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Whips and chains\nAll I did, flip some cane\nNow a nigga sick of the Range\nOnly a new six could fix the pain\nLook at all these goose bumps 'round my wrist and veins\nMilton Bradley wanna get my game\n5-0 wanna frisk my frame\nI don't deal wit' cheap blow\nWhen I shoot, no block, sorta like a free throw\nCan't miss, and one of you bitches burn me and I can't piss?\nGot me itchin' like it's dandruff?\nYou gon' see the back of Cam' hand quick, you damn bitch\nI'ma stomp you, stab you, look at you, you damn bitch\nYa love I would dumb back out\nEverybody like \"Killa! When u come back out?\"\nListen, I like rap, routine had to stop\nMet a new connect, got it 18 a whop\nCops on payrolls, every block got blow\nWe fight every night, reunite and pop mo'\nThat's how it is when you deal wit' me\nAnd I don't feel tv, only real tv\nReal money, real gats, real cats, real girls\nMTV I'll show you the real world\nCats run up on you, splatter your white eyes\nThat's only to make Saturday night live\nLookin' for a casket, got the right size\nWanna bake a cake, I got the right pies\nCrashed up with four, But now the right five\nLookin' for beef? You found the right guys\nOld folk say \"Cam stop your route\"\nWhy you gotta get the guns, just box it out\"\nListen, that there is trife, only fightin' is the doctor\nThat's for your life\nAs for your wife, took her out just to tour town\nBench press for what, lift four pounds\nTear up your car, all four doors down\nCats wanna box, here's four more rounds\n\nYo, keep talkin' 'bout convertibles\nAnd your ice, I'ma smack you yap you and murder you\nKeep talkin' 'bout your dawgs is this\nAnd you leavin' out the part that your dawgs is bitch\nLets get straight to the point\nAin't a nigga better than me, I'm aggravated and I'm fed to the T\nIf I gotta do joints and I'm sittin' for five\nWhen you reminisce about me say the nigga was live\nI got twelve arm robberies pendin'\nA dope charge, a gun charge, hard to see holiday bendin'\nWit' a brand new case\nTwenty niggas, to ride, a spot OT and some brand new base\nWhy say names\nYou could get who ever you know, I got the gun cocked ready to blow\nDon't compare his rhymes to mines\nMines is real, and his is just words and lines\n\nNow I'mma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas\nSheek Louch, a nigga who got lots of cheese\nWit' enough coke to stand on and slide like ski's\nAnd you could see your whole body on my H-R-E's\nHow you wanna do this shit, like the quick and the dead\nSo I could cock back, empty out the back of your head\nDo a drive-by go head, I'm quick wit the heater\nI shoot through you, your car, and through the parkin' meter\n\nLook it ain't much to talk about, fuck you\nFuck where you from, you better wear your gun\nWon't shoot nothin, but you will appear in court\nI put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts\nFew hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there\nWit' a funny smell like gun powder colon\nListen everything's about the kiss\nThe new dope out\nSky blue CL 6 with the new poke-outs\nTired of the speculation faggot\nEverything is real here\nYa'll ain't gonna get wreck on Jason\nHold down the fort, could never be bought\nSo I don't flip when the crackers wave checks in my face and\nRather start gunnin'\nCause soon as you start chasin' the money\nThat's when the money start runnin'\nI drive by in a car service\nHop out wit mad niggas, pull my phone out, like ya nervous\n\nLike ya don't know the kid stay hittin' benches\nWit kay's of the cane\nLeave strays sittin' inches away from your brain\nIn them grey kitted Benzs, I sway threw the lanes\nNow the nay's just sit and flinches, when they see the chain\nYa might not never come out, my verses get heard\nI'm a hustler, I don't sleep from the first to the third\nTake a while to load the Cali, but the shots go quickly\nPut red spots on your neck and they not no hickeys\nThe truck still got those micky's\nAnd don't even pass it my way if it's not no sticky\nNo matter where I'm at I pop regardless\n'Cause I get knocked, I cut a check, ya gone drop the charges\nPut three holes in head, make 'em look like bowlin' balls\nCome through in spring with Nikes that don't get sold 'til Fall\nSo I could hardly care\n'Cause the only way I see time behind bars, if it's a Cartier\nNigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] Word\n[00:04.31] New shit\n[00:05.66] Nature, Cam'ron, Lox, Fabolous\n[00:10.45] Piranhas, the crib sicker than Madonna's\n[00:13.06] Gettin' more press then Elian Gonzalez\n[00:15.02] Some niggas tell me I'm the hottest, I never cool off\n[00:17.65] Criticize the shit I write, but it's never too soft\n[00:20.23] Snatch channels like I'm Disney\n[00:21.72] Half-grizzly, unexplained\n[00:23.14] When niggas see me, they duck, hopin' I pass quickly\n[00:25.60] Someone to laugh with me, get acquainted\n[00:27.40] They know exactly when a nigga's famous, or livin' dangerous\n[00:30.31] The kid got a glow like I just came home\n[00:32.52] Try to dull me, niggas that owe be hidin' from me\n[00:35.33] Changin' their names, screenin' their calls\n[00:37.59] The dreamcast in the crib, never leavin' at all\n[00:40.28] Playin' NBA 2K for two days straight\n[00:42.58] Fifty dollas a game, let me polish my game\n[00:45.25] Withdrawin' at the bank, never deposit a thang\n[00:47.40] Yo, I gotta make a dolla wit' slang\n[00:49.33] Yo, back in the days, we was slaves, whips and chains\n[00:52.64] It's tradition, all I got? Whips and chains\n[00:55.16] All I did, flip some cane\n[00:56.79] Now a nigga sick of the Range\n[00:58.28] Only a new six could fix the pain\n[01:00.20] Look at all these goose bumps 'round my wrist and veins\n[01:02.79] Milton Bradley wanna get my game\n[01:04.57] 5-0 wanna frisk my frame\n[01:06.54] I don't deal wit' cheap blow\n[01:07.89] When I shoot, no block, sorta like a free throw\n[01:10.39] Can't miss, and one of you bitches burn me and I can't piss?\n[01:13.83] Got me itchin' like it's dandruff?\n[01:15.60] You gon' see the back of Cam' hand quick, you damn bitch\n[01:18.06] I'ma stomp you, stab you, look at you, you damn bitch\n[01:20.89] Ya love I would dumb back out\n[01:22.87] Everybody like \"Killa! When u come back out?\"\n[01:25.19] Listen, I like rap, routine had to stop\n[01:27.95] Met a new connect, got it 18 a whop\n[01:30.21] Cops on payrolls, every block got blow\n[01:32.81] We fight every night, reunite and pop mo'\n[01:35.59] That's how it is when you deal wit' me\n[01:37.51] And I don't feel tv, only real tv\n[01:40.32] Real money, real gats, real cats, real girls\n[01:42.91] MTV I'll show you the real world\n[01:45.34] Cats run up on you, splatter your white eyes\n[01:48.06] That's only to make Saturday night live\n[01:50.31] Lookin' for a casket, got the right size\n[01:52.82] Wanna bake a cake, I got the right pies\n[01:55.32] Crashed up with four, But now the right five\n[01:57.95] Lookin' for beef? You found the right guys\n[02:00.32] Old folk say \"Cam stop your route\"\n[02:02.67] Why you gotta get the guns, just box it out\"\n[02:05.20] Listen, that there is trife, only fightin' is the doctor\n[02:08.59] That's for your life\n[02:09.85] As for your wife, took her out just to tour town\n[02:12.98] Bench press for what, lift four pounds\n[02:15.39] Tear up your car, all four doors down\n[02:17.85] Cats wanna box, here's four more rounds\n[02:20.14] Yo, keep talkin' 'bout convertibles\n[02:22.44] And your ice, I'ma smack you yap you and murder you\n[02:25.64] Keep talkin' 'bout your dawgs is this\n[02:27.75] And you leavin' out the part that your dawgs is bitch\n[02:30.08] Lets get straight to the point\n[02:31.75] Ain't a nigga better than me, I'm aggravated and I'm fed to the T\n[02:35.11] If I gotta do joints and I'm sittin' for five\n[02:37.68] When you reminisce about me say the nigga was live\n[02:40.13] I got twelve arm robberies pendin'\n[02:42.02] A dope charge, a gun charge, hard to see holiday bendin'\n[02:45.05] Wit' a brand new case\n[02:46.66] Twenty niggas, to ride, a spot OT and some brand new base\n[02:50.38] Why say names\n[02:51.80] You could get who ever you know, I got the gun cocked ready to blow\n[02:54.99] Don't compare his rhymes to mines\n[02:57.03] Mines is real, and his is just words and lines\n[02:59.93] Now I'mma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas\n[03:02.78] Sheek Louch, a nigga who got lots of cheese\n[03:05.29] Wit' enough coke to stand on and slide like ski's\n[03:07.51] And you could see your whole body on my H-R-E's\n[03:10.01] How you wanna do this shit, like the quick and the dead\n[03:12.56] So I could cock back, empty out the back of your head\n[03:15.14] Do a drive-by go head, I'm quick wit the heater\n[03:17.56] I shoot through you, your car, and through the parkin' meter\n[03:19.82] Look it ain't much to talk about, fuck you\n[03:22.56] Fuck where you from, you better wear your gun\n[03:24.95] Won't shoot nothin, but you will appear in court\n[03:27.48] I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts\n[03:30.17] Few hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there\n[03:32.66] Wit' a funny smell like gun powder colon\n[03:35.17] Listen everything's about the kiss\n[03:36.86] The new dope out\n[03:37.83] Sky blue CL 6 with the new poke-outs\n[03:40.32] Tired of the speculation faggot\n[03:42.16] Everything is real here\n[03:43.54] Ya'll ain't gonna get wreck on Jason\n[03:45.38] Hold down the fort, could never be bought\n[03:47.45] So I don't flip when the crackers wave checks in my face and\n[03:50.39] Rather start gunnin'\n[03:51.63] Cause soon as you start chasin' the money\n[03:53.39] That's when the money start runnin'\n[03:55.14] I drive by in a car service\n[03:57.08] Hop out wit mad niggas, pull my phone out, like ya nervous\n[03:59.15] Like ya don't know the kid stay hittin' benches\n[04:01.33] Wit kay's of the cane\n[04:02.57] Leave strays sittin' inches away from your brain\n[04:04.98] In them grey kitted Benzs, I sway threw the lanes\n[04:07.45] Now the nay's just sit and flinches, when they see the chain\n[04:09.86] Ya might not never come out, my verses get heard\n[04:12.46] I'm a hustler, I don't sleep from the first to the third\n[04:14.85] Take a while to load the Cali, but the shots go quickly\n[04:17.76] Put red spots on your neck and they not no hickeys\n[04:20.02] The truck still got those micky's\n[04:21.99] And don't even pass it my way if it's not no sticky\n[04:24.93] No matter where I'm at I pop regardless\n[04:27.35] 'Cause I get knocked, I cut a check, ya gone drop the charges\n[04:29.84] Put three holes in head, make 'em look like bowlin' balls\n[04:32.48] Come through in spring with Nikes that don't get sold 'til Fall\n[04:34.83] So I could hardly care\n[04:36.22] 'Cause the only way I see time behind bars, if it's a Cartier\n[04:39.84] Nigga\n[04:40.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fantastic Four 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Whips and chains\nAll I did, flip some cane\nNow a nigga sick of the Range\nOnly a new six could fix the pain\nLook at all these goose bumps 'round my wrist and veins\nMilton Bradley wanna get my game\n5-0 wanna frisk my frame\nI don't deal wit' cheap blow\nWhen I shoot, no block, sorta like a free throw\nCan't miss, and one of you bitches burn me and I can't piss?\nGot me itchin' like it's dandruff?\nYou gon' see the back of Cam' hand quick, you damn bitch\nI'ma stomp you, stab you, look at you, you damn bitch\nYa love I would dumb back out\nEverybody like \"Killa! When u come back out?\"\nListen, I like rap, routine had to stop\nMet a new connect, got it 18 a whop\nCops on payrolls, every block got blow\nWe fight every night, reunite and pop mo'\nThat's how it is when you deal wit' me\nAnd I don't feel tv, only real tv\nReal money, real gats, real cats, real girls\nMTV I'll show you the real world\nCats run up on you, splatter your white eyes\nThat's only to make Saturday night live\nLookin' for a casket, got the right size\nWanna bake a cake, I got the right pies\nCrashed up with four, But now the right five\nLookin' for beef? 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Whips and chains\nAll I did, flip some cane\nNow a nigga sick of the Range\nOnly a new six could fix the pain\nLook at all these goose bumps 'round my wrist and veins\nMilton Bradley wanna get my game\n5-0 wanna frisk my frame\nI don't deal wit' cheap blow\nWhen I shoot, no block, sorta like a free throw\nCan't miss, and one of you bitches burn me and I can't piss?\nGot me itchin' like it's dandruff?\nYou gon' see the back of Cam' hand quick, you damn bitch\nI'ma stomp you, stab you, look at you, you damn bitch\nYa love I would dumb back out\nEverybody like \"Killa! When u come back out?\"\nListen, I like rap, routine had to stop\nMet a new connect, got it 18 a whop\nCops on payrolls, every block got blow\nWe fight every night, reunite and pop mo'\nThat's how it is when you deal wit' me\nAnd I don't feel tv, only real tv\nReal money, real gats, real cats, real girls\nMTV I'll show you the real world\nCats run up on you, splatter your white eyes\nThat's only to make Saturday night live\nLookin' for a casket, got the right size\nWanna bake a cake, I got the right pies\nCrashed up with four, But now the right five\nLookin' for beef? 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Whips and chains\nAll I did, flip some cane\nNow a nigga sick of the Range\nOnly a new six could fix the pain\nLook at all these goose bumps 'round my wrist and veins\nMilton Bradley wanna get my game\n5-0 wanna frisk my frame\nI don't deal wit' cheap blow\nWhen I shoot, no block, sorta like a free throw\nCan't miss, and one of you bitches burn me and I can't piss?\nGot me itchin' like it's dandruff?\nYou gon' see the back of Cam' hand quick, you damn bitch\nI'ma stomp you, stab you, look at you, you damn bitch\nYa love I would dumb back out\nEverybody like \"Killa! When u come back out?\"\nListen, I like rap, routine had to stop\nMet a new connect, got it 18 a whop\nCops on payrolls, every block got blow\nWe fight every night, reunite and pop mo'\nThat's how it is when you deal wit' me\nAnd I don't feel tv, only real tv\nReal money, real gats, real cats, real girls\nMTV I'll show you the real world\nCats run up on you, splatter your white eyes\nThat's only to make Saturday night live\nLookin' for a casket, got the right size\nWanna bake a cake, I got the right pies\nCrashed up with four, But now the right five\nLookin' for beef? 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owe be hidin' from me\n  Changin' their names, screenin' their calls\n  The dreamcast in the crib, never leavin' at all\n  Playin' NBA 2K for two days straight\n  Fifty dollas a game, let me polish my game\n  Withdrawin' at the bank, never deposit a thang\n  Yo, I gotta make a dolla wit' slang\n\n  Yo, back in the days, we was slaves, whips and chains\n  It's tradition, all I got? Whips and chains\n  All I did, flip some cane\n  Now a nigga sick of the Range\n  Only a new six could fix the pain\n  Look at all these goose bumps 'round my wrist and veins\n  Milton Bradley wanna get my game\n  5-0 wanna frisk my frame\n  I don't deal wit' cheap blow\n  When I shoot, no block, sorta like a free throw\n  Can't miss, and one of you bitches burn me and I can't piss?\n  Got me itchin' like it's dandruff?\n  You gon' see the back of Cam' hand quick, you damn bitch\n  I'ma stomp you, stab you, look at you, you damn bitch\n  Ya love I would dumb back out\n  Everybody like \"Killa! When u come back out?\"\n  Listen, I like rap, routine had to stop\n  Met a new connect, got it 18 a whop\n  Cops on payrolls, every block got blow\n  We fight every night, reunite and pop mo'\n  That's how it is when you deal wit' me\n  And I don't feel tv, only real tv\n  Real money, real gats, real cats, real girls\n  MTV I'll show you the real world\n  Cats run up on you, splatter your white eyes\n  That's only to make Saturday night live\n  Lookin' for a casket, got the right size\n  Wanna bake a cake, I got the right pies\n  Crashed up with four, But now the right five\n  Lookin' for beef? You found the right guys\n  Old folk say \"Cam stop your route\"\n  Why you gotta get the guns, just box it out\"\n  Listen, that there is trife, only fightin' is the doctor\n  That's for your life\n  As for your wife, took her out just to tour town\n  Bench press for what, lift four pounds\n  Tear up your car, all four doors down\n  Cats wanna box, here's four more rounds\n\n  Yo, keep talkin' 'bout convertibles\n  And your ice, I'ma smack you yap you and murder you\n  Keep talkin' 'bout your dawgs is this\n  And you leavin' out the part that your dawgs is bitch\n  Lets get straight to the point\n  Ain't a nigga better than me, I'm aggravated and I'm fed to the T\n  If I gotta do joints and I'm sittin' for five\n  When you reminisce about me say the nigga was live\n  I got twelve arm robberies pendin'\n  A dope charge, a gun charge, hard to see holiday bendin'\n  Wit' a brand new case\n  Twenty niggas, to ride, a spot OT and some brand new base\n  Why say names\n  You could get who ever you know, I got the gun cocked ready to blow\n  Don't compare his rhymes to mines\n  Mines is real, and his is just words and lines\n\n  Now I'mma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas\n  Sheek Louch, a nigga who got lots of cheese\n  Wit' enough coke to stand on and slide like ski's\n  And you could see your whole body on my H-R-E's\n  How you wanna do this shit, like the quick and the dead\n  So I could cock back, empty out the back of your head\n  Do a drive-by go head, I'm quick wit the heater\n  I shoot through you, your car, and through the parkin' meter\n\n  Look it ain't much to talk about, fuck you\n  Fuck where you from, you better wear your gun\n  Won't shoot nothin, but you will appear in court\n  I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts\n  Few hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there\n  Wit' a funny smell like gun powder colon\n  Listen everything's about the kiss\n  The new dope out\n  Sky blue CL 6 with the new poke-outs\n  Tired of the speculation faggot\n  Everything is real here\n  Ya'll ain't gonna get wreck on Jason\n  Hold down the fort, could never be bought\n  So I don't flip when the crackers wave checks in my face and\n  Rather start gunnin'\n  Cause soon as you start chasin' the money\n  That's when the money start runnin'\n  I drive by in a car service\n  Hop out wit mad niggas, pull my phone out, like ya nervous\n\n  Like ya don't know the kid stay hittin' benches\n  Wit kay's of the cane\n  Leave strays sittin' inches away from your brain\n  In them grey kitted Benzs, I sway threw the lanes\n  Now the nay's just sit and flinches, when they see the chain\n  Ya might not never come out, my verses get heard\n  I'm a hustler, I don't sleep from the first to the third\n  Take a while to load the Cali, but the shots go quickly\n  Put red spots on your neck and they not no hickeys\n  The truck still got those micky's\n  And don't even pass it my way if it's not no sticky\n  No matter where I'm at I pop regardless\n  'Cause I get knocked, I cut a check, ya gone drop the charges\n  Put three holes in head, make 'em look like bowlin' balls\n  Come through in spring with Nikes that don't get sold 'til Fall\n  So I could hardly care\n  'Cause the only way I see time behind bars, if it's a Cartier\n  Nigga\n"}]