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I swear I won't open my mouth\n(I weigh a bag on the triple-beam scale)\nI'm all kushed out, coke under my (fingernail)\nMy uncle been playin' with that powder, and I can tell\nYou know that crack smell, and he lookin' all frail\nMy sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell\nNow the feds on her trail\nI just got the email\nShit crazy, but I'm still cookin' up babies\nin' up my niggas daily with this dope\nGet out and get some, nigga\nCan't pay me if you broke, no\nLet a nigga hang himself - just give him enough rope\nI get it fresh out the boat\n\nI put my coke on a digital scale\nI put my weed on a digital scale\nI put my dope on a digital scale\nIt's time to re-up what my scale read\n\nNumbers don't lie; scales don't either\nEvery time you out, fiends wanna reach ya\nOut with some bitches, fiends wanna call\nIn the club with my niggas, fiends wanna call\nWhen I'm waitin' on them, man they never call\nThe life of a hustler in a nutshell\nG-5 eatin' snakes, soup and raw fish\nSnakes see the Ray Phantom off of raw fish\nMy main bitch is like Bonnie Parker\nMy side bitch is like Clyde Barrow\nThey start to shoot you up shit's creek without a paddle\n\nThey roll up and smoke you like Kumar and Harold\nCatch 'em in the whip like Caine cousin, Harold\nMy nigga flippin' on his P.O. cause he can't travel\nYou owe me, I take your child for collateral\nGun wave, hello\nShots echo\nWon't save money - switch to Gekko\nYou known from the get-go\nI ain't 'bout to let nobody play with my green\nWhen they coward belly yellow\nPolka-dot carbine on your chest, screamin' \"hold on\"\nHold on\nYou see my face and let go\nI'm from the N.O.; better check the death toll\nYou was playin' Casanova\nCookin' bitches casserole\nI was on the ave with O's, me and red taggin' toes\nOn the Greyhound bus\nPounds in my baggy clothes\nHuh\n\nI put my coke on a digital scale\nI put my weed on a digital scale\nI put my dope on a digital scale\nIt's time to re-up what my scale read","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.80] I put my coke on a digital scale\n[00:06.62] I put my weed on a digital scale\n[00:09.33] I put my dope on a digital scale\n[00:12.18] It's time to re-up what my scale read\n[00:25.77] We got eightballs, sevens, fourteens, and Oz's\n[00:28.45] Sixty-two eights of that raw, imported keys\n[00:31.29] Half of chicken whole chicken\n[00:32.93] Niggas got to cop 'n' go, yo\n[00:35.37] I said you niggas got to cop 'n' go\n[00:37.26] This is like fast food, nigga\n[00:38.55] May I take your order?\n[00:39.83] I require nothin' cookin' but bakin' soda 'n' water - ice, cold\n[00:44.15] That's crack inside that Pyrex\n[00:45.64] We get the work, then move the work\n[00:47.10] The pressure we apply next\n[00:48.76] Every now and then, a nigga set-trip\n[00:51.37] I8 BMW; I'm electric\n[00:54.21] Keep that hammer around me in case shit get hectic\n[00:56.98] Shit pop off when I'm rhymin', I protect it\n[00:59.45] Fuck around\n[01:01.21] I put my coke on a digital scale\n[01:04.03] I put my weed on a digital scale\n[01:06.81] I put my dope on a digital scale\n[01:09.38] It's time to re-up what my scale read\n[01:19.99] Hand me that plastic bag right there, Yayo\n[01:22.89] Baggin' up half a brick\n[01:24.29] My lawyer sittin' on the couch\n[01:26.02] He said it's cool, Buck; I swear I won't open my mouth\n[01:28.53] (I weigh a bag on the triple-beam scale)\n[01:31.18] I'm all kushed out, coke under my (fingernail)\n[01:34.05] My uncle been playin' with that powder, and I can tell\n[01:36.74] You know that crack smell, and he lookin' all frail\n[01:39.50] My sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell\n[01:42.49] Now the feds on her trail\n[01:43.92] I just got the email\n[01:45.48] Shit crazy, but I'm still cookin' up babies\n[01:48.25] in' up my niggas daily with this dope\n[01:50.42] Get out and get some, nigga\n[01:51.91] Can't pay me if you broke, no\n[01:53.62] Let a nigga hang himself - just give him enough rope\n[01:56.19] I get it fresh out the boat\n[01:57.67] I put my coke on a digital scale\n[02:00.95] I put my weed on a digital scale\n[02:03.84] I put my dope on a digital scale\n[02:06.51] It's time to re-up what my scale read\n[02:20.45] Numbers don't lie; 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better check the death toll\n[03:19.95] You was playin' Casanova\n[03:21.47] Cookin' bitches casserole\n[03:23.02] I was on the ave with O's, me and red taggin' toes\n[03:25.71] On the Greyhound bus\n[03:27.21] Pounds in my baggy clothes\n[03:28.74] Huh\n[03:30.06] I put my coke on a digital scale\n[03:32.42] I put my weed on a digital scale\n[03:35.12] I put my dope on a digital scale\n[03:37.73] It's time to re-up what my scale read\n[03:40.81] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Digital Scale\n  artist: G - Unit\n  album: Unit\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I put my coke on a digital scale\n  start_ms: 3800\n  end_ms: 6620\n- text: I put my weed on a digital scale\n  start_ms: 6620\n  end_ms: 9330\n- text: I put my dope on a digital scale\n  start_ms: 9330\n  end_ms: 12180\n- text: It's time to re-up what my scale read\n  start_ms: 12180\n  end_ms: 25770\n- text: We got eightballs, sevens, fourteens, and Oz's\n  start_ms: 25770\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Sixty-two eights of that raw, imported keys\n  start_ms: 28450\n  end_ms: 31290\n- text: Half of chicken whole chicken\n  start_ms: 31290\n  end_ms: 32930\n- text: Niggas got to cop 'n' go, yo\n  start_ms: 32930\n  end_ms: 35370\n- text: I said you niggas got to cop 'n' go\n  start_ms: 35370\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: This is like fast food, nigga\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38550\n- text: May I take your order?\n  start_ms: 38550\n  end_ms: 39830\n- text: I require nothin' cookin' but bakin' soda 'n' water - ice, cold\n  start_ms: 39830\n  end_ms: 44150\n- text: That's crack inside that Pyrex\n  start_ms: 44150\n  end_ms: 45640\n- text: We get the work, then move the work\n  start_ms: 45640\n  end_ms: 47100\n- text: The pressure we apply next\n  start_ms: 47100\n  end_ms: 48760\n- text: Every now and then, a nigga set-trip\n  start_ms: 48760\n  end_ms: 51370\n- text: I8 BMW; 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I'm electric\n  Keep that hammer around me in case shit get hectic\n  Shit pop off when I'm rhymin', I protect it\n  Fuck around\n\n  I put my coke on a digital scale\n  I put my weed on a digital scale\n  I put my dope on a digital scale\n  It's time to re-up what my scale read\n\n  Hand me that plastic bag right there, Yayo\n  Baggin' up half a brick\n  My lawyer sittin' on the couch\n  He said it's cool, Buck; I swear I won't open my mouth\n  (I weigh a bag on the triple-beam scale)\n  I'm all kushed out, coke under my (fingernail)\n  My uncle been playin' with that powder, and I can tell\n  You know that crack smell, and he lookin' all frail\n  My sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell\n  Now the feds on her trail\n  I just got the email\n  Shit crazy, but I'm still cookin' up babies\n  in' up my niggas daily with this dope\n  Get out and get some, nigga\n  Can't pay me if you broke, no\n  Let a nigga hang himself - just give him enough rope\n  I get it fresh out the boat\n\n  I put my coke on a digital scale\n  I put my weed on a digital scale\n  I put my dope on a digital scale\n  It's time to re-up what my scale read\n\n  Numbers don't lie; 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I'm electric\nKeep that hammer around me in case shit get hectic\nShit pop off when I'm rhymin', I protect it\nFuck around\n\nI put my coke on a digital scale\nI put my weed on a digital scale\nI put my dope on a digital scale\nIt's time to re-up what my scale read\n\nHand me that plastic bag right there, Yayo\nBaggin' up half a brick\nMy lawyer sittin' on the couch\nHe said it's cool, Buck; I swear I won't open my mouth\n(I weigh a bag on the triple-beam scale)\nI'm all kushed out, coke under my (fingernail)\nMy uncle been playin' with that powder, and I can tell\nYou know that crack smell, and he lookin' all frail\nMy sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell\nNow the feds on her trail\nI just got the email\nShit crazy, but I'm still cookin' up babies\nin' up my niggas daily with this dope\nGet out and get some, nigga\nCan't pay me if you broke, no\nLet a nigga hang himself - just give him enough rope\nI get it fresh out the boat\n\nI put my coke on a digital scale\nI put my weed on a digital scale\nI put my dope on a digital scale\nIt's time to re-up what my scale read\n\nNumbers don't lie; 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better check the death toll\n  start_ms: 197450\n  end_ms: 199950\n- text: You was playin' Casanova\n  start_ms: 199950\n  end_ms: 201470\n- text: Cookin' bitches casserole\n  start_ms: 201470\n  end_ms: 203020\n- text: I was on the ave with O's, me and red taggin' toes\n  start_ms: 203020\n  end_ms: 205710\n- text: On the Greyhound bus\n  start_ms: 205710\n  end_ms: 207210\n- text: Pounds in my baggy clothes\n  start_ms: 207210\n  end_ms: 208740\n- text: Huh\n  start_ms: 208740\n  end_ms: 210060\n- text: I put my coke on a digital scale\n  start_ms: 210060\n  end_ms: 212420\n- text: I put my weed on a digital scale\n  start_ms: 212420\n  end_ms: 215120\n- text: I put my dope on a digital scale\n  start_ms: 215120\n  end_ms: 217730\n- text: It's time to re-up what my scale read\n  start_ms: 217730\n  end_ms: 220810\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 220810\nplain: |-\n  I put my coke on a digital scale\n  I put my weed on a digital scale\n  I put my dope on a digital scale\n  It's time to re-up what my scale read\n\n  We got eightballs, sevens, fourteens, and Oz's\n  Sixty-two eights of that raw, imported keys\n  Half of chicken whole chicken\n  Niggas got to cop 'n' go, yo\n  I said you niggas got to cop 'n' go\n  This is like fast food, nigga\n  May I take your order?\n  I require nothin' cookin' but bakin' soda 'n' water - ice, cold\n  That's crack inside that Pyrex\n  We get the work, then move the work\n  The pressure we apply next\n  Every now and then, a nigga set-trip\n  I8 BMW; I'm electric\n  Keep that hammer around me in case shit get hectic\n  Shit pop off when I'm rhymin', I protect it\n  Fuck around\n\n  I put my coke on a digital scale\n  I put my weed on a digital scale\n  I put my dope on a digital scale\n  It's time to re-up what my scale read\n\n  Hand me that plastic bag right there, Yayo\n  Baggin' up half a brick\n  My lawyer sittin' on the couch\n  He said it's cool, Buck; I swear I won't open my mouth\n  (I weigh a bag on the triple-beam scale)\n  I'm all kushed out, coke under my (fingernail)\n  My uncle been playin' with that powder, and I can tell\n  You know that crack smell, and he lookin' all frail\n  My sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell\n  Now the feds on her trail\n  I just got the email\n  Shit crazy, but I'm still cookin' up babies\n  in' up my niggas daily with this dope\n  Get out and get some, nigga\n  Can't pay me if you broke, no\n  Let a nigga hang himself - just give him enough rope\n  I get it fresh out the boat\n\n  I put my coke on a digital scale\n  I put my weed on a digital scale\n  I put my dope on a digital scale\n  It's time to re-up what my scale read\n\n  Numbers don't lie; scales don't either\n  Every time you out, fiends wanna reach ya\n  Out with some bitches, fiends wanna call\n  In the club with my niggas, fiends wanna call\n  When I'm waitin' on them, man they never call\n  The life of a hustler in a nutshell\n  G-5 eatin' snakes, soup and raw fish\n  Snakes see the Ray Phantom off of raw fish\n  My main bitch is like Bonnie Parker\n  My side bitch is like Clyde Barrow\n  They start to shoot you up shit's creek without a paddle\n\n  They roll up and smoke you like Kumar and Harold\n  Catch 'em in the whip like Caine cousin, Harold\n  My nigga flippin' on his P.O. cause he can't travel\n  You owe me, I take your child for collateral\n  Gun wave, hello\n  Shots echo\n  Won't save money - switch to Gekko\n  You known from the get-go\n  I ain't 'bout to let nobody play with my green\n  When they coward belly yellow\n  Polka-dot carbine on your chest, screamin' \"hold on\"\n  Hold on\n  You see my face and let go\n  I'm from the N.O.; better check the death toll\n  You was playin' Casanova\n  Cookin' bitches casserole\n  I was on the ave with O's, me and red taggin' toes\n  On the Greyhound bus\n  Pounds in my baggy clothes\n  Huh\n\n  I put my coke on a digital scale\n  I put my weed on a digital scale\n  I put my dope on a digital scale\n  It's time to re-up what my scale read\n"}]