[{"id":34181513,"name":"Def Wish II","trackName":"Def Wish II","artistName":"Compton's Most Wanted","albumName":"Def Wish II","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So long Mel, have a good trip\nYou die motherfucker! You die motherfucker!\n\n\"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\nMurder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\nYou got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\nNigga get ready cause you can't hang\nWith the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\nLock your doors, run and hide\nCan't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\nPeep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\nReady to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\nYou shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\nEiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\nYou ready for round one? Here it come fool\nI got my dick in my hand, come and get some\nDamn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\nSorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\nIf it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\nNothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\nPunk you can't fuck with this\nGeah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n.. mmm .. geah\n.. c'mon y'all\n\nI guess it's time to get to the good part\nGeah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\nWith the routine, it's the same song\nPeel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\nTickety toc you don't stop\nFool, you hear a click I bust your chops\nRight, no future, in your fronting\nSmoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\nDamn I hate ya punk\nCause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\nTell me can you fade that black\nOr get slung like a fucking 50-pack\nSo it's the second call they're all sorry\nPunk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\nGeah, nigga you can get the fist\nOne more Def Wish\n\n\"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line. They got whacked\nHits just became a hazard for some of the guys\nShooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\nLast verse .. don't curse\nNigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\nAnd I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\nBitch come deal with E - geah\nSo gang way, as I pump another sucker\nAnd I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\nI see their pain, fool take two\nTo the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\nA nigga from the city where shit\nJust don't motherfucking quit\nAnd jackin's my specialty, G\nQuik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\nAnd down for the motherfucking crew\nJust like a bitch I gots to get paid to\nI knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\nYou'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. II\n\n.. geah .. geah!\n-- Synced by NoMan --\n\n\"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy\nShooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n\"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\nYou got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] So long Mel, have a good trip\n[00:02.86] You die motherfucker! You die motherfucker!\n\n[00:14.21] \"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\n[00:17.70] Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n[00:22.56] You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\n[00:25.68] Nigga get ready cause you can't hang\n[00:27.95] With the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\n[00:31.49] Lock your doors, run and hide\n[00:33.96] Can't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\n[00:36.64] Peep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\n[00:38.93] Ready to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\n[00:42.69] You shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\n[00:45.16] Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\n[00:47.60] You ready for round one? Here it come fool\n[00:51.17] I got my dick in my hand, come and get some\n[00:52.60] Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\n[00:56.52] Sorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\n[00:59.16] If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\n[01:02.12] Nothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\n[01:05.83] Punk you can't fuck with this\n[01:09.12] Geah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n[01:13.06] .. mmm .. geah\n[01:18.18] .. c'mon y'all\n\n[01:21.90] I guess it's time to get to the good part\n[01:24.35] Geah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\n[01:27.23] With the routine, it's the same song\n[01:30.07] Peel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\n[01:33.59] Tickety toc you don't stop\n[01:35.72] Fool, you hear a click I bust your chops\n[01:38.51] Right, no future, in your fronting\n[01:41.63] Smoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\n[01:45.19] Damn I hate ya punk\n[01:47.04] Cause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\n[01:50.51] Tell me can you fade that black\n[01:53.18] Or get slung like a fucking 50-pack\n[01:56.06] So it's the second call they're all sorry\n[01:58.58] Punk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\n[02:02.11] Geah, nigga you can get the fist\n[02:06.03] One more Def Wish\n\n[02:08.51] \"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line. They got whacked\n[02:11.97] Hits just became a hazard for some of the guys\n[02:15.04] Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n[02:18.48] Last verse .. don't curse\n[02:21.36] Nigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\n[02:24.41] And I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\n[02:27.24] Bitch come deal with E - geah\n[02:29.96] So gang way, as I pump another sucker\n[02:32.33] And I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\n[02:35.61] I see their pain, fool take two\n[02:38.44] To the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\n[02:41.36] A nigga from the city where shit\n[02:44.20] Just don't motherfucking quit\n[02:47.28] And jackin's my specialty, G\n[02:49.49] Quik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\n[02:52.96] And down for the motherfucking crew\n[02:55.20] Just like a bitch I gots to get paid to\n[02:58.20] I knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\n[03:01.08] You'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. II\n\n[03:05.84] .. geah .. geah!\n[03:11.56] -- Synced by NoMan --\n\n[03:13.85] \"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy\n[03:18.09] Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n[03:23.30] \"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n[03:26.63] You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n[03:31.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Def Wish II\n  artist: Compton's Most Wanted\n  album: Def Wish II\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So long Mel, have a good trip\n  start_ms: 180\n  end_ms: 2860\n- text: You die motherfucker! 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Here it come fool\n  start_ms: 47600\n  end_ms: 51170\n- text: I got my dick in my hand, come and get some\n  start_ms: 51170\n  end_ms: 52600\n- text: Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\n  start_ms: 52600\n  end_ms: 56520\n- text: Sorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\n  start_ms: 56520\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 62120\n- text: Nothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\n  start_ms: 62120\n  end_ms: 65830\n- text: Punk you can't fuck with this\n  start_ms: 65830\n  end_ms: 69120\n- text: Geah, first step is your Def Wish\n  start_ms: 69120\n  end_ms: 73060\n- text: .. mmm .. geah\n  start_ms: 73060\n  end_ms: 78180\n- text: .. c'mon y'all\n  start_ms: 78180\n  end_ms: 81900\n- text: I guess it's time to get to the good part\n  start_ms: 81900\n  end_ms: 84350\n- text: Geah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\n  start_ms: 84350\n  end_ms: 87230\n- text: With the routine, it's the same song\n  start_ms: 87230\n  end_ms: 90070\n- text: Peel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\n  start_ms: 90070\n  end_ms: 93590\n- text: Tickety toc you don't stop\n  start_ms: 93590\n  end_ms: 95720\n- text: Fool, you hear a click I bust your chops\n  start_ms: 95720\n  end_ms: 98510\n- text: Right, no future, in your fronting\n  start_ms: 98510\n  end_ms: 101630\n- text: Smoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\n  start_ms: 101630\n  end_ms: 105190\n- text: Damn I hate ya punk\n  start_ms: 105190\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Cause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 110510\n- text: Tell me can you fade that black\n  start_ms: 110510\n  end_ms: 113180\n- text: Or get slung like a fucking 50-pack\n  start_ms: 113180\n  end_ms: 116060\n- text: So it's the second call they're all sorry\n  start_ms: 116060\n  end_ms: 118580\n- text: Punk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\n  start_ms: 118580\n  end_ms: 122110\n- text: Geah, nigga you can get the fist\n  start_ms: 122110\n  end_ms: 126030\n- text: One more Def Wish\n  start_ms: 126030\n  end_ms: 128510\n- text: '\"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN''T get out of line. 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II\n  start_ms: 181080\n  end_ms: 185840\n- text: .. geah .. geah!\n  start_ms: 185840\n  end_ms: 191560\n- text: -- Synced by NoMan --\n  start_ms: 191560\n  end_ms: 193850\n- text: '\"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy'\n  start_ms: 193850\n  end_ms: 198090\n- text: Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n  start_ms: 198090\n  end_ms: 203300\n- text: '\"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line'\n  start_ms: 203300\n  end_ms: 206630\n- text: You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n  start_ms: 206630\n  end_ms: 211880\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211880\nplain: |\n  So long Mel, have a good trip\n  You die motherfucker! You die motherfucker!\n\n  \"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\n  Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n  You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\n  Nigga get ready cause you can't hang\n  With the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\n  Lock your doors, run and hide\n  Can't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\n  Peep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\n  Ready to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\n  You shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\n  Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\n  You ready for round one? Here it come fool\n  I got my dick in my hand, come and get some\n  Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\n  Sorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\n  If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\n  Nothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\n  Punk you can't fuck with this\n  Geah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n  .. mmm .. geah\n  .. c'mon y'all\n\n  I guess it's time to get to the good part\n  Geah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\n  With the routine, it's the same song\n  Peel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\n  Tickety toc you don't stop\n  Fool, you hear a click I bust your chops\n  Right, no future, in your fronting\n  Smoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\n  Damn I hate ya punk\n  Cause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\n  Tell me can you fade that black\n  Or get slung like a fucking 50-pack\n  So it's the second call they're all sorry\n  Punk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\n  Geah, nigga you can get the fist\n  One more Def Wish\n\n  \"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line. They got whacked\n  Hits just became a hazard for some of the guys\n  Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n  Last verse .. don't curse\n  Nigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\n  And I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\n  Bitch come deal with E - geah\n  So gang way, as I pump another sucker\n  And I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\n  I see their pain, fool take two\n  To the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\n  A nigga from the city where shit\n  Just don't motherfucking quit\n  And jackin's my specialty, G\n  Quik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\n  And down for the motherfucking crew\n  Just like a bitch I gots to get paid to\n  I knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\n  You'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. II\n\n  .. geah .. geah!\n  -- Synced by NoMan --\n\n  \"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy\n  Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n  \"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n  You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n"},{"id":34181511,"name":"Def Wish II","trackName":"Def Wish II","artistName":"Compton's Most Wanted","albumName":"Def Wish II","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So long Mel, have a good trip\nYou die motherfucker! You die motherfucker!\n\n\"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\nMurder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\nYou got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\nNigga get ready cause you can't hang\nWith the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\nLock your doors, run and hide\nCan't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\nPeep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\nReady to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\nYou shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\nEiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\nYou ready for round one? Here it come fool\nI got my dick in my hand, come and get some\nDamn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\nSorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\nIf it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\nNothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\nPunk you can't fuck with this\nGeah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n.. mmm .. geah\n.. c'mon y'all\n\nI guess it's time to get to the good part\nGeah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\nWith the routine, it's the same song\nPeel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\nTickety toc you don't stop\nFool, you hear a click I bust your chops\nRight, no future, in your fronting\nSmoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\nDamn I hate ya punk\nCause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\nTell me can you fade that black\nOr get slung like a fucking 50-pack\nSo it's the second call they're all sorry\nPunk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\nGeah, nigga you can get the fist\nOne more Def Wish\n\n\"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line. They got whacked\nHits just became a hazard for some of the guys\nShooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\nLast verse .. don't curse\nNigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\nAnd I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\nBitch come deal with E - geah\nSo gang way, as I pump another sucker\nAnd I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\nI see their pain, fool take two\nTo the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\nA nigga from the city where shit\nJust don't motherfucking quit\nAnd jackin's my specialty, G\nQuik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\nAnd down for the motherfucking crew\nJust like a bitch I gots to get paid to\nI knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\nYou'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. II\n\n.. geah .. geah!\n-- Synced by NoMan --\n\n\"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy\nShooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n\"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\nYou got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] So long Mel, have a good trip\n[00:02.86] You die motherfucker! You die motherfucker!\n\n[00:14.21] \"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\n[00:17.70] Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n[00:22.56] You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\n[00:25.68] Nigga get ready cause you can't hang\n[00:27.95] With the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\n[00:31.49] Lock your doors, run and hide\n[00:33.96] Can't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\n[00:36.64] Peep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\n[00:38.93] Ready to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\n[00:42.69] You shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\n[00:45.16] Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\n[00:47.60] You ready for round one? Here it come fool\n[00:51.17] I got my dick in my hand, come and get some\n[00:52.60] Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\n[00:56.52] Sorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\n[00:59.16] If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\n[01:02.12] Nothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\n[01:05.83] Punk you can't fuck with this\n[01:09.12] Geah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n[01:13.06] .. mmm .. geah\n[01:18.18] .. c'mon y'all\n\n[01:21.90] I guess it's time to get to the good part\n[01:24.35] Geah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\n[01:27.23] With the routine, it's the same song\n[01:30.07] Peel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\n[01:33.59] Tickety toc you don't stop\n[01:35.72] Fool, you hear a click I bust your chops\n[01:38.51] Right, no future, in your fronting\n[01:41.63] Smoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\n[01:45.19] Damn I hate ya punk\n[01:47.04] Cause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\n[01:50.51] Tell me can you fade that black\n[01:53.18] Or get slung like a fucking 50-pack\n[01:56.06] So it's the second call they're all sorry\n[01:58.58] Punk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\n[02:02.11] Geah, nigga you can get the fist\n[02:06.03] One more Def Wish\n\n[02:08.51] \"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line. They got whacked\n[02:11.97] Hits just became a hazard for some of the guys\n[02:15.04] Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n[02:18.48] Last verse .. don't curse\n[02:21.36] Nigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\n[02:24.41] And I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\n[02:27.24] Bitch come deal with E - geah\n[02:29.96] So gang way, as I pump another sucker\n[02:32.33] And I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\n[02:35.61] I see their pain, fool take two\n[02:38.44] To the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\n[02:41.36] A nigga from the city where shit\n[02:44.20] Just don't motherfucking quit\n[02:47.28] And jackin's my specialty, G\n[02:49.49] Quik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\n[02:52.96] And down for the motherfucking crew\n[02:55.20] Just like a bitch I gots to get paid to\n[02:58.20] I knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\n[03:01.08] You'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. II\n\n[03:05.84] .. geah .. geah!\n[03:11.56] -- Synced by NoMan --\n\n[03:13.85] \"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy\n[03:18.09] Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n[03:23.30] \"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n[03:26.63] You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n[03:31.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Def Wish II\n  artist: Compton's Most Wanted\n  album: Def Wish II\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So long Mel, have a good trip\n  start_ms: 180\n  end_ms: 2860\n- text: You die motherfucker! 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Here it come fool\n  start_ms: 47600\n  end_ms: 51170\n- text: I got my dick in my hand, come and get some\n  start_ms: 51170\n  end_ms: 52600\n- text: Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\n  start_ms: 52600\n  end_ms: 56520\n- text: Sorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\n  start_ms: 56520\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 62120\n- text: Nothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\n  start_ms: 62120\n  end_ms: 65830\n- text: Punk you can't fuck with this\n  start_ms: 65830\n  end_ms: 69120\n- text: Geah, first step is your Def Wish\n  start_ms: 69120\n  end_ms: 73060\n- text: .. mmm .. geah\n  start_ms: 73060\n  end_ms: 78180\n- text: .. c'mon y'all\n  start_ms: 78180\n  end_ms: 81900\n- text: I guess it's time to get to the good part\n  start_ms: 81900\n  end_ms: 84350\n- text: Geah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\n  start_ms: 84350\n  end_ms: 87230\n- text: With the routine, it's the same song\n  start_ms: 87230\n  end_ms: 90070\n- text: Peel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\n  start_ms: 90070\n  end_ms: 93590\n- text: Tickety toc you don't stop\n  start_ms: 93590\n  end_ms: 95720\n- text: Fool, you hear a click I bust your chops\n  start_ms: 95720\n  end_ms: 98510\n- text: Right, no future, in your fronting\n  start_ms: 98510\n  end_ms: 101630\n- text: Smoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\n  start_ms: 101630\n  end_ms: 105190\n- text: Damn I hate ya punk\n  start_ms: 105190\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Cause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 110510\n- text: Tell me can you fade that black\n  start_ms: 110510\n  end_ms: 113180\n- text: Or get slung like a fucking 50-pack\n  start_ms: 113180\n  end_ms: 116060\n- text: So it's the second call they're all sorry\n  start_ms: 116060\n  end_ms: 118580\n- text: Punk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\n  start_ms: 118580\n  end_ms: 122110\n- text: Geah, nigga you can get the fist\n  start_ms: 122110\n  end_ms: 126030\n- text: One more Def Wish\n  start_ms: 126030\n  end_ms: 128510\n- text: '\"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN''T get out of line. 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II\n  start_ms: 181080\n  end_ms: 185840\n- text: .. geah .. geah!\n  start_ms: 185840\n  end_ms: 191560\n- text: -- Synced by NoMan --\n  start_ms: 191560\n  end_ms: 193850\n- text: '\"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy'\n  start_ms: 193850\n  end_ms: 198090\n- text: Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n  start_ms: 198090\n  end_ms: 203300\n- text: '\"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line'\n  start_ms: 203300\n  end_ms: 206630\n- text: You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n  start_ms: 206630\n  end_ms: 211880\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211880\nplain: |\n  So long Mel, have a good trip\n  You die motherfucker! You die motherfucker!\n\n  \"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\n  Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n  You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\n  Nigga get ready cause you can't hang\n  With the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\n  Lock your doors, run and hide\n  Can't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\n  Peep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\n  Ready to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\n  You shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\n  Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\n  You ready for round one? Here it come fool\n  I got my dick in my hand, come and get some\n  Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\n  Sorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\n  If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\n  Nothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\n  Punk you can't fuck with this\n  Geah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n  .. mmm .. geah\n  .. c'mon y'all\n\n  I guess it's time to get to the good part\n  Geah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\n  With the routine, it's the same song\n  Peel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\n  Tickety toc you don't stop\n  Fool, you hear a click I bust your chops\n  Right, no future, in your fronting\n  Smoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\n  Damn I hate ya punk\n  Cause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\n  Tell me can you fade that black\n  Or get slung like a fucking 50-pack\n  So it's the second call they're all sorry\n  Punk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\n  Geah, nigga you can get the fist\n  One more Def Wish\n\n  \"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line. They got whacked\n  Hits just became a hazard for some of the guys\n  Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n  Last verse .. don't curse\n  Nigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\n  And I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\n  Bitch come deal with E - geah\n  So gang way, as I pump another sucker\n  And I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\n  I see their pain, fool take two\n  To the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\n  A nigga from the city where shit\n  Just don't motherfucking quit\n  And jackin's my specialty, G\n  Quik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\n  And down for the motherfucking crew\n  Just like a bitch I gots to get paid to\n  I knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\n  You'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. II\n\n  .. geah .. geah!\n  -- Synced by NoMan --\n\n  \"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy\n  Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n  \"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n  You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n"},{"id":34181510,"name":"Def Wish II","trackName":"Def Wish II","artistName":"Compton's Most Wanted","albumName":"Def Wish II","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So long Mel, have a good trip\nYou die motherfucker! 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You die motherfucker!\n\n[00:14.21] \"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\n[00:17.70] Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n[00:22.56] You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\n[00:25.68] Nigga get ready cause you can't hang\n[00:27.95] With the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\n[00:31.49] Lock your doors, run and hide\n[00:33.96] Can't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\n[00:36.64] Peep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\n[00:38.93] Ready to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\n[00:42.69] You shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\n[00:45.16] Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\n[00:47.60] You ready for round one? Here it come fool\n[00:51.17] I got my dick in my hand, come and get some\n[00:52.60] Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\n[00:56.52] Sorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\n[00:59.16] If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\n[01:02.12] Nothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\n[01:05.83] Punk you can't fuck with this\n[01:09.12] Geah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n[01:13.06] .. mmm .. geah\n[01:18.18] .. c'mon y'all\n\n[01:21.90] I guess it's time to get to the good part\n[01:24.35] Geah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\n[01:27.23] With the routine, it's the same song\n[01:30.07] Peel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\n[01:33.59] Tickety toc you don't stop\n[01:35.72] Fool, you hear a click I bust your chops\n[01:38.51] Right, no future, in your fronting\n[01:41.63] Smoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\n[01:45.19] Damn I hate ya punk\n[01:47.04] Cause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\n[01:50.51] Tell me can you fade that black\n[01:53.18] Or get slung like a fucking 50-pack\n[01:56.06] So it's the second call they're all sorry\n[01:58.58] Punk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\n[02:02.11] Geah, nigga you can get the fist\n[02:06.03] One more Def Wish\n\n[02:08.51] \"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line. They got whacked\n[02:11.97] Hits just became a hazard for some of the guys\n[02:15.04] Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n[02:18.48] Last verse .. don't curse\n[02:21.36] Nigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\n[02:24.41] And I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\n[02:27.24] Bitch come deal with E - geah\n[02:29.96] So gang way, as I pump another sucker\n[02:32.33] And I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\n[02:35.61] I see their pain, fool take two\n[02:38.44] To the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\n[02:41.36] A nigga from the city where shit\n[02:44.20] Just don't motherfucking quit\n[02:47.28] And jackin's my specialty, G\n[02:49.49] Quik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\n[02:52.96] And down for the motherfucking crew\n[02:55.20] Just like a bitch I gots to get paid to\n[02:58.20] I knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\n[03:01.08] You'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. 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II\n  start_ms: 181080\n  end_ms: 185840\n- text: .. geah .. geah!\n  start_ms: 185840\n  end_ms: 191560\n- text: -- Synced by NoMan --\n  start_ms: 191560\n  end_ms: 193850\n- text: '\"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy'\n  start_ms: 193850\n  end_ms: 198090\n- text: Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n  start_ms: 198090\n  end_ms: 203300\n- text: '\"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line'\n  start_ms: 203300\n  end_ms: 206630\n- text: You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n  start_ms: 206630\n  end_ms: 211880\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211880\nplain: |\n  So long Mel, have a good trip\n  You die motherfucker! You die motherfucker!\n\n  \"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\n  Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n  You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\n  Nigga get ready cause you can't hang\n  With the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\n  Lock your doors, run and hide\n  Can't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\n  Peep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\n  Ready to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\n  You shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\n  Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\n  You ready for round one? Here it come fool\n  I got my dick in my hand, come and get some\n  Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\n  Sorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\n  If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\n  Nothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\n  Punk you can't fuck with this\n  Geah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n  .. mmm .. geah\n  .. c'mon y'all\n\n  I guess it's time to get to the good part\n  Geah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\n  With the routine, it's the same song\n  Peel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\n  Tickety toc you don't stop\n  Fool, you hear a click I bust your chops\n  Right, no future, in your fronting\n  Smoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\n  Damn I hate ya punk\n  Cause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\n  Tell me can you fade that black\n  Or get slung like a fucking 50-pack\n  So it's the second call they're all sorry\n  Punk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\n  Geah, nigga you can get the fist\n  One more Def Wish\n\n  \"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line. They got whacked\n  Hits just became a hazard for some of the guys\n  Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n  Last verse .. don't curse\n  Nigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\n  And I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\n  Bitch come deal with E - geah\n  So gang way, as I pump another sucker\n  And I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\n  I see their pain, fool take two\n  To the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\n  A nigga from the city where shit\n  Just don't motherfucking quit\n  And jackin's my specialty, G\n  Quik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\n  And down for the motherfucking crew\n  Just like a bitch I gots to get paid to\n  I knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\n  You'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. II\n\n  .. geah .. geah!\n  -- Synced by NoMan --\n\n  \"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy\n  Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n  \"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n  You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n"},{"id":34181512,"name":"Def Wish II","trackName":"Def Wish II","artistName":"Compton's Most Wanted","albumName":"Def Wish II","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So long Mel, have a good trip\nYou die motherfucker! You die motherfucker!\n\n\"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\nMurder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\nYou got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\nNigga get ready cause you can't hang\nWith the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\nLock your doors, run and hide\nCan't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\nPeep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\nReady to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\nYou shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\nEiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\nYou ready for round one? Here it come fool\nI got my dick in my hand, come and get some\nDamn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\nSorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\nIf it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\nNothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\nPunk you can't fuck with this\nGeah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n.. mmm .. geah\n.. c'mon y'all\n\nI guess it's time to get to the good part\nGeah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\nWith the routine, it's the same song\nPeel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\nTickety toc you don't stop\nFool, you hear a click I bust your chops\nRight, no future, in your fronting\nSmoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\nDamn I hate ya punk\nCause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\nTell me can you fade that black\nOr get slung like a fucking 50-pack\nSo it's the second call they're all sorry\nPunk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\nGeah, nigga you can get the fist\nOne more Def Wish\n\n\"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line. They got whacked\nHits just became a hazard for some of the guys\nShooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\nLast verse .. don't curse\nNigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\nAnd I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\nBitch come deal with E - geah\nSo gang way, as I pump another sucker\nAnd I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\nI see their pain, fool take two\nTo the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\nA nigga from the city where shit\nJust don't motherfucking quit\nAnd jackin's my specialty, G\nQuik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\nAnd down for the motherfucking crew\nJust like a bitch I gots to get paid to\nI knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\nYou'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. II\n\n.. geah .. geah!\n-- Synced by NoMan --\n\n\"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy\nShooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n\"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\nYou got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] So long Mel, have a good trip\n[00:02.86] You die motherfucker! You die motherfucker!\n\n[00:14.21] \"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\n[00:17.70] Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n[00:22.56] You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\n[00:25.68] Nigga get ready cause you can't hang\n[00:27.95] With the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\n[00:31.49] Lock your doors, run and hide\n[00:33.96] Can't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\n[00:36.64] Peep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\n[00:38.93] Ready to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\n[00:42.69] You shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\n[00:45.16] Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\n[00:47.60] You ready for round one? Here it come fool\n[00:51.17] I got my dick in my hand, come and get some\n[00:52.60] Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\n[00:56.52] Sorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\n[00:59.16] If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\n[01:02.12] Nothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\n[01:05.83] Punk you can't fuck with this\n[01:09.12] Geah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n[01:13.06] .. mmm .. geah\n[01:18.18] .. c'mon y'all\n\n[01:21.90] I guess it's time to get to the good part\n[01:24.35] Geah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\n[01:27.23] With the routine, it's the same song\n[01:30.07] Peel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\n[01:33.59] Tickety toc you don't stop\n[01:35.72] Fool, you hear a click I bust your chops\n[01:38.51] Right, no future, in your fronting\n[01:41.63] Smoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\n[01:45.19] Damn I hate ya punk\n[01:47.04] Cause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\n[01:50.51] Tell me can you fade that black\n[01:53.18] Or get slung like a fucking 50-pack\n[01:56.06] So it's the second call they're all sorry\n[01:58.58] Punk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\n[02:02.11] Geah, nigga you can get the fist\n[02:06.03] One more Def Wish\n\n[02:08.51] \"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line. They got whacked\n[02:11.97] Hits just became a hazard for some of the guys\n[02:15.04] Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n[02:18.48] Last verse .. don't curse\n[02:21.36] Nigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\n[02:24.41] And I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\n[02:27.24] Bitch come deal with E - geah\n[02:29.96] So gang way, as I pump another sucker\n[02:32.33] And I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\n[02:35.61] I see their pain, fool take two\n[02:38.44] To the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\n[02:41.36] A nigga from the city where shit\n[02:44.20] Just don't motherfucking quit\n[02:47.28] And jackin's my specialty, G\n[02:49.49] Quik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\n[02:52.96] And down for the motherfucking crew\n[02:55.20] Just like a bitch I gots to get paid to\n[02:58.20] I knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\n[03:01.08] You'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. 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II\n  start_ms: 181080\n  end_ms: 185840\n- text: .. geah .. geah!\n  start_ms: 185840\n  end_ms: 191560\n- text: -- Synced by NoMan --\n  start_ms: 191560\n  end_ms: 193850\n- text: '\"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy'\n  start_ms: 193850\n  end_ms: 198090\n- text: Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n  start_ms: 198090\n  end_ms: 203300\n- text: '\"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line'\n  start_ms: 203300\n  end_ms: 206630\n- text: You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n  start_ms: 206630\n  end_ms: 211880\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211880\nplain: |\n  So long Mel, have a good trip\n  You die motherfucker! You die motherfucker!\n\n  \"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\n  Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n  You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\n  Nigga get ready cause you can't hang\n  With the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\n  Lock your doors, run and hide\n  Can't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\n  Peep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\n  Ready to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\n  You shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\n  Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\n  You ready for round one? Here it come fool\n  I got my dick in my hand, come and get some\n  Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\n  Sorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\n  If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\n  Nothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\n  Punk you can't fuck with this\n  Geah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n  .. mmm .. geah\n  .. c'mon y'all\n\n  I guess it's time to get to the good part\n  Geah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\n  With the routine, it's the same song\n  Peel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\n  Tickety toc you don't stop\n  Fool, you hear a click I bust your chops\n  Right, no future, in your fronting\n  Smoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\n  Damn I hate ya punk\n  Cause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\n  Tell me can you fade that black\n  Or get slung like a fucking 50-pack\n  So it's the second call they're all sorry\n  Punk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\n  Geah, nigga you can get the fist\n  One more Def Wish\n\n  \"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line. They got whacked\n  Hits just became a hazard for some of the guys\n  Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n  Last verse .. don't curse\n  Nigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\n  And I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\n  Bitch come deal with E - geah\n  So gang way, as I pump another sucker\n  And I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\n  I see their pain, fool take two\n  To the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\n  A nigga from the city where shit\n  Just don't motherfucking quit\n  And jackin's my specialty, G\n  Quik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\n  And down for the motherfucking crew\n  Just like a bitch I gots to get paid to\n  I knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\n  You'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. II\n\n  .. geah .. geah!\n  -- Synced by NoMan --\n\n  \"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy\n  Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n  \"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n  You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n"},{"id":7069834,"name":"Def Wish","trackName":"Def Wish","artistName":"Compton's Most Wanted","albumName":"Straight Checkn 'Em","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, the MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin'\nHouse, you know what I'm sayin'?\nThe Compton maniac, here to break your ass\nSomething off real proper, you know what I'm sayin', damn\n\nSuckers, I go for broke so don't choke on the smoke\n'Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht starts the rap bionic\nYou can't shoot the gift like it should be shot\nGots no hearts, punk ass marks, don't start, you'll get got\nAnd at the end of the trail is what's left\nIs a sucker motherfucker who done simped to death\n\nSo if ya got static, go and gather up your army\nYou'll be a short ass punk trying to harm me\nI bet you sorry MC's never seen this\nA sucker punk hung up by his penis\nSo watch out for a sucker on the gank\n'Cause while Compton's lynchin', I'm takin' money to the bank\nAnd it's the MC Eiht on your shit list\nCommence to killin' you off, you got's your def wish\n\nI'll make you famous, now when I go for my gun\nYou start shooting, then you are dead\n\nPhase two, it's the brother who be taxin'\nRunnin' over punks like my brother Bo Jackson\nAs your card's on freeze frame your chicken\nIt's the Eiht double M and I'll keep stickin'\nAll that pay back shit is in effect\n'Cause I'm the type a brother who'll blast your ass, check\nSo if your bitin' my lyrics, then fool you'll pay\nAs you commence to say 'em, you'll get tooth decay\n\nSo give up to the Compton psycho\nBitin' me Quik will mean you get the duck sick quick\nNot a funny man, but still I gives surprises\nLyrics are deadly plagues, the death 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left\n[00:25.81] Is a sucker motherfucker who done simped to death\n[00:29.25] So if ya got static, go and gather up your army\n[00:31.08] You'll be a short ass punk trying to harm me\n[00:33.03] I bet you sorry MC's never seen this\n[00:36.79] A sucker punk hung up by his penis\n[00:38.75] So watch out for a sucker on the gank\n[00:40.86] 'Cause while Compton's lynchin', I'm takin' money to the bank\n[00:44.71] And it's the MC Eiht on your shit list\n[00:46.68] Commence to killin' you off, you got's your def wish\n[00:49.37] I'll make you famous, now when I go for my gun\n[00:50.59] You start shooting, then you are dead\n[00:51.71] Phase two, it's the brother who be taxin'\n[01:09.10] Runnin' over punks like my brother Bo Jackson\n[01:12.02] As your card's on freeze frame your chicken\n[01:15.09] It's the Eiht double M and I'll keep stickin'\n[01:17.66] All that pay back shit is in effect\n[01:20.12] 'Cause I'm the type a brother who'll blast your ass, check\n[01:23.33] So if your 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Unknown, yeah\n[03:18.59] Right on time, I'll make you famous, then you are dead\n[03:36.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Def Wish\n  artist: Compton's Most Wanted\n  album: Straight Checkn 'Em\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, the MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin'\n  start_ms: 1100\n  end_ms: 5130\n- text: House, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 5130\n  end_ms: 6970\n- text: The Compton maniac, here to break your ass\n  start_ms: 6970\n  end_ms: 9060\n- text: Something off real proper, you know what I'm sayin', damn\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 10760\n- text: Suckers, I go for broke so don't choke on the smoke\n  start_ms: 10760\n  end_ms: 14010\n- text: '''Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht starts the rap bionic'\n  start_ms: 14010\n  end_ms: 17150\n- text: You can't shoot the gift like it should be shot\n  start_ms: 17150\n  end_ms: 21120\n- text: Gots no hearts, punk ass marks, don't start, you'll get got\n  start_ms: 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be taxin'\n  start_ms: 51710\n  end_ms: 69100\n- text: Runnin' over punks like my brother Bo Jackson\n  start_ms: 69100\n  end_ms: 72020\n- text: As your card's on freeze frame your chicken\n  start_ms: 72020\n  end_ms: 75090\n- text: It's the Eiht double M and I'll keep stickin'\n  start_ms: 75090\n  end_ms: 77660\n- text: All that pay back shit is in effect\n  start_ms: 77660\n  end_ms: 80120\n- text: '''Cause I''m the type a brother who''ll blast your ass, check'\n  start_ms: 80120\n  end_ms: 83330\n- text: So if your bitin' my lyrics, then fool you'll pay\n  start_ms: 83330\n  end_ms: 86250\n- text: As you commence to say 'em, you'll get tooth decay\n  start_ms: 86250\n  end_ms: 89500\n- text: So give up to the Compton psycho\n  start_ms: 89500\n  end_ms: 91210\n- text: Bitin' me Quik will mean you get the duck sick quick\n  start_ms: 91210\n  end_ms: 94640\n- text: Not a funny man, but still I gives surprises\n  start_ms: 94640\n  end_ms: 98000\n- text: Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll rises\n  start_ms: 98000\n  end_ms: 99840\n- text: So now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme\n  start_ms: 99840\n  end_ms: 102820\n- text: And now I hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams\n  start_ms: 102820\n  end_ms: 105670\n- text: Another victory on my list, one more punk ass fool with a def wish\n  start_ms: 105670\n  end_ms: 110810\n- text: Right on time\n  start_ms: 110810\n  end_ms: 112830\n- text: I'll make you famous, now when I go for my gun\n  start_ms: 112830\n  end_ms: 123520\n- text: You start shooting, then you are dead\n  start_ms: 123520\n  end_ms: 127830\n- text: Now say your prayers, because it's difficult to get with this\n  start_ms: 127830\n  end_ms: 135610\n- text: I'll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist\n  start_ms: 135610\n  end_ms: 138640\n- text: No mistakes I make, so don't fake\n  start_ms: 138640\n  end_ms: 140980\n- text: You's as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake\n  start_ms: 140980\n  end_ms: 144000\n- text: Don't try to bargain with the maniac maestro\n  start_ms: 144000\n  end_ms: 146680\n- text: On the stage I'm in a rage with a gangsta show\n  start_ms: 146680\n  end_ms: 149280\n- text: The capital E, the capital I, the capital H, the capital T, down MC\n  start_ms: 149280\n  end_ms: 154450\n- text: Mike T is the partner down with me\n  start_ms: 154450\n  end_ms: 157340\n- text: Suckers got static, here goes the G-A-T\n  start_ms: 157340\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: So take a step up and play for the rhythm\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 163340\n- text: From Compton boy and this is what I give 'em\n  start_ms: 163340\n  end_ms: 165810\n- text: A blast from the gat just for talkin' that junk\n  start_ms: 165810\n  end_ms: 168390\n- text: Feel like handlin' the business might smoke the punk\n  start_ms: 168390\n  end_ms: 171050\n- text: I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my ways\n  start_ms: 171050\n  end_ms: 174020\n- text: And don't be no hero like in the western days\n  start_ms: 174020\n  end_ms: 176620\n- text: At sundown, you'll press your luck and try to shoot me\n  start_ms: 176620\n  end_ms: 179740\n- text: Grab your davey Crocket, I'll grab my gangsta Uzi\n  start_ms: 179740\n  end_ms: 182180\n- text: And after all that, you'll still be R.I.P.\n  start_ms: 182180\n  end_ms: 185540\n- text: If you fuck with me, fool, there's your def wish\n  start_ms: 185540\n  end_ms: 188780\n- text: Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 188780\n  end_ms: 191340\n- text: MC Eiht steppin' to the motherfuckin' 91\n  start_ms: 191340\n  end_ms: 193540\n- text: My DJ mike T's in the motherfuckin' house\n  start_ms: 193540\n  end_ms: 195990\n- text: Down with the DJ Bolo, and Unknown, yeah\n  start_ms: 195990\n  end_ms: 198590\n- text: Right on time, I'll make you famous, then you are dead\n  start_ms: 198590\n  end_ms: 216150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 216150\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, the MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin'\n  House, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  The Compton maniac, here to break your ass\n  Something off real proper, you know what I'm sayin', damn\n\n  Suckers, I go for broke so don't choke on the smoke\n  'Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht starts the rap bionic\n  You can't shoot the gift like it should be shot\n  Gots no hearts, punk ass marks, don't start, you'll get got\n  And at the end of the trail is what's left\n  Is a sucker motherfucker who done simped to death\n\n  So if ya got static, go and gather up your army\n  You'll be a short ass punk trying to harm me\n  I bet you sorry MC's never seen this\n  A sucker punk hung up by his penis\n  So watch out for a sucker on the gank\n  'Cause while Compton's lynchin', I'm takin' money to the bank\n  And it's the MC Eiht on your shit list\n  Commence to killin' you off, you got's your def wish\n\n  I'll make you famous, now when I go for my gun\n  You start shooting, then you are dead\n\n  Phase two, it's the brother who be taxin'\n  Runnin' over punks like my brother Bo Jackson\n  As your card's on freeze frame your chicken\n  It's the Eiht double M and I'll keep stickin'\n  All that pay back shit is in effect\n  'Cause I'm the type a brother who'll blast your ass, check\n  So if your bitin' my lyrics, then fool you'll pay\n  As you commence to say 'em, you'll get tooth decay\n\n  So give up to the Compton psycho\n  Bitin' me Quik will mean you get the duck sick quick\n  Not a funny man, but still I gives surprises\n  Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll rises\n  So now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme\n  And now I hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams\n  Another victory on my list, one more punk ass fool with a def wish\n\n  Right on time\n  I'll make you famous, now when I go for my gun\n  You start shooting, then you are dead\n\n  Now say your prayers, because it's difficult to get with this\n  I'll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist\n  No mistakes I make, so don't fake\n  You's as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake\n  Don't 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go for broke so don't choke on the smoke\n  'Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht starts the rap bionic\n  You can't shoot the gift like it should be shot\n  Gots no hearts, punk ass marks, don't start, you'll get got\n  And at the end of the trail is what's left\n  Is a sucker motherfucker who done simped to death\n\n  So if ya got static, go and gather up your army\n  You'll be a short ass punk trying to harm me\n  I bet you sorry MC's never seen this\n  A sucker punk hung up by his penis\n  So watch out for a sucker on the gank\n  'Cause while Compton's lynchin', I'm takin' money to the bank\n  And it's the MC Eiht on your shit list\n  Commence to killin' you off, you got's your def wish\n\n  I'll make you famous, now when I go for my gun\n  You start shooting, then you are dead\n\n  Phase two, it's the brother who be taxin'\n  Runnin' over punks like my brother Bo Jackson\n  As your card's on freeze frame your chicken\n  It's the Eiht double M and I'll keep stickin'\n  All that pay back shit is in effect\n  'Cause I'm the type a brother who'll blast your ass, check\n  So if your bitin' my lyrics, then fool you'll pay\n  As you commence to say 'em, you'll get tooth decay\n\n  So give up to the Compton psycho\n  Bitin' me Quik will mean you get the duck sick quick\n  Not a funny man, but still I gives surprises\n  Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll rises\n  So now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme\n  And now I hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams\n  Another victory on my list, one more punk ass fool with a def wish\n\n  Right on time\n  I'll make you famous, now when I go for my gun\n  You start shooting, then you are dead\n\n  Now say your prayers, because it's difficult to get with this\n  I'll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist\n  No mistakes I make, so don't fake\n  You's as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake\n  Don't try to bargain with the maniac maestro\n  On the stage I'm in a rage with a gangsta show\n\n  The capital E, 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You die motherfucker!\n\n\"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\nMurder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\nYou got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\nNigga get ready cause you can't hang\nWith the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\nLock your doors, run and hide\nCan't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\nPeep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\nReady to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\nYou shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\nEiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\nYou ready for round one? Here it come fool\nI got my dick in my hand, come and get some\nDamn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\nSorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\nIf it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\nNothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\nPunk you can't fuck with this\nGeah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n.. mmm .. geah\n.. c'mon y'all\n\nI guess it's time to get to the good part\nGeah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\nWith the routine, it's the same song\nPeel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\nTickety toc you don't stop\nFool, you hear a click I bust your chops\nRight, no future, in your fronting\nSmoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\nDamn I hate ya punk\nCause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\nTell me can you fade that black\nOr get slung like a fucking 50-pack\nSo it's the second call they're all sorry\nPunk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\nGeah, nigga you can get the fist\nOne more Def Wish\n\n\"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line. They got whacked\nHits just became a hazard for some of the guys\nShooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\nLast verse .. don't curse\nNigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\nAnd I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\nBitch come deal with E - geah\nSo gang way, as I pump another sucker\nAnd I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\nI see their pain, fool take two\nTo the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\nA nigga from the city where shit\nJust don't motherfucking quit\nAnd jackin's my specialty, G\nQuik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\nAnd down for the motherfucking crew\nJust like a bitch I gots to get paid to\nI knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\nYou'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. II\n\n.. geah .. geah!\n-- Synced by NoMan --\n\n\"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy\nShooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n\"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\nYou got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] So long Mel, have a good trip\n[00:02.86] You die motherfucker! You die motherfucker!\n\n[00:14.21] \"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\n[00:17.70] Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n[00:22.56] You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\n[00:25.68] Nigga get ready cause you can't hang\n[00:27.95] With the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\n[00:31.49] Lock your doors, run and hide\n[00:33.96] Can't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\n[00:36.64] Peep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\n[00:38.93] Ready to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\n[00:42.69] You shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\n[00:45.16] Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\n[00:47.60] You ready for round one? Here it come fool\n[00:51.17] I got my dick in my hand, come and get some\n[00:52.60] Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\n[00:56.52] Sorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\n[00:59.16] If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\n[01:02.12] Nothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\n[01:05.83] Punk you can't fuck with this\n[01:09.12] Geah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n[01:13.06] .. mmm .. geah\n[01:18.18] .. c'mon y'all\n\n[01:21.90] I guess it's time to get to the good part\n[01:24.35] Geah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\n[01:27.23] With the routine, it's the same song\n[01:30.07] Peel another cap - now what's going on? Geah\n[01:33.59] Tickety toc you don't stop\n[01:35.72] Fool, you hear a click I bust your chops\n[01:38.51] Right, no future, in your fronting\n[01:41.63] Smoke your ass like a mother-fucking blunt\n[01:45.19] Damn I hate ya punk\n[01:47.04] Cause you'll never equal, this motherfucking sequel\n[01:50.51] Tell me can you fade that black\n[01:53.18] Or get slung like a fucking 50-pack\n[01:56.06] So it's the second call they're all sorry\n[01:58.58] Punk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\n[02:02.11] Geah, nigga you can get the fist\n[02:06.03] One more Def Wish\n\n[02:08.51] \"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line. They got whacked\n[02:11.97] Hits just became a hazard for some of the guys\n[02:15.04] Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n[02:18.48] Last verse .. don't curse\n[02:21.36] Nigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\n[02:24.41] And I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\n[02:27.24] Bitch come deal with E - geah\n[02:29.96] So gang way, as I pump another sucker\n[02:32.33] And I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\n[02:35.61] I see their pain, fool take two\n[02:38.44] To the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\n[02:41.36] A nigga from the city where shit\n[02:44.20] Just don't motherfucking quit\n[02:47.28] And jackin's my specialty, G\n[02:49.49] Quik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\n[02:52.96] And down for the motherfucking crew\n[02:55.20] Just like a bitch I gots to get paid to\n[02:58.20] I knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\n[03:01.08] You'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. 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II\n  start_ms: 181080\n  end_ms: 185840\n- text: .. geah .. geah!\n  start_ms: 185840\n  end_ms: 191560\n- text: -- Synced by NoMan --\n  start_ms: 191560\n  end_ms: 193850\n- text: '\"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy'\n  start_ms: 193850\n  end_ms: 198090\n- text: Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n  start_ms: 198090\n  end_ms: 203300\n- text: '\"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line'\n  start_ms: 203300\n  end_ms: 206630\n- text: You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n  start_ms: 206630\n  end_ms: 211880\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 211880\nplain: |\n  So long Mel, have a good trip\n  You die motherfucker! You die motherfucker!\n\n  \"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\n  Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n  You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n\n  Nigga get ready cause you can't hang\n  With the psycho motherfucker who slanging these gangsta thangs\n  Lock your doors, run and hide\n  Can't nothing save you when the W hoo-rides\n  Peep - I'm putting suckers to sleep\n  Ready to make a motherfucking hit, geah we rolling too deep\n  You shouldn't've made that tape, but you pushed me\n  Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearing pussies, mmmm\n  You ready for round one? Here it come fool\n  I got my dick in my hand, come and get some\n  Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers getting pesos\n  Sorry-ass amigos screaming like bitch hoes\n  If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancing around\n  Nothing but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down\n  Punk you can't fuck with this\n  Geah, first step is your Def Wish\n\n  .. mmm .. geah\n  .. c'mon y'all\n\n  I guess it's time to get to the good part\n  Geah, you know it's the part when the Eiht start\n  With the routine, it's the same song\n  Peel another cap - now what's going on? 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They got whacked\n  Hits just became a hazard for some of the guys\n  Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n  Last verse .. don't curse\n  Nigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\n  And I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\n  Bitch come deal with E - geah\n  So gang way, as I pump another sucker\n  And I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\n  I see their pain, fool take two\n  To the fucking jaw, geah fuck you\n  A nigga from the city where shit\n  Just don't motherfucking quit\n  And jackin's my specialty, G\n  Quik fast to mack once and take your money, geah\n  And down for the motherfucking crew\n  Just like a bitch I gots to get paid to\n  I knock you out and when your punk-ass come to\n  You'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. II\n\n  .. geah .. geah!\n  -- Synced by NoMan --\n\n  \"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guy\n  Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal..\"\n\n  \"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n  You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules\"\n"},{"id":40266338,"name":"17 Def Wish II","trackName":"17 Def Wish II","artistName":"Compton's Most Wanted","albumName":"Music to Driveby (decaf)","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So long man, have a good trip\nTake that motherfucker! Take that motherfucker!\nNo! No! No! No! No!\n\nFor most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\nMurder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\nYou got out of line, you got whacked\nEverybody knew the rules\n\nNigga get ready cause you can't hang\nWith the psycho motherfucker who's slangin' these gangsta thangs\nLock your doors, run and hide\nCan't nothin' save you when the W-O-R-P\nI'm puttin' suckers to sleep\nReady to make a motherfuckin' hit\nYeah we rollin' two deep\nYou shouldn't have made that tape but you pushed me\n\nEight hates punk ass card wearin' pussies\nMmm, you're ready from round one\nHere it come fool\nI got my dick in my hand, come and get some\nDamn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers gettin' pesos\nSorry ass amigos screamin' like bitch hoes\nIf it wasn't for your happy ass sound, prancin' around\nNothin' but a sorry ass clown, stay the fuck down\n\nPunk you can't fuck with this\n\nSee, first up is your death wish\n\nMmm, yeah, come on y'all\n\nI guess it's time to get to the good part\nYeah you know it's the part when the eights start\nWith the routine, it's the same song\nPeel another cap, now what's goin' on?\nYeah, tickety tock, it don't stop\nFool, you hear a click I bust your top\nWhy? No future\n\nIn your front and smoke your ass like a motherfuckin' blunt\nDamn I hate you punk\nCause you're never equal, this motherfuckin' sequel\nTell me can you fade that black?\n\nOr get stung like a fuckin' fifty pack\nSo it's the second Carter, oh sorry\nPunk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\n\nSee a nigga you can get the fist\n\nOne more death wish\n\nBut sometimes even the people that\nDidn't get out of line, they got whacked\nHits just became a habit for some of the guys\nShootin' people was a normal thing, no big deal\n\nLast verse, don't curse\nNigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\nAnd I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\nBitch come deal with E\nYeah, so gangway as I punk another sucker\nAnd I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\nI see the pain, fool take two\nTo the fuckin' jaw, yeah fuck you\nA nigga from the city where shit\n\nJust don't motherfuckin' quit\nAnd jackin's my specialty G\nQuick fast and mack ones and take your money\nYeah, and down for the motherfuckin' crew\nJust like a bitch I gots to get paid too\nI knock you out and when your punk ass come to\nYou'll realize it was a nightmare, death wish two\n\nYeah, yeah, Compton\n\nHits just became a habit for some of the guys\nShootin' people was a normal thing (What up?)\nNo big deal\nMurder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\nYou got out of line, you got whacked\nEverybody knew the rules","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 17 Def Wish II\n  artist: Compton's Most Wanted\n  album: Music to Driveby (decaf)\n  duration_ms: 212007\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  So long man, have a good trip\n  Take that motherfucker! Take that motherfucker!\n  No! No! No! No! No!\n\n  For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted\n  Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n  You got out of line, you got whacked\n  Everybody knew the rules\n\n  Nigga get ready cause you can't hang\n  With the psycho motherfucker who's slangin' these gangsta thangs\n  Lock your doors, run and hide\n  Can't nothin' save you when the W-O-R-P\n  I'm puttin' suckers to sleep\n  Ready to make a motherfuckin' hit\n  Yeah we rollin' two deep\n  You shouldn't have made that tape but you pushed me\n\n  Eight hates punk ass card wearin' pussies\n  Mmm, you're ready from round one\n  Here it come fool\n  I got my dick in my hand, come and get some\n  Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers gettin' pesos\n  Sorry ass amigos screamin' like bitch hoes\n  If it wasn't for your happy ass sound, prancin' around\n  Nothin' but a sorry ass clown, stay the fuck down\n\n  Punk you can't fuck with this\n\n  See, first up is your death wish\n\n  Mmm, yeah, come on y'all\n\n  I guess it's time to get to the good part\n  Yeah you know it's the part when the eights start\n  With the routine, it's the same song\n  Peel another cap, now what's goin' on?\n  Yeah, tickety tock, it don't stop\n  Fool, you hear a click I bust your top\n  Why? No future\n\n  In your front and smoke your ass like a motherfuckin' blunt\n  Damn I hate you punk\n  Cause you're never equal, this motherfuckin' sequel\n  Tell me can you fade that black?\n\n  Or get stung like a fuckin' fifty pack\n  So it's the second Carter, oh sorry\n  Punk motherfuckers that's out like Atari\n\n  See a nigga you can get the fist\n\n  One more death wish\n\n  But sometimes even the people that\n  Didn't get out of line, they got whacked\n  Hits just became a habit for some of the guys\n  Shootin' people was a normal thing, no big deal\n\n  Last verse, don't curse\n  Nigga fuck that, Mike's got the gat\n  And I'm ready to bust a head or two or three\n  Bitch come deal with E\n  Yeah, so gangway as I punk another sucker\n  And I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker\n  I see the pain, fool take two\n  To the fuckin' jaw, yeah fuck you\n  A nigga from the city where shit\n\n  Just don't motherfuckin' quit\n  And jackin's my specialty G\n  Quick fast and mack ones and take your money\n  Yeah, and down for the motherfuckin' crew\n  Just like a bitch I gots to get paid too\n  I knock you out and when your punk ass come to\n  You'll realize it was a nightmare, death wish two\n\n  Yeah, yeah, Compton\n\n  Hits just became a habit for some of the guys\n  Shootin' people was a normal thing (What up?)\n  No big deal\n  Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line\n  You got out of line, you got whacked\n  Everybody knew the rules\n"},{"id":28553293,"name":"Def Wish II (Album Version)","trackName":"Def Wish II (Album Version)","artistName":"Compton's Most Wanted","albumName":"Music To Driveby","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Geah. the mc eiht's in the mutherfuckin house y'knowutumsayin?\nThe compton maniac\nHere to break your ass something off real proper y'knowutumsayin?\nDamn!\n\nSuckers i go for broke so dont choke on the smoke.\nCause if i hit the chronic eiht starts the rap bionic.\nSo enough with that punk shit.\nWith your fucked up lyrics you can't shoot the gift\nLike it should be shot.\nGots no hearts punk ass marks, dont start you'll get got.\nAnd at the end of the trail is whats left.\nIs a sucker mutherfucker who done simped to death.\nSo if ya got static go and gather up your army.\nYou'll be a short ass punk trying to harm me.\nI bet you sorry mc's never seen this.\nA sucker punk hung up by his penis.\nSo watch out for a sucker on the gank\nCause while compton's lynchin, i'm taking money to the bank.\nAnd its the mc eiht on your shit list.\nCommence to killing you off you gots your def wish.\n\nPhase 2, its the brother who be taxing.\nRunning over punks like my brother bo jackson.\nAs your card's on freeze frame your chicken.\nIt's the eiht double m and i'll keep sticking.\nAll that pay back shit is in effect.\nCause i'm the type a brother who'll blast your ass, check.\nSo if your biting my lyrics, then fool you'll pay.\nAs you commence to say em you'll get tooth decay.\nSo give up to the compton psycho,\nBiting me quik will mean you get the duck sick quick.\nNot a funny man, but still i gives surprises.\nLyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll rises.\nSo now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme.\nAnd now i hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams.\nAnother victory on my list.\nOne more punk ass fool with a def wish.\n\nNow say your prayers, because its difficult to get with this.\nI'll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist.\nNo mistakes i make, so don't fake.\nYous as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake.\nDont try to bargain with the maniac mistro.\nOn the stage i'm in a rage with a gangsta show.\nThe capital e, the capital i, the capital h,\nThe capital t, down mc.\nMike t is the partner down with me.\nSuckers got static, here goes the g-a-t.\nSo take a step up and play for the rhythm.\n>from compton boy, and this is what i give em.\nA blast from the gat just for talking that junk.\nFeel like handling the business might smoke the punk.\nI run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my ways.\nAnd don't be no hero like in the western days.\nAt sundown, you'll press your luck and try to shoot me.\nGrab your davey crocket, i'll grab my gangsta uzi.\nAnd after all that, you'll still be r.i.p.\nIf you fuck with me... fool theres your def wish.\n\nGeah, y'knowutumsayin? mc eiht stepping to the mutherfuckin 91\n\nMy dj mike t's in the mutherfuckin house.\nDown with the dj bolo, and unknown. geeeaaah.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Def Wish II (Album Version)\n  artist: Compton's Most Wanted\n  album: Music To Driveby\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Geah. the mc eiht's in the mutherfuckin house y'knowutumsayin?\n  The compton maniac\n  Here to break your ass something off real proper y'knowutumsayin?\n  Damn!\n\n  Suckers i go for broke so dont choke on the smoke.\n  Cause if i hit the chronic eiht starts the rap bionic.\n  So enough with that punk shit.\n  With your fucked up lyrics you can't shoot the gift\n  Like it should be shot.\n  Gots no hearts punk ass marks, dont start you'll get got.\n  And at the end of the trail is whats left.\n  Is a sucker mutherfucker who done simped to death.\n  So if ya got static go and gather up your army.\n  You'll be a short ass punk trying to harm me.\n  I bet you sorry mc's never seen this.\n  A sucker punk hung up by his penis.\n  So watch out for a sucker on the gank\n  Cause while compton's lynchin, i'm taking money to the bank.\n  And its the mc eiht on your shit list.\n  Commence to killing you off you gots your def wish.\n\n  Phase 2, its the brother who be taxing.\n  Running over punks like my brother bo jackson.\n  As your card's on freeze frame your chicken.\n  It's the eiht double m and i'll keep sticking.\n  All that pay back shit is in effect.\n  Cause i'm the type a brother who'll blast your ass, check.\n  So if your biting my lyrics, then fool you'll pay.\n  As you commence to say em you'll get tooth decay.\n  So give up to the compton psycho,\n  Biting me quik will mean you get the duck sick quick.\n  Not a funny man, but still i gives surprises.\n  Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll rises.\n  So now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme.\n  And now i hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams.\n  Another victory on my list.\n  One more punk ass fool with a def wish.\n\n  Now say your prayers, because its difficult to get with this.\n  I'll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist.\n  No mistakes i make, so don't fake.\n  Yous as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake.\n  Dont try to bargain with the maniac mistro.\n  On the stage i'm in a rage with a gangsta show.\n  The capital e, the capital i, the capital h,\n  The capital t, down mc.\n  Mike t is the partner down with me.\n  Suckers got static, here goes the g-a-t.\n  So take a step up and play for the rhythm.\n  >from compton boy, and this is what i give em.\n  A blast from the gat just for talking that junk.\n  Feel like handling the business might smoke the punk.\n  I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my ways.\n  And don't be no hero like in the western days.\n  At sundown, you'll press your luck and try to shoot me.\n  Grab your davey crocket, i'll grab my gangsta uzi.\n  And after all that, you'll still be r.i.p.\n  If you fuck with me... fool theres your def wish.\n\n  Geah, y'knowutumsayin? mc eiht stepping to the mutherfuckin 91\n\n  My dj mike t's in the mutherfuckin house.\n  Down with the dj bolo, and unknown. geeeaaah.\n"},{"id":13421112,"name":"Def Wish III","trackName":"Def Wish III","artistName":"MC Eiht featuring Compton’s Most Wanted","albumName":"We Come Strapped","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You got it started, so let me finish\nFool you can't fuck with the straight up menace, nigga\nIt's time to pull your fucking card\nBookworm, let me see you squirm cause you ain't that fucking hard\nHuh, you tried to put it to the test\nBut ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird chest, nigga\nCall me the night creeper, the grim reaper\nLike boss is deeper, can't escape the street sweeper\nUh, say hello to the motherfucking two\nAnd try to pimp like you're so damn cool\nNigga, I fly heads, leave your whole family dead\nSave the drama for your mama cause eiht flies lead\nYeah, I catch that ass up on the flip side\nEiht a loaded lit clip and quik died\nI'm giving you a chance to get your bail on\nI'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome\nNow throw your fucking hands in the air\nWhen eiht is evil cause I got the damn desert eagle, nigga\nYou on your ass like fast in a trap\nMe? I fuck your ass like a hoodrat bitch in heat\nTake two to your chin and punk I'm straight\nLike I said in the beginning don't fuck with eiht\n\nDon't fuck with eiht (repeat 4x)\n\nI need two straps to complete the task\nPutting double up fucking wholes in your ass\nThink fast, cause you ain't to quick to get dicked wit\nYou just another punk ass bitch talking bullshit\nUh, it's time to vamp, lick my nuts like a stamp\nBefore your ass breaks camp, you get fucked like a tramp\nNamed david, they should call you silly billy\nMark-ass nigga gets rolled like a philly\nAnd you don't want to see me\nDj quik in a khaki bikini\nYou're schiesty, keniving, skinny like a clucker\nMust be smoking, you's a short motherfucker\nYou can't handle these things when I slang\nCheap like swv you're too weak\nPut your shit up on a hanger\nNever could you fade a compton banger\nNigga, I'm the one that'll make you cancel all your shows\nStrictly for my niggas, so fuck them hoes\nNo sing no dance, no dance no sing\nJust your bald-headed ass with your lips on my big fat thing\nDef wish 3, fool, I lay you to bed\nNighty night, motherfucker, take two to the head\nJust some more eiht shit for that punk that I pop\nUh, and it just don't stop, uh, and it won't stop\nAnd it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop\nAnd it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop\nUh, don't fuck with eiht, bitches, sing\n\nDon't fuck with eiht (repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.36] You got it started, so let me finish\n[00:26.89] Fool you can't fuck with the straight up menace, nigga\n[00:29.57] It's time to pull your fucking card\n[00:31.35] Bookworm, let me see you squirm cause you ain't that fucking hard\n[00:34.98] Huh, you tried to put it to the test\n[00:37.74] But ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird chest, nigga\n[00:42.22] Call me the night creeper, the grim reaper\n[00:44.02] Like boss is deeper, can't escape the street sweeper\n[00:47.68] Uh, say hello to the motherfucking two\n[00:50.37] And try to pimp like you're so damn cool\n[00:53.04] Nigga, I fly heads, leave your whole family dead\n[00:55.76] Save the drama for your mama cause eiht flies lead\n[00:59.45] Yeah, I catch that ass up on the flip side\n[01:02.14] Eiht a loaded lit clip and quik died\n[01:05.70] I'm giving you a chance to get your bail on\n[01:08.56] I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome\n[01:11.21] Now throw your fucking hands in the air\n[01:13.97] When eiht is evil cause I got the damn desert eagle, nigga\n[01:17.53] You on your ass like fast in a trap\n[01:20.28] Me? I fuck your ass like a hoodrat bitch in heat\n[01:23.91] Take two to your chin and punk I'm straight\n[01:26.64] Like I said in the beginning don't fuck with eiht\n[01:29.32] Don't fuck with eiht (repeat 4x)\n[01:46.51] I need two straps to complete the task\n[01:50.16] Putting double up fucking wholes in your ass\n[01:52.86] Think fast, cause you ain't to quick to get dicked wit\n[01:56.45] You just another punk ass bitch talking bullshit\n[01:59.21] Uh, it's time to vamp, lick my nuts like a stamp\n[02:01.97] Before your ass breaks camp, you get fucked like a tramp\n[02:04.62] Named david, they should call you silly billy\n[02:07.39] Mark-ass nigga gets rolled like a philly\n[02:11.83] And you don't want to see me\n[02:13.63] Dj quik in a khaki bikini\n[02:17.27] You're schiesty, keniving, skinny like a clucker\n[02:20.09] Must be smoking, you's a short motherfucker\n[02:23.60] You can't handle these things when I slang\n[02:26.31] Cheap like swv you're too weak\n[02:29.02] Put your shit up on a hanger\n[02:31.72] Never could you fade a compton banger\n[02:34.40] Nigga, I'm the one that'll make you cancel all your shows\n[02:38.99] Strictly for my niggas, so fuck them hoes\n[02:41.67] No sing no dance, no dance no sing\n[02:44.46] Just your bald-headed ass with your lips on my big fat thing\n[02:48.04] Def wish 3, fool, I lay you to bed\n[02:50.71] Nighty night, motherfucker, take two to the head\n[02:53.57] Just some more eiht shit for that punk that I pop\n[02:57.11] Uh, and it just don't stop, uh, and it won't stop\n[03:02.52] And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop\n[03:04.34] And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop\n[03:07.94] Uh, don't fuck with eiht, bitches, sing\n[03:11.61] Don't fuck with eiht (repeat 4x)\n[03:40.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Def Wish III\n  artist: MC Eiht featuring Compton’s Most Wanted\n  album: We Come Strapped\n  duration_ms: 263000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You got it started, so let me finish\n  start_ms: 22360\n  end_ms: 26890\n- text: Fool you can't fuck with the straight up menace, nigga\n  start_ms: 26890\n  end_ms: 29570\n- text: It's time to pull your fucking card\n  start_ms: 29570\n  end_ms: 31350\n- text: Bookworm, let me see you squirm cause you ain't that fucking hard\n  start_ms: 31350\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: Huh, you tried to put it to the test\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 37740\n- text: But ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird chest, nigga\n  start_ms: 37740\n  end_ms: 42220\n- text: Call me the night creeper, the grim reaper\n  start_ms: 42220\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: Like boss is deeper, can't escape the street sweeper\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 47680\n- text: Uh, say hello to the motherfucking two\n  start_ms: 47680\n  end_ms: 50370\n- text: And try to pimp like you're so damn cool\n  start_ms: 50370\n  end_ms: 53040\n- text: Nigga, I fly heads, leave your whole family dead\n  start_ms: 53040\n  end_ms: 55760\n- text: Save the drama for your mama cause eiht flies lead\n  start_ms: 55760\n  end_ms: 59450\n- text: Yeah, I catch that ass up on the flip side\n  start_ms: 59450\n  end_ms: 62140\n- text: Eiht a loaded lit clip and quik died\n  start_ms: 62140\n  end_ms: 65700\n- text: I'm giving you a chance to get your bail on\n  start_ms: 65700\n  end_ms: 68560\n- text: I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome\n  start_ms: 68560\n  end_ms: 71210\n- text: Now throw your fucking hands in the air\n  start_ms: 71210\n  end_ms: 73970\n- text: When eiht is evil cause I got the damn desert eagle, nigga\n  start_ms: 73970\n  end_ms: 77530\n- text: You on your ass like fast in a trap\n  start_ms: 77530\n  end_ms: 80280\n- text: Me? 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Coral\nIt was you and then about five of y'all hangin\nStandin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n(Ain't nuthin but marks)\nApproached me with your \"P\" hat\nBut I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\nBut I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\nBut you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\nI shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\nYour eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\nDavid Blake: you fake as fuck!\nI mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\nI guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\nServin me a drink in your khaki bikini\nOh geah, just like I said before\nAin't nuthin but the ho on my dick\nLittle trick named Quik\nGeah, quick to get fucked one time\nYou better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\nAnd nigga, checks this\nFill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\nNiggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\nI wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n(You know where we from)\nCan't fade it, better fear it\nPlayin around with the hood you get got\nNick name should be Spot for that eye you got\nYou and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\nMy nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\nNo muthafuckin truce\nGet the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\nDon't make me have to act up\nCause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\nOriginal bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape\nOriginal Compton representin to the T\nGivin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\nGo run right through you\nAnd before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\nSlick talkin, fast walkin\nNigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\nYou ain't worth a penny\nNever had a damn eye, dotted so many\nTimes, two times, three times\nYou fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\nAnd if you wanna get with this you best to dash\nGeah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n\nWest Side\nFool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\nUh\nAin't nuthin but the new style, you know?\nI likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n9 to the fizive-0, fool\nYou can't fuck with these killas\nSo stay the fuck back\nAnd rounds up your little homies and shit\nCause we comes a 159 deep nigga\nTrue Blue from the streets\nWessyyyde","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] \"Oh nigga guess what!\n[00:01.83] Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!\n[00:04.97] I know where they be kickin it at\n[00:07.05] Down with a 187?\"\n[00:11.52] Eeerrr...\n[00:12.72] Geah\n[00:13.78] Geah\n[00:14.39] In the muthafuckin house, fool\n[00:15.50] For the 9 to the fizive-O\n[00:17.13] The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house\n[00:19.76] Geah\n[00:21.66] And like my nigga E-40 say:\n[00:23.99] We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here\n[00:26.52] Tha Eihthype thugs\n[00:27.58] C.M.W\n[00:28.18] N.O.T.R\n[00:29.16] Lil Hawk & Bird\n[00:29.93] Da Foe\n[00:31.53] I'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot\n[00:34.04] Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot\n[00:36.77] And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin\n[00:40.05] Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin\n[00:42.69] We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip\n[00:45.78] Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip\n[00:48.73] Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin\n[00:51.56] When the 9 mill starts unloadin\n[00:54.20] You better be watchin what you sayin\n[00:55.67] Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin\n[00:59.28] Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block\n[01:01.91] Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier\n[01:04.98] Don't wanna catch the slug\n[01:06.70] But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug\n[01:10.05] Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this\n[01:12.64] Report your homies for domestic violence\n[01:15.45] For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block\n[01:18.07] Dash, David Gash, I'mma tap that ass\n[01:21.67] \"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em\n[01:24.14] Shit it ain't that hard\"\n[01:36.47] I'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met\n[01:39.47] The story that you told was some fake bullshit\n[01:42.68] It was me and Chill my pal\n[01:44.93] The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral\n[01:47.33] It was you and then about five of y'all hangin\n[01:50.28] Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n[01:52.26] (Ain't nuthin but marks)\n[01:53.52] Approached me with your \"P\" hat\n[01:55.47] But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\n[01:58.72] But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\n[02:01.26] But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\n[02:03.90] I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\n[02:05.77] Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\n[02:09.03] David Blake: you fake as fuck!\n[02:11.66] I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\n[02:14.77] I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\n[02:17.11] Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini\n[02:19.70] Oh geah, just like I said before\n[02:21.83] Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick\n[02:23.82] Little trick named Quik\n[02:25.87] Geah, quick to get fucked one time\n[02:27.92] You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\n[02:30.44] And nigga, checks this\n[02:33.45] Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\n[02:36.53] Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\n[02:39.00] I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n[02:41.19] (You know where we from)\n[02:41.99] Can't fade it, better fear it\n[02:43.66] Playin around with the hood you get got\n[02:49.36] Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got\n[02:53.43] You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\n[02:55.24] My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\n[02:57.94] No muthafuckin truce\n[02:59.52] Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\n[03:03.27] Don't make me have to act up\n[03:05.48] Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\n[03:08.70] Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n[03:10.84] 'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape\n[03:13.80] Original Compton representin to the T\n[03:16.47] Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\n[03:19.56] Go run right through you\n[03:21.17] And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\n[03:25.17] Slick talkin, fast walkin\n[03:26.73] Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\n[03:30.10] You ain't worth a penny\n[03:32.73] Never had a damn eye, dotted so many\n[03:35.50] Times, two times, three times\n[03:37.92] You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\n[03:40.63] And if you wanna get with this you best to dash\n[03:44.24] Geah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n[03:46.94] West Side\n[03:50.51] Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\n[03:56.56] Uh\n[03:58.28] Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?\n[04:00.46] I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n[04:03.09] 9 to the fizive-0, fool\n[04:05.97] You can't fuck with these killas\n[04:07.15] So stay the fuck back\n[04:09.08] And rounds up your little homies and shit\n[04:10.74] Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga\n[04:13.62] True Blue from the streets\n[04:14.72] Wessyyyde\n[04:17.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Def 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84140\n- text: Shit it ain't that hard\"\n  start_ms: 84140\n  end_ms: 96470\n- text: I'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met\n  start_ms: 96470\n  end_ms: 99470\n- text: The story that you told was some fake bullshit\n  start_ms: 99470\n  end_ms: 102680\n- text: It was me and Chill my pal\n  start_ms: 102680\n  end_ms: 104930\n- text: The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral\n  start_ms: 104930\n  end_ms: 107330\n- text: It was you and then about five of y'all hangin\n  start_ms: 107330\n  end_ms: 110280\n- text: Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n  start_ms: 110280\n  end_ms: 112260\n- text: (Ain't nuthin but marks)\n  start_ms: 112260\n  end_ms: 113520\n- text: Approached me with your \"P\" hat\n  start_ms: 113520\n  end_ms: 115470\n- text: But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\n  start_ms: 115470\n  end_ms: 118720\n- text: But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\n  start_ms: 118720\n  end_ms: 121260\n- text: But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\n  start_ms: 121260\n  end_ms: 123900\n- text: I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\n  start_ms: 123900\n  end_ms: 125770\n- text: Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\n  start_ms: 125770\n  end_ms: 129030\n- text: 'David Blake: you fake as fuck!'\n  start_ms: 129030\n  end_ms: 131660\n- text: I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\n  start_ms: 131660\n  end_ms: 134770\n- text: I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\n  start_ms: 134770\n  end_ms: 137110\n- text: Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini\n  start_ms: 137110\n  end_ms: 139700\n- text: Oh geah, just like I said before\n  start_ms: 139700\n  end_ms: 141830\n- text: Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick\n  start_ms: 141830\n  end_ms: 143820\n- text: Little trick named Quik\n  start_ms: 143820\n  end_ms: 145870\n- text: Geah, quick to get fucked one time\n  start_ms: 145870\n  end_ms: 147920\n- text: You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\n  start_ms: 147920\n  end_ms: 150440\n- text: And nigga, checks this\n  start_ms: 150440\n  end_ms: 153450\n- text: Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\n  start_ms: 153450\n  end_ms: 156530\n- text: Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\n  start_ms: 156530\n  end_ms: 159000\n- text: I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n  start_ms: 159000\n  end_ms: 161190\n- text: (You know where we from)\n  start_ms: 161190\n  end_ms: 161990\n- text: Can't fade it, better fear it\n  start_ms: 161990\n  end_ms: 163660\n- text: Playin around with the hood you get got\n  start_ms: 163660\n  end_ms: 169360\n- text: Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got\n  start_ms: 169360\n  end_ms: 173430\n- text: You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\n  start_ms: 173430\n  end_ms: 175240\n- text: My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\n  start_ms: 175240\n  end_ms: 177940\n- text: No muthafuckin truce\n  start_ms: 177940\n  end_ms: 179520\n- text: Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\n  start_ms: 179520\n  end_ms: 183270\n- text: Don't make me have to act up\n  start_ms: 183270\n  end_ms: 185480\n- text: Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\n  start_ms: 185480\n  end_ms: 188700\n- text: Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n  start_ms: 188700\n  end_ms: 190840\n- text: '''member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape'\n  start_ms: 190840\n  end_ms: 193800\n- text: Original Compton representin to the T\n  start_ms: 193800\n  end_ms: 196470\n- text: Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\n  start_ms: 196470\n  end_ms: 199560\n- text: Go run right through you\n  start_ms: 199560\n  end_ms: 201170\n- text: And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\n  start_ms: 201170\n  end_ms: 205170\n- text: Slick talkin, fast walkin\n  start_ms: 205170\n  end_ms: 206730\n- text: Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\n  start_ms: 206730\n  end_ms: 210100\n- text: You ain't worth a penny\n  start_ms: 210100\n  end_ms: 212730\n- text: Never had a damn eye, dotted so many\n  start_ms: 212730\n  end_ms: 215500\n- text: Times, two times, three times\n  start_ms: 215500\n  end_ms: 217920\n- text: You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\n  start_ms: 217920\n  end_ms: 220630\n- text: And if you wanna get with this you best to dash\n  start_ms: 220630\n  end_ms: 224240\n- text: Geah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n  start_ms: 224240\n  end_ms: 226940\n- text: West Side\n  start_ms: 226940\n  end_ms: 230510\n- text: Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\n  start_ms: 230510\n  end_ms: 236560\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238280\n- text: Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?\n  start_ms: 238280\n  end_ms: 240460\n- text: I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n  start_ms: 240460\n  end_ms: 243090\n- text: 9 to the fizive-0, fool\n  start_ms: 243090\n  end_ms: 245970\n- text: You can't fuck with these killas\n  start_ms: 245970\n  end_ms: 247150\n- text: So stay the fuck back\n  start_ms: 247150\n  end_ms: 249080\n- text: And rounds up your little homies and shit\n  start_ms: 249080\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga\n  start_ms: 250740\n  end_ms: 253620\n- text: True Blue from the streets\n  start_ms: 253620\n  end_ms: 254720\n- text: Wessyyyde\n  start_ms: 254720\n  end_ms: 257290\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 257290\nplain: |-\n  \"Oh nigga guess what!\n  Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!\n  I know where they be kickin it at\n  Down with a 187?\"\n\n  Eeerrr...\n  Geah\n  Geah\n  In the muthafuckin house, fool\n  For the 9 to the fizive-O\n  The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house\n  Geah\n  And like my nigga E-40 say:\n  We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here\n  Tha Eihthype thugs\n  C.M.W\n  N.O.T.R\n  Lil Hawk & Bird\n  Da Foe\n\n  I'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot\n  Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot\n  And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin\n  Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin\n  We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip\n  Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip\n  Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin\n  When the 9 mill starts unloadin\n  You better be watchin what you sayin\n  Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin\n  Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block\n  Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier\n  Don't wanna catch the slug\n  But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug\n  Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this\n  Report your homies for domestic violence\n  For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block\n  Dash, David Gash, I'mma tap that ass\n\n  \"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em\n  Shit it ain't that hard\"\n\n  I'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met\n  The story that you told was some fake bullshit\n  It was me and Chill my pal\n  The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral\n  It was you and then about five of y'all hangin\n  Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n  (Ain't nuthin but marks)\n  Approached me with your \"P\" hat\n  But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\n  But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\n  But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\n  I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\n  Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\n  David Blake: you fake as fuck!\n  I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\n  I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\n  Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini\n  Oh geah, just like I said before\n  Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick\n  Little trick named Quik\n  Geah, quick to get fucked one time\n  You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\n  And nigga, checks this\n  Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\n  Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\n  I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n  (You know where we from)\n  Can't fade it, better fear it\n  Playin around with the hood you get got\n  Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got\n  You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\n  My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\n  No muthafuckin truce\n  Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\n  Don't make me have to act up\n  Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\n  Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n  'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape\n  Original Compton representin to the T\n  Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\n  Go run right through you\n  And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\n  Slick talkin, fast walkin\n  Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\n  You ain't worth a penny\n  Never had a damn eye, dotted so many\n  Times, two times, three times\n  You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\n  And if you wanna get with this you best to dash\n  Geah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n\n  West Side\n  Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\n  Uh\n  Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?\n  I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n  9 to the fizive-0, fool\n  You can't fuck with these killas\n  So stay the fuck back\n  And rounds up your little homies and shit\n  Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga\n  True Blue from the streets\n  Wessyyyde\n"},{"id":10549093,"name":"Def Wish IV","trackName":"Def Wish IV","artistName":"MC Eiht featuring Compton’s Most Wanted","albumName":"Death Threatz","duration":334.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Oh nigga guess what!\nWord got back about the little marks who jacked you!\nI know where they be kickin it at\nDown with a 187?\"\n\nEeerrr...\nGeah\nGeah\nIn the muthafuckin house, fool\nFor the 9 to the fizive-O\nThe Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house\nGeah\nAnd like my nigga E-40 say:\nWe got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here\nTha Eihthype thugs\nC.M.W\nN.O.T.R\nLil Hawk & Bird\nDa Foe\n\nI'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot\nOut the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot\nAnd ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin\nNever-be-hangin, one-street-bangin\nWe don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip\nRunnin, start runnin, you best not trip\nFast from the hip (pop pop) explodin\nWhen the 9 mill starts unloadin\nYou better be watchin what you sayin\nCause niggas from 159th ain't playin\nTrey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block\nMass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier\nDon't wanna catch the slug\nBut you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug\nCan't get no respect, well punk, then try this\nReport your homies for domestic violence\nFor beatin your bitch ass up and down the block\nDash, David Gash, I'mma tap that ass\n\n\"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em\nShit it ain't that hard\"\n\nI'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met\nThe story that you told was some fake bullshit\nIt was me and Chill my pal\nThe scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral\nIt was you and then about five of y'all hangin\nStandin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n(Ain't nuthin but marks)\nApproached me with your \"P\" hat\nBut I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\nBut I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\nBut you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\nI shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\nYour eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\nDavid Blake: you fake as fuck!\nI mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\nI guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\nServin me a drink in your khaki bikini\nOh geah, just like I said before\nAin't nuthin but the ho on my dick\nLittle trick named Quik\nGeah, quick to get fucked one time\nYou better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\nAnd nigga, checks this\nFill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\nNiggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\nI wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n(You know where we from)\nCan't fade it, better fear it\nPlayin around with the hood you get got\nNick name should be Spot for that eye you got\nYou and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\nMy nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\nNo muthafuckin truce\nGet the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\nDon't make me have to act up\nCause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\nOriginal bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape\nOriginal Compton representin to the T\nGivin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\nGo run right through you\nAnd before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\nSlick talkin, fast walkin\nNigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\nYou ain't worth a penny\nNever had a damn eye, dotted so many\nTimes, two times, three times\nYou fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\nAnd if you wanna get with this you best to dash\nGeah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n\nWest Side\nFool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\nUh\nAin't nuthin but the new style, you know?\nI likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n9 to the fizive-0, fool\nYou can't fuck with these killas\nSo stay the fuck back\nAnd rounds up your little homies and shit\nCause we comes a 159 deep nigga\nTrue Blue from the streets\nWessyyyde","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] \"Oh nigga guess what!\n[00:01.83] Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!\n[00:04.97] I know where they be kickin it at\n[00:07.05] Down with a 187?\"\n[00:11.52] Eeerrr...\n[00:12.72] Geah\n[00:13.78] Geah\n[00:14.39] In the muthafuckin house, fool\n[00:15.50] For the 9 to the fizive-O\n[00:17.13] The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house\n[00:19.76] Geah\n[00:21.66] And like my nigga E-40 say:\n[00:23.99] We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here\n[00:26.52] Tha Eihthype thugs\n[00:27.58] C.M.W\n[00:28.18] N.O.T.R\n[00:29.16] Lil Hawk & Bird\n[00:29.93] Da Foe\n[00:31.53] I'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot\n[00:34.04] Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot\n[00:36.77] And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin\n[00:40.05] Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin\n[00:42.69] We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip\n[00:45.78] Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip\n[00:48.73] Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin\n[00:51.56] When the 9 mill starts unloadin\n[00:54.20] You better be watchin what you sayin\n[00:55.67] Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin\n[00:59.28] Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block\n[01:01.91] Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier\n[01:04.98] Don't wanna catch the slug\n[01:06.70] But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug\n[01:10.05] Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this\n[01:12.64] Report your homies for domestic violence\n[01:15.45] For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block\n[01:18.07] Dash, David Gash, I'mma tap that ass\n[01:21.67] \"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em\n[01:24.14] Shit it ain't that hard\"\n[01:36.47] I'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met\n[01:39.47] The story that you told was some fake bullshit\n[01:42.68] It was me and Chill my pal\n[01:44.93] The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral\n[01:47.33] It was you and then about five of y'all hangin\n[01:50.28] Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n[01:52.26] (Ain't nuthin but marks)\n[01:53.52] Approached me with your \"P\" hat\n[01:55.47] But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\n[01:58.72] But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\n[02:01.26] But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\n[02:03.90] I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\n[02:05.77] Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\n[02:09.03] David Blake: you fake as fuck!\n[02:11.66] I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\n[02:14.77] I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\n[02:17.11] Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini\n[02:19.70] Oh geah, just like I said before\n[02:21.83] Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick\n[02:23.82] Little trick named Quik\n[02:25.87] Geah, quick to get fucked one time\n[02:27.92] You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\n[02:30.44] And nigga, checks this\n[02:33.45] Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\n[02:36.53] Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\n[02:39.00] I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n[02:41.19] (You know where we from)\n[02:41.99] Can't fade it, better fear it\n[02:43.66] Playin around with the hood you get got\n[02:49.36] Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got\n[02:53.43] You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\n[02:55.24] My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\n[02:57.94] No muthafuckin truce\n[02:59.52] Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\n[03:03.27] Don't make me have to act up\n[03:05.48] Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\n[03:08.70] Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n[03:10.84] 'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape\n[03:13.80] Original Compton representin to the T\n[03:16.47] Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\n[03:19.56] Go run right through you\n[03:21.17] And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\n[03:25.17] Slick talkin, fast walkin\n[03:26.73] Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\n[03:30.10] You ain't worth a penny\n[03:32.73] Never had a damn eye, dotted so many\n[03:35.50] Times, two times, three times\n[03:37.92] You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\n[03:40.63] And if you wanna get with this you best to dash\n[03:44.24] Geah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n[03:46.94] West Side\n[03:50.51] Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\n[03:56.56] Uh\n[03:58.28] Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?\n[04:00.46] I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n[04:03.09] 9 to the fizive-0, fool\n[04:05.97] You can't fuck with these killas\n[04:07.15] So stay the fuck back\n[04:09.08] And rounds up your little homies and shit\n[04:10.74] Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga\n[04:13.62] True Blue from the streets\n[04:14.72] Wessyyyde\n[04:17.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Def Wish IV\n  artist: MC Eiht featuring Compton’s Most Wanted\n  album: Death Threatz\n  duration_ms: 334000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Oh nigga guess what!'\n  start_ms: 210\n  end_ms: 1830\n- text: Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 4970\n- text: I know where they be kickin it at\n  start_ms: 4970\n  end_ms: 7050\n- text: Down with a 187?\"\n  start_ms: 7050\n  end_ms: 11520\n- text: Eeerrr...\n  start_ms: 11520\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Geah\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 13780\n- text: Geah\n  start_ms: 13780\n  end_ms: 14390\n- text: In the muthafuckin house, fool\n  start_ms: 14390\n  end_ms: 15500\n- text: For the 9 to the fizive-O\n  start_ms: 15500\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 19760\n- text: Geah\n  start_ms: 19760\n  end_ms: 21660\n- text: 'And like my nigga E-40 say:'\n  start_ms: 21660\n  end_ms: 23990\n- text: We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here\n  start_ms: 23990\n  end_ms: 26520\n- text: Tha Eihthype thugs\n  start_ms: 26520\n  end_ms: 27580\n- text: C.M.W\n  start_ms: 27580\n  end_ms: 28180\n- text: N.O.T.R\n  start_ms: 28180\n  end_ms: 29160\n- text: Lil Hawk & Bird\n  start_ms: 29160\n  end_ms: 29930\n- text: Da Foe\n  start_ms: 29930\n  end_ms: 31530\n- text: I'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot\n  start_ms: 31530\n  end_ms: 34040\n- text: Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot\n  start_ms: 34040\n  end_ms: 36770\n- text: And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin\n  start_ms: 36770\n  end_ms: 40050\n- text: Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin\n  start_ms: 40050\n  end_ms: 42690\n- text: We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip\n  start_ms: 42690\n  end_ms: 45780\n- text: Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip\n  start_ms: 45780\n  end_ms: 48730\n- text: Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin\n  start_ms: 48730\n  end_ms: 51560\n- text: When the 9 mill starts unloadin\n  start_ms: 51560\n  end_ms: 54200\n- text: You better be watchin what you sayin\n  start_ms: 54200\n  end_ms: 55670\n- text: Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin\n  start_ms: 55670\n  end_ms: 59280\n- text: Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block\n  start_ms: 59280\n  end_ms: 61910\n- text: Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier\n  start_ms: 61910\n  end_ms: 64980\n- text: Don't wanna catch the slug\n  start_ms: 64980\n  end_ms: 66700\n- text: But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug\n  start_ms: 66700\n  end_ms: 70050\n- text: Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this\n  start_ms: 70050\n  end_ms: 72640\n- text: Report your homies for domestic violence\n  start_ms: 72640\n  end_ms: 75450\n- text: For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block\n  start_ms: 75450\n  end_ms: 78070\n- text: Dash, David Gash, I'mma tap that ass\n  start_ms: 78070\n  end_ms: 81670\n- text: '\"Now we just gon'' find these little marks and smoke ''em'\n  start_ms: 81670\n  end_ms: 84140\n- text: Shit it ain't that hard\"\n  start_ms: 84140\n  end_ms: 96470\n- text: I'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met\n  start_ms: 96470\n  end_ms: 99470\n- text: The story that you told was some fake bullshit\n  start_ms: 99470\n  end_ms: 102680\n- text: It was me and Chill my pal\n  start_ms: 102680\n  end_ms: 104930\n- text: The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral\n  start_ms: 104930\n  end_ms: 107330\n- text: It was you and then about five of y'all hangin\n  start_ms: 107330\n  end_ms: 110280\n- text: Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n  start_ms: 110280\n  end_ms: 112260\n- text: (Ain't nuthin but marks)\n  start_ms: 112260\n  end_ms: 113520\n- text: Approached me with your \"P\" hat\n  start_ms: 113520\n  end_ms: 115470\n- text: But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\n  start_ms: 115470\n  end_ms: 118720\n- text: But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\n  start_ms: 118720\n  end_ms: 121260\n- text: But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\n  start_ms: 121260\n  end_ms: 123900\n- text: I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\n  start_ms: 123900\n  end_ms: 125770\n- text: Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\n  start_ms: 125770\n  end_ms: 129030\n- text: 'David Blake: you fake as fuck!'\n  start_ms: 129030\n  end_ms: 131660\n- text: I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\n  start_ms: 131660\n  end_ms: 134770\n- text: I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\n  start_ms: 134770\n  end_ms: 137110\n- text: Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini\n  start_ms: 137110\n  end_ms: 139700\n- text: Oh geah, just like I said before\n  start_ms: 139700\n  end_ms: 141830\n- text: Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick\n  start_ms: 141830\n  end_ms: 143820\n- text: Little trick named Quik\n  start_ms: 143820\n  end_ms: 145870\n- text: Geah, quick to get fucked one time\n  start_ms: 145870\n  end_ms: 147920\n- text: You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\n  start_ms: 147920\n  end_ms: 150440\n- text: And nigga, checks this\n  start_ms: 150440\n  end_ms: 153450\n- text: Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\n  start_ms: 153450\n  end_ms: 156530\n- text: Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\n  start_ms: 156530\n  end_ms: 159000\n- text: I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n  start_ms: 159000\n  end_ms: 161190\n- text: (You know where we from)\n  start_ms: 161190\n  end_ms: 161990\n- text: Can't fade it, better fear it\n  start_ms: 161990\n  end_ms: 163660\n- text: Playin around with the hood you get got\n  start_ms: 163660\n  end_ms: 169360\n- text: Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got\n  start_ms: 169360\n  end_ms: 173430\n- text: You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\n  start_ms: 173430\n  end_ms: 175240\n- text: My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\n  start_ms: 175240\n  end_ms: 177940\n- text: No muthafuckin truce\n  start_ms: 177940\n  end_ms: 179520\n- text: Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\n  start_ms: 179520\n  end_ms: 183270\n- text: Don't make me have to act up\n  start_ms: 183270\n  end_ms: 185480\n- text: Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\n  start_ms: 185480\n  end_ms: 188700\n- text: Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n  start_ms: 188700\n  end_ms: 190840\n- text: '''member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape'\n  start_ms: 190840\n  end_ms: 193800\n- text: Original Compton representin to the T\n  start_ms: 193800\n  end_ms: 196470\n- text: Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\n  start_ms: 196470\n  end_ms: 199560\n- text: Go run right through you\n  start_ms: 199560\n  end_ms: 201170\n- text: And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\n  start_ms: 201170\n  end_ms: 205170\n- text: Slick talkin, fast walkin\n  start_ms: 205170\n  end_ms: 206730\n- text: Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\n  start_ms: 206730\n  end_ms: 210100\n- text: You ain't worth a penny\n  start_ms: 210100\n  end_ms: 212730\n- text: Never had a damn eye, dotted so many\n  start_ms: 212730\n  end_ms: 215500\n- text: Times, two times, three times\n  start_ms: 215500\n  end_ms: 217920\n- text: You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\n  start_ms: 217920\n  end_ms: 220630\n- text: And if you wanna get with this you best to dash\n  start_ms: 220630\n  end_ms: 224240\n- text: Geah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n  start_ms: 224240\n  end_ms: 226940\n- text: West Side\n  start_ms: 226940\n  end_ms: 230510\n- text: Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\n  start_ms: 230510\n  end_ms: 236560\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238280\n- text: Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?\n  start_ms: 238280\n  end_ms: 240460\n- text: I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n  start_ms: 240460\n  end_ms: 243090\n- text: 9 to the fizive-0, fool\n  start_ms: 243090\n  end_ms: 245970\n- text: You can't fuck with these killas\n  start_ms: 245970\n  end_ms: 247150\n- text: So stay the fuck back\n  start_ms: 247150\n  end_ms: 249080\n- text: And rounds up your little homies and shit\n  start_ms: 249080\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga\n  start_ms: 250740\n  end_ms: 253620\n- text: True Blue from the streets\n  start_ms: 253620\n  end_ms: 254720\n- text: Wessyyyde\n  start_ms: 254720\n  end_ms: 257290\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 257290\nplain: |-\n  \"Oh nigga guess what!\n  Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!\n  I know where they be kickin it at\n  Down with a 187?\"\n\n  Eeerrr...\n  Geah\n  Geah\n  In the muthafuckin house, fool\n  For the 9 to the fizive-O\n  The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house\n  Geah\n  And like my nigga E-40 say:\n  We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here\n  Tha Eihthype thugs\n  C.M.W\n  N.O.T.R\n  Lil Hawk & Bird\n  Da Foe\n\n  I'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot\n  Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot\n  And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin\n  Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin\n  We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip\n  Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip\n  Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin\n  When the 9 mill starts unloadin\n  You better be watchin what you sayin\n  Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin\n  Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block\n  Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier\n  Don't wanna catch the slug\n  But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug\n  Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this\n  Report your homies for domestic violence\n  For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block\n  Dash, David Gash, I'mma tap that ass\n\n  \"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em\n  Shit it ain't that hard\"\n\n  I'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met\n  The story that you told was some fake bullshit\n  It was me and Chill my pal\n  The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral\n  It was you and then about five of y'all hangin\n  Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n  (Ain't nuthin but marks)\n  Approached me with your \"P\" hat\n  But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\n  But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\n  But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\n  I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\n  Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\n  David Blake: you fake as fuck!\n  I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\n  I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\n  Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini\n  Oh geah, just like I said before\n  Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick\n  Little trick named Quik\n  Geah, quick to get fucked one time\n  You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\n  And nigga, checks this\n  Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\n  Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\n  I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n  (You know where we from)\n  Can't fade it, better fear it\n  Playin around with the hood you get got\n  Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got\n  You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\n  My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\n  No muthafuckin truce\n  Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\n  Don't make me have to act up\n  Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\n  Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n  'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape\n  Original Compton representin to the T\n  Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\n  Go run right through you\n  And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\n  Slick talkin, fast walkin\n  Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\n  You ain't worth a penny\n  Never had a damn eye, dotted so many\n  Times, two times, three times\n  You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\n  And if you wanna get with this you best to dash\n  Geah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n\n  West Side\n  Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\n  Uh\n  Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?\n  I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n  9 to the fizive-0, fool\n  You can't fuck with these killas\n  So stay the fuck back\n  And rounds up your little homies and shit\n  Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga\n  True Blue from the streets\n  Wessyyyde\n"},{"id":14686173,"name":"Def Wish III (intro)","trackName":"Def Wish III (intro)","artistName":"MC Eiht featuring Compton’s Most Wanted","albumName":"We Come Strapped","duration":58.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You got it started, so let me finish\nFool you can't fuck with the straight up menace, nigga\nIt's time to pull your fucking card\nBookworm, let me see you squirm cause you ain't that fucking hard\nHuh, you tried to put it to the test\nBut ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird chest, nigga\nCall me the night creeper, the grim reaper\nLike boss is deeper, can't escape the street sweeper\nUh, say hello to the motherfucking two\nAnd try to pimp like you're so damn cool\nNigga, I fly heads, leave your whole family dead\nSave the drama for your mama cause eiht flies lead\nYeah, I catch that ass up on the flip side\nEiht a loaded lit clip and quik died\nI'm giving you a chance to get your bail on\nI'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome\nNow throw your fucking hands in the air\nWhen eiht is evil cause I got the damn desert eagle, nigga\nYou on your ass like fast in a trap\nMe? I fuck your ass like a hoodrat bitch in heat\nTake two to your chin and punk I'm straight\nLike I said in the beginning don't fuck with eiht\n\nDon't fuck with eiht (repeat 4x)\n\nI need two straps to complete the task\nPutting double up fucking wholes in your ass\nThink fast, cause you ain't to quick to get dicked wit\nYou just another punk ass bitch talking bullshit\nUh, it's time to vamp, lick my nuts like a stamp\nBefore your ass breaks camp, you get fucked like a tramp\nNamed david, they should call you silly billy\nMark-ass nigga gets rolled like a philly\nAnd you don't want to see me\nDj quik in a khaki bikini\nYou're schiesty, keniving, skinny like a clucker\nMust be smoking, you's a short motherfucker\nYou can't handle these things when I slang\nCheap like swv you're too weak\nPut your shit up on a hanger\nNever could you fade a compton banger\nNigga, I'm the one that'll make you cancel all your shows\nStrictly for my niggas, so fuck them hoes\nNo sing no dance, no dance no sing\nJust your bald-headed ass with your lips on my big fat thing\nDef wish 3, fool, I lay you to bed\nNighty night, motherfucker, take two to the head\nJust some more eiht shit for that punk that I pop\nUh, and it just don't stop, uh, and it won't stop\nAnd it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop\nAnd it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop\nUh, don't fuck with eiht, bitches, sing\n\nDon't fuck with eiht (repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Def Wish III (intro)\n  artist: MC Eiht featuring Compton’s Most Wanted\n  album: We Come Strapped\n  duration_ms: 58000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You got it started, so let me finish\n  Fool you can't fuck with the straight up menace, nigga\n  It's time to pull your fucking card\n  Bookworm, let me see you squirm cause you ain't that fucking hard\n  Huh, you tried to put it to the test\n  But ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird chest, nigga\n  Call me the night creeper, the grim reaper\n  Like boss is deeper, can't escape the street sweeper\n  Uh, say hello to the motherfucking two\n  And try to pimp like you're so damn cool\n  Nigga, I fly heads, leave your whole family dead\n  Save the drama for your mama cause eiht flies lead\n  Yeah, I catch that ass up on the flip side\n  Eiht a loaded lit clip and quik died\n  I'm giving you a chance to get your bail on\n  I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome\n  Now throw your fucking hands in the air\n  When eiht is evil cause I got the damn desert eagle, nigga\n  You on your ass like fast in a trap\n  Me? I fuck your ass like a hoodrat bitch in heat\n  Take two to your chin and punk I'm straight\n  Like I said in the beginning don't fuck with eiht\n\n  Don't fuck with eiht (repeat 4x)\n\n  I need two straps to complete the task\n  Putting double up fucking wholes in your ass\n  Think fast, cause you ain't to quick to get dicked wit\n  You just another punk ass bitch talking bullshit\n  Uh, it's time to vamp, lick my nuts like a stamp\n  Before your ass breaks camp, you get fucked like a tramp\n  Named david, they should call you silly billy\n  Mark-ass nigga gets rolled like a philly\n  And you don't want to see me\n  Dj quik in a khaki bikini\n  You're schiesty, keniving, skinny like a clucker\n  Must be smoking, you's a short motherfucker\n  You can't handle these things when I slang\n  Cheap like swv you're too weak\n  Put your shit up on a hanger\n  Never could you fade a compton banger\n  Nigga, I'm the one that'll make you cancel all your shows\n  Strictly for my niggas, so fuck them hoes\n  No sing no dance, no dance no sing\n  Just your bald-headed ass with your lips on my big fat thing\n  Def wish 3, fool, I lay you to bed\n  Nighty night, motherfucker, take two to the head\n  Just some more eiht shit for that punk that I pop\n  Uh, and it just don't stop, uh, and it won't stop\n  And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop\n  And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop\n  Uh, don't fuck with eiht, bitches, sing\n\n  Don't fuck with eiht (repeat 4x)\n"},{"id":10549094,"name":"Def Wish IV (Tap That Azz)","trackName":"Def Wish IV (Tap That Azz)","artistName":"Eiht, MC featuring Compton’s Most Wanted","albumName":"Death Threatz","duration":334.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Oh nigga guess what!\nWord got back about the little marks who jacked you!\nI know where they be kickin it at\nDown with a 187?\"\n\nEeerrr...\nGeah\nGeah\nIn the muthafuckin house, fool\nFor the 9 to the fizive-O\nThe Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house\nGeah\nAnd like my nigga E-40 say:\nWe got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here\nTha Eihthype thugs\nC.M.W\nN.O.T.R\nLil Hawk & Bird\nDa Foe\n\nI'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot\nOut the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot\nAnd ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin\nNever-be-hangin, one-street-bangin\nWe don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip\nRunnin, start runnin, you best not trip\nFast from the hip (pop pop) explodin\nWhen the 9 mill starts unloadin\nYou better be watchin what you sayin\nCause niggas from 159th ain't playin\nTrey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block\nMass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier\nDon't wanna catch the slug\nBut you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug\nCan't get no respect, well punk, then try this\nReport your homies for domestic violence\nFor beatin your bitch ass up and down the block\nDash, David Gash, I'mma tap that ass\n\n\"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em\nShit it ain't that hard\"\n\nI'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met\nThe story that you told was some fake bullshit\nIt was me and Chill my pal\nThe scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral\nIt was you and then about five of y'all hangin\nStandin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n(Ain't nuthin but marks)\nApproached me with your \"P\" hat\nBut I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\nBut I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\nBut you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\nI shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\nYour eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\nDavid Blake: you fake as fuck!\nI mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\nI guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\nServin me a drink in your khaki bikini\nOh geah, just like I said before\nAin't nuthin but the ho on my dick\nLittle trick named Quik\nGeah, quick to get fucked one time\nYou better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\nAnd nigga, checks this\nFill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\nNiggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\nI wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n(You know where we from)\nCan't fade it, better fear it\nPlayin around with the hood you get got\nNick name should be Spot for that eye you got\nYou and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\nMy nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\nNo muthafuckin truce\nGet the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\nDon't make me have to act up\nCause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\nOriginal bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape\nOriginal Compton representin to the T\nGivin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\nGo run right through you\nAnd before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\nSlick talkin, fast walkin\nNigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\nYou ain't worth a penny\nNever had a damn eye, dotted so many\nTimes, two times, three times\nYou fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\nAnd if you wanna get with this you best to dash\nGeah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n\nWest Side\nFool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\nUh\nAin't nuthin but the new style, you know?\nI likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n9 to the fizive-0, fool\nYou can't fuck with these killas\nSo stay the fuck back\nAnd rounds up your little homies and shit\nCause we comes a 159 deep nigga\nTrue Blue from the streets\nWessyyyde","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] \"Oh nigga guess what!\n[00:01.83] Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!\n[00:04.97] I know where they be kickin it at\n[00:07.05] Down with a 187?\"\n[00:11.52] Eeerrr...\n[00:12.72] Geah\n[00:13.78] Geah\n[00:14.39] In the muthafuckin house, fool\n[00:15.50] For the 9 to the fizive-O\n[00:17.13] The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house\n[00:19.76] Geah\n[00:21.66] And like my nigga E-40 say:\n[00:23.99] We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here\n[00:26.52] Tha Eihthype thugs\n[00:27.58] C.M.W\n[00:28.18] N.O.T.R\n[00:29.16] Lil Hawk & Bird\n[00:29.93] Da Foe\n[00:31.53] I'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot\n[00:34.04] Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot\n[00:36.77] And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin\n[00:40.05] Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin\n[00:42.69] We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip\n[00:45.78] Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip\n[00:48.73] Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin\n[00:51.56] When the 9 mill starts unloadin\n[00:54.20] You better be watchin what you sayin\n[00:55.67] Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin\n[00:59.28] Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block\n[01:01.91] Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier\n[01:04.98] Don't wanna catch the slug\n[01:06.70] But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug\n[01:10.05] Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this\n[01:12.64] Report your homies for domestic violence\n[01:15.45] For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block\n[01:18.07] Dash, David Gash, I'mma tap that ass\n[01:21.67] \"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em\n[01:24.14] Shit it ain't that hard\"\n[01:36.47] I'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met\n[01:39.47] The story that you told was some fake bullshit\n[01:42.68] It was me and Chill my pal\n[01:44.93] The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral\n[01:47.33] It was you and then about five of y'all hangin\n[01:50.28] Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n[01:52.26] (Ain't nuthin but marks)\n[01:53.52] Approached me with your \"P\" hat\n[01:55.47] But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\n[01:58.72] But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\n[02:01.26] But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\n[02:03.90] I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\n[02:05.77] Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\n[02:09.03] David Blake: you fake as fuck!\n[02:11.66] I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\n[02:14.77] I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\n[02:17.11] Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini\n[02:19.70] Oh geah, just like I said before\n[02:21.83] Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick\n[02:23.82] Little trick named Quik\n[02:25.87] Geah, quick to get fucked one time\n[02:27.92] You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\n[02:30.44] And nigga, checks this\n[02:33.45] Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\n[02:36.53] Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\n[02:39.00] I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n[02:41.19] (You know where we from)\n[02:41.99] Can't fade it, better fear it\n[02:43.66] Playin around with the hood you get got\n[02:49.36] Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got\n[02:53.43] You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\n[02:55.24] My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\n[02:57.94] No muthafuckin truce\n[02:59.52] Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\n[03:03.27] Don't make me have to act up\n[03:05.48] Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\n[03:08.70] Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n[03:10.84] 'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape\n[03:13.80] Original Compton representin to the T\n[03:16.47] Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\n[03:19.56] Go run right through you\n[03:21.17] And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\n[03:25.17] Slick talkin, fast walkin\n[03:26.73] Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\n[03:30.10] You ain't worth a penny\n[03:32.73] Never had a damn eye, dotted so many\n[03:35.50] Times, two times, three times\n[03:37.92] You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\n[03:40.63] And if you wanna get with this you best to dash\n[03:44.24] Geah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n[03:46.94] West Side\n[03:50.51] Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\n[03:56.56] Uh\n[03:58.28] Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?\n[04:00.46] I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n[04:03.09] 9 to the fizive-0, fool\n[04:05.97] You can't fuck with these killas\n[04:07.15] So stay the fuck back\n[04:09.08] And rounds up your little homies and shit\n[04:10.74] Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga\n[04:13.62] True Blue from the streets\n[04:14.72] Wessyyyde\n[04:17.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Def 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'''member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape'\n  start_ms: 190840\n  end_ms: 193800\n- text: Original Compton representin to the T\n  start_ms: 193800\n  end_ms: 196470\n- text: Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\n  start_ms: 196470\n  end_ms: 199560\n- text: Go run right through you\n  start_ms: 199560\n  end_ms: 201170\n- text: And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\n  start_ms: 201170\n  end_ms: 205170\n- text: Slick talkin, fast walkin\n  start_ms: 205170\n  end_ms: 206730\n- text: Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\n  start_ms: 206730\n  end_ms: 210100\n- text: You ain't worth a penny\n  start_ms: 210100\n  end_ms: 212730\n- text: Never had a damn eye, dotted so many\n  start_ms: 212730\n  end_ms: 215500\n- text: Times, two times, three times\n  start_ms: 215500\n  end_ms: 217920\n- text: You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\n  start_ms: 217920\n  end_ms: 220630\n- text: And if you wanna get with this you best to dash\n  start_ms: 220630\n  end_ms: 224240\n- text: Geah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n  start_ms: 224240\n  end_ms: 226940\n- text: West Side\n  start_ms: 226940\n  end_ms: 230510\n- text: Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\n  start_ms: 230510\n  end_ms: 236560\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238280\n- text: Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?\n  start_ms: 238280\n  end_ms: 240460\n- text: I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n  start_ms: 240460\n  end_ms: 243090\n- text: 9 to the fizive-0, fool\n  start_ms: 243090\n  end_ms: 245970\n- text: You can't fuck with these killas\n  start_ms: 245970\n  end_ms: 247150\n- text: So stay the fuck back\n  start_ms: 247150\n  end_ms: 249080\n- text: And rounds up your little homies and shit\n  start_ms: 249080\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga\n  start_ms: 250740\n  end_ms: 253620\n- text: True Blue from the streets\n  start_ms: 253620\n  end_ms: 254720\n- text: Wessyyyde\n  start_ms: 254720\n  end_ms: 257290\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 257290\nplain: |-\n  \"Oh nigga guess what!\n  Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!\n  I know where they be kickin it at\n  Down with a 187?\"\n\n  Eeerrr...\n  Geah\n  Geah\n  In the muthafuckin house, fool\n  For the 9 to the fizive-O\n  The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house\n  Geah\n  And like my nigga E-40 say:\n  We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here\n  Tha Eihthype thugs\n  C.M.W\n  N.O.T.R\n  Lil Hawk & Bird\n  Da Foe\n\n  I'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot\n  Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot\n  And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin\n  Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin\n  We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip\n  Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip\n  Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin\n  When the 9 mill starts unloadin\n  You better be watchin what you sayin\n  Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin\n  Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block\n  Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier\n  Don't wanna catch the slug\n  But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug\n  Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this\n  Report your homies for domestic violence\n  For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block\n  Dash, David Gash, I'mma tap that ass\n\n  \"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em\n  Shit it ain't that hard\"\n\n  I'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met\n  The story that you told was some fake bullshit\n  It was me and Chill my pal\n  The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral\n  It was you and then about five of y'all hangin\n  Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n  (Ain't nuthin but marks)\n  Approached me with your \"P\" hat\n  But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\n  But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\n  But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\n  I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\n  Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\n  David Blake: you fake as fuck!\n  I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\n  I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\n  Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini\n  Oh geah, just like I said before\n  Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick\n  Little trick named Quik\n  Geah, quick to get fucked one time\n  You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\n  And nigga, checks this\n  Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\n  Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\n  I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n  (You know where we from)\n  Can't fade it, better fear it\n  Playin around with the hood you get got\n  Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got\n  You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\n  My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\n  No muthafuckin truce\n  Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\n  Don't make me have to act up\n  Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\n  Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n  'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape\n  Original Compton representin to the T\n  Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\n  Go run right through you\n  And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\n  Slick talkin, fast walkin\n  Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\n  You ain't worth a penny\n  Never had a damn eye, dotted so many\n  Times, two times, three times\n  You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\n  And if you wanna get with this you best to dash\n  Geah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n\n  West Side\n  Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\n  Uh\n  Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?\n  I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n  9 to the fizive-0, fool\n  You can't fuck with these killas\n  So stay the fuck back\n  And rounds up your little homies and shit\n  Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga\n  True Blue from the streets\n  Wessyyyde\n"},{"id":10549091,"name":"Def Wish IV (Tap That Azz)","trackName":"Def Wish IV (Tap That Azz)","artistName":"MC Eiht featuring Compton’s Most Wanted","albumName":"Death Threatz","duration":334.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Oh nigga guess what!\nWord got back about the little marks who jacked you!\nI know where they be kickin it at\nDown with a 187?\"\n\nEeerrr...\nGeah\nGeah\nIn the muthafuckin house, fool\nFor the 9 to the fizive-O\nThe Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house\nGeah\nAnd like my nigga E-40 say:\nWe got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here\nTha Eihthype thugs\nC.M.W\nN.O.T.R\nLil Hawk & Bird\nDa Foe\n\nI'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot\nOut the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot\nAnd ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin\nNever-be-hangin, one-street-bangin\nWe don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip\nRunnin, start runnin, you best not trip\nFast from the hip (pop pop) explodin\nWhen the 9 mill starts unloadin\nYou better be watchin what you sayin\nCause niggas from 159th ain't playin\nTrey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block\nMass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier\nDon't wanna catch the slug\nBut you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug\nCan't get no respect, well punk, then try this\nReport your homies for domestic violence\nFor beatin your bitch ass up and down the block\nDash, David Gash, I'mma tap that ass\n\n\"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em\nShit it ain't that hard\"\n\nI'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met\nThe story that you told was some fake bullshit\nIt was me and Chill my pal\nThe scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral\nIt was you and then about five of y'all hangin\nStandin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n(Ain't nuthin but marks)\nApproached me with your \"P\" hat\nBut I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\nBut I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\nBut you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\nI shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\nYour eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\nDavid Blake: you fake as fuck!\nI mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\nI guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\nServin me a drink in your khaki bikini\nOh geah, just like I said before\nAin't nuthin but the ho on my dick\nLittle trick named Quik\nGeah, quick to get fucked one time\nYou better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\nAnd nigga, checks this\nFill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\nNiggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\nI wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n(You know where we from)\nCan't fade it, better fear it\nPlayin around with the hood you get got\nNick name should be Spot for that eye you got\nYou and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\nMy nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\nNo muthafuckin truce\nGet the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\nDon't make me have to act up\nCause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\nOriginal bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape\nOriginal Compton representin to the T\nGivin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\nGo run right through you\nAnd before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\nSlick talkin, fast walkin\nNigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\nYou ain't worth a penny\nNever had a damn eye, dotted so many\nTimes, two times, three times\nYou fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\nAnd if you wanna get with this you best to dash\nGeah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n\nWest Side\nFool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\nUh\nAin't nuthin but the new style, you know?\nI likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n9 to the fizive-0, fool\nYou can't fuck with these killas\nSo stay the fuck back\nAnd rounds up your little homies and shit\nCause we comes a 159 deep nigga\nTrue Blue from the streets\nWessyyyde","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] \"Oh nigga guess what!\n[00:01.83] Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!\n[00:04.97] I know where they be kickin it at\n[00:07.05] Down with a 187?\"\n[00:11.52] Eeerrr...\n[00:12.72] Geah\n[00:13.78] Geah\n[00:14.39] In the muthafuckin house, fool\n[00:15.50] For the 9 to the fizive-O\n[00:17.13] The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house\n[00:19.76] Geah\n[00:21.66] And like my nigga E-40 say:\n[00:23.99] We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here\n[00:26.52] Tha Eihthype thugs\n[00:27.58] C.M.W\n[00:28.18] N.O.T.R\n[00:29.16] Lil Hawk & Bird\n[00:29.93] Da Foe\n[00:31.53] I'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot\n[00:34.04] Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot\n[00:36.77] And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin\n[00:40.05] Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin\n[00:42.69] We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip\n[00:45.78] Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip\n[00:48.73] Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin\n[00:51.56] When the 9 mill starts unloadin\n[00:54.20] You better be watchin what you sayin\n[00:55.67] Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin\n[00:59.28] Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block\n[01:01.91] Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier\n[01:04.98] Don't wanna catch the slug\n[01:06.70] But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug\n[01:10.05] Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this\n[01:12.64] Report your homies for domestic violence\n[01:15.45] For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block\n[01:18.07] Dash, David Gash, I'mma tap that ass\n[01:21.67] \"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em\n[01:24.14] Shit it ain't that hard\"\n[01:36.47] I'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met\n[01:39.47] The story that you told was some fake bullshit\n[01:42.68] It was me and Chill my pal\n[01:44.93] The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral\n[01:47.33] It was you and then about five of y'all hangin\n[01:50.28] Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n[01:52.26] (Ain't nuthin but marks)\n[01:53.52] Approached me with your \"P\" hat\n[01:55.47] But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\n[01:58.72] But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\n[02:01.26] But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\n[02:03.90] I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\n[02:05.77] Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\n[02:09.03] David Blake: you fake as fuck!\n[02:11.66] I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\n[02:14.77] I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\n[02:17.11] Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini\n[02:19.70] Oh geah, just like I said before\n[02:21.83] Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick\n[02:23.82] Little trick named Quik\n[02:25.87] Geah, quick to get fucked one time\n[02:27.92] You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\n[02:30.44] And nigga, checks this\n[02:33.45] Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\n[02:36.53] Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\n[02:39.00] I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n[02:41.19] (You know where we from)\n[02:41.99] Can't fade it, better fear it\n[02:43.66] Playin around with the hood you get got\n[02:49.36] Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got\n[02:53.43] You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\n[02:55.24] My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\n[02:57.94] No muthafuckin truce\n[02:59.52] Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\n[03:03.27] Don't make me have to act up\n[03:05.48] Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\n[03:08.70] Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n[03:10.84] 'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape\n[03:13.80] Original Compton representin to the T\n[03:16.47] Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\n[03:19.56] Go run right through you\n[03:21.17] And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\n[03:25.17] Slick talkin, fast walkin\n[03:26.73] Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\n[03:30.10] You ain't worth a penny\n[03:32.73] Never had a damn eye, dotted so many\n[03:35.50] Times, two times, three times\n[03:37.92] You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\n[03:40.63] And if you wanna get with this you best to dash\n[03:44.24] Geah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n[03:46.94] West Side\n[03:50.51] Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\n[03:56.56] Uh\n[03:58.28] Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?\n[04:00.46] I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n[04:03.09] 9 to the fizive-0, fool\n[04:05.97] You can't fuck with these killas\n[04:07.15] So stay the fuck back\n[04:09.08] And rounds up your little homies and shit\n[04:10.74] Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga\n[04:13.62] True Blue from the streets\n[04:14.72] Wessyyyde\n[04:17.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Def 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truck\n  start_ms: 131660\n  end_ms: 134770\n- text: I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\n  start_ms: 134770\n  end_ms: 137110\n- text: Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini\n  start_ms: 137110\n  end_ms: 139700\n- text: Oh geah, just like I said before\n  start_ms: 139700\n  end_ms: 141830\n- text: Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick\n  start_ms: 141830\n  end_ms: 143820\n- text: Little trick named Quik\n  start_ms: 143820\n  end_ms: 145870\n- text: Geah, quick to get fucked one time\n  start_ms: 145870\n  end_ms: 147920\n- text: You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\n  start_ms: 147920\n  end_ms: 150440\n- text: And nigga, checks this\n  start_ms: 150440\n  end_ms: 153450\n- text: Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\n  start_ms: 153450\n  end_ms: 156530\n- text: Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\n  start_ms: 156530\n  end_ms: 159000\n- text: I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n  start_ms: 159000\n  end_ms: 161190\n- text: (You know where we from)\n  start_ms: 161190\n  end_ms: 161990\n- text: Can't fade it, better fear it\n  start_ms: 161990\n  end_ms: 163660\n- text: Playin around with the hood you get got\n  start_ms: 163660\n  end_ms: 169360\n- text: Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got\n  start_ms: 169360\n  end_ms: 173430\n- text: You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\n  start_ms: 173430\n  end_ms: 175240\n- text: My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\n  start_ms: 175240\n  end_ms: 177940\n- text: No muthafuckin truce\n  start_ms: 177940\n  end_ms: 179520\n- text: Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\n  start_ms: 179520\n  end_ms: 183270\n- text: Don't make me have to act up\n  start_ms: 183270\n  end_ms: 185480\n- text: Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\n  start_ms: 185480\n  end_ms: 188700\n- text: Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n  start_ms: 188700\n  end_ms: 190840\n- text: '''member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape'\n  start_ms: 190840\n  end_ms: 193800\n- text: Original Compton representin to the T\n  start_ms: 193800\n  end_ms: 196470\n- text: Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\n  start_ms: 196470\n  end_ms: 199560\n- text: Go run right through you\n  start_ms: 199560\n  end_ms: 201170\n- text: And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\n  start_ms: 201170\n  end_ms: 205170\n- text: Slick talkin, fast walkin\n  start_ms: 205170\n  end_ms: 206730\n- text: Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\n  start_ms: 206730\n  end_ms: 210100\n- text: You ain't worth a penny\n  start_ms: 210100\n  end_ms: 212730\n- text: Never had a damn eye, dotted so many\n  start_ms: 212730\n  end_ms: 215500\n- text: Times, two times, three times\n  start_ms: 215500\n  end_ms: 217920\n- text: You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\n  start_ms: 217920\n  end_ms: 220630\n- text: And if you wanna get with this you best to dash\n  start_ms: 220630\n  end_ms: 224240\n- text: Geah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n  start_ms: 224240\n  end_ms: 226940\n- text: West Side\n  start_ms: 226940\n  end_ms: 230510\n- text: Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\n  start_ms: 230510\n  end_ms: 236560\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238280\n- text: Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?\n  start_ms: 238280\n  end_ms: 240460\n- text: I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n  start_ms: 240460\n  end_ms: 243090\n- text: 9 to the fizive-0, fool\n  start_ms: 243090\n  end_ms: 245970\n- text: You can't fuck with these killas\n  start_ms: 245970\n  end_ms: 247150\n- text: So stay the fuck back\n  start_ms: 247150\n  end_ms: 249080\n- text: And rounds up your little homies and shit\n  start_ms: 249080\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga\n  start_ms: 250740\n  end_ms: 253620\n- text: True Blue from the streets\n  start_ms: 253620\n  end_ms: 254720\n- text: Wessyyyde\n  start_ms: 254720\n  end_ms: 257290\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 257290\nplain: |-\n  \"Oh nigga guess what!\n  Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!\n  I know where they be kickin it at\n  Down with a 187?\"\n\n  Eeerrr...\n  Geah\n  Geah\n  In the muthafuckin house, fool\n  For the 9 to the fizive-O\n  The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house\n  Geah\n  And like my nigga E-40 say:\n  We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here\n  Tha Eihthype thugs\n  C.M.W\n  N.O.T.R\n  Lil Hawk & Bird\n  Da Foe\n\n  I'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot\n  Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot\n  And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin\n  Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin\n  We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip\n  Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip\n  Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin\n  When the 9 mill starts unloadin\n  You better be watchin what you sayin\n  Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin\n  Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block\n  Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier\n  Don't wanna catch the slug\n  But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug\n  Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this\n  Report your homies for domestic violence\n  For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block\n  Dash, David Gash, I'mma tap that ass\n\n  \"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em\n  Shit it ain't that hard\"\n\n  I'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met\n  The story that you told was some fake bullshit\n  It was me and Chill my pal\n  The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral\n  It was you and then about five of y'all hangin\n  Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin\n  (Ain't nuthin but marks)\n  Approached me with your \"P\" hat\n  But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that\n  But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate\n  But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate\n  I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin\n  Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin\n  David Blake: you fake as fuck!\n  I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck\n  I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me\n  Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini\n  Oh geah, just like I said before\n  Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick\n  Little trick named Quik\n  Geah, quick to get fucked one time\n  You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine\n  And nigga, checks this\n  Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles\n  Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and\n  I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park\n  (You know where we from)\n  Can't fade it, better fear it\n  Playin around with the hood you get got\n  Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got\n  You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap\n  My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap\n  No muthafuckin truce\n  Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce\n  Don't make me have to act up\n  Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up\n  Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake\n  'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape\n  Original Compton representin to the T\n  Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's\n  Go run right through you\n  And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you\n  Slick talkin, fast walkin\n  Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?\n  You ain't worth a penny\n  Never had a damn eye, dotted so many\n  Times, two times, three times\n  You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'\n  And if you wanna get with this you best to dash\n  Geah, cause I'mma tap that ass\n\n  West Side\n  Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas\n  Uh\n  Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?\n  I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass\n  9 to the fizive-0, fool\n  You can't fuck with these killas\n  So stay the fuck back\n  And rounds up your little homies and shit\n  Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga\n  True Blue from the streets\n  Wessyyyde\n"}]