[{"id":7784008,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Capone‐N‐Noreaga","albumName":"The War Report","duration":93.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'll murder you, you and you\nDon't give a fuck about you, you\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\nI'm off Beelzebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats\nAir forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left\nMy chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter\nBeard 8 and a third and my piece be Orca\nThere's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin', we riot\nWe run the streets quiet 'cuz the law's biased\nSkip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks\nCop new kicks, quick to say they rich\nFantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos\nIts crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled\nMurders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years\nI keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes\nThe sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto\nSqueeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin' a bottle\nI stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever\nRespect whatever, I talk with a tech forever\nOur show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter\n[Unverified] I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya\nGot scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first\nHave 'em coppin' your album just for our verse\nStraight like that, y'all better tell 'em\nI hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum\nOh and did I mention? if I feel tension\nGet the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention\nI know, you keep your life in your cash\nYour cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot\nSo when I blow up the lot, boom, your whole shit stop\nY'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop\nI'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops\nBetter have your glock out and cocked, about to pop\nTo hustlers like Flynt, sellin' cracks like Sprint\nA dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\nAiyyo, aiyyo\nI peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded\nI been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin'\nYou know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing\nMy sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds\nMake ya niggaz start to worry 'cuz my hood is dark and blurry\nWhen shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury\nAin't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting\nFinal Chapter split pies in two, it's half bargaining\nI've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall\nI've seen you frontin' for your broad like her pussy's the bomb\nClowns findin' their stash gone but my cash is long\nSo I'ma let y'all pass on 'cuz you ass like a thong\nMy click is movin' out, now is you rollin' along?\n'Til I perish, I'm spittin' strong, it's that shit that I'm on\nFinal Chapter's comin' at ya, now the drama is born\nSettle in this street life from the hoods to the lord\nAiyyo, I'm still ghetto that's why these niggaz love me\nI'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby\nI spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens\nThat's why 'til this day they don't let me in\nI be in New York smokin' L.A. weed\nI hate a bitch named Pebbles like L.A. Reed\nI dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live\nThese niggaz can't eat like hostages\nFuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords\nI rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards\nAnd everything that went down was cool with me\nAs long as I came back with my jewelry\nWe had machine guns, I think we had two or three\nAnd two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo\nFor bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window\nYou know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Capone‐N‐Noreaga\n  album: The War Report\n  duration_ms: 93000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'll murder you, you and you\n  Don't give a fuck about you, you\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n  I'm off Beelzebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats\n  Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left\n  My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter\n  Beard 8 and a third and my piece be Orca\n  There's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin', we riot\n  We run the streets quiet 'cuz the law's biased\n  Skip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks\n  Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich\n  Fantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos\n  Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled\n  Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years\n  I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes\n  The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto\n  Squeeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin' a bottle\n  I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever\n  Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever\n  Our show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter\n  [Unverified] I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya\n  Got scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first\n  Have 'em coppin' your album just for our verse\n  Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em\n  I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum\n  Oh and did I mention? if I feel tension\n  Get the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention\n  I know, you keep your life in your cash\n  Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot\n  So when I blow up the lot, boom, your whole shit stop\n  Y'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop\n  I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops\n  Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop\n  To hustlers like Flynt, sellin' cracks like Sprint\n  A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n  Aiyyo, aiyyo\n  I peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded\n  I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin'\n  You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing\n  My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds\n  Make ya niggaz start to worry 'cuz my hood is dark and blurry\n  When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury\n  Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting\n  Final Chapter split pies in two, it's half bargaining\n  I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall\n  I've seen you frontin' for your broad like her pussy's the bomb\n  Clowns findin' their stash gone but my cash is long\n  So I'ma let y'all pass on 'cuz you ass like a thong\n  My click is movin' out, now is you rollin' along?\n  'Til I perish, I'm spittin' strong, it's that shit that I'm on\n  Final Chapter's comin' at ya, now the drama is born\n  Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord\n  Aiyyo, I'm still ghetto that's why these niggaz love me\n  I'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby\n  I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens\n  That's why 'til this day they don't let me in\n  I be in New York smokin' L.A. weed\n  I hate a bitch named Pebbles like L.A. Reed\n  I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live\n  These niggaz can't eat like hostages\n  Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords\n  I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards\n  And everything that went down was cool with me\n  As long as I came back with my jewelry\n  We had machine guns, I think we had two or three\n  And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo\n  For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window\n  You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n"},{"id":293840,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Capone-N-Noreaga","albumName":"The War Report","duration":93.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'll murder you, you and you\nDon't give a fuck about you, you\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\nI'm off Beelzebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats\nAir forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left\nMy chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter\nBeard 8 and a third and my piece be Orca\nThere's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin', we riot\nWe run the streets quiet 'cuz the law's biased\nSkip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks\nCop new kicks, quick to say they rich\nFantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos\nIts crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled\nMurders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years\nI keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes\nThe sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto\nSqueeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin' a bottle\nI stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever\nRespect whatever, I talk with a tech forever\nOur show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter\n[Unverified] I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya\nGot scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first\nHave 'em coppin' your album just for our verse\nStraight like that, y'all better tell 'em\nI hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum\nOh and did I mention? if I feel tension\nGet the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention\nI know, you keep your life in your cash\nYour cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot\nSo when I blow up the lot, boom, your whole shit stop\nY'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop\nI'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops\nBetter have your glock out and cocked, about to pop\nTo hustlers like Flynt, sellin' cracks like Sprint\nA dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\nAiyyo, aiyyo\nI peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded\nI been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin'\nYou know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing\nMy sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds\nMake ya niggaz start to worry 'cuz my hood is dark and blurry\nWhen shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury\nAin't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting\nFinal Chapter split pies in two, it's half bargaining\nI've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall\nI've seen you frontin' for your broad like her pussy's the bomb\nClowns findin' their stash gone but my cash is long\nSo I'ma let y'all pass on 'cuz you ass like a thong\nMy click is movin' out, now is you rollin' along?\n'Til I perish, I'm spittin' strong, it's that shit that I'm on\nFinal Chapter's comin' at ya, now the drama is born\nSettle in this street life from the hoods to the lord\nAiyyo, I'm still ghetto that's why these niggaz love me\nI'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby\nI spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens\nThat's why 'til this day they don't let me in\nI be in New York smokin' L.A. weed\nI hate a bitch named Pebbles like L.A. Reed\nI dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live\nThese niggaz can't eat like hostages\nFuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords\nI rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards\nAnd everything that went down was cool with me\nAs long as I came back with my jewelry\nWe had machine guns, I think we had two or three\nAnd two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo\nFor bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window\nYou know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Capone-N-Noreaga\n  album: The War Report\n  duration_ms: 93000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'll murder you, you and you\n  Don't give a fuck about you, you\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n  I'm off Beelzebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats\n  Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left\n  My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter\n  Beard 8 and a third and my piece be Orca\n  There's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin', we riot\n  We run the streets quiet 'cuz the law's biased\n  Skip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks\n  Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich\n  Fantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos\n  Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled\n  Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years\n  I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes\n  The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto\n  Squeeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin' a bottle\n  I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever\n  Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever\n  Our show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter\n  [Unverified] I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya\n  Got scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first\n  Have 'em coppin' your album just for our verse\n  Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em\n  I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum\n  Oh and did I mention? if I feel tension\n  Get the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention\n  I know, you keep your life in your cash\n  Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot\n  So when I blow up the lot, boom, your whole shit stop\n  Y'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop\n  I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops\n  Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop\n  To hustlers like Flynt, sellin' cracks like Sprint\n  A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n  Aiyyo, aiyyo\n  I peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded\n  I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin'\n  You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing\n  My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds\n  Make ya niggaz start to worry 'cuz my hood is dark and blurry\n  When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury\n  Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting\n  Final Chapter split pies in two, it's half bargaining\n  I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall\n  I've seen you frontin' for your broad like her pussy's the bomb\n  Clowns findin' their stash gone but my cash is long\n  So I'ma let y'all pass on 'cuz you ass like a thong\n  My click is movin' out, now is you rollin' along?\n  'Til I perish, I'm spittin' strong, it's that shit that I'm on\n  Final Chapter's comin' at ya, now the drama is born\n  Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord\n  Aiyyo, I'm still ghetto that's why these niggaz love me\n  I'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby\n  I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens\n  That's why 'til this day they don't let me in\n  I be in New York smokin' L.A. weed\n  I hate a bitch named Pebbles like L.A. Reed\n  I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live\n  These niggaz can't eat like hostages\n  Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords\n  I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards\n  And everything that went down was cool with me\n  As long as I came back with my jewelry\n  We had machine guns, I think we had two or three\n  And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo\n  For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window\n  You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n"},{"id":37407922,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Capone‐N‐Noreaga","albumName":"The War Report","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'll murder you, you and you\nDon't give a fuck about you, you\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\nI'm off Beelzebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats\nAir forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left\nMy chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter\nBeard 8 and a third and my piece be Orca\nThere's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin', we riot\nWe run the streets quiet 'cuz the law's biased\nSkip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks\nCop new kicks, quick to say they rich\nFantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos\nIts crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled\nMurders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years\nI keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes\nThe sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto\nSqueeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin' a bottle\nI stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever\nRespect whatever, I talk with a tech forever\nOur show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter\n[Unverified] I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya\nGot scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first\nHave 'em coppin' your album just for our verse\nStraight like that, y'all better tell 'em\nI hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum\nOh and did I mention? if I feel tension\nGet the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention\nI know, you keep your life in your cash\nYour cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot\nSo when I blow up the lot, boom, your whole shit stop\nY'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop\nI'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops\nBetter have your glock out and cocked, about to pop\nTo hustlers like Flynt, sellin' cracks like Sprint\nA dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\nAiyyo, aiyyo\nI peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded\nI been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin'\nYou know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing\nMy sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds\nMake ya niggaz start to worry 'cuz my hood is dark and blurry\nWhen shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury\nAin't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting\nFinal Chapter split pies in two, it's half bargaining\nI've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall\nI've seen you frontin' for your broad like her pussy's the bomb\nClowns findin' their stash gone but my cash is long\nSo I'ma let y'all pass on 'cuz you ass like a thong\nMy click is movin' out, now is you rollin' along?\n'Til I perish, I'm spittin' strong, it's that shit that I'm on\nFinal Chapter's comin' at ya, now the drama is born\nSettle in this street life from the hoods to the lord\nAiyyo, I'm still ghetto that's why these niggaz love me\nI'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby\nI spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens\nThat's why 'til this day they don't let me in\nI be in New York smokin' L.A. weed\nI hate a bitch named Pebbles like L.A. Reed\nI dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live\nThese niggaz can't eat like hostages\nFuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords\nI rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards\nAnd everything that went down was cool with me\nAs long as I came back with my jewelry\nWe had machine guns, I think we had two or three\nAnd two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo\nFor bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window\nYou know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Capone‐N‐Noreaga\n  album: The War Report\n  duration_ms: 290000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'll murder you, you and you\n  Don't give a fuck about you, you\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n  I'm off Beelzebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats\n  Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left\n  My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter\n  Beard 8 and a third and my piece be Orca\n  There's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin', we riot\n  We run the streets quiet 'cuz the law's biased\n  Skip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks\n  Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich\n  Fantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos\n  Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled\n  Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years\n  I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes\n  The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto\n  Squeeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin' a bottle\n  I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever\n  Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever\n  Our show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter\n  [Unverified] I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya\n  Got scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first\n  Have 'em coppin' your album just for our verse\n  Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em\n  I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum\n  Oh and did I mention? if I feel tension\n  Get the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention\n  I know, you keep your life in your cash\n  Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot\n  So when I blow up the lot, boom, your whole shit stop\n  Y'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop\n  I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops\n  Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop\n  To hustlers like Flynt, sellin' cracks like Sprint\n  A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n  Aiyyo, aiyyo\n  I peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded\n  I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin'\n  You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing\n  My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds\n  Make ya niggaz start to worry 'cuz my hood is dark and blurry\n  When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury\n  Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting\n  Final Chapter split pies in two, it's half bargaining\n  I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall\n  I've seen you frontin' for your broad like her pussy's the bomb\n  Clowns findin' their stash gone but my cash is long\n  So I'ma let y'all pass on 'cuz you ass like a thong\n  My click is movin' out, now is you rollin' along?\n  'Til I perish, I'm spittin' strong, it's that shit that I'm on\n  Final Chapter's comin' at ya, now the drama is born\n  Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord\n  Aiyyo, I'm still ghetto that's why these niggaz love me\n  I'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby\n  I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens\n  That's why 'til this day they don't let me in\n  I be in New York smokin' L.A. weed\n  I hate a bitch named Pebbles like L.A. Reed\n  I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live\n  These niggaz can't eat like hostages\n  Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords\n  I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards\n  And everything that went down was cool with me\n  As long as I came back with my jewelry\n  We had machine guns, I think we had two or three\n  And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo\n  For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window\n  You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n"},{"id":22052162,"name":"Intro (feat. 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Reed\nI dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live\nThese niggaz can't eat like hostages\nFuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords\nI rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards\nAnd everything that went down was cool with me\nAs long as I came back with my jewelry\nWe had machine guns, I think we had two or three\nAnd two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo\nFor bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window\nYou know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro (feat. 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Reed\n  I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live\n  These niggaz can't eat like hostages\n  Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords\n  I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards\n  And everything that went down was cool with me\n  As long as I came back with my jewelry\n  We had machine guns, I think we had two or three\n  And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo\n  For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window\n  You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n"},{"id":36769664,"name":"Intro [Explicit]","trackName":"Intro [Explicit]","artistName":"Capone-N-Noreaga","albumName":"The War Report [Explicit]","duration":93.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'll murder you, you and you\nDon't give a fuck about you, you\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\nI'm off Beelzebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats\nAir forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left\nMy chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter\nBeard 8 and a third and my piece be Orca\nThere's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin', we riot\nWe run the streets quiet 'cuz the law's biased\nSkip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks\nCop new kicks, quick to say they rich\nFantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos\nIts crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled\nMurders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years\nI keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes\nThe sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto\nSqueeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin' a bottle\nI stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever\nRespect whatever, I talk with a tech forever\nOur show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter\n[Unverified] I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya\nGot scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first\nHave 'em coppin' your album just for our verse\nStraight like that, y'all better tell 'em\nI hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum\nOh and did I mention? if I feel tension\nGet the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention\nI know, you keep your life in your cash\nYour cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot\nSo when I blow up the lot, boom, your whole shit stop\nY'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop\nI'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops\nBetter have your glock out and cocked, about to pop\nTo hustlers like Flynt, sellin' cracks like Sprint\nA dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\nAiyyo, aiyyo\nI peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded\nI been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin'\nYou know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing\nMy sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds\nMake ya niggaz start to worry 'cuz my hood is dark and blurry\nWhen shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury\nAin't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting\nFinal Chapter split pies in two, it's half bargaining\nI've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall\nI've seen you frontin' for your broad like her pussy's the bomb\nClowns findin' their stash gone but my cash is long\nSo I'ma let y'all pass on 'cuz you ass like a thong\nMy click is movin' out, now is you rollin' along?\n'Til I perish, I'm spittin' strong, it's that shit that I'm on\nFinal Chapter's comin' at ya, now the drama is born\nSettle in this street life from the hoods to the lord\nAiyyo, I'm still ghetto that's why these niggaz love me\nI'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby\nI spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens\nThat's why 'til this day they don't let me in\nI be in New York smokin' L.A. weed\nI hate a bitch named Pebbles like L.A. 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if I feel tension\n  Get the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention\n  I know, you keep your life in your cash\n  Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot\n  So when I blow up the lot, boom, your whole shit stop\n  Y'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop\n  I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops\n  Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop\n  To hustlers like Flynt, sellin' cracks like Sprint\n  A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n  Aiyyo, aiyyo\n  I peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded\n  I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin'\n  You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing\n  My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds\n  Make ya niggaz start to worry 'cuz my hood is dark and blurry\n  When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury\n  Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting\n  Final Chapter split pies in two, it's half bargaining\n  I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall\n  I've seen you frontin' for your broad like her pussy's the bomb\n  Clowns findin' their stash gone but my cash is long\n  So I'ma let y'all pass on 'cuz you ass like a thong\n  My click is movin' out, now is you rollin' along?\n  'Til I perish, I'm spittin' strong, it's that shit that I'm on\n  Final Chapter's comin' at ya, now the drama is born\n  Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord\n  Aiyyo, I'm still ghetto that's why these niggaz love me\n  I'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby\n  I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens\n  That's why 'til this day they don't let me in\n  I be in New York smokin' L.A. weed\n  I hate a bitch named Pebbles like L.A. 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Reed\nI dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live\nThese niggaz can't eat like hostages\nFuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords\nI rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards\nAnd everything that went down was cool with me\nAs long as I came back with my jewelry\nWe had machine guns, I think we had two or three\nAnd two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo\nFor bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window\nYou know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro (feat. 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Reed\n  I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live\n  These niggaz can't eat like hostages\n  Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords\n  I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards\n  And everything that went down was cool with me\n  As long as I came back with my jewelry\n  We had machine guns, I think we had two or three\n  And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo\n  For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window\n  You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n"},{"id":9510502,"name":"Intro Ft. 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Reed\nI dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live\nThese niggaz can't eat like hostages\nFuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords\nI rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards\nAnd everything that went down was cool with me\nAs long as I came back with my jewelry\nWe had machine guns, I think we had two or three\nAnd two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo\nFor bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window\nYou know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3\nIt's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\nStraight like that\nWe cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\nStraight like that\nWe eat, sleep, shit street life\nStraight like that\nWe get knocked bail the same night\nStraight like that\nWe gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\nThere ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\nYou see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\nMe and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro Ft. Tragedy Khadafi (Produced by Charlemagne)\n  artist: Capone-N-Noreaga\n  album: The War Report\n  duration_ms: 92000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'll murder you, you and you\n  Don't give a fuck about you, you\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n  I'm off Beelzebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats\n  Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left\n  My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter\n  Beard 8 and a third and my piece be Orca\n  There's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin', we riot\n  We run the streets quiet 'cuz the law's biased\n  Skip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks\n  Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich\n  Fantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos\n  Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled\n  Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years\n  I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes\n  The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto\n  Squeeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin' a bottle\n  I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever\n  Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever\n  Our show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter\n  [Unverified] I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya\n  Got scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first\n  Have 'em coppin' your album just for our verse\n  Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em\n  I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum\n  Oh and did I mention? if I feel tension\n  Get the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention\n  I know, you keep your life in your cash\n  Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot\n  So when I blow up the lot, boom, your whole shit stop\n  Y'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop\n  I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops\n  Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop\n  To hustlers like Flynt, sellin' cracks like Sprint\n  A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n  Aiyyo, aiyyo\n  I peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded\n  I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin'\n  You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing\n  My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds\n  Make ya niggaz start to worry 'cuz my hood is dark and blurry\n  When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury\n  Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting\n  Final Chapter split pies in two, it's half bargaining\n  I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall\n  I've seen you frontin' for your broad like her pussy's the bomb\n  Clowns findin' their stash gone but my cash is long\n  So I'ma let y'all pass on 'cuz you ass like a thong\n  My click is movin' out, now is you rollin' along?\n  'Til I perish, I'm spittin' strong, it's that shit that I'm on\n  Final Chapter's comin' at ya, now the drama is born\n  Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord\n  Aiyyo, I'm still ghetto that's why these niggaz love me\n  I'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby\n  I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens\n  That's why 'til this day they don't let me in\n  I be in New York smokin' L.A. weed\n  I hate a bitch named Pebbles like L.A. Reed\n  I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live\n  These niggaz can't eat like hostages\n  Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords\n  I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards\n  And everything that went down was cool with me\n  As long as I came back with my jewelry\n  We had machine guns, I think we had two or three\n  And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo\n  For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window\n  You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3\n  It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga\n  Straight like that\n  We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack\n  Straight like that\n  We eat, sleep, shit street life\n  Straight like that\n  We get knocked bail the same night\n  Straight like that\n  We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically\n  There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically\n  You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically\n  Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically\n"}]