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I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\nIt's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery\nPossession with intent to deliver federal property\nAnother assault with intent to great bodily\nAnd I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea\nThree strikes in and motherfuck the fourth\nContinue to take the fifth and I ain't going to court\nThen life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do\nI ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual\n\nJust for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches\nJust from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do\nNigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you\nUp top D cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze\nVer-ses smell proof, looking like black cheese\nI'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet\n\nPacquiao punches, Mayweather swag\nMike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs\nBack at the lab, cookin' up shit\nFuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit\n\nConvict lunatic, no gang banger\nThrow the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer\nSuck everybody's dick, you ain't got no choice\nI ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice\n\nAK47, I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid\nTrick trick and D12, click click and see shells\n5 o'clock news catch the details\nAnd fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust\nI got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus\nAnd god forbid if I ever get shot\nGive me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc\n\nTime and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\nI get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\nIt's best to shut your mouth up\nBullets flying through your window\nHit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up\nGotta keep the hustle going, a shady fuckin' omen\n\nHollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'\nWe on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out\nI don't need cameras when I fade'em out\nGet your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad\nD12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top\n\nGotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff\nMaking mess with you the corner player cleaned up\nDo it for the gusto, what up, doh?\nYou a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho\nIf it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening\nIf she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it\nWay worst than EST about my dividends\nTo finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting\n\nTime and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\nI get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Made It (feat. Trick Trick)\n  artist: D12\n  album: I Made It (feat. 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I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\n  It's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery\n  Possession with intent to deliver federal property\n  Another assault with intent to great bodily\n  And I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea\n  Three strikes in and motherfuck the fourth\n  Continue to take the fifth and I ain't going to court\n  Then life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do\n  I ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual\n\n  Just for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches\n  Just from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do\n  Nigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you\n  Up top D cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze\n  Ver-ses smell proof, looking like black cheese\n  I'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet\n\n  Pacquiao punches, Mayweather swag\n  Mike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs\n  Back at the lab, cookin' up shit\n  Fuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit\n\n  Convict lunatic, no gang banger\n  Throw the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer\n  Suck everybody's dick, you ain't got no choice\n  I ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice\n\n  AK47, I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid\n  Trick trick and D12, click click and see shells\n  5 o'clock news catch the details\n  And fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust\n  I got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus\n  And god forbid if I ever get shot\n  Give me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc\n\n  Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\n  I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\n  It's best to shut your mouth up\n  Bullets flying through your window\n  Hit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up\n  Gotta keep the hustle going, a shady fuckin' omen\n\n  Hollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'\n  We on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out\n  I don't need cameras when I fade'em out\n  Get your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad\n  D12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top\n\n  Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff\n  Making mess with you the corner player cleaned up\n  Do it for the gusto, what up, doh?\n  You a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho\n  If it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening\n  If she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it\n  Way worst than EST about my dividends\n  To finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting\n\n  Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\n  I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n"},{"id":2541546,"name":"I Made It (feat. Trick Trick)","trackName":"I Made It (feat. Trick Trick)","artistName":"D12","albumName":"I Made It (feat. 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I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\nIt's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery\nPossession with intent to deliver federal property\nAnother assault with intent to great bodily\nAnd I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea\nThree strikes in and motherfuck the fourth\nContinue to take the fifth and I ain't going to court\nThen life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do\nI ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual\n\nJust for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches\nJust from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do\nNigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you\nUp top D cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze\nVer-ses smell proof, looking like black cheese\nI'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet\n\nPacquiao punches, Mayweather swag\nMike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs\nBack at the lab, cookin' up shit\nFuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit\n\nConvict lunatic, no gang banger\nThrow the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer\nSuck everybody's dick, you ain't got no choice\nI ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice\n\nAK47, I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid\nTrick trick and D12, click click and see shells\n5 o'clock news catch the details\nAnd fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust\nI got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus\nAnd god forbid if I ever get shot\nGive me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc\n\nTime and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\nI get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\nIt's best to shut your mouth up\nBullets flying through your window\nHit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up\nGotta keep the hustle going, a shady fuckin' omen\n\nHollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'\nWe on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out\nI don't need cameras when I fade'em out\nGet your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad\nD12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top\n\nGotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff\nMaking mess with you the corner player cleaned up\nDo it for the gusto, what up, doh?\nYou a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho\nIf it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening\nIf she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it\nWay worst than EST about my dividends\nTo finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting\n\nTime and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\nI get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? 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I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? 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I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\n  It's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery\n  Possession with intent to deliver federal property\n  Another assault with intent to great bodily\n  And I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea\n  Three strikes in and motherfuck the fourth\n  Continue to take the fifth and I ain't going to court\n  Then life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do\n  I ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual\n\n  Just for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches\n  Just from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do\n  Nigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you\n  Up top D cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze\n  Ver-ses smell proof, looking like black cheese\n  I'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet\n\n  Pacquiao punches, Mayweather swag\n  Mike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs\n  Back at the lab, cookin' up shit\n  Fuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit\n\n  Convict lunatic, no gang banger\n  Throw the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer\n  Suck everybody's dick, you ain't got no choice\n  I ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice\n\n  AK47, I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid\n  Trick trick and D12, click click and see shells\n  5 o'clock news catch the details\n  And fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust\n  I got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus\n  And god forbid if I ever get shot\n  Give me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc\n\n  Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\n  I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\n  It's best to shut your mouth up\n  Bullets flying through your window\n  Hit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up\n  Gotta keep the hustle going, a shady fuckin' omen\n\n  Hollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'\n  We on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out\n  I don't need cameras when I fade'em out\n  Get your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad\n  D12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top\n\n  Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff\n  Making mess with you the corner player cleaned up\n  Do it for the gusto, what up, doh?\n  You a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho\n  If it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening\n  If she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it\n  Way worst than EST about my dividends\n  To finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting\n\n  Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\n  I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n"},{"id":26284234,"name":"I Made It (feat. Trick Trick)","trackName":"I Made It (feat. Trick Trick)","artistName":"D12","albumName":"I Made It (feat. 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I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\nIt's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery\nPossession with intent to deliver federal property\nAnother assault with intent to great bodily\nAnd I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea\nThree strikes in and motherfuck the fourth\nContinue to take the fifth and I ain't going to court\nThen life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do\nI ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual\n\nJust for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches\nJust from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do\nNigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you\nUp top D cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze\nVer-ses smell proof, looking like black cheese\nI'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet\n\nPacquiao punches, Mayweather swag\nMike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs\nBack at the lab, cookin' up shit\nFuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit\n\nConvict lunatic, no gang banger\nThrow the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer\nSuck everybody's dick, you ain't got no choice\nI ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice\n\nAK47, I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid\nTrick trick and D12, click click and see shells\n5 o'clock news catch the details\nAnd fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust\nI got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus\nAnd god forbid if I ever get shot\nGive me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc\n\nTime and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\nI get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\nIt's best to shut your mouth up\nBullets flying through your window\nHit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up\nGotta keep the hustle going, a shady fuckin' omen\n\nHollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'\nWe on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out\nI don't need cameras when I fade'em out\nGet your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad\nD12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top\n\nGotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff\nMaking mess with you the corner player cleaned up\nDo it for the gusto, what up, doh?\nYou a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho\nIf it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening\nIf she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it\nWay worst than EST about my dividends\nTo finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting\n\nTime and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\nI get it, what? 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I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\n  It's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery\n  Possession with intent to deliver federal property\n  Another assault with intent to great bodily\n  And I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea\n  Three strikes in and motherfuck the fourth\n  Continue to take the fifth and I ain't going to court\n  Then life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do\n  I ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual\n\n  Just for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches\n  Just from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do\n  Nigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you\n  Up top D cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze\n  Ver-ses smell proof, looking like black cheese\n  I'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet\n\n  Pacquiao punches, Mayweather swag\n  Mike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs\n  Back at the lab, cookin' up shit\n  Fuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit\n\n  Convict lunatic, no gang banger\n  Throw the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer\n  Suck everybody's dick, you ain't got no choice\n  I ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice\n\n  AK47, I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid\n  Trick trick and D12, click click and see shells\n  5 o'clock news catch the details\n  And fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust\n  I got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus\n  And god forbid if I ever get shot\n  Give me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc\n\n  Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\n  I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\n  It's best to shut your mouth up\n  Bullets flying through your window\n  Hit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up\n  Gotta keep the hustle going, a shady fuckin' omen\n\n  Hollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'\n  We on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out\n  I don't need cameras when I fade'em out\n  Get your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad\n  D12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top\n\n  Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff\n  Making mess with you the corner player cleaned up\n  Do it for the gusto, what up, doh?\n  You a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho\n  If it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening\n  If she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it\n  Way worst than EST about my dividends\n  To finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting\n\n  Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\n  I get it, what? 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I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\nIt's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery\nPossession with intent to deliver federal property\nAnother assault with intent to great bodily\nAnd I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea\nThree strikes in and motherfuck the fourth\nContinue to take the fifth and I ain't going to court\nThen life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do\nI ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual\n\nJust for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches\nJust from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do\nNigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you\nUp top D cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze\nVer-ses smell proof, looking like black cheese\nI'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet\n\nPacquiao punches, Mayweather swag\nMike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs\nBack at the lab, cookin' up shit\nFuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit\n\nConvict lunatic, no gang banger\nThrow the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer\nSuck everybody's dick, you ain't got no choice\nI ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice\n\nAK47, I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid\nTrick trick and D12, click click and see shells\n5 o'clock news catch the details\nAnd fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust\nI got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus\nAnd god forbid if I ever get shot\nGive me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc\n\nTime and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\nI get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\nIt's best to shut your mouth up\nBullets flying through your window\nHit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up\nGotta keep the hustle going, a shady fuckin' omen\n\nHollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'\nWe on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out\nI don't need cameras when I fade'em out\nGet your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad\nD12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top\n\nGotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff\nMaking mess with you the corner player cleaned up\nDo it for the gusto, what up, doh?\nYou a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho\nIf it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening\nIf she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it\nWay worst than EST about my dividends\nTo finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting\n\nTime and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\nI get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Made It (feat. 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I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\n  It's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery\n  Possession with intent to deliver federal property\n  Another assault with intent to great bodily\n  And I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea\n  Three strikes in and motherfuck the fourth\n  Continue to take the fifth and I ain't going to court\n  Then life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do\n  I ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual\n\n  Just for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches\n  Just from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do\n  Nigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you\n  Up top D cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze\n  Ver-ses smell proof, looking like black cheese\n  I'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet\n\n  Pacquiao punches, Mayweather swag\n  Mike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs\n  Back at the lab, cookin' up shit\n  Fuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit\n\n  Convict lunatic, no gang banger\n  Throw the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer\n  Suck everybody's dick, you ain't got no choice\n  I ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice\n\n  AK47, I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid\n  Trick trick and D12, click click and see shells\n  5 o'clock news catch the details\n  And fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust\n  I got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus\n  And god forbid if I ever get shot\n  Give me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc\n\n  Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\n  I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\n  It's best to shut your mouth up\n  Bullets flying through your window\n  Hit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up\n  Gotta keep the hustle going, a shady fuckin' omen\n\n  Hollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'\n  We on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out\n  I don't need cameras when I fade'em out\n  Get your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad\n  D12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top\n\n  Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff\n  Making mess with you the corner player cleaned up\n  Do it for the gusto, what up, doh?\n  You a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho\n  If it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening\n  If she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it\n  Way worst than EST about my dividends\n  To finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting\n\n  Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\n  I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n"},{"id":22601844,"name":"I Made It (feat. Trick-Trick)","trackName":"I Made It (feat. 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I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\nIt's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery\nPossession with intent to deliver federal property\nAnother assault with intent to great bodily\nAnd I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea\nThree strikes in and motherfuck the fourth\nContinue to take the fifth and I ain't going to court\nThen life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do\nI ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual\n\nJust for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches\nJust from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do\nNigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you\nUp top D cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze\nVer-ses smell proof, looking like black cheese\nI'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet\n\nPacquiao punches, Mayweather swag\nMike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs\nBack at the lab, cookin' up shit\nFuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit\n\nConvict lunatic, no gang banger\nThrow the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer\nSuck everybody's dick, you ain't got no choice\nI ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice\n\nAK47, I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid\nTrick trick and D12, click click and see shells\n5 o'clock news catch the details\nAnd fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust\nI got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus\nAnd god forbid if I ever get shot\nGive me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc\n\nTime and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\nI get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\nIt's best to shut your mouth up\nBullets flying through your window\nHit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up\nGotta keep the hustle going, a shady fuckin' omen\n\nHollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'\nWe on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out\nI don't need cameras when I fade'em out\nGet your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad\nD12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top\n\nGotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff\nMaking mess with you the corner player cleaned up\nDo it for the gusto, what up, doh?\nYou a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho\nIf it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening\nIf she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it\nWay worst than EST about my dividends\nTo finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting\n\nTime and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\nI get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Made It (feat. 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I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\n  It's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery\n  Possession with intent to deliver federal property\n  Another assault with intent to great bodily\n  And I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea\n  Three strikes in and motherfuck the fourth\n  Continue to take the fifth and I ain't going to court\n  Then life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do\n  I ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual\n\n  Just for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches\n  Just from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do\n  Nigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you\n  Up top D cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze\n  Ver-ses smell proof, looking like black cheese\n  I'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet\n\n  Pacquiao punches, Mayweather swag\n  Mike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs\n  Back at the lab, cookin' up shit\n  Fuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit\n\n  Convict lunatic, no gang banger\n  Throw the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer\n  Suck everybody's dick, you ain't got no choice\n  I ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice\n\n  AK47, I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid\n  Trick trick and D12, click click and see shells\n  5 o'clock news catch the details\n  And fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust\n  I got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus\n  And god forbid if I ever get shot\n  Give me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc\n\n  Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\n  I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\n  It's best to shut your mouth up\n  Bullets flying through your window\n  Hit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up\n  Gotta keep the hustle going, a shady fuckin' omen\n\n  Hollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'\n  We on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out\n  I don't need cameras when I fade'em out\n  Get your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad\n  D12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top\n\n  Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff\n  Making mess with you the corner player cleaned up\n  Do it for the gusto, what up, doh?\n  You a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho\n  If it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening\n  If she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it\n  Way worst than EST about my dividends\n  To finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting\n\n  Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\n  I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n"},{"id":25679940,"name":"I Made It (Feat. Trick-Trick)","trackName":"I Made It (Feat. 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I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\nIt's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery\nPossession with intent to deliver federal property\nAnother assault with intent to great bodily\nAnd I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea\nThree strikes in and motherfuck the fourth\nContinue to take the fifth and I ain't going to court\nThen life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do\nI ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual\n\nJust for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches\nJust from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do\nNigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you\nUp top D cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze\nVer-ses smell proof, looking like black cheese\nI'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet\n\nPacquiao punches, Mayweather swag\nMike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs\nBack at the lab, cookin' up shit\nFuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit\n\nConvict lunatic, no gang banger\nThrow the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer\nSuck everybody's dick, you ain't got no choice\nI ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice\n\nAK47, I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid\nTrick trick and D12, click click and see shells\n5 o'clock news catch the details\nAnd fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust\nI got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus\nAnd god forbid if I ever get shot\nGive me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc\n\nTime and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\nI get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\nIt's best to shut your mouth up\nBullets flying through your window\nHit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up\nGotta keep the hustle going, a shady fuckin' omen\n\nHollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'\nWe on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out\nI don't need cameras when I fade'em out\nGet your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad\nD12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top\n\nGotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff\nMaking mess with you the corner player cleaned up\nDo it for the gusto, what up, doh?\nYou a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho\nIf it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening\nIf she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it\nWay worst than EST about my dividends\nTo finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting\n\nTime and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\nI get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\nWhenever I drop the line they faded\nSingle top of the world I made it\nI made it, what? I made it, what?\nTaking over this bitch and y'all hate it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Made It (Feat. 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I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\n  It's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery\n  Possession with intent to deliver federal property\n  Another assault with intent to great bodily\n  And I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea\n  Three strikes in and motherfuck the fourth\n  Continue to take the fifth and I ain't going to court\n  Then life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do\n  I ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual\n\n  Just for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches\n  Just from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do\n  Nigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you\n  Up top D cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze\n  Ver-ses smell proof, looking like black cheese\n  I'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet\n\n  Pacquiao punches, Mayweather swag\n  Mike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs\n  Back at the lab, cookin' up shit\n  Fuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit\n\n  Convict lunatic, no gang banger\n  Throw the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer\n  Suck everybody's dick, you ain't got no choice\n  I ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice\n\n  AK47, I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid\n  Trick trick and D12, click click and see shells\n  5 o'clock news catch the details\n  And fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust\n  I got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus\n  And god forbid if I ever get shot\n  Give me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc\n\n  Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\n  I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n\n  It's best to shut your mouth up\n  Bullets flying through your window\n  Hit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up\n  Gotta keep the hustle going, a shady fuckin' omen\n\n  Hollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'\n  We on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out\n  I don't need cameras when I fade'em out\n  Get your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad\n  D12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top\n\n  Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff\n  Making mess with you the corner player cleaned up\n  Do it for the gusto, what up, doh?\n  You a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho\n  If it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening\n  If she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it\n  Way worst than EST about my dividends\n  To finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting\n\n  Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling, I get it\n  I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it\n  Whenever I drop the line they faded\n  Single top of the world I made it\n  I made it, what? I made it, what?\n  Taking over this bitch and y'all hate it\n"}]