[{"id":3687949,"name":"The Hated (Skit)","trackName":"The Hated (Skit)","artistName":"Dave East","albumName":"Paranoia: A True Story","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo what up, what's cracking with you two niggas?\nI heard y'all niggas ain't get no ass last night?\nFuck outta here, my nigga\nI got all the hoes nigga\nMy DM is crazy, nigga\nFuck is you talking about?\nBet you was DM'ing last night\nI heard you my nigga what the screen name then?\nFuck outta here\nHeard you nigga\nWho this pullin' up?\nIt look like the East nigga, hold up\nWatch this nigga, hold up\nYooo!\nWhat's up, my niggas?\nDave East, sup, nigga\nAhhhhhhh\nThis nigga in Harlem right here\nWhat's cracking, boy\nWhat's cracking, boy\nSup, nigga, what's up\nCourt side, first game\nI ain't gon' front, my nigga\nThis shit crazy right now for a nigga\nLil baby girl out there too, she's beautiful\nWhat you doing for moms and pops, bro\nNiggas ain't doin' that\nWhat you doin' for moms and pops, bro, deadass, boy\nI got to put on\nIt's Harlem, baby\nOne of the last real niggas left\nNowhere in the world\nThis nigga got 10 chains on, boy\nThat shit crazy\nLet niggas hold something\nYou out here, 10 chains on and shit\nOh these are some light shit I just got\nI just picked this shit up this morning\nThat boy busy man\nSon you can't share with the hood, baby, what's up?\nI just picked this shit up this morning, man\nSmoking that Cali shit where the moon rocks at?\nI ain't gon' front, I didn't even bring none of that shit back with me\nY'all good tho?\nEverybody straight?\nI'm 'bout to spin, I got some shit to do later\nLove you, boy\nMy new shit 'bout to come out\nNa look at me boy,\nI love you, boy\nMy new shit 'bout to drop\nI got the \"Paranoia\" song, I already got that\nY'all niggas be cool\nY'all niggas be cool\nYo where Nas at?\nWhere Nas at tho?\nWhere Nas at bro?\nHe's good in Harlem East\nYo tell him come through, bro\nThat's love, man\nI can't believe niggas showing love like that in the streets, man\nWe came a long way\nLove, man, it's crazy\nCan't believe you two niggas just went crazy like that, man\nFuck you mean, nigga\nListen, man, listen, man\nFuck the Dave East nigga, bro\nI ain't gon' front I don't even know if that nigga from Harlem\nNiggas ain't got love for him\nHe be in Queens? Like how the fuck did he even meet Nas?\nOn some real shit\nHow the fuck did he meet him?\nWhen you see the nigga out here\nShining or whatever, but fuck this nigga\nAll that 30 shit, man, I ain't with that shit, my nigga\nThis my block, nigga\nFuck that 30 shit, we don't do that shit round here nigga\nMan, we let the nigga come through, we let him live bro\nThat's the most he can do\nI know he better put on for the hood\nI got my lil' homie, my lil' homie\nMy lil' nigga, I got, he got bars, my nigga\nSo if he don't put on for my lil' nigga, you know what time it is\nHe keep it cool\nHe know what it is\nI swear he do\nI swear\nNigga don't come through no type of crazy way\nMan I seen that Patek too, I need that joint\nMan this nigga is not like that, like facts, bro\nLike this nigga is not like that\nShit got me hot, bro\nFuck this nigga\nI ain't say nothing to that nigga the whole time he was over here\nY'all niggas was going crazy\nSaying he ain't like that\nMan, fuck that, let's get this nigga next time he pull up\nHeard niggas, bro\nIf y'all really feel like that\nKeep that same energy when you see niggas,\nWe keep it cool, bro, that's all it is, like\nYou know how that shit go\nWe gon' see them\nSlap fire from this nigga, for real","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] Yo what up, what's cracking with you two niggas?\n[00:04.64] I heard y'all niggas ain't get no ass last night?\n[00:05.50] Fuck outta here, my nigga\n[00:09.31] I got all the hoes nigga\n[00:11.70] My DM is crazy, nigga\n[00:13.61] Fuck is you talking about?\n[00:14.62] Bet you was DM'ing last night\n[00:17.31] I heard you my nigga what the screen name then?\n[00:19.44] Fuck outta here\n[00:22.05] Heard you nigga\n[00:24.01] Who this pullin' up?\n[00:28.93] It look like the East nigga, hold up\n[00:31.72] Watch this nigga, hold up\n[00:35.66] Yooo!\n[00:39.32] What's up, my niggas?\n[00:40.36] Dave East, sup, nigga\n[00:42.31] Ahhhhhhh\n[00:44.69] This nigga in Harlem right here\n[00:46.35] What's cracking, boy\n[00:47.99] What's cracking, boy\n[00:49.39] Sup, nigga, what's up\n[00:51.66] Court side, first game\n[00:52.25] I ain't gon' front, my nigga\n[00:54.94] This shit crazy right now for a nigga\n[00:55.94] Lil baby girl out there too, she's beautiful\n[00:59.95] What you doing for moms and pops, bro\n[01:01.29] Niggas ain't doin' that\n[01:03.94] What you doin' for moms and pops, bro, deadass, boy\n[01:06.51] I got to put on\n[01:08.47] It's Harlem, baby\n[01:10.43] One of the last real niggas left\n[01:14.13] Nowhere in the world\n[01:17.35] This nigga got 10 chains on, boy\n[01:19.07] That shit crazy\n[01:19.78] Let niggas hold something\n[01:22.10] You out here, 10 chains on and shit\n[01:23.69] Oh these are some light shit I just got\n[01:25.72] I just picked this shit up this morning\n[01:27.72] That boy busy man\n[01:29.08] Son you can't share with the hood, baby, what's up?\n[01:30.38] I just picked this shit up this morning, man\n[01:31.60] Smoking that Cali shit where the moon rocks at?\n[01:33.61] I ain't gon' front, I didn't even bring none of that shit back with me\n[01:36.27] Y'all good tho?\n[01:37.93] Everybody straight?\n[01:41.77] I'm 'bout to spin, I got some shit to do later\n[01:44.02] Love you, boy\n[01:45.66] My new shit 'bout to come out\n[01:47.66] Na look at me boy,\n[01:48.98] I love you, boy\n[01:49.97] My new shit 'bout to drop\n[01:50.97] I got the \"Paranoia\" song, I already got that\n[01:52.68] Y'all niggas be cool\n[01:53.27] Y'all niggas be cool\n[01:56.23] Yo where Nas at?\n[01:59.52] Where Nas at tho?\n[02:00.86] Where Nas at bro?\n[02:01.94] He's good in Harlem East\n[02:03.58] Yo tell him come through, bro\n[02:05.46] That's love, man\n[02:09.30] I can't believe niggas showing love like that in the streets, man\n[02:12.53] We came a long way\n[02:13.98] Love, man, it's crazy\n[02:16.53] Can't believe you two niggas just went crazy like that, man\n[02:20.59] Fuck you mean, nigga\n[02:21.95] Listen, man, listen, man\n[02:23.53] Fuck the Dave East nigga, bro\n[02:25.57] I ain't gon' front I don't even know if that nigga from Harlem\n[02:28.27] Niggas ain't got love for him\n[02:30.26] He be in Queens? Like how the fuck did he even meet Nas?\n[02:32.27] On some real shit\n[02:33.57] How the fuck did he meet him?\n[02:35.25] When you see the nigga out here\n[02:36.27] Shining or whatever, but fuck this nigga\n[02:39.03] All that 30 shit, man, I ain't with that shit, my nigga\n[02:41.99] This my block, nigga\n[02:42.94] Fuck that 30 shit, we don't do that shit round here nigga\n[02:46.95] Man, we let the nigga come through, we let him live bro\n[02:49.55] That's the most he can do\n[02:51.19] I know he better put on for the hood\n[02:52.53] I got my lil' homie, my lil' homie\n[02:54.82] My lil' nigga, I got, he got bars, my nigga\n[02:56.85] So if he don't put on for my lil' nigga, you know what time it is\n[02:58.50] He keep it cool\n[03:00.28] He know what it is\n[03:01.88] I swear he do\n[03:04.22] I swear\n[03:05.84] Nigga don't come through no type of crazy way\n[03:07.22] Man I seen that Patek too, I need that joint\n[03:11.22] Man this nigga is not like that, like facts, bro\n[03:12.90] Like this nigga is not like that\n[03:17.81] Shit got me hot, bro\n[03:18.84] Fuck this nigga\n[03:20.17] I ain't say nothing to that nigga the whole time he was over here\n[03:21.85] Y'all niggas was going crazy\n[03:23.53] Saying he ain't like that\n[03:25.12] Man, fuck that, let's get this nigga next time he pull up\n[03:29.59] Heard niggas, bro\n[03:31.20] If y'all really feel like that\n[03:31.81] Keep that same energy when you see niggas,\n[03:33.54] We keep it cool, bro, that's all it is, like\n[03:35.17] You know how that shit go\n[03:37.86] We gon' see them\n[03:39.90] Slap fire from this nigga, for real\n[03:41.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Hated (Skit)\n  artist: Dave East\n  album: 'Paranoia: A True Story'\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo what up, what's cracking with you two niggas?\n  start_ms: 990\n  end_ms: 4640\n- text: I heard y'all niggas ain't get no ass last night?\n  start_ms: 4640\n  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night?\n  Fuck outta here, my nigga\n  I got all the hoes nigga\n  My DM is crazy, nigga\n  Fuck is you talking about?\n  Bet you was DM'ing last night\n  I heard you my nigga what the screen name then?\n  Fuck outta here\n  Heard you nigga\n  Who this pullin' up?\n  It look like the East nigga, hold up\n  Watch this nigga, hold up\n  Yooo!\n  What's up, my niggas?\n  Dave East, sup, nigga\n  Ahhhhhhh\n  This nigga in Harlem right here\n  What's cracking, boy\n  What's cracking, boy\n  Sup, nigga, what's up\n  Court side, first game\n  I ain't gon' front, my nigga\n  This shit crazy right now for a nigga\n  Lil baby girl out there too, she's beautiful\n  What you doing for moms and pops, bro\n  Niggas ain't doin' that\n  What you doin' for moms and pops, bro, deadass, boy\n  I got to put on\n  It's Harlem, baby\n  One of the last real niggas left\n  Nowhere in the world\n  This nigga got 10 chains on, boy\n  That shit crazy\n  Let niggas hold something\n  You out here, 10 chains on and 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Listen, man, listen, man\n  Fuck the Dave East nigga, bro\n  I ain't gon' front I don't even know if that nigga from Harlem\n  Niggas ain't got love for him\n  He be in Queens? Like how the fuck did he even meet Nas?\n  On some real shit\n  How the fuck did he meet him?\n  When you see the nigga out here\n  Shining or whatever, but fuck this nigga\n  All that 30 shit, man, I ain't with that shit, my nigga\n  This my block, nigga\n  Fuck that 30 shit, we don't do that shit round here nigga\n  Man, we let the nigga come through, we let him live bro\n  That's the most he can do\n  I know he better put on for the hood\n  I got my lil' homie, my lil' homie\n  My lil' nigga, I got, he got bars, my nigga\n  So if he don't put on for my lil' nigga, you know what time it is\n  He keep it cool\n  He know what it is\n  I swear he do\n  I swear\n  Nigga don't come through no type of crazy way\n  Man I seen that Patek too, I need that joint\n  Man this nigga is not like that, like facts, bro\n  Like this nigga is not like that\n  Shit got me hot, bro\n  Fuck this nigga\n  I ain't say nothing to that nigga the whole time he was over here\n  Y'all niggas was going crazy\n  Saying he ain't like that\n  Man, fuck that, let's get this nigga next time he pull up\n  Heard niggas, bro\n  If y'all really feel like that\n  Keep that same energy when you see niggas,\n  We keep it cool, bro, that's all it is, like\n  You know how that shit go\n  We gon' see them\n  Slap fire from this nigga, for real\n"},{"id":11825757,"name":"03 The Hated","trackName":"03 The Hated","artistName":"Dave East","albumName":"Paranoia - Edited","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We gotta get it\nThey hated Esco\nThey hated Escobar\nI'm still here\nDave East talk that talk\nStreets need that;\nNYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world\nLets get it\n\nI had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back\nCould still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack\nOne conversation between homies, better yet brothers\nThat used to spend the night with each other\nThey moms was best friends\nOne name was Anthony, the hood called 'em Ant 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Came home, like let niggas see me, I'll never ride with tint\n  Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North\n  She was busting checks with the wrong nigga\n  He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor\n  Lose the attitude, he miserable\n  For years he tried to get a lick or two\n  Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into\n  Ant' met Cory when they was kids with innocence\n  Ant' hated his dad around 'cause that nigga was militant\n  Cory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it\n  Double it, stack it up, Cory ain't never want to spend\n  Ant' was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped\n  Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch\n\n  They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin\n  (They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment\n  No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness\n  Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it\n  They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated 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eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment\nNo lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness\nMood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it\n\nAnt' and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that\nNo mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back\nSix in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life\nStreets will teach you quick, ain't nothing free, pay the price\nEviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night\nCory had the sour with him, Ant' fuck with 'yola\nGot kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders\nLocked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders\nCory told Ant' on the V I the block was changing\nAnt' told Cory be grateful, freedoms' amazing\nThree and half light bed, Ant' stayed in drama\nHe was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing\nNo MySpace\nCory and Ant' had butter rockin'\nThe other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him\nCouple hate us, but nothing major, they knew the streets\nNiggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe\nCory took it on the chin, he wasn't new to beef\nKillers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak\nThats a man down, Ant' told Cory have the fam 'round\nAnd keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown\nThey hustle low, so much evidence that [?] found\nCory got nervous whenever they spun that Van 'round\nThey snatched him and talked about the way he got it\nBroke the code, that was snitchin', it ain't no way around it\n\nThey hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin\n(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment\nNo lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness\nMood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it\nThey hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin\n(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment\nNo lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness\nMood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it\n\nAyo' East\nIt's your man, 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Edited","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo what up, what's cracking with you two niggas?\nI heard y'all niggas ain't get no ass last night?\nFuck outta here, my nigga\nI got all the hoes nigga\nMy DM is crazy, nigga\nFuck is you talking about?\nBet you was DM'ing last night\nI heard you my nigga what the screen name then?\nFuck outta here\nHeard you nigga\nWho this pullin' up?\nIt look like the East nigga, hold up\nWatch this nigga, hold up\nYooo!\nWhat's up, my niggas?\nDave East, sup, nigga\nAhhhhhhh\nThis nigga in Harlem right here\nWhat's cracking, boy\nWhat's cracking, boy\nSup, nigga, what's up\nCourt side, first game\nI ain't gon' front, my nigga\nThis shit crazy right now for a nigga\nLil baby girl out there too, she's beautiful\nWhat you doing for moms and pops, bro\nNiggas ain't doin' that\nWhat you doin' for moms and pops, bro, deadass, boy\nI got to put on\nIt's Harlem, baby\nOne of the last real niggas left\nNowhere in the world\nThis nigga got 10 chains on, boy\nThat shit crazy\nLet niggas hold something\nYou out here, 10 chains on and shit\nOh these are some light shit I just got\nI just picked this shit up this morning\nThat boy busy man\nSon you can't share with the hood, baby, what's up?\nI just picked this shit up this morning, man\nSmoking that Cali shit where the moon rocks at?\nI ain't gon' front, I didn't even bring none of that shit back with me\nY'all good tho?\nEverybody straight?\nI'm 'bout to spin, I got some shit to do later\nLove you, boy\nMy new shit 'bout to come out\nNa look at me boy,\nI love you, boy\nMy new shit 'bout to drop\nI got the \"Paranoia\" song, I already got that\nY'all niggas be cool\nY'all niggas be cool\nYo where Nas at?\nWhere Nas at tho?\nWhere Nas at bro?\nHe's good in Harlem East\nYo tell him come through, bro\nThat's love, man\nI can't believe niggas showing love like that in the streets, man\nWe came a long way\nLove, man, it's crazy\nCan't believe you two niggas just went crazy like that, man\nFuck you mean, nigga\nListen, man, listen, man\nFuck the Dave East nigga, bro\nI ain't gon' front I don't even know if that nigga from Harlem\nNiggas ain't got love for him\nHe be in Queens? Like how the fuck did he even meet Nas?\nOn some real shit\nHow the fuck did he meet him?\nWhen you see the nigga out here\nshining or whatever, but fuck this nigga\nAll that 30 shit, man, I ain't with that shit, my nigga\nThis my block, nigga\nFuck that 30 shit, we don't do that shit round here nigga\nMan, we let the nigga come through, we let him live bro\nThat's the most he can do\nI know he better put on for the hood\nI got my lil' homie, my lil' homie\nMy lil' nigga, I got, he got bars, my nigga\nSo if he don't put on for my lil' nigga, you know what time it is\nHe keep it cool\nHe know what it is\nI swear he do\nI swear\nNigga don't come through no type of crazy way\nMan I seen that Patek too, I need that joint\nMan this nigga is not like that, like facts, bro\nLike this nigga is not like that\nShit got me hot, bro\nFuck this nigga\nI ain't say nothing to that nigga the whole time he was over here\nY'all niggas was going crazy\nSaying he ain't like that\nMan, fuck that, let's get this nigga next time he pull up\nHeard niggas, bro\nIf y'all really feel like that\nKeep that same energy when you see niggas,\nwe keep it cool, bro, that's all it is, like\nYou know how that shit go\nWe gon' see them\nSlap fire from this nigga, for real","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] Yo what up, what's cracking with you two niggas?\n[00:04.64] I heard y'all niggas ain't get no ass last night?\n[00:05.50] Fuck outta here, my nigga\n[00:09.31] I got all the hoes nigga\n[00:11.70] My DM is crazy, nigga\n[00:13.61] Fuck is you talking about?\n[00:14.62] Bet you was DM'ing last night\n[00:17.31] I heard you my nigga what the screen name then?\n[00:19.44] Fuck outta here\n[00:22.05] Heard you nigga\n[00:24.01] Who this pullin' up?\n[00:28.93] It look like the East nigga, hold up\n[00:31.72] Watch this nigga, hold up\n[00:35.66] Yooo!\n[00:39.32] What's up, my niggas?\n[00:40.36] Dave East, sup, nigga\n[00:42.31] Ahhhhhhh\n[00:44.69] This nigga in Harlem right here\n[00:46.35] What's cracking, boy\n[00:47.99] What's cracking, boy\n[00:49.39] Sup, nigga, what's up\n[00:51.66] Court side, first game\n[00:52.25] I ain't gon' front, my nigga\n[00:54.94] This shit crazy right now for a nigga\n[00:55.94] Lil baby girl out there too, she's beautiful\n[00:59.95] What you doing for moms and pops, bro\n[01:01.29] Niggas ain't doin' that\n[01:03.94] What you doin' for moms and pops, bro, deadass, boy\n[01:06.51] I got to put on\n[01:08.47] It's Harlem, baby\n[01:10.43] One of the last real niggas left\n[01:14.13] Nowhere in the world\n[01:17.35] This nigga got 10 chains on, boy\n[01:19.07] That shit crazy\n[01:19.78] Let niggas hold something\n[01:22.10] You out here, 10 chains on and shit\n[01:23.69] Oh these are some light shit I just got\n[01:25.72] I just picked this shit up this morning\n[01:27.72] That boy busy man\n[01:29.08] Son you can't share with the hood, baby, what's up?\n[01:30.38] I just picked this shit up this morning, man\n[01:31.60] Smoking that Cali shit where the moon rocks at?\n[01:33.61] I ain't gon' front, I didn't even bring none of that shit back with me\n[01:36.27] Y'all good tho?\n[01:37.93] Everybody straight?\n[01:41.77] I'm 'bout to spin, I got some shit to do later\n[01:44.02] Love you, boy\n[01:45.66] My new shit 'bout to come out\n[01:47.66] Na look at me boy,\n[01:48.98] I love you, boy\n[01:49.97] My new shit 'bout to drop\n[01:50.97] I got the \"Paranoia\" song, I already got that\n[01:52.68] Y'all niggas be cool\n[01:53.27] Y'all niggas be cool\n[01:56.23] Yo where Nas at?\n[01:59.52] Where Nas at tho?\n[02:00.86] Where Nas at bro?\n[02:01.94] He's good in Harlem East\n[02:03.58] Yo tell him come through, bro\n[02:05.46] That's love, man\n[02:09.30] I can't believe niggas showing love like that in the streets, man\n[02:12.53] We came a long way\n[02:13.98] Love, man, it's crazy\n[02:16.53] Can't believe you two niggas just went crazy like that, man\n[02:20.59] Fuck you mean, nigga\n[02:21.95] Listen, man, listen, man\n[02:23.53] Fuck the Dave East nigga, bro\n[02:25.57] I ain't gon' front I don't even know if that nigga from Harlem\n[02:28.27] Niggas ain't got love for him\n[02:30.26] He be in Queens? Like how the fuck did he even meet Nas?\n[02:32.27] On some real shit\n[02:33.57] How the fuck did he meet him?\n[02:35.25] When you see the nigga out here\n[02:36.27] Shining or whatever, but fuck this nigga\n[02:39.03] All that 30 shit, man, I ain't with that shit, my nigga\n[02:41.99] This my block, nigga\n[02:42.94] Fuck that 30 shit, we don't do that shit round here nigga\n[02:46.95] Man, we let the nigga come through, we let him live bro\n[02:49.55] That's the most he can do\n[02:51.19] I know he better put on for the hood\n[02:52.53] I got my lil' homie, my lil' homie\n[02:54.82] My lil' nigga, I got, he got bars, my nigga\n[02:56.85] So if he don't put on for my lil' nigga, you know what time it is\n[02:58.50] He keep it cool\n[03:00.28] He know what it is\n[03:01.88] I swear he do\n[03:04.22] I swear\n[03:05.84] Nigga don't come through no type of crazy way\n[03:07.22] Man I seen that Patek too, I need that joint\n[03:11.22] Man this nigga is not like that, like facts, bro\n[03:12.90] Like this nigga is not like that\n[03:17.81] Shit got me hot, bro\n[03:18.84] Fuck this nigga\n[03:20.17] I ain't say nothing to that nigga the whole time he was over here\n[03:21.85] Y'all niggas was going crazy\n[03:23.53] Saying he ain't like that\n[03:25.12] Man, fuck that, let's get this nigga next time he pull up\n[03:29.59] Heard niggas, bro\n[03:31.20] If y'all really feel like that\n[03:31.81] Keep that same energy when you see niggas,\n[03:33.54] We keep it cool, bro, that's all it is, like\n[03:35.17] You know how that shit go\n[03:37.86] We gon' see them\n[03:39.90] Slap fire from this nigga, for real\n[03:41.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 02 The Hated (Skit) (Edited)\n  artist: Dave East\n  album: Paranoia - Edited\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo what up, what's cracking with you two niggas?\n  start_ms: 990\n  end_ms: 4640\n- text: I heard y'all niggas ain't get no ass last night?\n  start_ms: 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night?\n  Fuck outta here, my nigga\n  I got all the hoes nigga\n  My DM is crazy, nigga\n  Fuck is you talking about?\n  Bet you was DM'ing last night\n  I heard you my nigga what the screen name then?\n  Fuck outta here\n  Heard you nigga\n  Who this pullin' up?\n  It look like the East nigga, hold up\n  Watch this nigga, hold up\n  Yooo!\n  What's up, my niggas?\n  Dave East, sup, nigga\n  Ahhhhhhh\n  This nigga in Harlem right here\n  What's cracking, boy\n  What's cracking, boy\n  Sup, nigga, what's up\n  Court side, first game\n  I ain't gon' front, my nigga\n  This shit crazy right now for a nigga\n  Lil baby girl out there too, she's beautiful\n  What you doing for moms and pops, bro\n  Niggas ain't doin' that\n  What you doin' for moms and pops, bro, deadass, boy\n  I got to put on\n  It's Harlem, baby\n  One of the last real niggas left\n  Nowhere in the world\n  This nigga got 10 chains on, boy\n  That shit crazy\n  Let niggas hold something\n  You out here, 10 chains on and shit\n  Oh these are some light shit I just got\n  I just picked this shit up this morning\n  That boy busy man\n  Son you can't share with the hood, baby, what's up?\n  I just picked this shit up this morning, man\n  Smoking that Cali shit where the moon rocks at?\n  I ain't gon' front, I didn't even bring none of that shit back with me\n  Y'all good tho?\n  Everybody straight?\n  I'm 'bout to spin, I got some shit to do later\n  Love you, boy\n  My new shit 'bout to come out\n  Na look at me boy,\n  I love you, boy\n  My new shit 'bout to drop\n  I got the \"Paranoia\" song, I already got that\n  Y'all niggas be cool\n  Y'all niggas be cool\n  Yo where Nas at?\n  Where Nas at tho?\n  Where Nas at bro?\n  He's good in Harlem East\n  Yo tell him come through, bro\n  That's love, man\n  I can't believe niggas showing love like that in the streets, man\n  We came a long way\n  Love, man, it's crazy\n  Can't believe you two niggas just went crazy like that, man\n  Fuck you mean, nigga\n  Listen, man, listen, man\n  Fuck the Dave East nigga, bro\n  I ain't gon' front I don't even know if that nigga from Harlem\n  Niggas ain't got love for him\n  He be in Queens? 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home, like let niggas see me, I'll never ride with tint\nCory was his right-hand man, his mother up North\nShe was busting checks with the wrong nigga\nHe popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor\nLose the attitude, he miserable\nFor years he tried to get a lick or two\nMoms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into\nAnt' met Cory when they was kids with innocence\nAnt' hated his dad around 'cause that nigga was militant\nCory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it\nDouble it, stack it up, Cory ain't never want to spend\nAnt' was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped\nFlashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch\n\nThey hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin\n(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment\nNo lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness\nMood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it\nThey hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin\n(They gon' hate) eight niggas 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streets\nNiggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe\nCory took it on the chin, he wasn't new to beef\nKillers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak\nThats a man down, Ant' told Cory have the fam 'round\nAnd keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown\nThey hustle low, so much evidence that [?] found\nCory got nervous whenever they spun that Van 'round\nThey snatched him and talked about the way he got it\nBroke the code, that was snitchin', it ain't no way around it\n\nThey hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin\n(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment\nNo lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness\nMood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it\nThey hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin\n(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment\nNo lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness\nMood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it\n\nAyo' East\nIt's your man, Nas 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start_ms: 210400\n  end_ms: 213070\n- text: (They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment\n  start_ms: 213070\n  end_ms: 216150\n- text: No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness\n  start_ms: 216150\n  end_ms: 219120\n- text: Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it\n  start_ms: 219120\n  end_ms: 222100\n- text: Ayo' East\n  start_ms: 222100\n  end_ms: 225150\n- text: It's your man, Nas Esco'\n  start_ms: 225150\n  end_ms: 227810\n- text: Keep doin' what you do\n  start_ms: 227810\n  end_ms: 230470\n- text: Peace be on to you my young brother\n  start_ms: 230470\n  end_ms: 232610\n- text: Young king\n  start_ms: 232610\n  end_ms: 267060\nplain: |-\n  We gotta get it\n  They hated Esco\n  They hated Escobar\n  I'm still here\n  Dave East talk that talk\n  Streets need that;\n  NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world\n  Lets get it\n\n  I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back\n  Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack\n  One conversation between homies, better yet brothers\n  That used to spend the night with each other\n  They moms was best friends\n  One name was Anthony, the hood called 'em Ant Live\n  Kept his pistol on 'em, so he bought a bigger pant size\n  He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die\n  That was ten years ago\n  Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow\n  Now he throw a set up anywhere he go\n  He just a product of his environment\n  Told me he'd rather die than ever go to Rikers again\n  Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent\n  Came home, like let niggas see me, I'll never ride with tint\n  Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North\n  She was busting checks with the wrong nigga\n  He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor\n  Lose the attitude, he miserable\n  For years he tried to get a lick or two\n  Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into\n  Ant' met Cory when they was kids with innocence\n  Ant' hated his dad around 'cause that nigga was militant\n  Cory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it\n  Double it, stack it up, Cory ain't never want to spend\n  Ant' was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped\n  Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch\n\n  They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin\n  (They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment\n  No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness\n  Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it\n  They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin\n  (They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment\n  No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness\n  Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it\n\n  Ant' and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that\n  No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back\n  Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life\n  Streets will teach you quick, ain't nothing free, pay the price\n  Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night\n  Cory had the sour with him, Ant' fuck with 'yola\n  Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders\n  Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders\n  Cory told Ant' on the V I the block was changing\n  Ant' told Cory be grateful, freedoms' amazing\n  Three and half light bed, Ant' stayed in drama\n  He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing\n  No MySpace\n  Cory and Ant' had butter rockin'\n  The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him\n  Couple hate us, but nothing major, they knew the streets\n  Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe\n  Cory took it on the chin, he wasn't new to beef\n  Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak\n  Thats a man down, Ant' told Cory have the fam 'round\n  And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown\n  They hustle low, so much evidence that [?] found\n  Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van 'round\n  They snatched him and talked about the way he got it\n  Broke the code, that was snitchin', it ain't no way around it\n\n  They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin\n  (They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment\n  No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness\n  Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it\n  They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin\n  (They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment\n  No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness\n  Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it\n\n  Ayo' East\n  It's your man, Nas Esco'\n  Keep doin' what you do\n  Peace be on to you my young brother\n  Young king\n"}]