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Never promised tomorrow man\nCheck it, check it *the next life*\nLife life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit\nFor real man, shit can happen\nIn the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man\nRecognize that for real\nYou're never promise tomorrow, you know\nAny nigga that you know, knahmsayin?\nYou never know about these things, word up\nHis body was cold yet his face remained calmly\nHe spoke differently, as if he was Godly\nLayin on the ground the gat still in his clutches\nShoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches\nSituation, made me sober as fuck\nAs he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck\nGunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck\nSaid a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed\nCause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest\nHis eyes told the story that his heart was diminished\nThe ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes\nThey didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished\nI guess his heart never knew the love that was in it\nYeah, word up, goin back\nIf your heart stop beating I'll go back in time\nMake your heart beat again, real niggas to the end\nIt's all about cash, and the diamond rings\nDedicated, cause real niggas do real things\nWord up, real things, real niggas do real things\nThrough his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his\nCocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is\nThe blood drenched in his Armani linen\nI guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin\nFrom the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years\nWhen we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers\nAnd now the tears, I can't stop from comin\nI wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin\nIt seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game\nI never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain\nNow the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him\nHeard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him\nThe Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him\nBut on the low, if I ever see him, I'mma hit him\nYo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug\nIt's real love, this is what a real nigga does\nWhat yo, real niggas do real things\nWord up, real niggas do. real niggas, yeah\nYo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo\nThe words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot\nHer mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped\nShe fell to the floor with her eyes in shock\nI was standin there stuck off the words I said\nWorst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead\nShoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is\nNow he left his kids to be raised by they mothers\nFrom the cradle to the grave we was like brothers\nWent to same schools and fucked the same bitches\nPumped on the same block with the same snitches\nBurnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches\nAnd I remember, when we was both five percenters\nGoin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters\nAnd now the end is, justifyin all the means\nThat's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens\nAnd it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo\nYeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggas\nEven if you don't get no bigger\nFinsta, Crash, presedential\nConfidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?\nJapan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo\nBegins, world currency\nThe way the dollar bends, and it haunts me\nIt wants me it traps me, in the hole\nReachin for my soul, fuck it, yo","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.97] Niggas don't you know? Never promised tomorrow man\n[00:05.38] Check it, check it *the next life*\n[00:06.38] Life life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit\n[00:09.40] For real man, shit can happen\n[00:10.83] In the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man\n[00:13.67] Recognize that for real\n[00:16.26] You're never promise tomorrow, you know\n[00:17.97] Any nigga that you know, knahmsayin?\n[00:19.61] You never know about these things, word up\n[00:20.74] His body was cold yet his face remained calmly\n[00:23.22] He spoke differently, as if he was Godly\n[00:25.87] Layin on the ground the gat still in his clutches\n[00:28.51] Shoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches\n[00:31.05] Situation, made me sober as fuck\n[00:33.38] As he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck\n[00:36.13] Gunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck\n[00:38.59] Said a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed\n[00:41.05] Cause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest\n[00:44.06] His eyes told the story that his heart was diminished\n[00:46.51] The ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes\n[00:49.18] They didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished\n[00:51.87] I guess his heart never knew the love that was in it\n[00:54.59] Yeah, word up, goin back\n[00:59.51] If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time\n[01:02.00] Make your heart beat again, real niggas to the end\n[01:04.92] It's all about cash, and the diamond rings\n[01:07.30] Dedicated, cause real niggas do real things\n[01:09.96] Word up, real things, real niggas do real things\n[01:25.72] Through his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his\n[01:28.43] Cocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is\n[01:31.35] The blood drenched in his Armani linen\n[01:33.50] I guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin\n[01:37.31] From the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years\n[01:38.74] When we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers\n[01:40.20] And now the tears, I can't stop from comin\n[01:44.04] I wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin\n[01:46.72] It seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game\n[01:49.27] I never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain\n[01:51.71] Now the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him\n[01:54.33] Heard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him\n[01:57.02] The Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him\n[01:59.63] But on the low, if I ever see him, I'mma hit him\n[02:02.31] Yo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug\n[02:04.84] It's real love, this is what a real nigga does\n[02:07.48] What yo, real niggas do real things\n[02:36.50] Word up, real niggas do. real niggas, yeah\n[02:36.98] Yo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo\n[02:38.58] The words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot\n[02:41.35] Her mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped\n[02:43.94] She fell to the floor with her eyes in shock\n[02:46.49] I was standin there stuck off the words I said\n[02:49.04] Worst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead\n[02:51.41] Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is\n[02:54.59] Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers\n[02:57.15] From the cradle to the grave we was like brothers\n[02:59.62] Went to same schools and fucked the same bitches\n[03:02.52] Pumped on the same block with the same snitches\n[03:04.84] Burnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches\n[03:07.38] And I remember, when we was both five percenters\n[03:10.04] Goin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters\n[03:12.88] And now the end is, justifyin all the means\n[03:15.44] That's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens\n[03:17.94] And it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo\n[03:25.59] Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggas\n[03:48.19] Even if you don't get no bigger\n[03:53.95] Finsta, Crash, presedential\n[03:54.74] Confidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?\n[04:02.31] Japan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo\n[04:21.43] Begins, world currency\n[04:22.17] The way the dollar bends, and it haunts me\n[04:22.75] It wants me it traps me, in the hole\n[04:23.35] Reachin for my soul, fuck it, yo\n[04:24.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Real\n  artist: DJ Krush\n  album: Milight\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggas don't you know? 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Never promised tomorrow man\n  Check it, check it *the next life*\n  Life life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit\n  For real man, shit can happen\n  In the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man\n  Recognize that for real\n  You're never promise tomorrow, you know\n  Any nigga that you know, knahmsayin?\n  You never know about these things, word up\n  His body was cold yet his face remained calmly\n  He spoke differently, as if he was Godly\n  Layin on the ground the gat still in his clutches\n  Shoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches\n  Situation, made me sober as fuck\n  As he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck\n  Gunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck\n  Said a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed\n  Cause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest\n  His eyes told the story that his heart was diminished\n  The ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes\n  They didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished\n  I guess his heart never knew the love that was in it\n  Yeah, word up, goin back\n  If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time\n  Make your heart beat again, real niggas to the end\n  It's all about cash, and the diamond rings\n  Dedicated, cause real niggas do real things\n  Word up, real things, real niggas do real things\n  Through his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his\n  Cocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is\n  The blood drenched in his Armani linen\n  I guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin\n  From the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years\n  When we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers\n  And now the tears, I can't stop from comin\n  I wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin\n  It seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game\n  I never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain\n  Now the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him\n  Heard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him\n  The Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him\n  But on the low, if I ever see him, I'mma hit him\n  Yo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug\n  It's real love, this is what a real nigga does\n  What yo, real niggas do real things\n  Word up, real niggas do. real niggas, yeah\n  Yo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo\n  The words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot\n  Her mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped\n  She fell to the floor with her eyes in shock\n  I was standin there stuck off the words I said\n  Worst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead\n  Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is\n  Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers\n  From the cradle to the grave we was like brothers\n  Went to same schools and fucked the same bitches\n  Pumped on the same block with the same snitches\n  Burnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches\n  And I remember, when we was both five percenters\n  Goin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters\n  And now the end is, justifyin all the means\n  That's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens\n  And it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo\n  Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggas\n  Even if you don't get no bigger\n  Finsta, Crash, presedential\n  Confidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?\n  Japan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo\n  Begins, world currency\n  The way the dollar bends, and it haunts me\n  It wants me it traps me, in the hole\n  Reachin for my soul, fuck it, yo\n"},{"id":18871152,"name":"Real","trackName":"Real","artistName":"DJ Krush","albumName":"Holonic The Self Megamix","duration":208.0691968,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas don't you know? Never promised tomorrow man\nCheck it, check it *the next life*\nLife life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit\nFor real man, shit can happen\nIn the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man\nRecognize that for real\nYou're never promise tomorrow, you know\nAny nigga that you know, knahmsayin?\nYou never know about these things, word up\nHis body was cold yet his face remained calmly\nHe spoke differently, as if he was Godly\nLayin on the ground the gat still in his clutches\nShoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches\nSituation, made me sober as fuck\nAs he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck\nGunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck\nSaid a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed\nCause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest\nHis eyes told the story that his heart was diminished\nThe ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes\nThey didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished\nI guess his heart never knew the love that was in it\nYeah, word up, goin back\nIf your heart stop beating I'll go back in time\nMake your heart beat again, real niggas to the end\nIt's all about cash, and the diamond rings\nDedicated, cause real niggas do real things\nWord up, real things, real niggas do real things\nThrough his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his\nCocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is\nThe blood drenched in his Armani linen\nI guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin\nFrom the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years\nWhen we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers\nAnd now the tears, I can't stop from comin\nI wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin\nIt seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game\nI never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain\nNow the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him\nHeard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him\nThe Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him\nBut on the low, if I ever see him, I'mma hit him\nYo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug\nIt's real love, this is what a real nigga does\nWhat yo, real niggas do real things\nWord up, real niggas do. real niggas, yeah\nYo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo\nThe words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot\nHer mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped\nShe fell to the floor with her eyes in shock\nI was standin there stuck off the words I said\nWorst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead\nShoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is\nNow he left his kids to be raised by they mothers\nFrom the cradle to the grave we was like brothers\nWent to same schools and fucked the same bitches\nPumped on the same block with the same snitches\nBurnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches\nAnd I remember, when we was both five percenters\nGoin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters\nAnd now the end is, justifyin all the means\nThat's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens\nAnd it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo\nYeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggas\nEven if you don't get no bigger\nFinsta, Crash, presedential\nConfidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?\nJapan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo\nBegins, world currency\nThe way the dollar bends, and it haunts me\nIt wants me it traps me, in the hole\nReachin for my soul, fuck it, yo","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.97] Niggas don't you know? 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Never promised tomorrow man\nCheck it, check it *the next life*\nLife life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit\nFor real man, shit can happen\nIn the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man\nRecognize that for real\nYou're never promise tomorrow, you know\nAny nigga that you know, knahmsayin?\nYou never know about these things, word up\nHis body was cold yet his face remained calmly\nHe spoke differently, as if he was Godly\nLayin on the ground the gat still in his clutches\nShoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches\nSituation, made me sober as fuck\nAs he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck\nGunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck\nSaid a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed\nCause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest\nHis eyes told the story that his heart was diminished\nThe ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes\nThey didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished\nI guess his heart never knew the love that was in it\nYeah, word up, goin back\nIf your heart stop beating I'll go back in time\nMake your heart beat again, real niggas to the end\nIt's all about cash, and the diamond rings\nDedicated, cause real niggas do real things\nWord up, real things, real niggas do real things\nThrough his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his\nCocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is\nThe blood drenched in his Armani linen\nI guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin\nFrom the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years\nWhen we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers\nAnd now the tears, I can't stop from comin\nI wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin\nIt seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game\nI never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain\nNow the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him\nHeard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him\nThe Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him\nBut on the low, if I ever see him, I'mma hit him\nYo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug\nIt's real love, this is what a real nigga does\nWhat yo, real niggas do real things\nWord up, real niggas do. real niggas, yeah\nYo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo\nThe words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot\nHer mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped\nShe fell to the floor with her eyes in shock\nI was standin there stuck off the words I said\nWorst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead\nShoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is\nNow he left his kids to be raised by they mothers\nFrom the cradle to the grave we was like brothers\nWent to same schools and fucked the same bitches\nPumped on the same block with the same snitches\nBurnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches\nAnd I remember, when we was both five percenters\nGoin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters\nAnd now the end is, justifyin all the means\nThat's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens\nAnd it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo\nYeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggas\nEven if you don't get no bigger\nFinsta, Crash, presedential\nConfidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?\nJapan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo\nBegins, world currency\nThe way the dollar bends, and it haunts me\nIt wants me it traps me, in the hole\nReachin for my soul, fuck it, yo","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.97] Niggas don't you know? 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Never promised tomorrow man\nCheck it, check it *the next life*\nLife life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit\nFor real man, shit can happen\nIn the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man\nRecognize that for real\nYou're never promise tomorrow, you know\nAny nigga that you know, knahmsayin?\nYou never know about these things, word up\nHis body was cold yet his face remained calmly\nHe spoke differently, as if he was Godly\nLayin on the ground the gat still in his clutches\nShoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches\nSituation, made me sober as fuck\nAs he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck\nGunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck\nSaid a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed\nCause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest\nHis eyes told the story that his heart was diminished\nThe ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes\nThey didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished\nI guess his heart never knew the love that was in it\nYeah, word up, goin back\nIf your heart stop beating I'll go back in time\nMake your heart beat again, real niggas to the end\nIt's all about cash, and the diamond rings\nDedicated, cause real niggas do real things\nWord up, real things, real niggas do real things\nThrough his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his\nCocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is\nThe blood drenched in his Armani linen\nI guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin\nFrom the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years\nWhen we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers\nAnd now the tears, I can't stop from comin\nI wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin\nIt seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game\nI never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain\nNow the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him\nHeard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him\nThe Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him\nBut on the low, if I ever see him, I'mma hit him\nYo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug\nIt's real love, this is what a real nigga does\nWhat yo, real niggas do real things\nWord up, real niggas do. real niggas, yeah\nYo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo\nThe words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot\nHer mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped\nShe fell to the floor with her eyes in shock\nI was standin there stuck off the words I said\nWorst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead\nShoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is\nNow he left his kids to be raised by they mothers\nFrom the cradle to the grave we was like brothers\nWent to same schools and fucked the same bitches\nPumped on the same block with the same snitches\nBurnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches\nAnd I remember, when we was both five percenters\nGoin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters\nAnd now the end is, justifyin all the means\nThat's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens\nAnd it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo\nYeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggas\nEven if you don't get no bigger\nFinsta, Crash, presedential\nConfidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?\nJapan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo\nBegins, world currency\nThe way the dollar bends, and it haunts me\nIt wants me it traps me, in the hole\nReachin for my soul, fuck it, yo","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.97] Niggas don't you know? 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Never promised tomorrow man\nCheck it, check it *the next life*\nLife life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit\nFor real man, shit can happen\nIn the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man\nRecognize that for real\nYou're never promise tomorrow, you know\nAny nigga that you know, knahmsayin?\nYou never know about these things, word up\nHis body was cold yet his face remained calmly\nHe spoke differently, as if he was Godly\nLayin on the ground the gat still in his clutches\nShoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches\nSituation, made me sober as fuck\nAs he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck\nGunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck\nSaid a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed\nCause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest\nHis eyes told the story that his heart was diminished\nThe ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes\nThey didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished\nI guess his heart never knew the love that was in it\nYeah, word up, goin back\nIf your heart stop beating I'll go back in time\nMake your heart beat again, real niggas to the end\nIt's all about cash, and the diamond rings\nDedicated, cause real niggas do real things\nWord up, real things, real niggas do real things\nThrough his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his\nCocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is\nThe blood drenched in his Armani linen\nI guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin\nFrom the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years\nWhen we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers\nAnd now the tears, I can't stop from comin\nI wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin\nIt seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game\nI never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain\nNow the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him\nHeard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him\nThe Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him\nBut on the low, if I ever see him, I'mma hit him\nYo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug\nIt's real love, this is what a real nigga does\nWhat yo, real niggas do real things\nWord up, real niggas do. real niggas, yeah\nYo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo\nThe words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot\nHer mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped\nShe fell to the floor with her eyes in shock\nI was standin there stuck off the words I said\nWorst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead\nShoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is\nNow he left his kids to be raised by they mothers\nFrom the cradle to the grave we was like brothers\nWent to same schools and fucked the same bitches\nPumped on the same block with the same snitches\nBurnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches\nAnd I remember, when we was both five percenters\nGoin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters\nAnd now the end is, justifyin all the means\nThat's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens\nAnd it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo\nYeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggas\nEven if you don't get no bigger\nFinsta, Crash, presedential\nConfidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?\nJapan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo\nBegins, world currency\nThe way the dollar bends, and it haunts me\nIt wants me it traps me, in the hole\nReachin for my soul, fuck it, yo","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.97] Niggas don't you know? 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Never promised tomorrow man\nCheck it, check it *the next life*\nLife life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit\nFor real man, shit can happen\nIn the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man\nRecognize that for real\nYou're never promise tomorrow, you know\nAny nigga that you know, knahmsayin?\nYou never know about these things, word up\nHis body was cold yet his face remained calmly\nHe spoke differently, as if he was Godly\nLayin on the ground the gat still in his clutches\nShoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches\nSituation, made me sober as fuck\nAs he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck\nGunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck\nSaid a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed\nCause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest\nHis eyes told the story that his heart was diminished\nThe ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes\nThey didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished\nI guess his heart never knew the love that was in it\nYeah, word up, goin back\nIf your heart stop beating I'll go back in time\nMake your heart beat again, real niggas to the end\nIt's all about cash, and the diamond rings\nDedicated, cause real niggas do real things\nWord up, real things, real niggas do real things\nThrough his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his\nCocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is\nThe blood drenched in his Armani linen\nI guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin\nFrom the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years\nWhen we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers\nAnd now the tears, I can't stop from comin\nI wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin\nIt seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game\nI never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain\nNow the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him\nHeard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him\nThe Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him\nBut on the low, if I ever see him, I'mma hit him\nYo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug\nIt's real love, this is what a real nigga does\nWhat yo, real niggas do real things\nWord up, real niggas do. real niggas, yeah\nYo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo\nThe words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot\nHer mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped\nShe fell to the floor with her eyes in shock\nI was standin there stuck off the words I said\nWorst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead\nShoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is\nNow he left his kids to be raised by they mothers\nFrom the cradle to the grave we was like brothers\nWent to same schools and fucked the same bitches\nPumped on the same block with the same snitches\nBurnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches\nAnd I remember, when we was both five percenters\nGoin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters\nAnd now the end is, justifyin all the means\nThat's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens\nAnd it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo\nYeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggas\nEven if you don't get no bigger\nFinsta, Crash, presedential\nConfidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?\nJapan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo\nBegins, world currency\nThe way the dollar bends, and it haunts me\nIt wants me it traps me, in the hole\nReachin for my soul, fuck it, yo","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.97] Niggas don't you know? 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Never promised tomorrow man\nCheck it, check it *the next life*\nLife life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit\nFor real man, shit can happen\nIn the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man\nRecognize that for real\nYou're never promise tomorrow, you know\nAny nigga that you know, knahmsayin?\nYou never know about these things, word up\nHis body was cold yet his face remained calmly\nHe spoke differently, as if he was Godly\nLayin on the ground the gat still in his clutches\nShoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches\nSituation, made me sober as fuck\nAs he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck\nGunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck\nSaid a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed\nCause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest\nHis eyes told the story that his heart was diminished\nThe ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes\nThey didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished\nI guess his heart never knew the love that was in it\nYeah, word up, goin back\nIf your heart stop beating I'll go back in time\nMake your heart beat again, real niggas to the end\nIt's all about cash, and the diamond rings\nDedicated, cause real niggas do real things\nWord up, real things, real niggas do real things\nThrough his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his\nCocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is\nThe blood drenched in his Armani linen\nI guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin\nFrom the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years\nWhen we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers\nAnd now the tears, I can't stop from comin\nI wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin\nIt seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game\nI never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain\nNow the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him\nHeard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him\nThe Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him\nBut on the low, if I ever see him, I'mma hit him\nYo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug\nIt's real love, this is what a real nigga does\nWhat yo, real niggas do real things\nWord up, real niggas do. real niggas, yeah\nYo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo\nThe words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot\nHer mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped\nShe fell to the floor with her eyes in shock\nI was standin there stuck off the words I said\nWorst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead\nShoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is\nNow he left his kids to be raised by they mothers\nFrom the cradle to the grave we was like brothers\nWent to same schools and fucked the same bitches\nPumped on the same block with the same snitches\nBurnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches\nAnd I remember, when we was both five percenters\nGoin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters\nAnd now the end is, justifyin all the means\nThat's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens\nAnd it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo\nYeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggas\nEven if you don't get no bigger\nFinsta, Crash, presedential\nConfidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?\nJapan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo\nBegins, world currency\nThe way the dollar bends, and it haunts me\nIt wants me it traps me, in the hole\nReachin for my soul, fuck it, yo","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.97] Niggas don't you know? 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Never promised tomorrow man\nCheck it, check it *the next life*\nLife life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit\nFor real man, shit can happen\nIn the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man\nRecognize that for real\nYou're never promise tomorrow, you know\nAny nigga that you know, knahmsayin?\nYou never know about these things, word up\nHis body was cold yet his face remained calmly\nHe spoke differently, as if he was Godly\nLayin on the ground the gat still in his clutches\nShoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches\nSituation, made me sober as fuck\nAs he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck\nGunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck\nSaid a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed\nCause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest\nHis eyes told the story that his heart was diminished\nThe ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes\nThey didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished\nI guess his heart never knew the love that was in it\nYeah, word up, goin back\nIf your heart stop beating I'll go back in time\nMake your heart beat again, real niggas to the end\nIt's all about cash, and the diamond rings\nDedicated, cause real niggas do real things\nWord up, real things, real niggas do real things\nThrough his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his\nCocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is\nThe blood drenched in his Armani linen\nI guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin\nFrom the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years\nWhen we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers\nAnd now the tears, I can't stop from comin\nI wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin\nIt seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game\nI never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain\nNow the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him\nHeard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him\nThe Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him\nBut on the low, if I ever see him, I'mma hit him\nYo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug\nIt's real love, this is what a real nigga does\nWhat yo, real niggas do real things\nWord up, real niggas do. real niggas, yeah\nYo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo\nThe words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot\nHer mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped\nShe fell to the floor with her eyes in shock\nI was standin there stuck off the words I said\nWorst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead\nShoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is\nNow he left his kids to be raised by they mothers\nFrom the cradle to the grave we was like brothers\nWent to same schools and fucked the same bitches\nPumped on the same block with the same snitches\nBurnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches\nAnd I remember, when we was both five percenters\nGoin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters\nAnd now the end is, justifyin all the means\nThat's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens\nAnd it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo\nYeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggas\nEven if you don't get no bigger\nFinsta, Crash, presedential\nConfidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?\nJapan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo\nBegins, world currency\nThe way the dollar bends, and it haunts me\nIt wants me it traps me, in the hole\nReachin for my soul, fuck it, yo","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.97] Niggas don't you know? 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Never promised tomorrow man\n  Check it, check it *the next life*\n  Life life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit\n  For real man, shit can happen\n  In the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man\n  Recognize that for real\n  You're never promise tomorrow, you know\n  Any nigga that you know, knahmsayin?\n  You never know about these things, word up\n  His body was cold yet his face remained calmly\n  He spoke differently, as if he was Godly\n  Layin on the ground the gat still in his clutches\n  Shoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches\n  Situation, made me sober as fuck\n  As he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck\n  Gunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck\n  Said a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed\n  Cause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest\n  His eyes told the story that his heart was diminished\n  The ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes\n  They didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished\n  I guess his heart never knew the love that was in it\n  Yeah, word up, goin back\n  If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time\n  Make your heart beat again, real niggas to the end\n  It's all about cash, and the diamond rings\n  Dedicated, cause real niggas do real things\n  Word up, real things, real niggas do real things\n  Through his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his\n  Cocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is\n  The blood drenched in his Armani linen\n  I guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin\n  From the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years\n  When we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers\n  And now the tears, I can't stop from comin\n  I wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin\n  It seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game\n  I never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain\n  Now the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him\n  Heard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him\n  The Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him\n  But on the low, if I ever see him, I'mma hit him\n  Yo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug\n  It's real love, this is what a real nigga does\n  What yo, real niggas do real things\n  Word up, real niggas do. real niggas, yeah\n  Yo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo\n  The words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot\n  Her mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped\n  She fell to the floor with her eyes in shock\n  I was standin there stuck off the words I said\n  Worst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead\n  Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is\n  Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers\n  From the cradle to the grave we was like brothers\n  Went to same schools and fucked the same bitches\n  Pumped on the same block with the same snitches\n  Burnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches\n  And I remember, when we was both five percenters\n  Goin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters\n  And now the end is, justifyin all the means\n  That's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens\n  And it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo\n  Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggas\n  Even if you don't get no bigger\n  Finsta, Crash, presedential\n  Confidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?\n  Japan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo\n  Begins, world currency\n  The way the dollar bends, and it haunts me\n  It wants me it traps me, in the hole\n  Reachin for my soul, fuck it, yo\n"},{"id":28370717,"name":"Tragicomic (Beyond Real mix)","trackName":"Tragicomic (Beyond Real mix)","artistName":"DJ Krush feat. ACO, Twigy","albumName":"Tragicomic","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Darashi no nai namida nante\nIma hitsuyou dewa nai wa\nFusoroina kono kokoro ni wa\nUtawasete agete\n\nTokashiau kono toki o\nYurasu kageruu kurau yakei\nHaini nara e koorashiau\nOshiau ki o moyashiau\nKono haikyo o bakku ni mata kanjiae\nDouka shiau shikou\nKairu no suna okashiau\nIya okoshiau risou\nHaitoku no swan yugandemo yuuga\nAi to wa slow\nNanto uchuu da shuushi\nAji wa e?@saigo no plan from music\nImeeji ga hireishiau uwasatomurau\nKrosuwaazu fumu asian\nMirai wa sorouka?\n\nTachi no boru koi kuuki ni\nSukoshi no memai oboete\nKarei ni yasashiku shizuka ni...\nIya shite choudai\n\nSasurau michi o tozasu taboo kowasu\nWazura ruuru sokorachuu gyafun\nMachi wa toransu na keserasera (shuppatsu!)\nTasu hiku sosuu kosurina KRUSH\nOsuna sekasuna otsuna know how\nUbau kotsu sura fukakaina uta utau\nJoukashite iku kouka shita doppuraa\nGokuraku kuraku domayounaka ni sase\nDomannaka yurashiaundaze\nJuhakimaseri yume ni toiki ga hau\nTe o torite kuruki tsuchi o fumeri\nMou ichi do mau\n\nDarashi no nai namida nante\nIma hitsuyou dewa nai wa\nFusoroina kono kokoro ni wa\nUtawasete agete\nTachi no boru koi kuuki ni\nSukoshi no memai oboete\nKarei ni yasashiku shizuka ni...\nIya shite choudai\n\nMaji wau hikari machi ni okurikomu\nSurikomu chikai nigai e o rikai\nRikai suru satsutaba toriau\nTobi kau wayakucha momikucha\nNinarumade rigai michigai\nIkikau ikigaito key\nWarideshiau 9x9 guupaachoki\nMizuga ekitaide irareruhoshi\nSewashinai toki to onaji sora\nMerasu hou terasu gouru\nChikai doa shimesu vega\nWakachiau tabibitoto no kisu\nAkashitai kami to no kizuna","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tragicomic (Beyond Real mix)\n  artist: DJ Krush feat. 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