[{"id":11617120,"name":"Word Iz Bond","trackName":"Word Iz Bond","artistName":"DJ Premier","albumName":"KoleXXXion","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Bumpy Knuckles]\nLast time I saw HeadQCourterz was at a video shoot\nAnd... I was pullin off to leave and he said head up eyes and ears open ya nah mean\nAnd then he said word is bond, yo that was like his signature thing ya nah mean\nAnd, everytime he said it you know he always make sure he said he fightin for life\nYou ask him how he doin he fightin for life\nHe was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\nHe never changed for nobody you know what I mean\nUmmm, I respected him for that you know what I mean\nEverybody call me a real nigga, you know what I'm sayin\nThere's more real niggas than me, he definitely was a real nigga\nI miss him, and I love him\n\n[Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles]\nWhen I die, I want people in the funeral to kiss my face and feel me\nTake a whiff of this last breath for real b\nEvery word about me could never be good\n'Cause I fight for survival, I grew up in the hood\nMade the subway train my bedroom, but not for long\nFor just a minute it takes me, to get put on\nAll I know is righteousness I walk in the path\nAnd light this spliff and the smoke is my trail\nI Inhale 'cause to choke is to fail\nI'm too smart to be locked down broken in jail\nThat's where they want me, in the basement, stuck in a cell\nEatin jacked mac, toilet seat cold as hell\nI got a african necklace that my sister bought me from the motherland\nSo I rock it in jewel the brother man\nGot me screamin b it's not platinum, it's made of all wood\nBut the memories devalue weight, it's all good\nI'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\nGot love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\nAnd I walk now through the heavens, arm and arm\nScreamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n[Interlude: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\nWord is bond! Let's take this fuckin shit over man!\nNiggas gotta fight man!\nFuck tryin man niggas gotta fight for life goon\nThat's what the fuck it's about man! It's time to fight man...\n\n[DJ Premier Scratchin]:\nMy-My-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\nH-H-H-H-HeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n[Vocals From HeadQCourterz]:\nEverybody's ready man, it's on your fuckin word man\nWhat's good man!\n\n[Verse Two: Bumpy Knuckles]\nFollow my steps now is somethin you can't do\nThe essence of die hard b when I left you\nReppin The Bronx, where I borrowed life and gave it back\nTruly dedicated to the underrated, people can't believe I made it\n'Cause their projection is just projection\nDisrespectful to our complexion, I'm my mama's boy\nOn the ave with a drama toy hopin you don't try me\nRecognize when you walk by me\nWe fightin for life, pass me the henny and dro\nI light it and write, my opinion is my own dominion\nAnd if I know my head while your bumpin your shit\nBelieve it my nigga then It's a hit\n'Lot of spit in my click, we tour cities and we set up streets\nWe comin through, and we bringin the beats\nI'm hip hop raw to the core everything about me\nWhat hip hop 'gon do without me?!\nI was born in the game, I died in the gaame\nI turned into a angel now I fly to the game\nI'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\nGot love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\nAnd I walk through the heavens, arm and arm\nScreamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n[Interlude: Bumpy Knuckles]\nHe was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\nHe never changed for nobody you know what I mean\n\n[Vocals from HeadQCourterz]:\nDo they know how many motherfuckers is out here?!\nStarvin, hungry, whether it's, it it's physically or mentally\nOr spiritually, you know what I'm sayin?!\nNah they don't because they just be sittin up in them fuckin high rise buildings!\nUp in fuckin happy hour you know what I'm sayin\nThey don't know about the struggle man!\n\n[DJ Premier Scratchin]\nMy-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\nHeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n[Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles]\nTo my niggas in the streets don't ever give up, we still in a rut\nB stop fillin my cup, I left alot to think about now, could never be a fool\nWent from homeless in a couple of years, to back to school\n'Cause I hustled my ass off, save up every dollar\nSold hoodies in the hood, my act's hard to follow\nHolla! If you see me on cloud nine my cup rave\nRewritin the tough days\nI turn six shots to six strays, they go into a wall\nThat leave me there to kick it with y'all\nI'm a soldier that will never fall, I'm free from hell\nNo more felony stripes, three from jail\nDon't cry shed no tears, I'm still here\nTo oversee all my dogs so be clear\nI'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\nGot love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\nAnd I walk through heaven, arm and arm\nScreamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n[Outro: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\nI got Panch and them on the third! I got Smile! Mel!\nAll my niggas man! You already fuckin know!\nWORD IS BOND SON!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Word Iz Bond\n  artist: DJ Premier\n  album: KoleXXXion\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  Last time I saw HeadQCourterz was at a video shoot\n  And... I was pullin off to leave and he said head up eyes and ears open ya nah mean\n  And then he said word is bond, yo that was like his signature thing ya nah mean\n  And, everytime he said it you know he always make sure he said he fightin for life\n  You ask him how he doin he fightin for life\n  He was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\n  He never changed for nobody you know what I mean\n  Ummm, I respected him for that you know what I mean\n  Everybody call me a real nigga, you know what I'm sayin\n  There's more real niggas than me, he definitely was a real nigga\n  I miss him, and I love him\n\n  [Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  When I die, I want people in the funeral to kiss my face and feel me\n  Take a whiff of this last breath for real b\n  Every word about me could never be good\n  'Cause I fight for survival, I grew up in the hood\n  Made the subway train my bedroom, but not for long\n  For just a minute it takes me, to get put on\n  All I know is righteousness I walk in the path\n  And light this spliff and the smoke is my trail\n  I Inhale 'cause to choke is to fail\n  I'm too smart to be locked down broken in jail\n  That's where they want me, in the basement, stuck in a cell\n  Eatin jacked mac, toilet seat cold as hell\n  I got a african necklace that my sister bought me from the motherland\n  So I rock it in jewel the brother man\n  Got me screamin b it's not platinum, it's made of all wood\n  But the memories devalue weight, it's all good\n  I'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\n  Got love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\n  And I walk now through the heavens, arm and arm\n  Screamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n  [Interlude: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\n  Word is bond! Let's take this fuckin shit over man!\n  Niggas gotta fight man!\n  Fuck tryin man niggas gotta fight for life goon\n  That's what the fuck it's about man! It's time to fight man...\n\n  [DJ Premier Scratchin]:\n  My-My-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\n  H-H-H-H-HeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n  [Vocals From HeadQCourterz]:\n  Everybody's ready man, it's on your fuckin word man\n  What's good man!\n\n  [Verse Two: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  Follow my steps now is somethin you can't do\n  The essence of die hard b when I left you\n  Reppin The Bronx, where I borrowed life and gave it back\n  Truly dedicated to the underrated, people can't believe I made it\n  'Cause their projection is just projection\n  Disrespectful to our complexion, I'm my mama's boy\n  On the ave with a drama toy hopin you don't try me\n  Recognize when you walk by me\n  We fightin for life, pass me the henny and dro\n  I light it and write, my opinion is my own dominion\n  And if I know my head while your bumpin your shit\n  Believe it my nigga then It's a hit\n  'Lot of spit in my click, we tour cities and we set up streets\n  We comin through, and we bringin the beats\n  I'm hip hop raw to the core everything about me\n  What hip hop 'gon do without me?!\n  I was born in the game, I died in the gaame\n  I turned into a angel now I fly to the game\n  I'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\n  Got love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\n  And I walk through the heavens, arm and arm\n  Screamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n  [Interlude: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  He was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\n  He never changed for nobody you know what I mean\n\n  [Vocals from HeadQCourterz]:\n  Do they know how many motherfuckers is out here?!\n  Starvin, hungry, whether it's, it it's physically or mentally\n  Or spiritually, you know what I'm sayin?!\n  Nah they don't because they just be sittin up in them fuckin high rise buildings!\n  Up in fuckin happy hour you know what I'm sayin\n  They don't know about the struggle man!\n\n  [DJ Premier Scratchin]\n  My-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\n  HeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n  [Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  To my niggas in the streets don't ever give up, we still in a rut\n  B stop fillin my cup, I left alot to think about now, could never be a fool\n  Went from homeless in a couple of years, to back to school\n  'Cause I hustled my ass off, save up every dollar\n  Sold hoodies in the hood, my act's hard to follow\n  Holla! If you see me on cloud nine my cup rave\n  Rewritin the tough days\n  I turn six shots to six strays, they go into a wall\n  That leave me there to kick it with y'all\n  I'm a soldier that will never fall, I'm free from hell\n  No more felony stripes, three from jail\n  Don't cry shed no tears, I'm still here\n  To oversee all my dogs so be clear\n  I'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\n  Got love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\n  And I walk through heaven, arm and arm\n  Screamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n  [Outro: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\n  I got Panch and them on the third! I got Smile! Mel!\n  All my niggas man! You already fuckin know!\n  WORD IS BOND SON!\n"},{"id":11617123,"name":"Word Iz Bond","trackName":"Word Iz Bond","artistName":"Premier, DJ & Bumpy Knuckles","albumName":"KoleXXXion","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Bumpy Knuckles]\nLast time I saw HeadQCourterz was at a video shoot\nAnd... I was pullin off to leave and he said head up eyes and ears open ya nah mean\nAnd then he said word is bond, yo that was like his signature thing ya nah mean\nAnd, everytime he said it you know he always make sure he said he fightin for life\nYou ask him how he doin he fightin for life\nHe was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\nHe never changed for nobody you know what I mean\nUmmm, I respected him for that you know what I mean\nEverybody call me a real nigga, you know what I'm sayin\nThere's more real niggas than me, he definitely was a real nigga\nI miss him, and I love him\n\n[Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles]\nWhen I die, I want people in the funeral to kiss my face and feel me\nTake a whiff of this last breath for real b\nEvery word about me could never be good\n'Cause I fight for survival, I grew up in the hood\nMade the subway train my bedroom, but not for long\nFor just a minute it takes me, to get put on\nAll I know is righteousness I walk in the path\nAnd light this spliff and the smoke is my trail\nI Inhale 'cause to choke is to fail\nI'm too smart to be locked down broken in jail\nThat's where they want me, in the basement, stuck in a cell\nEatin jacked mac, toilet seat cold as hell\nI got a african necklace that my sister bought me from the motherland\nSo I rock it in jewel the brother man\nGot me screamin b it's not platinum, it's made of all wood\nBut the memories devalue weight, it's all good\nI'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\nGot love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\nAnd I walk now through the heavens, arm and arm\nScreamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n[Interlude: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\nWord is bond! Let's take this fuckin shit over man!\nNiggas gotta fight man!\nFuck tryin man niggas gotta fight for life goon\nThat's what the fuck it's about man! It's time to fight man...\n\n[DJ Premier Scratchin]:\nMy-My-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\nH-H-H-H-HeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n[Vocals From HeadQCourterz]:\nEverybody's ready man, it's on your fuckin word man\nWhat's good man!\n\n[Verse Two: Bumpy Knuckles]\nFollow my steps now is somethin you can't do\nThe essence of die hard b when I left you\nReppin The Bronx, where I borrowed life and gave it back\nTruly dedicated to the underrated, people can't believe I made it\n'Cause their projection is just projection\nDisrespectful to our complexion, I'm my mama's boy\nOn the ave with a drama toy hopin you don't try me\nRecognize when you walk by me\nWe fightin for life, pass me the henny and dro\nI light it and write, my opinion is my own dominion\nAnd if I know my head while your bumpin your shit\nBelieve it my nigga then It's a hit\n'Lot of spit in my click, we tour cities and we set up streets\nWe comin through, and we bringin the beats\nI'm hip hop raw to the core everything about me\nWhat hip hop 'gon do without me?!\nI was born in the game, I died in the gaame\nI turned into a angel now I fly to the game\nI'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\nGot love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\nAnd I walk through the heavens, arm and arm\nScreamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n[Interlude: Bumpy Knuckles]\nHe was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\nHe never changed for nobody you know what I mean\n\n[Vocals from HeadQCourterz]:\nDo they know how many motherfuckers is out here?!\nStarvin, hungry, whether it's, it it's physically or mentally\nOr spiritually, you know what I'm sayin?!\nNah they don't because they just be sittin up in them fuckin high rise buildings!\nUp in fuckin happy hour you know what I'm sayin\nThey don't know about the struggle man!\n\n[DJ Premier Scratchin]\nMy-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\nHeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n[Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles]\nTo my niggas in the streets don't ever give up, we still in a rut\nB stop fillin my cup, I left alot to think about now, could never be a fool\nWent from homeless in a couple of years, to back to school\n'Cause I hustled my ass off, save up every dollar\nSold hoodies in the hood, my act's hard to follow\nHolla! If you see me on cloud nine my cup rave\nRewritin the tough days\nI turn six shots to six strays, they go into a wall\nThat leave me there to kick it with y'all\nI'm a soldier that will never fall, I'm free from hell\nNo more felony stripes, three from jail\nDon't cry shed no tears, I'm still here\nTo oversee all my dogs so be clear\nI'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\nGot love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\nAnd I walk through heaven, arm and arm\nScreamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n[Outro: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\nI got Panch and them on the third! I got Smile! Mel!\nAll my niggas man! You already fuckin know!\nWORD IS BOND SON!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Word Iz Bond\n  artist: Premier, DJ & Bumpy Knuckles\n  album: KoleXXXion\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  Last time I saw HeadQCourterz was at a video shoot\n  And... I was pullin off to leave and he said head up eyes and ears open ya nah mean\n  And then he said word is bond, yo that was like his signature thing ya nah mean\n  And, everytime he said it you know he always make sure he said he fightin for life\n  You ask him how he doin he fightin for life\n  He was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\n  He never changed for nobody you know what I mean\n  Ummm, I respected him for that you know what I mean\n  Everybody call me a real nigga, you know what I'm sayin\n  There's more real niggas than me, he definitely was a real nigga\n  I miss him, and I love him\n\n  [Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  When I die, I want people in the funeral to kiss my face and feel me\n  Take a whiff of this last breath for real b\n  Every word about me could never be good\n  'Cause I fight for survival, I grew up in the hood\n  Made the subway train my bedroom, but not for long\n  For just a minute it takes me, to get put on\n  All I know is righteousness I walk in the path\n  And light this spliff and the smoke is my trail\n  I Inhale 'cause to choke is to fail\n  I'm too smart to be locked down broken in jail\n  That's where they want me, in the basement, stuck in a cell\n  Eatin jacked mac, toilet seat cold as hell\n  I got a african necklace that my sister bought me from the motherland\n  So I rock it in jewel the brother man\n  Got me screamin b it's not platinum, it's made of all wood\n  But the memories devalue weight, it's all good\n  I'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\n  Got love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\n  And I walk now through the heavens, arm and arm\n  Screamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n  [Interlude: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\n  Word is bond! Let's take this fuckin shit over man!\n  Niggas gotta fight man!\n  Fuck tryin man niggas gotta fight for life goon\n  That's what the fuck it's about man! It's time to fight man...\n\n  [DJ Premier Scratchin]:\n  My-My-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\n  H-H-H-H-HeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n  [Vocals From HeadQCourterz]:\n  Everybody's ready man, it's on your fuckin word man\n  What's good man!\n\n  [Verse Two: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  Follow my steps now is somethin you can't do\n  The essence of die hard b when I left you\n  Reppin The Bronx, where I borrowed life and gave it back\n  Truly dedicated to the underrated, people can't believe I made it\n  'Cause their projection is just projection\n  Disrespectful to our complexion, I'm my mama's boy\n  On the ave with a drama toy hopin you don't try me\n  Recognize when you walk by me\n  We fightin for life, pass me the henny and dro\n  I light it and write, my opinion is my own dominion\n  And if I know my head while your bumpin your shit\n  Believe it my nigga then It's a hit\n  'Lot of spit in my click, we tour cities and we set up streets\n  We comin through, and we bringin the beats\n  I'm hip hop raw to the core everything about me\n  What hip hop 'gon do without me?!\n  I was born in the game, I died in the gaame\n  I turned into a angel now I fly to the game\n  I'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\n  Got love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\n  And I walk through the heavens, arm and arm\n  Screamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n  [Interlude: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  He was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\n  He never changed for nobody you know what I mean\n\n  [Vocals from HeadQCourterz]:\n  Do they know how many motherfuckers is out here?!\n  Starvin, hungry, whether it's, it it's physically or mentally\n  Or spiritually, you know what I'm sayin?!\n  Nah they don't because they just be sittin up in them fuckin high rise buildings!\n  Up in fuckin happy hour you know what I'm sayin\n  They don't know about the struggle man!\n\n  [DJ Premier Scratchin]\n  My-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\n  HeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n  [Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  To my niggas in the streets don't ever give up, we still in a rut\n  B stop fillin my cup, I left alot to think about now, could never be a fool\n  Went from homeless in a couple of years, to back to school\n  'Cause I hustled my ass off, save up every dollar\n  Sold hoodies in the hood, my act's hard to follow\n  Holla! If you see me on cloud nine my cup rave\n  Rewritin the tough days\n  I turn six shots to six strays, they go into a wall\n  That leave me there to kick it with y'all\n  I'm a soldier that will never fall, I'm free from hell\n  No more felony stripes, three from jail\n  Don't cry shed no tears, I'm still here\n  To oversee all my dogs so be clear\n  I'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\n  Got love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\n  And I walk through heaven, arm and arm\n  Screamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n  [Outro: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\n  I got Panch and them on the third! I got Smile! Mel!\n  All my niggas man! You already fuckin know!\n  WORD IS BOND SON!\n"},{"id":11617118,"name":"Word Iz Bond","trackName":"Word Iz Bond","artistName":"DJ Premier & Bumpy Knuckles","albumName":"KoleXXXion","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Bumpy Knuckles]\nLast time I saw HeadQCourterz was at a video shoot\nAnd... I was pullin off to leave and he said head up eyes and ears open ya nah mean\nAnd then he said word is bond, yo that was like his signature thing ya nah mean\nAnd, everytime he said it you know he always make sure he said he fightin for life\nYou ask him how he doin he fightin for life\nHe was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\nHe never changed for nobody you know what I mean\nUmmm, I respected him for that you know what I mean\nEverybody call me a real nigga, you know what I'm sayin\nThere's more real niggas than me, he definitely was a real nigga\nI miss him, and I love him\n\n[Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles]\nWhen I die, I want people in the funeral to kiss my face and feel me\nTake a whiff of this last breath for real b\nEvery word about me could never be good\n'Cause I fight for survival, I grew up in the hood\nMade the subway train my bedroom, but not for long\nFor just a minute it takes me, to get put on\nAll I know is righteousness I walk in the path\nAnd light this spliff and the smoke is my trail\nI Inhale 'cause to choke is to fail\nI'm too smart to be locked down broken in jail\nThat's where they want me, in the basement, stuck in a cell\nEatin jacked mac, toilet seat cold as hell\nI got a african necklace that my sister bought me from the motherland\nSo I rock it in jewel the brother man\nGot me screamin b it's not platinum, it's made of all wood\nBut the memories devalue weight, it's all good\nI'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\nGot love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\nAnd I walk now through the heavens, arm and arm\nScreamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n[Interlude: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\nWord is bond! Let's take this fuckin shit over man!\nNiggas gotta fight man!\nFuck tryin man niggas gotta fight for life goon\nThat's what the fuck it's about man! It's time to fight man...\n\n[DJ Premier Scratchin]:\nMy-My-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\nH-H-H-H-HeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n[Vocals From HeadQCourterz]:\nEverybody's ready man, it's on your fuckin word man\nWhat's good man!\n\n[Verse Two: Bumpy Knuckles]\nFollow my steps now is somethin you can't do\nThe essence of die hard b when I left you\nReppin The Bronx, where I borrowed life and gave it back\nTruly dedicated to the underrated, people can't believe I made it\n'Cause their projection is just projection\nDisrespectful to our complexion, I'm my mama's boy\nOn the ave with a drama toy hopin you don't try me\nRecognize when you walk by me\nWe fightin for life, pass me the henny and dro\nI light it and write, my opinion is my own dominion\nAnd if I know my head while your bumpin your shit\nBelieve it my nigga then It's a hit\n'Lot of spit in my click, we tour cities and we set up streets\nWe comin through, and we bringin the beats\nI'm hip hop raw to the core everything about me\nWhat hip hop 'gon do without me?!\nI was born in the game, I died in the gaame\nI turned into a angel now I fly to the game\nI'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\nGot love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\nAnd I walk through the heavens, arm and arm\nScreamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n[Interlude: Bumpy Knuckles]\nHe was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\nHe never changed for nobody you know what I mean\n\n[Vocals from HeadQCourterz]:\nDo they know how many motherfuckers is out here?!\nStarvin, hungry, whether it's, it it's physically or mentally\nOr spiritually, you know what I'm sayin?!\nNah they don't because they just be sittin up in them fuckin high rise buildings!\nUp in fuckin happy hour you know what I'm sayin\nThey don't know about the struggle man!\n\n[DJ Premier Scratchin]\nMy-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\nHeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n[Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles]\nTo my niggas in the streets don't ever give up, we still in a rut\nB stop fillin my cup, I left alot to think about now, could never be a fool\nWent from homeless in a couple of years, to back to school\n'Cause I hustled my ass off, save up every dollar\nSold hoodies in the hood, my act's hard to follow\nHolla! If you see me on cloud nine my cup rave\nRewritin the tough days\nI turn six shots to six strays, they go into a wall\nThat leave me there to kick it with y'all\nI'm a soldier that will never fall, I'm free from hell\nNo more felony stripes, three from jail\nDon't cry shed no tears, I'm still here\nTo oversee all my dogs so be clear\nI'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\nGot love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\nAnd I walk through heaven, arm and arm\nScreamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n[Outro: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\nI got Panch and them on the third! I got Smile! Mel!\nAll my niggas man! You already fuckin know!\nWORD IS BOND SON!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Word Iz Bond\n  artist: DJ Premier & Bumpy Knuckles\n  album: KoleXXXion\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  Last time I saw HeadQCourterz was at a video shoot\n  And... I was pullin off to leave and he said head up eyes and ears open ya nah mean\n  And then he said word is bond, yo that was like his signature thing ya nah mean\n  And, everytime he said it you know he always make sure he said he fightin for life\n  You ask him how he doin he fightin for life\n  He was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\n  He never changed for nobody you know what I mean\n  Ummm, I respected him for that you know what I mean\n  Everybody call me a real nigga, you know what I'm sayin\n  There's more real niggas than me, he definitely was a real nigga\n  I miss him, and I love him\n\n  [Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  When I die, I want people in the funeral to kiss my face and feel me\n  Take a whiff of this last breath for real b\n  Every word about me could never be good\n  'Cause I fight for survival, I grew up in the hood\n  Made the subway train my bedroom, but not for long\n  For just a minute it takes me, to get put on\n  All I know is righteousness I walk in the path\n  And light this spliff and the smoke is my trail\n  I Inhale 'cause to choke is to fail\n  I'm too smart to be locked down broken in jail\n  That's where they want me, in the basement, stuck in a cell\n  Eatin jacked mac, toilet seat cold as hell\n  I got a african necklace that my sister bought me from the motherland\n  So I rock it in jewel the brother man\n  Got me screamin b it's not platinum, it's made of all wood\n  But the memories devalue weight, it's all good\n  I'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\n  Got love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\n  And I walk now through the heavens, arm and arm\n  Screamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n  [Interlude: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\n  Word is bond! Let's take this fuckin shit over man!\n  Niggas gotta fight man!\n  Fuck tryin man niggas gotta fight for life goon\n  That's what the fuck it's about man! It's time to fight man...\n\n  [DJ Premier Scratchin]:\n  My-My-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\n  H-H-H-H-HeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n  [Vocals From HeadQCourterz]:\n  Everybody's ready man, it's on your fuckin word man\n  What's good man!\n\n  [Verse Two: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  Follow my steps now is somethin you can't do\n  The essence of die hard b when I left you\n  Reppin The Bronx, where I borrowed life and gave it back\n  Truly dedicated to the underrated, people can't believe I made it\n  'Cause their projection is just projection\n  Disrespectful to our complexion, I'm my mama's boy\n  On the ave with a drama toy hopin you don't try me\n  Recognize when you walk by me\n  We fightin for life, pass me the henny and dro\n  I light it and write, my opinion is my own dominion\n  And if I know my head while your bumpin your shit\n  Believe it my nigga then It's a hit\n  'Lot of spit in my click, we tour cities and we set up streets\n  We comin through, and we bringin the beats\n  I'm hip hop raw to the core everything about me\n  What hip hop 'gon do without me?!\n  I was born in the game, I died in the gaame\n  I turned into a angel now I fly to the game\n  I'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\n  Got love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\n  And I walk through the heavens, arm and arm\n  Screamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n  [Interlude: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  He was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\n  He never changed for nobody you know what I mean\n\n  [Vocals from HeadQCourterz]:\n  Do they know how many motherfuckers is out here?!\n  Starvin, hungry, whether it's, it it's physically or mentally\n  Or spiritually, you know what I'm sayin?!\n  Nah they don't because they just be sittin up in them fuckin high rise buildings!\n  Up in fuckin happy hour you know what I'm sayin\n  They don't know about the struggle man!\n\n  [DJ Premier Scratchin]\n  My-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\n  HeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n  [Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  To my niggas in the streets don't ever give up, we still in a rut\n  B stop fillin my cup, I left alot to think about now, could never be a fool\n  Went from homeless in a couple of years, to back to school\n  'Cause I hustled my ass off, save up every dollar\n  Sold hoodies in the hood, my act's hard to follow\n  Holla! If you see me on cloud nine my cup rave\n  Rewritin the tough days\n  I turn six shots to six strays, they go into a wall\n  That leave me there to kick it with y'all\n  I'm a soldier that will never fall, I'm free from hell\n  No more felony stripes, three from jail\n  Don't cry shed no tears, I'm still here\n  To oversee all my dogs so be clear\n  I'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\n  Got love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\n  And I walk through heaven, arm and arm\n  Screamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n  [Outro: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\n  I got Panch and them on the third! I got Smile! Mel!\n  All my niggas man! You already fuckin know!\n  WORD IS BOND SON!\n"},{"id":38991717,"name":"Word Iz Bond","trackName":"Word Iz Bond","artistName":"Bumpy Knuckles; DJ Premier","albumName":"Kolexxxion","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Bumpy Knuckles]\nLast time I saw HeadQCourterz was at a video shoot\nAnd... I was pullin off to leave and he said head up eyes and ears open ya nah mean\nAnd then he said word is bond, yo that was like his signature thing ya nah mean\nAnd, everytime he said it you know he always make sure he said he fightin for life\nYou ask him how he doin he fightin for life\nHe was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\nHe never changed for nobody you know what I mean\nUmmm, I respected him for that you know what I mean\nEverybody call me a real nigga, you know what I'm sayin\nThere's more real niggas than me, he definitely was a real nigga\nI miss him, and I love him\n\n[Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles]\nWhen I die, I want people in the funeral to kiss my face and feel me\nTake a whiff of this last breath for real b\nEvery word about me could never be good\n'Cause I fight for survival, I grew up in the hood\nMade the subway train my bedroom, but not for long\nFor just a minute it takes me, to get put on\nAll I know is righteousness I walk in the path\nAnd light this spliff and the smoke is my trail\nI Inhale 'cause to choke is to fail\nI'm too smart to be locked down broken in jail\nThat's where they want me, in the basement, stuck in a cell\nEatin jacked mac, toilet seat cold as hell\nI got a african necklace that my sister bought me from the motherland\nSo I rock it in jewel the brother man\nGot me screamin b it's not platinum, it's made of all wood\nBut the memories devalue weight, it's all good\nI'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\nGot love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\nAnd I walk now through the heavens, arm and arm\nScreamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n[Interlude: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\nWord is bond! Let's take this fuckin shit over man!\nNiggas gotta fight man!\nFuck tryin man niggas gotta fight for life goon\nThat's what the fuck it's about man! It's time to fight man...\n\n[DJ Premier Scratchin]:\nMy-My-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\nH-H-H-H-HeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n[Vocals From HeadQCourterz]:\nEverybody's ready man, it's on your fuckin word man\nWhat's good man!\n\n[Verse Two: Bumpy Knuckles]\nFollow my steps now is somethin you can't do\nThe essence of die hard b when I left you\nReppin The Bronx, where I borrowed life and gave it back\nTruly dedicated to the underrated, people can't believe I made it\n'Cause their projection is just projection\nDisrespectful to our complexion, I'm my mama's boy\nOn the ave with a drama toy hopin you don't try me\nRecognize when you walk by me\nWe fightin for life, pass me the henny and dro\nI light it and write, my opinion is my own dominion\nAnd if I know my head while your bumpin your shit\nBelieve it my nigga then It's a hit\n'Lot of spit in my click, we tour cities and we set up streets\nWe comin through, and we bringin the beats\nI'm hip hop raw to the core everything about me\nWhat hip hop 'gon do without me?!\nI was born in the game, I died in the gaame\nI turned into a angel now I fly to the game\nI'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\nGot love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\nAnd I walk through the heavens, arm and arm\nScreamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n[Interlude: Bumpy Knuckles]\nHe was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\nHe never changed for nobody you know what I mean\n\n[Vocals from HeadQCourterz]:\nDo they know how many motherfuckers is out here?!\nStarvin, hungry, whether it's, it it's physically or mentally\nOr spiritually, you know what I'm sayin?!\nNah they don't because they just be sittin up in them fuckin high rise buildings!\nUp in fuckin happy hour you know what I'm sayin\nThey don't know about the struggle man!\n\n[DJ Premier Scratchin]\nMy-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\nHeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n[Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles]\nTo my niggas in the streets don't ever give up, we still in a rut\nB stop fillin my cup, I left alot to think about now, could never be a fool\nWent from homeless in a couple of years, to back to school\n'Cause I hustled my ass off, save up every dollar\nSold hoodies in the hood, my act's hard to follow\nHolla! If you see me on cloud nine my cup rave\nRewritin the tough days\nI turn six shots to six strays, they go into a wall\nThat leave me there to kick it with y'all\nI'm a soldier that will never fall, I'm free from hell\nNo more felony stripes, three from jail\nDon't cry shed no tears, I'm still here\nTo oversee all my dogs so be clear\nI'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\nGot love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\nAnd I walk through heaven, arm and arm\nScreamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n[Outro: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\nI got Panch and them on the third! I got Smile! Mel!\nAll my niggas man! You already fuckin know!\nWORD IS BOND SON!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Word Iz Bond\n  artist: Bumpy Knuckles; DJ Premier\n  album: Kolexxxion\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  Last time I saw HeadQCourterz was at a video shoot\n  And... I was pullin off to leave and he said head up eyes and ears open ya nah mean\n  And then he said word is bond, yo that was like his signature thing ya nah mean\n  And, everytime he said it you know he always make sure he said he fightin for life\n  You ask him how he doin he fightin for life\n  He was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\n  He never changed for nobody you know what I mean\n  Ummm, I respected him for that you know what I mean\n  Everybody call me a real nigga, you know what I'm sayin\n  There's more real niggas than me, he definitely was a real nigga\n  I miss him, and I love him\n\n  [Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  When I die, I want people in the funeral to kiss my face and feel me\n  Take a whiff of this last breath for real b\n  Every word about me could never be good\n  'Cause I fight for survival, I grew up in the hood\n  Made the subway train my bedroom, but not for long\n  For just a minute it takes me, to get put on\n  All I know is righteousness I walk in the path\n  And light this spliff and the smoke is my trail\n  I Inhale 'cause to choke is to fail\n  I'm too smart to be locked down broken in jail\n  That's where they want me, in the basement, stuck in a cell\n  Eatin jacked mac, toilet seat cold as hell\n  I got a african necklace that my sister bought me from the motherland\n  So I rock it in jewel the brother man\n  Got me screamin b it's not platinum, it's made of all wood\n  But the memories devalue weight, it's all good\n  I'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\n  Got love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\n  And I walk now through the heavens, arm and arm\n  Screamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n  [Interlude: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\n  Word is bond! Let's take this fuckin shit over man!\n  Niggas gotta fight man!\n  Fuck tryin man niggas gotta fight for life goon\n  That's what the fuck it's about man! It's time to fight man...\n\n  [DJ Premier Scratchin]:\n  My-My-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\n  H-H-H-H-HeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n  [Vocals From HeadQCourterz]:\n  Everybody's ready man, it's on your fuckin word man\n  What's good man!\n\n  [Verse Two: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  Follow my steps now is somethin you can't do\n  The essence of die hard b when I left you\n  Reppin The Bronx, where I borrowed life and gave it back\n  Truly dedicated to the underrated, people can't believe I made it\n  'Cause their projection is just projection\n  Disrespectful to our complexion, I'm my mama's boy\n  On the ave with a drama toy hopin you don't try me\n  Recognize when you walk by me\n  We fightin for life, pass me the henny and dro\n  I light it and write, my opinion is my own dominion\n  And if I know my head while your bumpin your shit\n  Believe it my nigga then It's a hit\n  'Lot of spit in my click, we tour cities and we set up streets\n  We comin through, and we bringin the beats\n  I'm hip hop raw to the core everything about me\n  What hip hop 'gon do without me?!\n  I was born in the game, I died in the gaame\n  I turned into a angel now I fly to the game\n  I'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\n  Got love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\n  And I walk through the heavens, arm and arm\n  Screamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n  [Interlude: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  He was a signature dude who was original and he always had his own style\n  He never changed for nobody you know what I mean\n\n  [Vocals from HeadQCourterz]:\n  Do they know how many motherfuckers is out here?!\n  Starvin, hungry, whether it's, it it's physically or mentally\n  Or spiritually, you know what I'm sayin?!\n  Nah they don't because they just be sittin up in them fuckin high rise buildings!\n  Up in fuckin happy hour you know what I'm sayin\n  They don't know about the struggle man!\n\n  [DJ Premier Scratchin]\n  My-My-My-My nigga HeadQCourterz-\"Snoop Dogg\"\n  HeadQCourterz rest in peace!-\"Bumpy Knuckles\"\n\n  [Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles]\n  To my niggas in the streets don't ever give up, we still in a rut\n  B stop fillin my cup, I left alot to think about now, could never be a fool\n  Went from homeless in a couple of years, to back to school\n  'Cause I hustled my ass off, save up every dollar\n  Sold hoodies in the hood, my act's hard to follow\n  Holla! If you see me on cloud nine my cup rave\n  Rewritin the tough days\n  I turn six shots to six strays, they go into a wall\n  That leave me there to kick it with y'all\n  I'm a soldier that will never fall, I'm free from hell\n  No more felony stripes, three from jail\n  Don't cry shed no tears, I'm still here\n  To oversee all my dogs so be clear\n  I'm a hip hop conisuer, street promotion\n  Got love for the realest rappers, beat devotion\n  And I walk through heaven, arm and arm\n  Screamin heads up eyes and ears open, word is bond!\n\n  [Outro: Vocals from HeadQCourterz]\n  I got Panch and them on the third! I got Smile! Mel!\n  All my niggas man! You already fuckin know!\n  WORD IS BOND SON!\n"}]