no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire\n  They say I'm too thorough for my damn self, brain on gun power (too thorough, baby, crazy)\n  Hittin' fake niggas with flour\n  Devour every nigga with power, hit 'em lead showers\n  Homie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me (nope)\n  Talk greazy, but walk easy, you damn lucky\n  It gets ugly, gun smoke leavin' the sky above me\n  Now, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots?\n  Take a neighborhood to war with a .4 and a red dot\n  I'm not with the Westons, I'm hot with the Smith and\n  Listen, you play with death headin' in my direction\n  Question, how could you not love me?\n  How could you not trust me?\n  You just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting\n  To get me out the game, y'all cowards got to buck me\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Now, who can move like I move?\n  Who could go where I go?\n  Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  For really though\n  I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n  Oh no, oh no\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (this my year, baby)\n  (New York City, the rebels)\n  Oh no, oh no\n  (America, spent five years, man)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no\n  Oh no, oh no (it's my turn)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (three in the penitentiary)\n  Oh no, oh no (can never stop)\n  (I can't stop, nigga)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no\n  Now who could do it like I do it?\n  Rap it just like I rap it?\n  Keep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket\n  How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n  I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n"},{"id":11493344,"name":"Streets Favorite","trackName":"Streets Favorite","artistName":"Capone","albumName":"Pain, Time","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whatever happened to (Yeah)\nThe boy that I once knew? 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How dare you neglect me?\n  start_ms: 158520\n  end_ms: 159740\n- text: I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n  start_ms: 159740\n  end_ms: 163940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 163940\nplain: |-\n  Whatever happened to (Yeah)\n  The boy that I once knew? (It's ya boy Capone)\n  The boy who said he'd be true (Young slime from QB, let's go)\n  Oh no, oh no (Shoot me, kill me)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (Have me locked, uh)\n  Oh no, oh no (Wet me, disrespect me)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (Uh, yeah, check it, yeah)\n\n  I told the judge, \"I ain't comin' back\n  Catch me if the cops could\"\n  I got a chopper sittin' under my drop hood\n  You never catch me slippin'\n  I'll never get rocked by a chicken\n  I know you lame niggas know my position\n  I came from the same ghetto you live in\n  With no pot to piss in\n  So believe me, I'm no damn different\n  Listen, understand I'm a man with a vision (I got a vision, baby!)\n  You could kill me and bury me after I'm done spittin'\n  Now, who could do it like I do it?\n  Rap it just like I rap it?\n  Keep an army in the [?] right under my army jacket\n  How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n  I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n  Wet me, I'm coming back twice... 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How dare you neglect me?\n  I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n"},{"id":35205999,"name":"Streets Favorite","trackName":"Streets Favorite","artistName":"Capone","albumName":"Pain, Time and Glory","duration":171.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whatever happened to (yeah)\nThe boy that I once knew? 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How dare you neglect me?\n  I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n"},{"id":35206001,"name":"Streets Favorite","trackName":"Streets Favorite","artistName":"Capone","albumName":"Pain, Time and Glory","duration":162.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whatever happened to (yeah)\nThe boy that I once knew? 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How dare you neglect me?\n  I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n"},{"id":35205990,"name":"Streets Favorite","trackName":"Streets Favorite","artistName":"Capone","albumName":"Pain, Time and Glory","duration":165.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whatever happened to (yeah)\nThe boy that I once knew? 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How dare you neglect me?\n  start_ms: 50010\n  end_ms: 52350\n- text: I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n  start_ms: 52350\n  end_ms: 55260\n- text: Wet me, I'm coming back twice, I'm that nice\n  start_ms: 55260\n  end_ms: 57720\n- text: Rap life is for the takin', I'm shakin' this shit down\n  start_ms: 57720\n  end_ms: 60620\n- text: For a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now\n  start_ms: 60620\n  end_ms: 63340\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 63340\n  end_ms: 66100\n- text: Now, who can move like I move?\n  start_ms: 66100\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: Who could go where I go?\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 68560\n- text: Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  start_ms: 68560\n  end_ms: 70520\n- text: For really though\n  start_ms: 70520\n  end_ms: 71400\n- text: I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  start_ms: 71400\n  end_ms: 74400\n- text: Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n  start_ms: 74400\n  end_ms: 76890\n- text: Bitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of a crossfire\n  start_ms: 76890\n  end_ms: 79640\n- text: With no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire\n  start_ms: 79640\n  end_ms: 82390\n- text: They say I'm too thorough for my damn self, brain on gun power (too thorough, baby, crazy)\n  start_ms: 82390\n  end_ms: 85780\n- text: Hittin' fake niggas with flour\n  start_ms: 85780\n  end_ms: 87900\n- text: Devour every nigga with power, hit 'em lead showers\n  start_ms: 87900\n  end_ms: 90730\n- text: Homie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me (nope)\n  start_ms: 90730\n  end_ms: 93520\n- text: Talk greazy, but walk easy, you damn lucky\n  start_ms: 93520\n  end_ms: 96080\n- text: It gets ugly, gun smoke leavin' the sky above me\n  start_ms: 96080\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: Now, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots?\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 101260\n- text: Take a neighborhood to war with a .4 and a red dot\n  start_ms: 101260\n  end_ms: 104130\n- text: I'm not with the Westons, I'm hot with the Smith and\n  start_ms: 104130\n  end_ms: 106920\n- text: Listen, you play with death headin' in my direction\n  start_ms: 106920\n  end_ms: 109820\n- text: Question, how could you not love me?\n  start_ms: 109820\n  end_ms: 111490\n- text: How could you not trust me?\n  start_ms: 111490\n  end_ms: 112590\n- text: You just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting\n  start_ms: 112590\n  end_ms: 115290\n- text: To get me out the game, y'all cowards got to buck me\n  start_ms: 115290\n  end_ms: 117810\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 117810\n  end_ms: 120050\n- text: Now, who can move like I move?\n  start_ms: 120050\n  end_ms: 121420\n- text: Who could go where I go?\n  start_ms: 121420\n  end_ms: 122650\n- text: Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  start_ms: 122650\n  end_ms: 124700\n- text: For really though\n  start_ms: 124700\n  end_ms: 125510\n- text: I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  start_ms: 125510\n  end_ms: 128950\n- text: Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n  start_ms: 128950\n  end_ms: 131390\n- text: Oh no, oh no\n  start_ms: 131390\n  end_ms: 134170\n- text: Oh no, no, no, no, no (this my year, baby)\n  start_ms: 134170\n  end_ms: 136560\n- text: (New York City, the rebels)\n  start_ms: 136560\n  end_ms: 137600\n- text: Oh no, oh no\n  start_ms: 137600\n  end_ms: 139350\n- text: (America, spent five years, man)\n  start_ms: 139350\n  end_ms: 140210\n- text: Oh no, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 140210\n  end_ms: 142220\n- text: Oh no, oh no (it's my turn)\n  start_ms: 142220\n  end_ms: 144970\n- text: Oh no, no, no, no, no (three in the penitentiary)\n  start_ms: 144970\n  end_ms: 147770\n- text: Oh no, oh no (can never stop)\n  start_ms: 147770\n  end_ms: 150460\n- text: (I can't stop, nigga)\n  start_ms: 150460\n  end_ms: 151020\n- text: Oh no, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 151020\n  end_ms: 152730\n- text: Now who could do it like I do it?\n  start_ms: 152730\n  end_ms: 154270\n- text: Rap it just like I rap it?\n  start_ms: 154270\n  end_ms: 155510\n- text: Keep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket\n  start_ms: 155510\n  end_ms: 158250\n- text: How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n  start_ms: 158250\n  end_ms: 160940\n- text: I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n  start_ms: 160940\nplain: |-\n  Whatever happened to (yeah)\n  The boy that I once knew? (It's ya boy Capone)\n  The boy who said he'd be true (young slime from QB, let's go, shoot me)\n  Oh no, oh no (kill me, have me locked)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (uh, wet me)\n  Oh no, oh no (disrespect me)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (uh, yeah, check it, yeah)\n  I told the judge, \"I ain't comin' back\n  Catch me if your cops could\"\n  I got a chopper sittin' under my drop hood\n  You'll never catch me slippin'\n  I'll never get rocked by a chicken\n  I know you lame niggas know my position\n  I came from the same ghetto you live in\n  With no pot to piss in\n  So believe me, I'm no damn different\n  Listen, understand I'm a man with a vision (I got a vision, baby)\n  You could kill me and bury me after I'm done spittin'\n  Now who could do it like I do it?\n  Rap it just like I rap it?\n  Keep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket\n  How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n  I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n  Wet me, I'm coming back twice, I'm that nice\n  Rap life is for the takin', I'm shakin' this shit down\n  For a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Now, who can move like I move?\n  Who could go where I go?\n  Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  For really though\n  I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n  Bitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of a crossfire\n  With no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire\n  They say I'm too thorough for my damn self, brain on gun power (too thorough, baby, crazy)\n  Hittin' fake niggas with flour\n  Devour every nigga with power, hit 'em lead showers\n  Homie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me (nope)\n  Talk greazy, but walk easy, you damn lucky\n  It gets ugly, gun smoke leavin' the sky above me\n  Now, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots?\n  Take a neighborhood to war with a .4 and a red dot\n  I'm not with the Westons, I'm hot with the Smith and\n  Listen, you play with death headin' in my direction\n  Question, how could you not love me?\n  How could you not trust me?\n  You just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting\n  To get me out the game, y'all cowards got to buck me\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Now, who can move like I move?\n  Who could go where I go?\n  Who could take one and turn it to four?\n  For really though\n  I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain\n  Now I'm tryna see glory in the game\n  Oh no, oh no\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (this my year, baby)\n  (New York City, the rebels)\n  Oh no, oh no\n  (America, spent five years, man)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no\n  Oh no, oh no (it's my turn)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no (three in the penitentiary)\n  Oh no, oh no (can never stop)\n  (I can't stop, nigga)\n  Oh no, no, no, no, no\n  Now who could do it like I do it?\n  Rap it just like I rap it?\n  Keep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket\n  How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me?\n  I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me\n"}]