[{"id":29116540,"name":"We Must Be Heard","trackName":"We Must Be Heard","artistName":"Dj Drama","albumName":"Gangsta Grillz: The Album, Volume 2","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This... could be something big!\n\nDon't change the station,\nI've been impatiently waiting,\nPacin', welcome to the danger zone.\nIt's a war goin' on outside\nAnd my people gotta paint they faces on.\nDo what I gotta do, And what I gotta do\nIs work and flip a dolla'.\nAin't got no trophies\nBut I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.\nNot an alcoholic but alcohol it,\nCan ease the pain.\nDrinkin' all my problems away\nBut still prayin' in Jesus' name.\nTryna' turn our voices up,\nAnd the government tones us down.\nNow the gas is goin' up,\nAnd the hood is goin' down.\nSo the hood is comin' fo' ya'\nIn the streets is hungry goons!\nComin' to a neighborhood near you,\nToday or someday soon.\nBetta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,\nAnd watch yo' side to side.\nBetta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;\nThe streets gon' ride tonight.\nAnd I'm just gon' ride it out,\n'Til my expiration date.\n'Cause I go hard in the paint,\nThey softer than paper plates.\nMake way for the revolution,\nAnd yes you should be scurred.\n'Cause one way or another...\nMy people will be heard.\n\nShow you what the soldiers see:\nEmbassy, diplomacy,\nSick scene infantry,\nShootin' at the cobra fleet.\nDeploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,\nThis hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.\nBody bags, fishy like herrin,\nWhen I'm airin', tear a chair in half.\nWatchin' Half Baked,\nAt the cabin by the lake.\nSee the blue and white plates,\nSee the wood on the panel.\nI may be cherry oat, Chilly O, flannel coat.\nWarfare never fair,\nTherefore, I need finer things:\nLike grenades, tanks, a couple fighter planes.\nI'm decorated in medals,\nStripes like a zebra.\nAnd by the way, you rappin' niggas,\nI don't like you neitha'.\nI mean, \"either,\" proper gramma',\nPop a camera -- man on that rap, DVD propaganda.\nYeah, Willie Da Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,\nNigga strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.\n\n(During Kid's last verse) In these times,\nThe economy got niggas thinkin'\nOf ways to make paper.\n'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' niggas\nEnough for they slave labor.\nThat's when ya' get a nigga thinkin' about\nYa' know he gotta' come in to ya'.\nIt's when a nigga throw a ski mask on,\nRun up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.\nRollin' the dices with a nigga that be strugglin',\nTryna' make it through the crisis.\nIt might just make him wanna' act up a little bit\nTo print another new gas prices.\nAll this fuckery we got goin' on,\nIndeed it needs to cease.\nHow the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen\nWhen the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?\nEasin' my hand in somebody's pocket\n(Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.\nSpeakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\nWe gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\nBreathin' hard, my mind is blown,\nTryin' not to get evicted out my home.\nBut tryna' live when you know a nigga broke\nIs like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\nBut I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\nI do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\nLeave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\nChange is right around the corna'.\nListen! You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\nAll I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\nI promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\nLife, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness!\nPursuit, huh?\nSee each and every day we all get closer\nTo the real meanin'.\nMe, myself? I always follow my own path\nAnd now I come here to motivate!\n\"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\nSo I make this my Life,\nMy liberty,\nAnd everday, my pursuit.\nWhat about you?\nDrama, Luda', Willie, Busta, V12, AMG","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.58] This... could be something big!\n[00:06.07] Don't change the station,\n[00:07.12] I've been impatiently waiting,\n[00:08.53] Pacin', welcome to the danger zone.\n[00:10.57] It's a war goin' on outside\n[00:11.96] And my people gotta paint they faces on.\n[00:13.74] Do what I gotta do, And what I gotta do\n[00:15.06] Is work and flip a dolla'.\n[00:17.61] Ain't got no trophies\n[00:18.87] But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.\n[00:20.58] Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,\n[00:21.96] Can ease the pain.\n[00:24.45] Drinkin' all my problems away\n[00:26.33] But still prayin' in Jesus' name.\n[00:27.84] Tryna' turn our voices up,\n[00:29.40] And the government tones us down.\n[00:30.88] Now the gas is goin' up,\n[00:32.54] And the hood is goin' down.\n[00:34.49] So the hood is comin' fo' ya'\n[00:35.64] In the streets is hungry goons!\n[00:37.18] Comin' to a neighborhood near you,\n[00:38.61] Today or someday soon.\n[00:40.46] Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,\n[00:42.35] And watch yo' side to side.\n[00:44.36] Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;\n[00:45.92] The streets gon' ride tonight.\n[00:47.65] And I'm just gon' ride it out,\n[00:49.13] 'Til my expiration date.\n[00:50.52] 'Cause I go hard in the paint,\n[00:52.64] They softer than paper plates.\n[00:54.00] Make way for the revolution,\n[00:55.60] And yes you should be scurred.\n[00:57.31] 'Cause one way or another...\n[00:59.12] My people will be heard.\n[01:00.63] Show you what the soldiers see:\n[01:02.09] Embassy, diplomacy,\n[01:03.78] Sick scene infantry,\n[01:05.17] Shootin' at the cobra fleet.\n[01:06.95] Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,\n[01:10.20] This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.\n[01:12.13] Body bags, fishy like herrin,\n[01:14.04] When I'm airin', tear a chair in half.\n[01:17.46] Watchin' Half Baked,\n[01:18.89] At the cabin by the lake.\n[01:20.08] See the blue and white plates,\n[01:21.90] See the wood on the panel.\n[01:23.79] I may be cherry oat, Chilly O, flannel coat.\n[01:25.56] Warfare never fair,\n[01:28.94] Therefore, I need finer things:\n[01:30.49] Like grenades, tanks, a couple fighter planes.\n[01:33.69] I'm decorated in medals,\n[01:35.73] Stripes like a zebra.\n[01:37.80] And by the way, you rappin' niggas,\n[01:39.86] I don't like you neitha'.\n[01:41.19] I mean, \"either,\" proper gramma',\n[01:43.07] Pop a camera -- man on that rap, DVD propaganda.\n[01:44.69] Yeah, Willie Da Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,\n[01:50.54] Nigga strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.\n[01:53.40] (During Kid's last verse) In these times,\n[01:55.11] The economy got niggas thinkin'\n[01:57.59] Of ways to make paper.\n[01:58.21] 'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' niggas\n[01:58.92] Enough for they slave labor.\n[01:59.90] That's when ya' get a nigga thinkin' about\n[02:01.93] Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya'.\n[02:03.75] It's when a nigga throw a ski mask on,\n[02:04.70] Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.\n[02:05.62] Rollin' the dices with a nigga that be strugglin',\n[02:08.82] Tryna' make it through the crisis.\n[02:10.16] It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit\n[02:11.92] To print another new gas prices.\n[02:13.36] All this fuckery we got goin' on,\n[02:15.00] Indeed it needs to cease.\n[02:16.49] How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen\n[02:18.26] When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?\n[02:19.88] Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket\n[02:22.29] (Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.\n[02:23.55] Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\n[02:25.14] We gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\n[02:27.04] Breathin' hard, my mind is blown,\n[02:28.65] Tryin' not to get evicted out my home.\n[02:30.04] But tryna' live when you know a nigga broke\n[02:31.49] Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n[02:33.14] But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\n[02:35.01] I do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\n[02:36.88] Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\n[02:38.42] Change is right around the corna'.\n[02:40.42] Listen! You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\n[02:42.75] All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\n[02:44.96] I promise somebody gonna' pay!\n[02:46.77] Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness!\n[02:50.39] Pursuit, huh?\n[02:53.68] See each and every day we all get closer\n[02:55.52] To the real meanin'.\n[02:58.22] Me, myself? I always follow my own path\n[03:02.38] And now I come here to motivate!\n[03:05.28] \"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\n[03:10.70] So I make this my Life,\n[03:12.90] My liberty,\n[03:14.76] And everday, my pursuit.\n[03:17.13] What about you?\n[03:18.96] Drama, Luda', Willie, Busta, V12, AMG\n[03:36.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Must Be Heard\n  artist: Dj Drama\n  album: 'Gangsta Grillz: The Album, Volume 2'\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This... could be something big!\n  start_ms: 1580\n  end_ms: 6070\n- text: Don't change the station,\n  start_ms: 6070\n  end_ms: 7120\n- text: I've been impatiently waiting,\n  start_ms: 7120\n  end_ms: 8530\n- text: Pacin', welcome to the danger zone.\n  start_ms: 8530\n  end_ms: 10570\n- text: It's a war goin' on outside\n  start_ms: 10570\n  end_ms: 11960\n- text: And my people gotta paint they faces on.\n  start_ms: 11960\n  end_ms: 13740\n- text: Do what I gotta do, 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I gotta' keep eatin.\n  Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\n  We gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\n  Breathin' hard, my mind is blown,\n  Tryin' not to get evicted out my home.\n  But tryna' live when you know a nigga broke\n  Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n  But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\n  I do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\n  Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\n  Change is right around the corna'.\n  Listen! You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\n  All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\n  I promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\n  Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness!\n  Pursuit, huh?\n  See each and every day we all get closer\n  To the real meanin'.\n  Me, myself? I always follow my own path\n  And now I come here to motivate!\n  \"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\n  So I make this my Life,\n  My liberty,\n  And everday, my pursuit.\n  What about you?\n  Drama, Luda', Willie, Busta, V12, AMG\n"},{"id":11724885,"name":"We Must Be Heard","trackName":"We Must Be Heard","artistName":"DJ Drama feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes","albumName":"Gangsta Grillz: The Album, Volume 2","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)\n\n[in the background:] This... Could be something big!\n\n[Ludacris:]\nDon't change the station,\nI've been impatiently waiting,\nPacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.\nIt's a war goin' on outside\nAnd my people gotta paint they faces on.\nAnd what I gotta do, And what I gotta do\nIs work and flip a dolla'.\nAin't got no trophies\nBut I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.\n\nNot an alcoholic but alcohol it,\nCan ease the pain.\nDrinkin' all my problems away\nBut still prayin' in Jesus' name.\nTryna' turn our voices up,\nAnd the government tones us down.\nNow that gas is goin' up,\nAnd the hood is goin' down.\n\nSo the hood is comin' fo' ya'\nIn the streets is hungry goons!\nComin' to a neighborhood near you,\nToday or someday soon.\nBetta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,\nAnd watch yo' side to side.\nBetta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;\nThe streets gon' ride tonight.\n\nAnd I'm just gon' ride it out,\nTil my expiration date.\n'Cause I go hard and the paint [? ],\nThey softer than paper plates.\nMake way for the revolution,\nAnd yes you should be scurred.\n'Cause one way or another...\nMy people will be heard.\n\n[Willie the Kid:]\nShow you what the soldiers see:\nEmbassy, Diplomacy,\nSince seen [? ] infantry,\nShootin' at the cobra fleet [? ].\nDeploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,\nThis hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.\nBody bags, fish it [? ] like Harland [? ],\nWhen I'm airin', tear a chair in half.\n\nWatchin' Half Baked,\nAt the cabin by the Lake.\nSee the blue and white plates,\nSee the wood on the panel.\nI may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat [? ].\nWarfare? Never fair,\nTherefore, I need finer things:\nLike grenades; tanks; a couple fighter planes.\n\nI'm decorated in medals;\nStripes like a Zebra.\nAnd by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,\nI don't like you neitha'.\nI mean, \"either, \" proper gramma',\nPop a camera - man on that rap, DVD propaganda.\nYeah, Willie the Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,\nNigga' strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.\n\n[Busta Rhymes:]\n(During Kid's last verse) In these times,\nThe economy got nigga's thinkin'\nThe worst to make paper.\n'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' nigga's\nEnough for they slave labor.\nThat's when ya' get a Nigga' thinkin about\nYa' know he gotta' come in to ya'.\nIt's when a nigga' throw a ski mask on,\nRun up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.\n\nRollin' the dices with a nigga' that be strugglin',\nTryna' make it through the crisis.\nIt might just make him wanna' act up a little bit\nTo print another new gas prices.\nAll this fuckery we got goin' on,\nIndeed it needs to cease.\nHow the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen\nWhen the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?\n\nEasin' my hand in somebody's pocket\n(Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.\nSpeakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\nWe gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\nBreathin' hard, my mind is blown,\nTryin' not to get evicted out my home.\nBut tryna' live when you know a nigga' broke\nIs like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n\nBut I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\nI do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\nLeave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\nChange is right around the corna'.\nYou tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\nAll I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\nI promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\n[DJ Drama:]\n(Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness!\nPursuit, huh?\nSee Each and every day we all get closer\nTo the real meanin'.\nMe, myself? I always follow my own path\nAnd now I come here to motivate!\n\"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\nSo I make this my Life,\nMy Liberty,\nAnd everday, my Pursuit.\nWhat about you?)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.58] This... could be something big!\n[00:06.07] Don't change the station,\n[00:07.12] I've been impatiently waiting,\n[00:08.53] Pacin', welcome to the danger zone.\n[00:10.57] It's a war goin' on outside\n[00:11.96] And my people gotta paint they faces on.\n[00:13.74] Do what I gotta do, And what I gotta do\n[00:15.06] Is work and flip a dolla'.\n[00:17.61] Ain't got no trophies\n[00:18.87] But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.\n[00:20.58] Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,\n[00:21.96] Can ease the pain.\n[00:24.45] Drinkin' all my problems away\n[00:26.33] But still prayin' in Jesus' name.\n[00:27.84] Tryna' turn our voices up,\n[00:29.40] And the government tones us down.\n[00:30.88] Now the gas is goin' up,\n[00:32.54] And the hood is goin' down.\n[00:34.49] So the hood is comin' fo' ya'\n[00:35.64] In the streets is hungry goons!\n[00:37.18] Comin' to a neighborhood near you,\n[00:38.61] Today or someday soon.\n[00:40.46] Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,\n[00:42.35] And watch yo' side to side.\n[00:44.36] Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;\n[00:45.92] The streets gon' ride tonight.\n[00:47.65] And I'm just gon' ride it out,\n[00:49.13] 'Til my expiration date.\n[00:50.52] 'Cause I go hard in the paint,\n[00:52.64] They softer than paper plates.\n[00:54.00] Make way for the revolution,\n[00:55.60] And yes you should be scurred.\n[00:57.31] 'Cause one way or another...\n[00:59.12] My people will be heard.\n[01:00.63] Show you what the soldiers see:\n[01:02.09] Embassy, diplomacy,\n[01:03.78] Sick scene infantry,\n[01:05.17] Shootin' at the cobra fleet.\n[01:06.95] Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,\n[01:10.20] This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.\n[01:12.13] Body bags, fishy like herrin,\n[01:14.04] When I'm airin', tear a chair in half.\n[01:17.46] Watchin' Half Baked,\n[01:18.89] At the cabin by the lake.\n[01:20.08] See the blue and white plates,\n[01:21.90] See the wood on the panel.\n[01:23.79] I may be cherry oat, Chilly O, flannel coat.\n[01:25.56] Warfare never fair,\n[01:28.94] Therefore, I need finer things:\n[01:30.49] Like grenades, tanks, a couple fighter planes.\n[01:33.69] I'm decorated in medals,\n[01:35.73] Stripes like a zebra.\n[01:37.80] And by the way, you rappin' niggas,\n[01:39.86] I don't like you neitha'.\n[01:41.19] I mean, \"either,\" proper gramma',\n[01:43.07] Pop a camera -- man on that rap, DVD propaganda.\n[01:44.69] Yeah, Willie Da Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,\n[01:50.54] Nigga strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.\n[01:53.40] (During Kid's last verse) In these times,\n[01:55.11] The economy got niggas thinkin'\n[01:57.59] Of ways to make paper.\n[01:58.21] 'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' niggas\n[01:58.92] Enough for they slave labor.\n[01:59.90] That's when ya' get a nigga thinkin' about\n[02:01.93] Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya'.\n[02:03.75] It's when a nigga throw a ski mask on,\n[02:04.70] Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.\n[02:05.62] Rollin' the dices with a nigga that be strugglin',\n[02:08.82] Tryna' make it through the crisis.\n[02:10.16] It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit\n[02:11.92] To print another new gas prices.\n[02:13.36] All this fuckery we got goin' on,\n[02:15.00] Indeed it needs to cease.\n[02:16.49] How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen\n[02:18.26] When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?\n[02:19.88] Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket\n[02:22.29] (Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.\n[02:23.55] Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\n[02:25.14] We gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\n[02:27.04] Breathin' hard, my mind is blown,\n[02:28.65] Tryin' not to get evicted out my home.\n[02:30.04] But tryna' live when you know a nigga broke\n[02:31.49] Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n[02:33.14] But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\n[02:35.01] I do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\n[02:36.88] Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\n[02:38.42] Change is right around the corna'.\n[02:40.42] Listen! You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\n[02:42.75] All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\n[02:44.96] I promise somebody gonna' pay!\n[02:46.77] Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness!\n[02:50.39] Pursuit, huh?\n[02:53.68] See each and every day we all get closer\n[02:55.52] To the real meanin'.\n[02:58.22] Me, myself? 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I gotta' keep eatin.\n  Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\n  We gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\n  Breathin' hard, my mind is blown,\n  Tryin' not to get evicted out my home.\n  But tryna' live when you know a nigga' broke\n  Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n\n  But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\n  I do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\n  Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\n  Change is right around the corna'.\n  You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\n  All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\n  I promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\n  [DJ Drama:]\n  (Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness!\n  Pursuit, huh?\n  See Each and every day we all get closer\n  To the real meanin'.\n  Me, myself? I always follow my own path\n  And now I come here to motivate!\n  \"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\n  So I make this my Life,\n  My Liberty,\n  And everday, my Pursuit.\n  What about you?)\n"},{"id":25734484,"name":"We Must Be Heard","trackName":"We Must Be Heard","artistName":"DJ Drama feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes","albumName":"Gangsta Grillz: The Album, Volume 2","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)\n\n[in the background:] This... Could be something big!\n\n[Ludacris:]\nDon't change the station,\nI've been impatiently waiting,\nPacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.\nIt's a war goin' on outside\nAnd my people gotta paint they faces on.\nAnd what I gotta do, And what I gotta do\nIs work and flip a dolla'.\nAin't got no trophies\nBut I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.\n\nNot an alcoholic but alcohol it,\nCan ease the pain.\nDrinkin' all my problems away\nBut still prayin' in Jesus' name.\nTryna' turn our voices up,\nAnd the government tones us down.\nNow that gas is goin' up,\nAnd the hood is goin' down.\n\nSo the hood is comin' fo' ya'\nIn the streets is hungry goons!\nComin' to a neighborhood near you,\nToday or someday soon.\nBetta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,\nAnd watch yo' side to side.\nBetta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;\nThe streets gon' ride tonight.\n\nAnd I'm just gon' ride it out,\nTil my expiration date.\n'Cause I go hard and the paint [? ],\nThey softer than paper plates.\nMake way for the revolution,\nAnd yes you should be scurred.\n'Cause one way or another...\nMy people will be heard.\n\n[Willie the Kid:]\nShow you what the soldiers see:\nEmbassy, Diplomacy,\nSince seen [? ] infantry,\nShootin' at the cobra fleet [? ].\nDeploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,\nThis hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.\nBody bags, fish it [? ] like Harland [? ],\nWhen I'm airin', tear a chair in half.\n\nWatchin' Half Baked,\nAt the cabin by the Lake.\nSee the blue and white plates,\nSee the wood on the panel.\nI may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat [? ].\nWarfare? Never fair,\nTherefore, I need finer things:\nLike grenades; tanks; a couple fighter planes.\n\nI'm decorated in medals;\nStripes like a Zebra.\nAnd by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,\nI don't like you neitha'.\nI mean, \"either, \" proper gramma',\nPop a camera - man on that rap, DVD propaganda.\nYeah, Willie the Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,\nNigga' strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.\n\n[Busta Rhymes:]\n(During Kid's last verse) In these times,\nThe economy got nigga's thinkin'\nThe worst to make paper.\n'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' nigga's\nEnough for they slave labor.\nThat's when ya' get a Nigga' thinkin about\nYa' know he gotta' come in to ya'.\nIt's when a nigga' throw a ski mask on,\nRun up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.\n\nRollin' the dices with a nigga' that be strugglin',\nTryna' make it through the crisis.\nIt might just make him wanna' act up a little bit\nTo print another new gas prices.\nAll this fuckery we got goin' on,\nIndeed it needs to cease.\nHow the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen\nWhen the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?\n\nEasin' my hand in somebody's pocket\n(Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.\nSpeakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\nWe gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\nBreathin' hard, my mind is blown,\nTryin' not to get evicted out my home.\nBut tryna' live when you know a nigga' broke\nIs like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n\nBut I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\nI do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\nLeave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\nChange is right around the corna'.\nYou tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\nAll I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\nI promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\n[DJ Drama:]\n(Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness!\nPursuit, huh?\nSee Each and every day we all get closer\nTo the real meanin'.\nMe, myself? I always follow my own path\nAnd now I come here to motivate!\n\"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\nSo I make this my Life,\nMy Liberty,\nAnd everday, my Pursuit.\nWhat about you?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Must Be Heard\n  artist: DJ Drama feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes\n  album: 'Gangsta Grillz: The Album, Volume 2'\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)\n\n  [in the background:] This... Could be something big!\n\n  [Ludacris:]\n  Don't change the station,\n  I've been impatiently waiting,\n  Pacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.\n  It's a war goin' on outside\n  And my people gotta paint they faces on.\n  And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do\n  Is work and flip a dolla'.\n  Ain't got no trophies\n  But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.\n\n  Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,\n  Can ease the pain.\n  Drinkin' all my problems away\n  But still prayin' in Jesus' name.\n  Tryna' turn our voices up,\n  And the government tones us down.\n  Now that gas is goin' up,\n  And the hood is goin' down.\n\n  So the hood is comin' fo' ya'\n  In the streets is hungry goons!\n  Comin' to a neighborhood near you,\n  Today or someday soon.\n  Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,\n  And watch yo' side to side.\n  Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;\n  The streets gon' ride tonight.\n\n  And I'm just gon' ride it out,\n  Til my expiration date.\n  'Cause I go hard and the paint [? ],\n  They softer than paper plates.\n  Make way for the revolution,\n  And yes you should be scurred.\n  'Cause one way or another...\n  My people will be heard.\n\n  [Willie the Kid:]\n  Show you what the soldiers see:\n  Embassy, Diplomacy,\n  Since seen [? ] infantry,\n  Shootin' at the cobra fleet [? ].\n  Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,\n  This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.\n  Body bags, fish it [? ] like Harland [? ],\n  When I'm airin', tear a chair in half.\n\n  Watchin' Half Baked,\n  At the cabin by the Lake.\n  See the blue and white plates,\n  See the wood on the panel.\n  I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat [? ].\n  Warfare? Never fair,\n  Therefore, I need finer things:\n  Like grenades; tanks; a couple fighter planes.\n\n  I'm decorated in medals;\n  Stripes like a Zebra.\n  And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,\n  I don't like you neitha'.\n  I mean, \"either, \" proper gramma',\n  Pop a camera - man on that rap, DVD propaganda.\n  Yeah, Willie the Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,\n  Nigga' strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.\n\n  [Busta Rhymes:]\n  (During Kid's last verse) In these times,\n  The economy got nigga's thinkin'\n  The worst to make paper.\n  'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' nigga's\n  Enough for they slave labor.\n  That's when ya' get a Nigga' thinkin about\n  Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya'.\n  It's when a nigga' throw a ski mask on,\n  Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.\n\n  Rollin' the dices with a nigga' that be strugglin',\n  Tryna' make it through the crisis.\n  It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit\n  To print another new gas prices.\n  All this fuckery we got goin' on,\n  Indeed it needs to cease.\n  How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen\n  When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?\n\n  Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket\n  (Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.\n  Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\n  We gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\n  Breathin' hard, my mind is blown,\n  Tryin' not to get evicted out my home.\n  But tryna' live when you know a nigga' broke\n  Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n\n  But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\n  I do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\n  Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\n  Change is right around the corna'.\n  You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\n  All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\n  I promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\n  [DJ Drama:]\n  (Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness!\n  Pursuit, huh?\n  See Each and every day we all get closer\n  To the real meanin'.\n  Me, myself? I always follow my own path\n  And now I come here to motivate!\n  \"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\n  So I make this my Life,\n  My Liberty,\n  And everday, my Pursuit.\n  What about you?)\n"},{"id":4977558,"name":"We Must Be Heard (feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)","trackName":"We Must Be Heard (feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)","artistName":"DJ Drama","albumName":"Gangsta Grillz: The Album Vol. 2","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)\n\n[In the background:] This... Could be something big!\n\n[Ludacris:]\nDon't change the station,\nI've been impatiently waiting,\nPacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.\nIt's a war goin' on outside\nAnd my people gotta paint they faces on.\nAnd what I gotta do, And what I gotta do\nIs work and flip a dolla'.\nAin't got no trophies\nBut I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.\n\nNot an alcoholic but alcohol it,\nCan ease the pain.\nDrinkin' all my problems away\nBut still prayin' in Jesus' name.\nTryna' turn our voices up,\nAnd the government tones us down.\nNow that gas is goin' up,\nAnd the hood is goin' down.\n\nSo the hood is comin' fo' ya'\nIn the streets is hungry goons!\nComin' to a neighborhood near you,\nToday or someday soon.\nBetta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,\nAnd watch yo' side to side.\nBetta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;\nThe streets gon' ride tonight.\n\nAnd I'm just gon' ride it out,\nTil my expiration date.\n'Cause I go hard and the paint [? ],\nThey softer than paper plates.\nMake way for the revolution,\nAnd yes you should be scurred.\n'Cause one way or another...\nMy people will be heard.\n\n[Willie the Kid:]\nShow you what the soldiers see:\nEmbassy, Diplomacy,\nSince seen [? ] infantry,\nShootin' at the cobra fleet [? ].\nDeploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,\nThis hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.\nBody bags, fish it [? ] like Harland [? ],\nWhen I'm airin', tear a chair in half.\n\nWatchin' Half Baked,\nAt the cabin by the Lake.\nSee the blue and white plates,\nSee the wood on the panel.\nI may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat [? ].\nWarfare? Never fair,\nTherefore, I need finer things:\nLike grenades; tanks; a couple fighter planes.\n\nI'm decorated in medals;\nStripes like a Zebra.\nAnd by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,\nI don't like you neitha'.\nI mean, \"either, \" proper gramma',\nPop a camera - man on that rap, DVD propaganda.\nYeah, Willie the Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,\nNigga' strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.\n\n[Busta Rhymes:]\n(During Kid's last verse) In these times,\nThe economy got nigga's thinkin'\nThe worst to make paper.\n'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' nigga's\nEnough for they slave labor.\nThat's when ya' get a Nigga' thinkin about\nYa' know he gotta' come in to ya'.\nIt's when a nigga' throw a ski mask on,\nRun up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.\n\nRollin' the dices with a nigga' that be strugglin',\nTryna' make it through the crisis.\nIt might just make him wanna' act up a little bit\nTo print another new gas prices.\nAll this fuckery we got goin' on,\nIndeed it needs to cease.\nHow the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen\nWhen the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?\n\nEasin' my hand in somebody's pocket\n(Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.\nSpeakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\nWe gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\nBreathin' hard, my mind is blown,\nTryin' not to get evicted out my home.\nBut tryna' live when you know a nigga' broke\nIs like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n\nBut I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\nI do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\nLeave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\nChange is right around the corna'.\nYou tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\nAll I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\nI promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\n[DJ Drama:]\n(Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness!\nPursuit, huh?\nSee Each and every day we all get closer\nTo the real meanin'.\nMe, myself? I always follow my own path\nAnd now I come here to motivate!\n\"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\nSo I make this my Life,\nMy Liberty,\nAnd everday, my Pursuit.\nWhat about you?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Must Be Heard (feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)\n  artist: DJ Drama\n  album: 'Gangsta Grillz: The Album Vol. 2'\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)\n\n  [In the background:] This... Could be something big!\n\n  [Ludacris:]\n  Don't change the station,\n  I've been impatiently waiting,\n  Pacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.\n  It's a war goin' on outside\n  And my people gotta paint they faces on.\n  And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do\n  Is work and flip a dolla'.\n  Ain't got no trophies\n  But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.\n\n  Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,\n  Can ease the pain.\n  Drinkin' all my problems away\n  But still prayin' in Jesus' name.\n  Tryna' turn our voices up,\n  And the government tones us down.\n  Now that gas is goin' up,\n  And the hood is goin' down.\n\n  So the hood is comin' fo' ya'\n  In the streets is hungry goons!\n  Comin' to a neighborhood near you,\n  Today or someday soon.\n  Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,\n  And watch yo' side to side.\n  Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;\n  The streets gon' ride tonight.\n\n  And I'm just gon' ride it out,\n  Til my expiration date.\n  'Cause I go hard and the paint [? ],\n  They softer than paper plates.\n  Make way for the revolution,\n  And yes you should be scurred.\n  'Cause one way or another...\n  My people will be heard.\n\n  [Willie the Kid:]\n  Show you what the soldiers see:\n  Embassy, Diplomacy,\n  Since seen [? ] infantry,\n  Shootin' at the cobra fleet [? ].\n  Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,\n  This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.\n  Body bags, fish it [? ] like Harland [? ],\n  When I'm airin', tear a chair in half.\n\n  Watchin' Half Baked,\n  At the cabin by the Lake.\n  See the blue and white plates,\n  See the wood on the panel.\n  I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat [? ].\n  Warfare? Never fair,\n  Therefore, I need finer things:\n  Like grenades; tanks; a couple fighter planes.\n\n  I'm decorated in medals;\n  Stripes like a Zebra.\n  And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,\n  I don't like you neitha'.\n  I mean, \"either, \" proper gramma',\n  Pop a camera - man on that rap, DVD propaganda.\n  Yeah, Willie the Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,\n  Nigga' strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.\n\n  [Busta Rhymes:]\n  (During Kid's last verse) In these times,\n  The economy got nigga's thinkin'\n  The worst to make paper.\n  'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' nigga's\n  Enough for they slave labor.\n  That's when ya' get a Nigga' thinkin about\n  Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya'.\n  It's when a nigga' throw a ski mask on,\n  Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.\n\n  Rollin' the dices with a nigga' that be strugglin',\n  Tryna' make it through the crisis.\n  It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit\n  To print another new gas prices.\n  All this fuckery we got goin' on,\n  Indeed it needs to cease.\n  How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen\n  When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?\n\n  Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket\n  (Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.\n  Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\n  We gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\n  Breathin' hard, my mind is blown,\n  Tryin' not to get evicted out my home.\n  But tryna' live when you know a nigga' broke\n  Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n\n  But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\n  I do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\n  Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\n  Change is right around the corna'.\n  You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\n  All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\n  I promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\n  [DJ Drama:]\n  (Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness!\n  Pursuit, huh?\n  See Each and every day we all get closer\n  To the real meanin'.\n  Me, myself? I always follow my own path\n  And now I come here to motivate!\n  \"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\n  So I make this my Life,\n  My Liberty,\n  And everday, my Pursuit.\n  What about you?)\n"},{"id":22216050,"name":"We Must Be Heard (feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)","trackName":"We Must Be Heard (feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)","artistName":"DJ Drama","albumName":"Gangsta Grillz: The Album, Volume 2","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)\n\n[In the background:] This... Could be something big!\n\n[Ludacris:]\nDon't change the station,\nI've been impatiently waiting,\nPacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.\nIt's a war goin' on outside\nAnd my people gotta paint they faces on.\nAnd what I gotta do, And what I gotta do\nIs work and flip a dolla'.\nAin't got no trophies\nBut I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.\n\nNot an alcoholic but alcohol it,\nCan ease the pain.\nDrinkin' all my problems away\nBut still prayin' in Jesus' name.\nTryna' turn our voices up,\nAnd the government tones us down.\nNow that gas is goin' up,\nAnd the hood is goin' down.\n\nSo the hood is comin' fo' ya'\nIn the streets is hungry goons!\nComin' to a neighborhood near you,\nToday or someday soon.\nBetta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,\nAnd watch yo' side to side.\nBetta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;\nThe streets gon' ride tonight.\n\nAnd I'm just gon' ride it out,\nTil my expiration date.\n'Cause I go hard and the paint [? ],\nThey softer than paper plates.\nMake way for the revolution,\nAnd yes you should be scurred.\n'Cause one way or another...\nMy people will be heard.\n\n[Willie the Kid:]\nShow you what the soldiers see:\nEmbassy, Diplomacy,\nSince seen [? ] infantry,\nShootin' at the cobra fleet [? ].\nDeploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,\nThis hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.\nBody bags, fish it [? ] like Harland [? ],\nWhen I'm airin', tear a chair in half.\n\nWatchin' Half Baked,\nAt the cabin by the Lake.\nSee the blue and white plates,\nSee the wood on the panel.\nI may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat [? ].\nWarfare? Never fair,\nTherefore, I need finer things:\nLike grenades; tanks; a couple fighter planes.\n\nI'm decorated in medals;\nStripes like a Zebra.\nAnd by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,\nI don't like you neitha'.\nI mean, \"either, \" proper gramma',\nPop a camera - man on that rap, DVD propaganda.\nYeah, Willie the Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,\nNigga' strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.\n\n[Busta Rhymes:]\n(During Kid's last verse) In these times,\nThe economy got nigga's thinkin'\nThe worst to make paper.\n'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' nigga's\nEnough for they slave labor.\nThat's when ya' get a Nigga' thinkin about\nYa' know he gotta' come in to ya'.\nIt's when a nigga' throw a ski mask on,\nRun up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.\n\nRollin' the dices with a nigga' that be strugglin',\nTryna' make it through the crisis.\nIt might just make him wanna' act up a little bit\nTo print another new gas prices.\nAll this fuckery we got goin' on,\nIndeed it needs to cease.\nHow the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen\nWhen the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?\n\nEasin' my hand in somebody's pocket\n(Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.\nSpeakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\nWe gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\nBreathin' hard, my mind is blown,\nTryin' not to get evicted out my home.\nBut tryna' live when you know a nigga' broke\nIs like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n\nBut I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\nI do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\nLeave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\nChange is right around the corna'.\nYou tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\nAll I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\nI promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\n[DJ Drama:]\n(Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness!\nPursuit, huh?\nSee Each and every day we all get closer\nTo the real meanin'.\nMe, myself? I always follow my own path\nAnd now I come here to motivate!\n\"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\nSo I make this my Life,\nMy Liberty,\nAnd everday, my Pursuit.\nWhat about you?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Must Be Heard (feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)\n  artist: DJ Drama\n  album: 'Gangsta Grillz: The Album, Volume 2'\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)\n\n  [In the background:] This... Could be something big!\n\n  [Ludacris:]\n  Don't change the station,\n  I've been impatiently waiting,\n  Pacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.\n  It's a war goin' on outside\n  And my people gotta paint they faces on.\n  And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do\n  Is work and flip a dolla'.\n  Ain't got no trophies\n  But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.\n\n  Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,\n  Can ease the pain.\n  Drinkin' all my problems away\n  But still prayin' in Jesus' name.\n  Tryna' turn our voices up,\n  And the government tones us down.\n  Now that gas is goin' up,\n  And the hood is goin' down.\n\n  So the hood is comin' fo' ya'\n  In the streets is hungry goons!\n  Comin' to a neighborhood near you,\n  Today or someday soon.\n  Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,\n  And watch yo' side to side.\n  Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;\n  The streets gon' ride tonight.\n\n  And I'm just gon' ride it out,\n  Til my expiration date.\n  'Cause I go hard and the paint [? ],\n  They softer than paper plates.\n  Make way for the revolution,\n  And yes you should be scurred.\n  'Cause one way or another...\n  My people will be heard.\n\n  [Willie the Kid:]\n  Show you what the soldiers see:\n  Embassy, Diplomacy,\n  Since seen [? ] infantry,\n  Shootin' at the cobra fleet [? ].\n  Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,\n  This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.\n  Body bags, fish it [? ] like Harland [? ],\n  When I'm airin', tear a chair in half.\n\n  Watchin' Half Baked,\n  At the cabin by the Lake.\n  See the blue and white plates,\n  See the wood on the panel.\n  I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat [? ].\n  Warfare? Never fair,\n  Therefore, I need finer things:\n  Like grenades; tanks; a couple fighter planes.\n\n  I'm decorated in medals;\n  Stripes like a Zebra.\n  And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,\n  I don't like you neitha'.\n  I mean, \"either, \" proper gramma',\n  Pop a camera - man on that rap, DVD propaganda.\n  Yeah, Willie the Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,\n  Nigga' strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.\n\n  [Busta Rhymes:]\n  (During Kid's last verse) In these times,\n  The economy got nigga's thinkin'\n  The worst to make paper.\n  'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' nigga's\n  Enough for they slave labor.\n  That's when ya' get a Nigga' thinkin about\n  Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya'.\n  It's when a nigga' throw a ski mask on,\n  Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.\n\n  Rollin' the dices with a nigga' that be strugglin',\n  Tryna' make it through the crisis.\n  It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit\n  To print another new gas prices.\n  All this fuckery we got goin' on,\n  Indeed it needs to cease.\n  How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen\n  When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?\n\n  Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket\n  (Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.\n  Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\n  We gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\n  Breathin' hard, my mind is blown,\n  Tryin' not to get evicted out my home.\n  But tryna' live when you know a nigga' broke\n  Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n\n  But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\n  I do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\n  Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\n  Change is right around the corna'.\n  You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\n  All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\n  I promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\n  [DJ Drama:]\n  (Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness!\n  Pursuit, huh?\n  See Each and every day we all get closer\n  To the real meanin'.\n  Me, myself? I always follow my own path\n  And now I come here to motivate!\n  \"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\n  So I make this my Life,\n  My Liberty,\n  And everday, my Pursuit.\n  What about you?)\n"},{"id":38160547,"name":"We Must Be Heard (feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes) (Explicit Album Version)","trackName":"We Must Be Heard (feat. 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I gotta' keep eatin.\nSpeakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\nWe gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\nBreathin' hard, my mind is blown,\nTryin' not to get evicted out my home.\nBut tryna' live when you know a nigga broke\nIs like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\nBut I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\nI do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\nLeave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\nChange is right around the corna'.\nListen! You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\nAll I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\nI promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\nLife, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness!\nPursuit, huh?\nSee each and every day we all get closer\nTo the real meanin'.\nMe, myself? 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You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\n  start_ms: 160420\n  end_ms: 162750\n- text: All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\n  start_ms: 162750\n  end_ms: 164960\n- text: I promise somebody gonna' pay!\n  start_ms: 164960\n  end_ms: 166770\n- text: Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness!\n  start_ms: 166770\n  end_ms: 170390\n- text: Pursuit, huh?\n  start_ms: 170390\n  end_ms: 173680\n- text: See each and every day we all get closer\n  start_ms: 173680\n  end_ms: 175520\n- text: To the real meanin'.\n  start_ms: 175520\n  end_ms: 178220\n- text: Me, myself? I always follow my own path\n  start_ms: 178220\n  end_ms: 182380\n- text: And now I come here to motivate!\n  start_ms: 182380\n  end_ms: 185280\n- text: '\"To be heard\" means to say something of value.'\n  start_ms: 185280\n  end_ms: 190700\n- text: So I make this my Life,\n  start_ms: 190700\n  end_ms: 192900\n- text: My liberty,\n  start_ms: 192900\n  end_ms: 194760\n- text: And everday, my pursuit.\n  start_ms: 194760\n  end_ms: 197130\n- text: What about you?\n  start_ms: 197130\n  end_ms: 198960\n- text: Drama, Luda', Willie, Busta, V12, AMG\n  start_ms: 198960\n  end_ms: 216720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 216720\nplain: |-\n  This... could be something big!\n\n  Don't change the station,\n  I've been impatiently waiting,\n  Pacin', welcome to the danger zone.\n  It's a war goin' on outside\n  And my people gotta paint they faces on.\n  Do what I gotta do, And what I gotta do\n  Is work and flip a dolla'.\n  Ain't got no trophies\n  But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.\n  Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,\n  Can ease the pain.\n  Drinkin' all my problems away\n  But still prayin' in Jesus' name.\n  Tryna' turn our voices up,\n  And the government tones us down.\n  Now the gas is goin' up,\n  And the hood is goin' down.\n  So the hood is comin' fo' ya'\n  In the streets is hungry goons!\n  Comin' to a neighborhood near you,\n  Today or someday soon.\n  Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,\n  And watch yo' side to side.\n  Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;\n  The streets gon' ride tonight.\n  And I'm just gon' ride it out,\n  'Til my expiration date.\n  'Cause I go hard in the paint,\n  They softer than paper plates.\n  Make way for the revolution,\n  And yes you should be scurred.\n  'Cause one way or another...\n  My people will be heard.\n\n  Show you what the soldiers see:\n  Embassy, diplomacy,\n  Sick scene infantry,\n  Shootin' at the cobra fleet.\n  Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,\n  This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.\n  Body bags, fishy like herrin,\n  When I'm airin', tear a chair in half.\n  Watchin' Half Baked,\n  At the cabin by the lake.\n  See the blue and white plates,\n  See the wood on the panel.\n  I may be cherry oat, Chilly O, flannel coat.\n  Warfare never fair,\n  Therefore, I need finer things:\n  Like grenades, tanks, a couple fighter planes.\n  I'm decorated in medals,\n  Stripes like a zebra.\n  And by the way, you rappin' niggas,\n  I don't like you neitha'.\n  I mean, \"either,\" proper gramma',\n  Pop a camera -- man on that rap, DVD propaganda.\n  Yeah, Willie Da Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,\n  Nigga strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.\n\n  (During Kid's last verse) In these times,\n  The economy got niggas thinkin'\n  Of ways to make paper.\n  'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' niggas\n  Enough for they slave labor.\n  That's when ya' get a nigga thinkin' about\n  Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya'.\n  It's when a nigga throw a ski mask on,\n  Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.\n  Rollin' the dices with a nigga that be strugglin',\n  Tryna' make it through the crisis.\n  It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit\n  To print another new gas prices.\n  All this fuckery we got goin' on,\n  Indeed it needs to cease.\n  How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen\n  When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?\n  Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket\n  (Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.\n  Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\n  We gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\n  Breathin' hard, my mind is blown,\n  Tryin' not to get evicted out my home.\n  But tryna' live when you know a nigga broke\n  Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n  But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\n  I do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\n  Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\n  Change is right around the corna'.\n  Listen! You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\n  All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\n  I promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\n  Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness!\n  Pursuit, huh?\n  See each and every day we all get closer\n  To the real meanin'.\n  Me, myself? I always follow my own path\n  And now I come here to motivate!\n  \"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\n  So I make this my Life,\n  My liberty,\n  And everday, my pursuit.\n  What about you?\n  Drama, Luda', Willie, Busta, V12, AMG\n"},{"id":4977557,"name":"We Must Be Heard (feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)","trackName":"We Must Be Heard (feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)","artistName":"DJ Drama feat. Ludacris, Willie The Kid & Busta Rhymes","albumName":"Gangsta Grillz: The Album Vol. 2","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)\n\n[In the background:] This... Could be something big!\n\n[Ludacris:]\nDon't change the station,\nI've been impatiently waiting,\nPacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.\nIt's a war goin' on outside\nAnd my people gotta paint they faces on.\nAnd what I gotta do, And what I gotta do\nIs work and flip a dolla'.\nAin't got no trophies\nBut I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.\n\nNot an alcoholic but alcohol it,\nCan ease the pain.\nDrinkin' all my problems away\nBut still prayin' in Jesus' name.\nTryna' turn our voices up,\nAnd the government tones us down.\nNow that gas is goin' up,\nAnd the hood is goin' down.\n\nSo the hood is comin' fo' ya'\nIn the streets is hungry goons!\nComin' to a neighborhood near you,\nToday or someday soon.\nBetta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,\nAnd watch yo' side to side.\nBetta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;\nThe streets gon' ride tonight.\n\nAnd I'm just gon' ride it out,\nTil my expiration date.\n'Cause I go hard and the paint [? ],\nThey softer than paper plates.\nMake way for the revolution,\nAnd yes you should be scurred.\n'Cause one way or another...\nMy people will be heard.\n\n[Willie the Kid:]\nShow you what the soldiers see:\nEmbassy, Diplomacy,\nSince seen [? ] infantry,\nShootin' at the cobra fleet [? ].\nDeploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,\nThis hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.\nBody bags, fish it [? ] like Harland [? ],\nWhen I'm airin', tear a chair in half.\n\nWatchin' Half Baked,\nAt the cabin by the Lake.\nSee the blue and white plates,\nSee the wood on the panel.\nI may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat [? ].\nWarfare? Never fair,\nTherefore, I need finer things:\nLike grenades; tanks; a couple fighter planes.\n\nI'm decorated in medals;\nStripes like a Zebra.\nAnd by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,\nI don't like you neitha'.\nI mean, \"either, \" proper gramma',\nPop a camera - man on that rap, DVD propaganda.\nYeah, Willie the Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,\nNigga' strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.\n\n[Busta Rhymes:]\n(During Kid's last verse) In these times,\nThe economy got nigga's thinkin'\nThe worst to make paper.\n'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' nigga's\nEnough for they slave labor.\nThat's when ya' get a Nigga' thinkin about\nYa' know he gotta' come in to ya'.\nIt's when a nigga' throw a ski mask on,\nRun up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.\n\nRollin' the dices with a nigga' that be strugglin',\nTryna' make it through the crisis.\nIt might just make him wanna' act up a little bit\nTo print another new gas prices.\nAll this fuckery we got goin' on,\nIndeed it needs to cease.\nHow the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen\nWhen the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?\n\nEasin' my hand in somebody's pocket\n(Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.\nSpeakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\nWe gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\nBreathin' hard, my mind is blown,\nTryin' not to get evicted out my home.\nBut tryna' live when you know a nigga' broke\nIs like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n\nBut I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\nI do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\nLeave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\nChange is right around the corna'.\nYou tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\nAll I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\nI promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\n[DJ Drama:]\n(Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness!\nPursuit, huh?\nSee Each and every day we all get closer\nTo the real meanin'.\nMe, myself? I always follow my own path\nAnd now I come here to motivate!\n\"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\nSo I make this my Life,\nMy Liberty,\nAnd everday, my Pursuit.\nWhat about you?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Must Be Heard (feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)\n  artist: DJ Drama feat. Ludacris, Willie The Kid & Busta Rhymes\n  album: 'Gangsta Grillz: The Album Vol. 2'\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Ludacris, Willie the Kid & Busta Rhymes)\n\n  [In the background:] This... Could be something big!\n\n  [Ludacris:]\n  Don't change the station,\n  I've been impatiently waiting,\n  Pacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.\n  It's a war goin' on outside\n  And my people gotta paint they faces on.\n  And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do\n  Is work and flip a dolla'.\n  Ain't got no trophies\n  But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.\n\n  Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,\n  Can ease the pain.\n  Drinkin' all my problems away\n  But still prayin' in Jesus' name.\n  Tryna' turn our voices up,\n  And the government tones us down.\n  Now that gas is goin' up,\n  And the hood is goin' down.\n\n  So the hood is comin' fo' ya'\n  In the streets is hungry goons!\n  Comin' to a neighborhood near you,\n  Today or someday soon.\n  Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,\n  And watch yo' side to side.\n  Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;\n  The streets gon' ride tonight.\n\n  And I'm just gon' ride it out,\n  Til my expiration date.\n  'Cause I go hard and the paint [? ],\n  They softer than paper plates.\n  Make way for the revolution,\n  And yes you should be scurred.\n  'Cause one way or another...\n  My people will be heard.\n\n  [Willie the Kid:]\n  Show you what the soldiers see:\n  Embassy, Diplomacy,\n  Since seen [? ] infantry,\n  Shootin' at the cobra fleet [? ].\n  Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,\n  This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.\n  Body bags, fish it [? ] like Harland [? ],\n  When I'm airin', tear a chair in half.\n\n  Watchin' Half Baked,\n  At the cabin by the Lake.\n  See the blue and white plates,\n  See the wood on the panel.\n  I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat [? ].\n  Warfare? Never fair,\n  Therefore, I need finer things:\n  Like grenades; tanks; a couple fighter planes.\n\n  I'm decorated in medals;\n  Stripes like a Zebra.\n  And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,\n  I don't like you neitha'.\n  I mean, \"either, \" proper gramma',\n  Pop a camera - man on that rap, DVD propaganda.\n  Yeah, Willie the Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,\n  Nigga' strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.\n\n  [Busta Rhymes:]\n  (During Kid's last verse) In these times,\n  The economy got nigga's thinkin'\n  The worst to make paper.\n  'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' nigga's\n  Enough for they slave labor.\n  That's when ya' get a Nigga' thinkin about\n  Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya'.\n  It's when a nigga' throw a ski mask on,\n  Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'.\n\n  Rollin' the dices with a nigga' that be strugglin',\n  Tryna' make it through the crisis.\n  It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit\n  To print another new gas prices.\n  All this fuckery we got goin' on,\n  Indeed it needs to cease.\n  How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen\n  When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?\n\n  Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket\n  (Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin.\n  Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me,\n  We gotta get it even if we cheatin'!\n  Breathin' hard, my mind is blown,\n  Tryin' not to get evicted out my home.\n  But tryna' live when you know a nigga' broke\n  Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.\n\n  But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).\n  I do it for my kids and mama (Who!).\n  Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!),\n  Change is right around the corna'.\n  You tryin' to keep our people sufferin',\n  All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure,\n  I promise somebody gonna' pay!\n\n  [DJ Drama:]\n  (Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness!\n  Pursuit, huh?\n  See Each and every day we all get closer\n  To the real meanin'.\n  Me, myself? I always follow my own path\n  And now I come here to motivate!\n  \"To be heard\" means to say something of value.\n  So I make this my Life,\n  My Liberty,\n  And everday, my Pursuit.\n  What about you?)\n"}]