[{"id":30961020,"name":"Free World","trackName":"Free World","artistName":"Convicts, Mr. 3-2, BIG Mike","albumName":"Convicts","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Big Mike, parole visit\nDamn, another parole visit\nHope this time they let me out this motherfucker\nBig Mike, alias Peterman\nYou have several prior convictions, son\nBut what the fuck is your cause for incarceration this time?\n\nBusted for assault, 5-0 swoop real fast\nI know I shoulda bailed after I got off his bitch ass\nNow I'm sittin' in a city next to county\nWith all of these funky motherfuckers standin' around me\nFunky-ass, pissy-ass, shitty-ass smells\nThey need to clean up these goddamn jails, huh\nI told the boss man I wanted a bunk\nBecause I'm sick of bein' in here with these motherfuckin' punks\n\nWatch your mouth, watch my mouth for what?\nIf the feeling's right, motherfucker, come on and jump\n'Cause I ain't fearin' no one, no way\nStep to me, your ass is mine today\n\n'Cause I'm throwin' bolos, doin' solos\n\nAnd I'ma let you hoes know\nThat if you jump me, you better do it right, if not\nNone of you hoes gon' sleep tonight\nThe guard showed up on the double\nHogtied me, 'cause the cell was causin' trouble\nThe nigga down the hall callin' Earl (Ugh)\nDamn, I can't wait to hit the free world\n\nYo, bring that yellow motherfucker 3-2 down here\nBring him out here\nLet me go, bitch\nSit your ass down, boy\nGo on, sit down\nJust can't seem to stay your ass out of trouble\nWhat are you locked down for this time?\n\nI was sellin' on the corner of Green and Glover\n\nWatchin' my back against all the fuckin' undercovers\n'Cause they gave me two bills the first time I left, G\nBut with nowhere to go, nothin' to eat, what will it do for me?\nI guess that's the whole damn object\nTo keep us Black motherfuckers in the projects\nThey build more and more projects without askin'\nAnd more fuckin' penitentiaries to put our ass in\n\nThat's why I'm on the corner with twenties and dimes\nA dope fiend with a marked twenty, he out his fuckin' mind\nGoddamn, he tried to break fast\n'Cause I pulled out my shit and start bustin' caps at his ass\n\nAnd as I was pullin' the trigger\nThe jump-out boys jumped out on a nigga\n\nPlayin' me for a dummy\n\nThey gave the fiend a hit to buy the shit from me\n\nNow I gotta freeze like a statue\nIt ain't no runnin' when assault rifles pointed at you\nQuestionin' me about doors kicked in\nWhile the white man's in federal gettin' his ass licked in\nAin't that somethin'? Them fiend-ass snitches\nThat's why when I see 'em, I whoop them funky bitches\nAnd have they ass screamin' just like a girl\nPretty soon, they gon' have to let me back to the free world\n\nIf you all are considered for parole\nIs y'all gonna get a damn job?\n\nThat shit about lookin' for a job, nigga, please\nI'm gonna buy me a ounce and make some quick-ass G's\nI got some scores to settle, some hearts to break\nSome nuts to bust, and some lives to take\nSome more dope to sell, more bitches to rape\nAnd bitch, if they take me back, I'll bet I'll escape\nThe last thing they'll see is my shoe sole\nI'm kickin' ass as I'm steppin' out this slop hole\n\nAnd that motherfuckin' cop who locked me up\n\nYour ass is mine, you better run, you better hide, you better duck\n'Cause I'ma cause so much trouble, raise so much hell\nKill the judge who put me away and blow up his fuckin' jail\nYeah, I let all my homies go free\n\nWith all these convicts on the street\nIt ain't no motherfuckin' catchin' me\n(What about the guards?) That's just they luck\n'Cause I don't give a damn, give a shit, or give a fuck\nNot one of you hoes cared when I was in\nSo when I'm out, I'll be doin' what I gotta do to win\nAnd if killin' your mama is the wish\n\nHaha, she's gonna be another dead bitch\nWe gon' cause static like Braddock in Mission in Action 2\nInstead of takin' out one, we're takin' out your whole crew\nSo motherfuckin' smooth and swift\nCut your body in pieces and send 'em off as Christmas gifts\n\nPut a bow on your dick and send it to your girl\nAnd we'll be ready for your ass when we hit the free world\n\nParole denied","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Big Mike, parole visit\n[00:04.56] Damn, another parole visit\n[00:07.07] Hope this time they let me out this motherfucker\n[00:09.82] Big Mike, alias Peterman\n[00:13.51] You have several prior convictions, son\n[00:16.41] But what the fuck is your cause for incarceration this time?\n[00:19.84] Busted for assault, 5-0 swoop real fast\n[00:22.26] I know I shoulda bailed after I got off his bitch ass\n[00:24.92] Now I'm sittin' in a city next to county\n[00:27.32] With all of these funky motherfuckers standin' around me\n[00:30.03] Funky-ass, pissy-ass, shitty-ass smells\n[00:32.61] They need to clean up these goddamn jails, huh\n[00:35.27] I told the boss man I wanted a bunk\n[00:37.12] Because I'm sick of bein' in here with these motherfuckin' punks\n[00:40.13] Watch your mouth, watch my mouth for what?\n[00:42.33] If the feeling's right, motherfucker, come on and jump\n[00:45.08] 'Cause I ain't fearin' no one, no way\n[00:47.75] Step to me, your ass is mine today\n[00:50.79] 'Cause I'm throwin' bolos, doin' solos\n[00:53.94] And I'ma let you hoes know\n[00:55.59] That if you jump me, you better do it right, if not\n[00:58.47] None of you hoes gon' sleep tonight\n[01:00.88] The guard showed up on the double\n[01:02.88] Hogtied me, 'cause the cell was causin' trouble\n[01:05.90] The nigga down the hall callin' Earl (Ugh)\n[01:08.94] Damn, I can't wait to hit the free world\n[01:13.28] \n[01:20.37] Yo, bring that yellow motherfucker 3-2 down here\n[01:23.06] Bring him out here\n[01:23.76] Let me go, bitch\n[01:24.61] Sit your ass down, boy\n[01:26.14] Go on, sit down\n[01:26.52] Just can't seem to stay your ass out of trouble\n[01:28.97] What are you locked down for this time?\n[01:30.51] I was sellin' on the corner of Green and Glover\n[01:33.35] Watchin' my back against all the fuckin' undercovers\n[01:35.68] 'Cause they gave me two bills the first time I left, G\n[01:38.03] But with nowhere to go, nothin' to eat, what will it do for me?\n[01:41.49] I guess that's the whole damn object\n[01:43.35] To keep us Black motherfuckers in the projects\n[01:45.86] They build more and more projects without askin'\n[01:48.31] And more fuckin' penitentiaries to put our ass in\n[01:51.18] That's why I'm on the corner with twenties and dimes\n[01:53.47] A dope fiend with a marked twenty, he out his fuckin' mind\n[01:56.09] Goddamn, he tried to break fast\n[01:58.21] 'Cause I pulled out my shit and start bustin' caps at his ass\n[02:01.70] And as I was pullin' the trigger\n[02:03.52] The jump-out boys jumped out on a nigga\n[02:06.89] Playin' me for a dummy\n[02:08.66] They gave the fiend a hit to buy the shit from me\n[02:11.32] Now I gotta freeze like a statue\n[02:13.43] It ain't no runnin' when assault rifles pointed at you\n[02:16.25] Questionin' me about doors kicked in\n[02:18.60] While the white man's in federal gettin' his ass licked in\n[02:21.61] Ain't that somethin'? Them fiend-ass snitches\n[02:23.84] That's why when I see 'em, I whoop them funky bitches\n[02:26.30] And have they ass screamin' just like a girl\n[02:28.74] Pretty soon, they gon' have to let me back to the free world\n[02:33.84] \n[02:42.02] If you all are considered for parole\n[02:44.17] Is y'all gonna get a damn job?\n[02:46.51] That shit about lookin' for a job, nigga, please\n[02:48.73] I'm gonna buy me a ounce and make some quick-ass G's\n[02:51.42] I got some scores to settle, some hearts to break\n[02:54.13] Some nuts to bust, and some lives to take\n[02:56.41] Some more dope to sell, more bitches to rape\n[02:58.94] And bitch, if they take me back, I'll bet I'll escape\n[03:01.58] The last thing they'll see is my shoe sole\n[03:04.00] I'm kickin' ass as I'm steppin' out this slop hole\n[03:06.78] And that motherfuckin' cop who locked me up\n[03:08.88] Your ass is mine, you better run, you better hide, you better duck\n[03:11.65] 'Cause I'ma cause so much trouble, raise so much hell\n[03:14.14] Kill the judge who put me away and blow up his fuckin' jail\n[03:17.19] Yeah, I let all my homies go free\n[03:19.24] With all these convicts on the street\n[03:20.51] It ain't no motherfuckin' catchin' me\n[03:22.09] (What about the guards?) That's just they luck\n[03:23.95] 'Cause I don't give a damn, give a shit, or give a fuck\n[03:27.12] Not one of you hoes cared when I was in\n[03:29.32] So when I'm out, I'll be doin' what I gotta do to win\n[03:32.04] And if killin' your mama is the wish\n[03:34.28] Haha, she's gonna be another dead bitch\n[03:36.94] We gon' cause static like Braddock in Mission in Action 2\n[03:39.48] Instead of takin' out one, we're takin' out your whole crew\n[03:42.34] So motherfuckin' smooth and swift\n[03:44.44] Cut your body in pieces and send 'em off as Christmas gifts\n[03:47.79] Put a bow on your dick and send it to your girl\n[03:49.69] And we'll be ready for your ass when we hit the free world\n[03:55.25] Parole denied\n[04:23.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free World\n  artist: Convicts, Mr. 3-2, BIG Mike\n  album: Convicts\n  duration_ms: 263000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Big Mike, parole visit\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 4560\n- text: Damn, another 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Them fiend-ass snitches\n  That's why when I see 'em, I whoop them funky bitches\n  And have they ass screamin' just like a girl\n  Pretty soon, they gon' have to let me back to the free world\n\n  If you all are considered for parole\n  Is y'all gonna get a damn job?\n\n  That shit about lookin' for a job, nigga, please\n  I'm gonna buy me a ounce and make some quick-ass G's\n  I got some scores to settle, some hearts to break\n  Some nuts to bust, and some lives to take\n  Some more dope to sell, more bitches to rape\n  And bitch, if they take me back, I'll bet I'll escape\n  The last thing they'll see is my shoe sole\n  I'm kickin' ass as I'm steppin' out this slop hole\n\n  And that motherfuckin' cop who locked me up\n\n  Your ass is mine, you better run, you better hide, you better duck\n  'Cause I'ma cause so much trouble, raise so much hell\n  Kill the judge who put me away and blow up his fuckin' jail\n  Yeah, I let all my homies go free\n\n  With all these convicts on the street\n  It ain't no motherfuckin' catchin' me\n  (What about the guards?) That's just they luck\n  'Cause I don't give a damn, give a shit, or give a fuck\n  Not one of you hoes cared when I was in\n  So when I'm out, I'll be doin' what I gotta do to win\n  And if killin' your mama is the wish\n\n  Haha, she's gonna be another dead bitch\n  We gon' cause static like Braddock in Mission in Action 2\n  Instead of takin' out one, we're takin' out your whole crew\n  So motherfuckin' smooth and swift\n  Cut your body in pieces and send 'em off as Christmas gifts\n\n  Put a bow on your dick and send it to your girl\n  And we'll be ready for your ass when we hit the free world\n\n  Parole denied\n"}]