[{"id":33388669,"name":"Up Them Thangs","trackName":"Up Them Thangs","artistName":"Erick Sermon","albumName":"Music","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, gangsta, what the fuck nigga\nCadillac Tah, uh, E-Dub\nThis fuckin' beat is gangsta nigga, word, uh\nCome on, uh, what up Murray?\nWelcome home nigga, yeah\nLet's lay it down nigga, gangsta style\nYeah, uh, come on, yeah\n\nYo, ayo, I be the bandit, make dough expand it\nArmy bags full, that flow mass transit\nCats can't stand it, oh God damn it\nInvade Earth like a UFO landed\nRolex is standard, you got cheese granted\n\nStill can't hang with the Green-Eyed Bandit\nYour chain's tampered, caught red-handed\nThey ask you to run your jewels and you ran it\nSmile, you want candy, fake thugs candid\nGot shot and screamed like Michael and Janet\nTape sounds skan'd-ed, b-boy slam it\nGots to play my tune 'cause radio demand it\nThis here's the real, hardcore steel\nBoogie Down Productions, KRS-One feel\n\nThat there's the deal, run, grab the steel\nSet b-boy stance and grab my deal\n\nYo, yo, watch and rings (Up dem thangs)\nAll your cheese (Up dem thangs)\nYour credit card (Up dem thangs)\nYeah, right now (Up dem thangs)\nYour car keys (Up dem thangs)\nThe accessories (Up dem thangs)\nCristal bottles (Up dem thangs)\nYeah, right now (Up dem thangs)\n\nYeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang with diamond clusters\nTuff City hustlers, y'all niggas is busters\nMr. Murder, AKA Cadillac Ann, rat-a-tat blam\nNiggas get shot for blue rocks, you not\nWillin' to die, so up dem thangs\nOr the bullets'll fly, touch yo' frame\nBelieve me it's nothin' man, spittin' lead from heat\nDog, it's my bread and meat, picture me starvin'\n\nGot a degree in robbin' kickin' in doors\nAnd runnin' in stores, boy I'm heartless\nGive you the whole cartridge, you look like a smart dude\nRelentless, so resistance ain't a smart move\nBlakka, blakka, let him have it for the carats\nSilly rabbit get nailed when the hammer swingin'\nChop your hand off and slide off your diamond ring and\nMy nigga Murray touch down, now it's time to bring it\n\nMotherfuckers (Up dem thangs)\n\nOh, y'all niggas flashin' dough? (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all all got chains? (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all got diamond rings? (Up dem thangs)\nYo, y'all niggas know my name (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all niggas got Benji's? (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all niggas playin' games? (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all think shit is sweet? (Up dem thangs)\nMan, we take it to the streets (Up dem thangs)\n\nListen young boy, this here ain't no game\nYou comin' around us, you gon' up them thangs\nRings, chains and watch and your ears, give me the rocks\n\nWe stickin' motherfuckers for they shoes and socks\nYou got Benji's? Up 'em, chains? Tuck 'em\nNah, I don't love 'em, get 'em, yeah fuck 'em\nWe supposed to be brothers, oh you\nTryin' to kick some knowledge, nigga?\nSave that garbage and come up out your pockets\nBefore money wasn't a thing, it grew on trees\n\nNow my gat is in your mouth, you yellin' \"No Keith, please\"\nI get another and another, a sister and a brother\nWho love him, they mama love him, 'cause I damn sure don't love him\n\nRun up on him like, \"Yo, who got the weed?\"\nUp them thangs, nigga, give me that cheese\nIf you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain\nI strongly encourage y'all to up them thangs\n\nUp dem thangs, up dem thangs\nUp dem thangs, up dem thangs\nUp dem thangs, up dem thangs\nUp dem thangs, up dem thangs\n\nYo, this is Matthew's, chapter five, verse forty-four\nBut I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you\nDo good to them that hate you, and pray for them\nWhich despitefully use you and persecute you, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.42] Yeah, gangsta, what the fuck nigga\n[00:07.57] Cadillac Tah, uh, E-Dub\n[00:10.32] This fuckin' beat is gangsta nigga, word, uh\n[00:13.56] Come on, uh, what up Murray?\n[00:15.70] Welcome home nigga, yeah\n[00:17.77] Let's lay it down nigga, gangsta style\n[00:19.74] Yeah, uh, come on, yeah\n[00:20.96] Yo, ayo, I be the bandit, make dough expand it\n[00:24.36] Army bags full, that flow mass transit\n[00:26.81] Cats can't stand it, oh God damn it\n[00:29.39] Invade Earth like a UFO landed\n[00:31.63] Rolex is standard, you got cheese granted\n[00:34.12] Still can't hang with the Green-Eyed Bandit\n[00:36.57] Your chain's tampered, caught red-handed\n[00:38.82] They ask you to run your jewels and you ran it\n[00:41.43] Smile, you want candy, fake thugs candid\n[00:43.94] Got shot and screamed like Michael and Janet\n[00:46.33] Tape sounds skan'd-ed, b-boy slam it\n[00:48.79] Gots to play my tune 'cause radio demand it\n[00:51.29] This here's the real, hardcore steel\n[00:53.69] Boogie Down Productions, KRS-One feel\n[00:56.16] That there's the deal, run, grab the steel\n[00:58.56] Set b-boy stance and grab my deal\n[01:01.03] Yo, yo, watch and rings (Up dem thangs)\n[01:03.64] All your cheese (Up dem thangs)\n[01:05.94] Your credit card (Up dem thangs)\n[01:08.42] Yeah, right now (Up dem thangs)\n[01:10.87] Your car keys (Up dem thangs)\n[01:13.38] The accessories (Up dem thangs)\n[01:15.70] Cristal bottles (Up dem thangs)\n[01:18.24] Yeah, right now (Up dem thangs)\n[01:20.20] Yeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang with diamond clusters\n[01:24.27] Tuff City hustlers, y'all niggas is busters\n[01:26.66] Mr. Murder, AKA Cadillac Ann, rat-a-tat blam\n[01:30.17] Niggas get shot for blue rocks, you not\n[01:32.57] Willin' to die, so up dem thangs\n[01:34.63] Or the bullets'll fly, touch yo' frame\n[01:37.10] Believe me it's nothin' man, spittin' lead from heat\n[01:39.53] Dog, it's my bread and meat, picture me starvin'\n[01:42.30] Got a degree in robbin' kickin' in doors\n[01:44.42] And runnin' in stores, boy I'm heartless\n[01:46.13] Give you the whole cartridge, you look like a smart dude\n[01:48.94] Relentless, so resistance ain't a smart move\n[01:51.14] Blakka, blakka, let him have it for the carats\n[01:53.31] Silly rabbit get nailed when the hammer swingin'\n[01:55.76] Chop your hand off and slide off your diamond ring and\n[01:58.08] My nigga Murray touch down, now it's time to bring it\n[02:00.76] Motherfuckers (Up dem thangs)\n[02:01.99] Oh, y'all niggas flashin' dough? (Up dem thangs)\n[02:02.17] Oh, y'all all got chains? (Up dem thangs)\n[02:04.35] Oh, y'all got diamond rings? (Up dem thangs)\n[02:06.78] Yo, y'all niggas know my name (Up dem thangs)\n[02:09.24] Oh, y'all niggas got Benji's? (Up dem thangs)\n[02:11.72] Oh, y'all niggas playin' games? (Up dem thangs)\n[02:14.12] Oh, y'all think shit is sweet? (Up dem thangs)\n[02:16.68] Man, we take it to the streets (Up dem thangs)\n[02:19.37] Listen young boy, this here ain't no game\n[02:21.65] You comin' around us, you gon' up them thangs\n[02:24.16] Rings, chains and watch and your ears, give me the rocks\n[02:26.46] We stickin' motherfuckers for they shoes and socks\n[02:28.64] You got Benji's? Up 'em, chains? Tuck 'em\n[02:31.41] Nah, I don't love 'em, get 'em, yeah fuck 'em\n[02:33.76] We supposed to be brothers, oh you\n[02:35.21] Tryin' to kick some knowledge, nigga?\n[02:36.77] Save that garbage and come up out your pockets\n[02:38.53] Before money wasn't a thing, it grew on trees\n[02:41.08] Now my gat is in your mouth, you yellin' \"No Keith, please\"\n[02:43.42] I get another and another, a sister and a brother\n[02:45.94] Who love him, they mama love him, 'cause I damn sure don't love him\n[02:48.52] Run up on him like, \"Yo, who got the weed?\"\n[02:51.21] Up them thangs, nigga, give me that cheese\n[02:53.36] If you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain\n[02:55.96] I strongly encourage y'all to up them thangs\n[02:59.95] Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n[03:04.51] Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n[03:12.07] Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n[03:16.02] Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n[03:21.79] Yo, this is Matthew's, chapter five, verse forty-four\n[03:26.43] But I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you\n[03:30.32] Do good to them that hate you, and pray for them\n[03:33.07] Which despitefully use you and persecute you, peace\n[03:37.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up Them Thangs\n  artist: Erick Sermon\n  album: Music\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, gangsta, what the fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 4420\n  end_ms: 7570\n- text: Cadillac Tah, uh, E-Dub\n  start_ms: 7570\n  end_ms: 10320\n- text: This fuckin' beat is gangsta nigga, word, uh\n  start_ms: 10320\n  end_ms: 13560\n- text: Come on, uh, what up Murray?\n  start_ms: 13560\n  end_ms: 15700\n- text: Welcome home nigga, yeah\n  start_ms: 15700\n  end_ms: 17770\n- text: Let's lay it down nigga, gangsta style\n  start_ms: 17770\n  end_ms: 19740\n- text: Yeah, uh, come on, yeah\n  start_ms: 19740\n  end_ms: 20960\n- text: Yo, ayo, I be the bandit, make dough expand it\n  start_ms: 20960\n  end_ms: 24360\n- text: Army bags full, that flow mass 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(Up dem thangs)\n  Oh, y'all all got chains? (Up dem thangs)\n  Oh, y'all got diamond rings? (Up dem thangs)\n  Yo, y'all niggas know my name (Up dem thangs)\n  Oh, y'all niggas got Benji's? (Up dem thangs)\n  Oh, y'all niggas playin' games? (Up dem thangs)\n  Oh, y'all think shit is sweet? (Up dem thangs)\n  Man, we take it to the streets (Up dem thangs)\n\n  Listen young boy, this here ain't no game\n  You comin' around us, you gon' up them thangs\n  Rings, chains and watch and your ears, give me the rocks\n\n  We stickin' motherfuckers for they shoes and socks\n  You got Benji's? Up 'em, chains? Tuck 'em\n  Nah, I don't love 'em, get 'em, yeah fuck 'em\n  We supposed to be brothers, oh you\n  Tryin' to kick some knowledge, nigga?\n  Save that garbage and come up out your pockets\n  Before money wasn't a thing, it grew on trees\n\n  Now my gat is in your mouth, you yellin' \"No Keith, please\"\n  I get another and another, a sister and a brother\n  Who love him, they mama love him, 'cause I damn sure don't love him\n\n  Run up on him like, \"Yo, who got the weed?\"\n  Up them thangs, nigga, give me that cheese\n  If you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain\n  I strongly encourage y'all to up them thangs\n\n  Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n  Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n  Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n  Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n\n  Yo, this is Matthew's, chapter five, verse forty-four\n  But I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you\n  Do good to them that hate you, and pray for them\n  Which despitefully use you and persecute you, peace\n"},{"id":33288531,"name":"Up Them Thangs","trackName":"Up Them Thangs","artistName":"Erick Sermon, Keith Murray, Cadillac Tah","albumName":"Music","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, gangsta, what the fuck nigga\nCadillac Tah, uh, E-Dub\nThis fuckin' beat is gangsta nigga, word, uh\nCome on, uh, what up Murray?\nWelcome home nigga, yeah\nLet's lay it down nigga, gangsta style\nYeah, uh, come on, yeah\n\nYo, ayo, I be the bandit, make dough expand it\nArmy bags full, that flow mass transit\nCats can't stand it, oh God damn it\nInvade Earth like a UFO landed\nRolex is standard, you got cheese granted\n\nStill can't hang with the Green-Eyed Bandit\nYour chain's tampered, caught red-handed\nThey ask you to run your jewels and you ran it\nSmile, you want candy, fake thugs candid\nGot shot and screamed like Michael and Janet\nTape sounds skan'd-ed, b-boy slam it\nGots to play my tune 'cause radio demand it\nThis here's the real, hardcore steel\nBoogie Down Productions, KRS-One feel\n\nThat there's the deal, run, grab the steel\nSet b-boy stance and grab my deal\n\nYo, yo, watch and rings (Up dem thangs)\nAll your cheese (Up dem thangs)\nYour credit card (Up dem thangs)\nYeah, right now (Up dem thangs)\nYour car keys (Up dem thangs)\nThe accessories (Up dem thangs)\nCristal bottles (Up dem thangs)\nYeah, right now (Up dem thangs)\n\nYeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang with diamond clusters\nTuff City hustlers, y'all niggas is busters\nMr. Murder, AKA Cadillac Ann, rat-a-tat blam\nNiggas get shot for blue rocks, you not\nWillin' to die, so up dem thangs\nOr the bullets'll fly, touch yo' frame\nBelieve me it's nothin' man, spittin' lead from heat\nDog, it's my bread and meat, picture me starvin'\n\nGot a degree in robbin' kickin' in doors\nAnd runnin' in stores, boy I'm heartless\nGive you the whole cartridge, you look like a smart dude\nRelentless, so resistance ain't a smart move\nBlakka, blakka, let him have it for the carats\nSilly rabbit get nailed when the hammer swingin'\nChop your hand off and slide off your diamond ring and\nMy nigga Murray touch down, now it's time to bring it\n\nMotherfuckers (Up dem thangs)\n\nOh, y'all niggas flashin' dough? (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all all got chains? (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all got diamond rings? (Up dem thangs)\nYo, y'all niggas know my name (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all niggas got Benji's? (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all niggas playin' games? (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all think shit is sweet? (Up dem thangs)\nMan, we take it to the streets (Up dem thangs)\n\nListen young boy, this here ain't no game\nYou comin' around us, you gon' up them thangs\nRings, chains and watch and your ears, give me the rocks\n\nWe stickin' motherfuckers for they shoes and socks\nYou got Benji's? Up 'em, chains? 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Tuck 'em\n  Nah, I don't love 'em, get 'em, yeah fuck 'em\n  We supposed to be brothers, oh you\n  Tryin' to kick some knowledge, nigga?\n  Save that garbage and come up out your pockets\n  Before money wasn't a thing, it grew on trees\n\n  Now my gat is in your mouth, you yellin' \"No Keith, please\"\n  I get another and another, a sister and a brother\n  Who love him, they mama love him, 'cause I damn sure don't love him\n\n  Run up on him like, \"Yo, who got the weed?\"\n  Up them thangs, nigga, give me that cheese\n  If you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain\n  I strongly encourage y'all to up them thangs\n\n  Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n  Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n  Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n  Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n\n  Yo, this is Matthew's, chapter five, verse forty-four\n  But I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you\n  Do good to them that hate you, and pray for them\n  Which despitefully use you and persecute you, peace\n"},{"id":23448662,"name":"Up Them Thangs (feat. 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Welcome home nigga\nYeah, let's lay it down nigga, gangsta style\nYeah, uhh, see'mon, yeah\n[Erick Sermon]\nYo, aiyyo I be the bandit, make dough expand it\nArmy bag full that blow mass transit\nCats can't stand it, oh God damn it\ninvade earth like a UFO landed\nRolex or standard, you got cheese Grant-ed\nYou still can't hang with the Green Eyed Bandit\nYour chains tampered, caught red-handed\nThey asked you to run ya jewels and you ran it\nSmile you on candid, fake thugs canned it\nGot shot and +Scream+ed, like Michael and Janet\nTape SoundScanned it, be\t-boys slammed it\nGots to play my tune cause radio demand it\nThis here's the real, hardcore steel\nBoogie Down Production, KRS-One feel\nThat there's the deal, Ron grab the steel\nSet be\t-boy stance and grab my deallz\n[Chorus: Erick Sermon]\nYo yo watch 'em rings (up dem thangs)\nOr your cheese (up dem thangs)\nYour credit cards (up dem thangs)\nYeah right now (up dem thangs)\nYour car keys (up dem thangs)\nThe accesories (up dem thangs)\nCristal bottles (up dem thangs)\nYeah right now (up dem thangs)\n[Cadillac Tah]\nYeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang\nwith diamond clusters - POV CITY HUSTLERS!\nwhy'all niggaz is busters, Mr. Murder\nA.K.A. Cadillac and rat-a-tat BLAM!\nNiggaz be shot for blue rocks, you not\nwillin to die so UP, DEM, THANGS\nOr the bullets'll fly TOUCH, YO, FRAME\nBelieve me it's nuttin mayn, spittin lead from heat dogg\nThis my bread and meat, picture me starvin\nGot a degree in robbin, kickin in doors and runnin\nin stores boy I'm heartless give you the whole cartridge\nYou look like a smart dude, relentless\nSo resistance ain't a smart move, BLUKA BLUKA!\nLet 'em have it for the karats silly rabbit get nailed\nWhen the hammer swingin\nChop your hand off and sawed off your diamond ring\nan' my nigga Murray touch down on it, time to push it\n[Chorus: Keith Murray]\nOh why'all niggaz flashin dough? (up dem thangs)\nOh why'all all got chains? (up dem thangs)\nOh why'all got diamond rings? (up dem thangs)\nYo why'all niggaz know my name (up dem thangs)\nOh why'all niggaz got benji's (up dem thangs)\nOh why'all niggaz playin games? (up dem thangs)\nOh why'all think shit is sweet? (up dem thangs)\nMan we take it to the streets (up dem thangs)\n[Keith Murray]\nListen young boy this here ain't no game\nYou comin around us you gon' up them thangs\nRings chains and watch, and your ears give me the rocks\nWe stickin motherfuckers for they shoes and socks\nYou got Benji's? Up 'em - chains? Tuck 'em\nNah, I don't love 'em - get 'em, yeah fuck 'em\nWe supposed to be brothers - oh you tryin to kick some knowledge nigga?\nSave that garbage and come up out your pockets\nBefore money wasn't a thang, it grew on trees\nNow my gat is in your mouth you yellin, \"No Keith please!\"\nI get another and another, a sister and a brother\nWho love 'em they momma love 'em cause I damn sure don't love 'em\nRun up on 'em like - yo, who got the weed?\nUP DEM THANGS nigga gimme dat cheese!\nIf you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain\nI strongly encourage why'all to up dem thangs\n(up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs)\n(up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up Them Thangs (feat. Keith Murray & Cadillac Tah)\n  artist: Erick Sermon\n  album: Music\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: \"That's hot (crazy)\\n[Cadillac Tah]\\nYeahh, gangsta! What the fuck nigga?\\nCadillac Tah, uhh\\nE-Dub - this fuckin beat is gangsta nigga\\nWord, uhh, see'mon, uhh\\nWhattup Murray? Welcome home nigga\\nYeah, let's lay it down nigga, gangsta style\\nYeah, uhh, see'mon, yeah\\n[Erick Sermon]\\nYo, aiyyo I be the bandit, make dough expand it\\nArmy bag full that blow mass transit\\nCats can't stand it, oh God damn it\\ninvade earth like a UFO landed\\nRolex or standard, you got cheese Grant-ed\\nYou still can't hang with the Green Eyed Bandit\\nYour chains tampered, caught red-handed\\nThey asked you to run ya jewels and you ran it\\nSmile you on candid, fake thugs canned it\\nGot shot and +Scream+ed, like Michael and Janet\\nTape SoundScanned it, be\\t-boys slammed it\\nGots to play my tune cause radio demand it\\nThis here's the real, hardcore steel\\nBoogie Down Production, KRS-One feel\\nThat there's the deal, Ron grab the steel\\nSet be\\t-boy stance and grab my deallz\\n[Chorus: Erick Sermon]\\nYo yo watch 'em rings (up dem thangs)\\nOr your cheese (up dem thangs)\\nYour credit cards (up dem thangs)\\nYeah right now (up dem thangs)\\nYour car keys (up dem thangs)\\nThe accesories (up dem thangs)\\nCristal bottles (up dem thangs)\\nYeah right now (up dem thangs)\\n[Cadillac Tah]\\nYeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang\\nwith diamond clusters - POV CITY HUSTLERS!\\nwhy'all niggaz is busters, Mr. Murder\\nA.K.A. Cadillac and rat-a-tat BLAM!\\nNiggaz be shot for blue rocks, you not\\nwillin to die so UP, DEM, THANGS\\nOr the bullets'll fly TOUCH, YO, FRAME\\nBelieve me it's nuttin mayn, spittin lead from heat dogg\\nThis my bread and meat, picture me starvin\\nGot a degree in robbin, kickin in doors and runnin\\nin stores boy I'm heartless give you the whole cartridge\\nYou look like a smart dude, relentless\\nSo resistance ain't a smart move, BLUKA BLUKA!\\nLet 'em have it for the karats silly rabbit get nailed\\nWhen the hammer swingin\\nChop your hand off and sawed off your diamond ring\\nan' my nigga Murray touch down on it, time to push it\\n[Chorus: Keith Murray]\\nOh why'all niggaz flashin dough? (up dem thangs)\\nOh why'all all got chains? (up dem thangs)\\nOh why'all got diamond rings? (up dem thangs)\\nYo why'all niggaz know my name (up dem thangs)\\nOh why'all niggaz got benji's (up dem thangs)\\nOh why'all niggaz playin games? (up dem thangs)\\nOh why'all think shit is sweet? (up dem thangs)\\nMan we take it to the streets (up dem thangs)\\n[Keith Murray]\\nListen young boy this here ain't no game\\nYou comin around us you gon' up them thangs\\nRings chains and watch, and your ears give me the rocks\\nWe stickin motherfuckers for they shoes and socks\\nYou got Benji's? Up 'em - chains? Tuck 'em\\nNah, I don't love 'em - get 'em, yeah fuck 'em\\nWe supposed to be brothers - oh you tryin to kick some knowledge nigga?\\nSave that garbage and come up out your pockets\\nBefore money wasn't a thang, it grew on trees\\nNow my gat is in your mouth you yellin, \\\"No Keith please!\\\"\\nI get another and another, a sister and a brother\\nWho love 'em they momma love 'em cause I damn sure don't love 'em\\nRun up on 'em like - yo, who got the weed?\\nUP DEM THANGS nigga gimme dat cheese!\\nIf you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain\\nI strongly encourage why'all to up dem thangs\\n(up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs)\\n(up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs)\"\n"},{"id":33472694,"name":"Up Them Thangs","trackName":"Up Them Thangs","artistName":"Erick Sermon feat. 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(Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all all got chains? (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all got diamond rings? (Up dem thangs)\nYo, y'all niggas know my name (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all niggas got Benji's? (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all niggas playin' games? (Up dem thangs)\nOh, y'all think shit is sweet? (Up dem thangs)\nMan, we take it to the streets (Up dem thangs)\n\nListen young boy, this here ain't no game\nYou comin' around us, you gon' up them thangs\nRings, chains and watch and your ears, give me the rocks\n\nWe stickin' motherfuckers for they shoes and socks\nYou got Benji's? Up 'em, chains? Tuck 'em\nNah, I don't love 'em, get 'em, yeah fuck 'em\nWe supposed to be brothers, oh you\nTryin' to kick some knowledge, nigga?\nSave that garbage and come up out your pockets\nBefore money wasn't a thing, it grew on trees\n\nNow my gat is in your mouth, you yellin' \"No Keith, please\"\nI get another and another, a sister and a brother\nWho love him, they mama love him, 'cause I damn sure don't love him\n\nRun up on him like, \"Yo, who got the weed?\"\nUp them thangs, nigga, give me that cheese\nIf you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain\nI strongly encourage y'all to up them thangs\n\nUp dem thangs, up dem thangs\nUp dem thangs, up dem thangs\nUp dem thangs, up dem thangs\nUp dem thangs, up dem thangs\n\nYo, this is Matthew's, chapter five, verse forty-four\nBut I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you\nDo good to them that hate you, and pray for them\nWhich despitefully use you and persecute you, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.42] Yeah, gangsta, what the fuck nigga\n[00:07.57] Cadillac Tah, uh, E-Dub\n[00:10.32] This fuckin' beat is gangsta nigga, word, uh\n[00:13.56] Come on, uh, what up Murray?\n[00:15.70] Welcome home nigga, yeah\n[00:17.77] Let's lay it down nigga, gangsta style\n[00:19.74] Yeah, uh, come on, yeah\n[00:20.96] Yo, ayo, I be the bandit, make dough expand it\n[00:24.36] Army bags full, that flow mass transit\n[00:26.81] Cats can't stand it, oh God damn it\n[00:29.39] Invade Earth like a UFO landed\n[00:31.63] Rolex is standard, you got cheese granted\n[00:34.12] Still can't hang with the Green-Eyed Bandit\n[00:36.57] Your chain's tampered, caught red-handed\n[00:38.82] They ask you to run your jewels and you ran it\n[00:41.43] Smile, you want candy, fake thugs candid\n[00:43.94] Got shot and screamed like Michael and Janet\n[00:46.33] Tape sounds skan'd-ed, b-boy slam it\n[00:48.79] Gots to play my tune 'cause radio demand it\n[00:51.29] This here's the real, hardcore steel\n[00:53.69] Boogie Down Productions, KRS-One feel\n[00:56.16] That there's the deal, run, grab the steel\n[00:58.56] Set b-boy stance and grab my deal\n[01:01.03] Yo, yo, watch and rings (Up dem thangs)\n[01:03.64] All your cheese (Up dem thangs)\n[01:05.94] Your credit card (Up dem thangs)\n[01:08.42] Yeah, right now (Up dem thangs)\n[01:10.87] Your car keys (Up dem thangs)\n[01:13.38] The accessories (Up dem thangs)\n[01:15.70] Cristal bottles (Up dem thangs)\n[01:18.24] Yeah, right now (Up dem thangs)\n[01:20.20] Yeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang with diamond clusters\n[01:24.27] Tuff City hustlers, y'all niggas is busters\n[01:26.66] Mr. Murder, AKA Cadillac Ann, rat-a-tat blam\n[01:30.17] Niggas get shot for blue rocks, you not\n[01:32.57] Willin' to die, so up dem thangs\n[01:34.63] Or the bullets'll fly, touch yo' frame\n[01:37.10] Believe me it's nothin' man, spittin' lead from heat\n[01:39.53] Dog, it's my bread and meat, picture me starvin'\n[01:42.30] Got a degree in robbin' kickin' in doors\n[01:44.42] And runnin' in stores, boy I'm heartless\n[01:46.13] Give you the whole cartridge, you look like a smart dude\n[01:48.94] Relentless, so resistance ain't a smart move\n[01:51.14] Blakka, blakka, let him have it for the carats\n[01:53.31] Silly rabbit get nailed when the hammer swingin'\n[01:55.76] Chop your hand off and slide off your diamond ring and\n[01:58.08] My nigga Murray touch down, now it's time to bring it\n[02:00.76] Motherfuckers (Up dem thangs)\n[02:01.99] Oh, y'all niggas flashin' dough? (Up dem thangs)\n[02:02.17] Oh, y'all all got chains? (Up dem thangs)\n[02:04.35] Oh, y'all got diamond rings? (Up dem thangs)\n[02:06.78] Yo, y'all niggas know my name (Up dem thangs)\n[02:09.24] Oh, y'all niggas got Benji's? (Up dem thangs)\n[02:11.72] Oh, y'all niggas playin' games? (Up dem thangs)\n[02:14.12] Oh, y'all think shit is sweet? (Up dem thangs)\n[02:16.68] Man, we take it to the streets (Up dem thangs)\n[02:19.37] Listen young boy, this here ain't no game\n[02:21.65] You comin' around us, you gon' up them thangs\n[02:24.16] Rings, chains and watch and your ears, give me the rocks\n[02:26.46] We stickin' motherfuckers for they shoes and socks\n[02:28.64] You got Benji's? Up 'em, chains? 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(Up dem thangs)\n  start_ms: 121990\n  end_ms: 122170\n- text: Oh, y'all all got chains? (Up dem thangs)\n  start_ms: 122170\n  end_ms: 124350\n- text: Oh, y'all got diamond rings? (Up dem thangs)\n  start_ms: 124350\n  end_ms: 126780\n- text: Yo, y'all niggas know my name (Up dem thangs)\n  start_ms: 126780\n  end_ms: 129240\n- text: Oh, y'all niggas got Benji's? (Up dem thangs)\n  start_ms: 129240\n  end_ms: 131720\n- text: Oh, y'all niggas playin' games? (Up dem thangs)\n  start_ms: 131720\n  end_ms: 134120\n- text: Oh, y'all think shit is sweet? (Up dem thangs)\n  start_ms: 134120\n  end_ms: 136680\n- text: Man, we take it to the streets (Up dem thangs)\n  start_ms: 136680\n  end_ms: 139370\n- text: Listen young boy, this here ain't no game\n  start_ms: 139370\n  end_ms: 141650\n- text: You comin' around us, you gon' up them thangs\n  start_ms: 141650\n  end_ms: 144160\n- text: Rings, chains and watch and your ears, give me the rocks\n  start_ms: 144160\n  end_ms: 146460\n- text: We stickin' motherfuckers for they shoes and socks\n  start_ms: 146460\n  end_ms: 148640\n- text: You got Benji's? Up 'em, chains? Tuck 'em\n  start_ms: 148640\n  end_ms: 151410\n- text: Nah, I don't love 'em, get 'em, yeah fuck 'em\n  start_ms: 151410\n  end_ms: 153760\n- text: We supposed to be brothers, oh you\n  start_ms: 153760\n  end_ms: 155210\n- text: Tryin' to kick some knowledge, nigga?\n  start_ms: 155210\n  end_ms: 156770\n- text: Save that garbage and come up out your pockets\n  start_ms: 156770\n  end_ms: 158530\n- text: Before money wasn't a thing, it grew on trees\n  start_ms: 158530\n  end_ms: 161080\n- text: Now my gat is in your mouth, you yellin' \"No Keith, please\"\n  start_ms: 161080\n  end_ms: 163420\n- text: I get another and another, a sister and a brother\n  start_ms: 163420\n  end_ms: 165940\n- text: Who love him, they mama love him, 'cause I damn sure don't love him\n  start_ms: 165940\n  end_ms: 168520\n- text: Run up on him like, \"Yo, who got the weed?\"\n  start_ms: 168520\n  end_ms: 171210\n- text: Up them thangs, nigga, give me that cheese\n  start_ms: 171210\n  end_ms: 173360\n- text: If you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain\n  start_ms: 173360\n  end_ms: 175960\n- text: I strongly encourage y'all to up them thangs\n  start_ms: 175960\n  end_ms: 179950\n- text: Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n  start_ms: 179950\n  end_ms: 184510\n- text: Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n  start_ms: 184510\n  end_ms: 192070\n- text: Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n  start_ms: 192070\n  end_ms: 196020\n- text: Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n  start_ms: 196020\n  end_ms: 201790\n- text: Yo, this is Matthew's, chapter five, verse forty-four\n  start_ms: 201790\n  end_ms: 206430\n- text: But I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you\n  start_ms: 206430\n  end_ms: 210320\n- text: Do good to them that hate you, and pray for them\n  start_ms: 210320\n  end_ms: 213070\n- text: Which despitefully use you and persecute you, peace\n  start_ms: 213070\n  end_ms: 217470\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217470\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, gangsta, what the fuck nigga\n  Cadillac Tah, uh, E-Dub\n  This fuckin' beat is gangsta nigga, word, uh\n  Come on, uh, what up Murray?\n  Welcome home nigga, yeah\n  Let's lay it down nigga, gangsta style\n  Yeah, uh, come on, yeah\n\n  Yo, ayo, I be the bandit, make dough expand it\n  Army bags full, that flow mass transit\n  Cats can't stand it, oh God damn it\n  Invade Earth like a UFO landed\n  Rolex is standard, you got cheese granted\n\n  Still can't hang with the Green-Eyed Bandit\n  Your chain's tampered, caught red-handed\n  They ask you to run your jewels and you ran it\n  Smile, you want candy, fake thugs candid\n  Got shot and screamed like Michael and Janet\n  Tape sounds skan'd-ed, b-boy slam it\n  Gots to play my tune 'cause radio demand it\n  This here's the real, hardcore steel\n  Boogie Down Productions, KRS-One feel\n\n  That there's the deal, run, grab the steel\n  Set b-boy stance and grab my deal\n\n  Yo, yo, watch and rings (Up dem thangs)\n  All your cheese (Up dem thangs)\n  Your credit card (Up dem thangs)\n  Yeah, right now (Up dem thangs)\n  Your car keys (Up dem thangs)\n  The accessories (Up dem thangs)\n  Cristal bottles (Up dem thangs)\n  Yeah, right now (Up dem thangs)\n\n  Yeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang with diamond clusters\n  Tuff City hustlers, y'all niggas is busters\n  Mr. Murder, AKA Cadillac Ann, rat-a-tat blam\n  Niggas get shot for blue rocks, you not\n  Willin' to die, so up dem thangs\n  Or the bullets'll fly, touch yo' frame\n  Believe me it's nothin' man, spittin' lead from heat\n  Dog, it's my bread and meat, picture me starvin'\n\n  Got a degree in robbin' kickin' in doors\n  And runnin' in stores, boy I'm heartless\n  Give you the whole cartridge, you look like a smart dude\n  Relentless, so resistance ain't a smart move\n  Blakka, blakka, let him have it for the carats\n  Silly rabbit get nailed when the hammer swingin'\n  Chop your hand off and slide off your diamond ring and\n  My nigga Murray touch down, now it's time to bring it\n\n  Motherfuckers (Up dem thangs)\n\n  Oh, y'all niggas flashin' dough? (Up dem thangs)\n  Oh, y'all all got chains? (Up dem thangs)\n  Oh, y'all got diamond rings? (Up dem thangs)\n  Yo, y'all niggas know my name (Up dem thangs)\n  Oh, y'all niggas got Benji's? (Up dem thangs)\n  Oh, y'all niggas playin' games? (Up dem thangs)\n  Oh, y'all think shit is sweet? (Up dem thangs)\n  Man, we take it to the streets (Up dem thangs)\n\n  Listen young boy, this here ain't no game\n  You comin' around us, you gon' up them thangs\n  Rings, chains and watch and your ears, give me the rocks\n\n  We stickin' motherfuckers for they shoes and socks\n  You got Benji's? Up 'em, chains? Tuck 'em\n  Nah, I don't love 'em, get 'em, yeah fuck 'em\n  We supposed to be brothers, oh you\n  Tryin' to kick some knowledge, nigga?\n  Save that garbage and come up out your pockets\n  Before money wasn't a thing, it grew on trees\n\n  Now my gat is in your mouth, you yellin' \"No Keith, please\"\n  I get another and another, a sister and a brother\n  Who love him, they mama love him, 'cause I damn sure don't love him\n\n  Run up on him like, \"Yo, who got the weed?\"\n  Up them thangs, nigga, give me that cheese\n  If you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain\n  I strongly encourage y'all to up them thangs\n\n  Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n  Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n  Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n  Up dem thangs, up dem thangs\n\n  Yo, this is Matthew's, chapter five, verse forty-four\n  But I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you\n  Do good to them that hate you, and pray for them\n  Which despitefully use you and persecute you, peace\n"}]