[{"id":32764999,"name":"Robbery (ShadyBlock.com)","trackName":"Robbery (ShadyBlock.com)","artistName":"G-Unit","albumName":"G Unit Radio 14","duration":51.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This very necessary, very legendary... 50\nIf I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\nNiggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\nEnd up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\nNigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\nI done told ya one time, but for the last time\nDon't make me put ya brains on the floor\nThis is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\nBuck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\nP, What we got?\n\n10 g's, you gotta be more\nthese nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\nBitch, one more time, you move on the floor,\nand Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\nMan, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\nSpider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\nremind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\nD-tay and fox, billy and fame\ngot us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\nFirst there's one shot, then two shots\nand ya laid out on the floor\nya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\nand they view yo ass in the morgue\nmaybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\nand this shit won't happen again\nCome stunt through my hood, like its all good\nand we runnin up in ya crib\nSouthside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me (Haha)\nIt's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london!(Haha)\nI'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\nknow what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\nyou know? a lot of funny shits been goin on in\nand its been killin me, not to kill you (Haha)\nI'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\ni woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me.\nYa'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch,\ngod damn nigga! thats why u aint neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\nnot kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Robbery (ShadyBlock.com)\n  artist: G-Unit\n  album: G Unit Radio 14\n  duration_ms: 51000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This very necessary, very legendary... 50\n  If I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\n  Niggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\n  End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\n  Nigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\n  I done told ya one time, but for the last time\n  Don't make me put ya brains on the floor\n  This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\n  Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\n  P, What we got?\n\n  10 g's, you gotta be more\n  these nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\n  Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor,\n  and Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\n  Man, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n  50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\n  Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\n  remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\n  D-tay and fox, billy and fame\n  got us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\n  First there's one shot, then two shots\n  and ya laid out on the floor\n  ya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\n  and they view yo ass in the morgue\n  maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\n  and this shit won't happen again\n  Come stunt through my hood, like its all good\n  and we runnin up in ya crib\n  Southside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me (Haha)\n  It's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london!(Haha)\n  I'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\n  know what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\n  you know? a lot of funny shits been goin on in\n  and its been killin me, not to kill you (Haha)\n  I'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\n  i woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me.\n  Ya'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch,\n  god damn nigga! thats why u aint neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\n  not kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!\n"},{"id":31852774,"name":"Robbery","trackName":"Robbery","artistName":"50 Cent, G-Unit","albumName":"The Complete G-Unit","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This very necessary, very legendary... 50\nIf I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\nNiggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\nEnd up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\nNigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\nI done told ya one time, but for the last time\nDon't make me put ya brains on the floor\n\nThis is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\nBuck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\nP, What we got?\n\n10 g's, you gotta be more\nThese nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\nBitch, one more time, you move on the floor\nAnd Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\nMan, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\nSpider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\nRemind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\nD-tay and fox, billy and fame\nGot us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\nFirst there's one shot, then two shots\nAnd ya laid out on the floor\nYa bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\nAnd they view yo ass in the morgue\nMaybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\nAnd this shit won't happen again\nCome stunt through my hood, like its all good\nAnd we runnin up in ya crib\n\nSouthside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me, HAHA\nIt's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london! HAHA\nI'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\nKnow what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\nYou know? a lot of funny shits been goin\non in and its been killin me, not to kill you\nI'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\ni woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me\nYa'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch\nGod damn nigga! thats why u ain't neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\nNot kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Robbery\n  artist: 50 Cent, G-Unit\n  album: The Complete G-Unit\n  duration_ms: 160000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This very necessary, very legendary... 50\n  If I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\n  Niggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\n  End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\n  Nigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\n  I done told ya one time, but for the last time\n  Don't make me put ya brains on the floor\n\n  This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\n  Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\n  P, What we got?\n\n  10 g's, you gotta be more\n  These nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\n  Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor\n  And Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\n  Man, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n  50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\n  Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\n  Remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\n  D-tay and fox, billy and fame\n  Got us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\n  First there's one shot, then two shots\n  And ya laid out on the floor\n  Ya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\n  And they view yo ass in the morgue\n  Maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\n  And this shit won't happen again\n  Come stunt through my hood, like its all good\n  And we runnin up in ya crib\n\n  Southside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me, HAHA\n  It's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london! HAHA\n  I'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\n  Know what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\n  You know? a lot of funny shits been goin\n  on in and its been killin me, not to kill you\n  I'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\n  i woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me\n  Ya'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch\n  God damn nigga! thats why u ain't neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\n  Not kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!\n"},{"id":16162535,"name":"Robbery","trackName":"Robbery","artistName":"50 Cent & G‐Unit","albumName":"The Complete G‐Unit","duration":51.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This very necessary, very legendary... 50\nIf I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\nNiggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\nEnd up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\nNigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\nI done told ya one time, but for the last time\nDon't make me put ya brains on the floor\n\nThis is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\nBuck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\nP, What we got?\n\n10 g's, you gotta be more\nThese nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\nBitch, one more time, you move on the floor\nAnd Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\nMan, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\nSpider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\nRemind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\nD-tay and fox, billy and fame\nGot us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\nFirst there's one shot, then two shots\nAnd ya laid out on the floor\nYa bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\nAnd they view yo ass in the morgue\nMaybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\nAnd this shit won't happen again\nCome stunt through my hood, like its all good\nAnd we runnin up in ya crib\n\nSouthside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me, HAHA\nIt's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london! HAHA\nI'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\nKnow what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\nYou know? a lot of funny shits been goin\non in and its been killin me, not to kill you\nI'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\ni woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me\nYa'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch\nGod damn nigga! thats why u ain't neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\nNot kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Robbery\n  artist: 50 Cent & G‐Unit\n  album: The Complete G‐Unit\n  duration_ms: 51000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This very necessary, very legendary... 50\n  If I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\n  Niggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\n  End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\n  Nigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\n  I done told ya one time, but for the last time\n  Don't make me put ya brains on the floor\n\n  This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\n  Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\n  P, What we got?\n\n  10 g's, you gotta be more\n  These nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\n  Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor\n  And Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\n  Man, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n  50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\n  Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\n  Remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\n  D-tay and fox, billy and fame\n  Got us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\n  First there's one shot, then two shots\n  And ya laid out on the floor\n  Ya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\n  And they view yo ass in the morgue\n  Maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\n  And this shit won't happen again\n  Come stunt through my hood, like its all good\n  And we runnin up in ya crib\n\n  Southside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me, HAHA\n  It's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london! HAHA\n  I'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\n  Know what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\n  You know? a lot of funny shits been goin\n  on in and its been killin me, not to kill you\n  I'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\n  i woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me\n  Ya'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch\n  God damn nigga! thats why u ain't neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\n  Not kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!\n"},{"id":26132361,"name":"Robbery","trackName":"Robbery","artistName":"50 Cent & G-Unit","albumName":"The Complete G-Unit","duration":51.408,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This very necessary, very legendary... 50\nIf I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\nNiggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\nEnd up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\nNigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\nI done told ya one time, but for the last time\nDon't make me put ya brains on the floor\n\nThis is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\nBuck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\nP, What we got?\n\n10 g's, you gotta be more\nThese nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\nBitch, one more time, you move on the floor\nAnd Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\nMan, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\nSpider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\nRemind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\nD-tay and fox, billy and fame\nGot us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\nFirst there's one shot, then two shots\nAnd ya laid out on the floor\nYa bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\nAnd they view yo ass in the morgue\nMaybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\nAnd this shit won't happen again\nCome stunt through my hood, like its all good\nAnd we runnin up in ya crib\n\nSouthside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me, HAHA\nIt's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london! HAHA\nI'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\nKnow what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\nYou know? a lot of funny shits been goin\non in and its been killin me, not to kill you\nI'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\ni woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me\nYa'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch\nGod damn nigga! thats why u ain't neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\nNot kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Robbery\n  artist: 50 Cent & G-Unit\n  album: The Complete G-Unit\n  duration_ms: 51408\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This very necessary, very legendary... 50\n  If I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\n  Niggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\n  End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\n  Nigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\n  I done told ya one time, but for the last time\n  Don't make me put ya brains on the floor\n\n  This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\n  Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\n  P, What we got?\n\n  10 g's, you gotta be more\n  These nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\n  Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor\n  And Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\n  Man, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n  50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\n  Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\n  Remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\n  D-tay and fox, billy and fame\n  Got us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\n  First there's one shot, then two shots\n  And ya laid out on the floor\n  Ya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\n  And they view yo ass in the morgue\n  Maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\n  And this shit won't happen again\n  Come stunt through my hood, like its all good\n  And we runnin up in ya crib\n\n  Southside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me, HAHA\n  It's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london! HAHA\n  I'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\n  Know what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\n  You know? a lot of funny shits been goin\n  on in and its been killin me, not to kill you\n  I'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\n  i woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me\n  Ya'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch\n  God damn nigga! thats why u ain't neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\n  Not kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!\n"},{"id":33200148,"name":"Robbery","trackName":"Robbery","artistName":"50 Cent; G-Unit","albumName":"Robbery","duration":51.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This very necessary, very legendary... 50\nIf I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\nNiggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\nEnd up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\nNigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\nI done told ya one time, but for the last time\nDon't make me put ya brains on the floor\n\nThis is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\nBuck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\nP, What we got?\n\n10 g's, you gotta be more\nThese nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\nBitch, one more time, you move on the floor\nAnd Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\nMan, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\nSpider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\nRemind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\nD-tay and fox, billy and fame\nGot us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\nFirst there's one shot, then two shots\nAnd ya laid out on the floor\nYa bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\nAnd they view yo ass in the morgue\nMaybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\nAnd this shit won't happen again\nCome stunt through my hood, like its all good\nAnd we runnin up in ya crib\n\nSouthside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me, HAHA\nIt's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london! HAHA\nI'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\nKnow what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\nYou know? a lot of funny shits been goin\non in and its been killin me, not to kill you\nI'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\ni woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me\nYa'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch\nGod damn nigga! thats why u ain't neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\nNot kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Robbery\n  artist: 50 Cent; G-Unit\n  album: Robbery\n  duration_ms: 51000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This very necessary, very legendary... 50\n  If I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\n  Niggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\n  End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\n  Nigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\n  I done told ya one time, but for the last time\n  Don't make me put ya brains on the floor\n\n  This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\n  Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\n  P, What we got?\n\n  10 g's, you gotta be more\n  These nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\n  Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor\n  And Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\n  Man, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n  50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\n  Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\n  Remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\n  D-tay and fox, billy and fame\n  Got us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\n  First there's one shot, then two shots\n  And ya laid out on the floor\n  Ya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\n  And they view yo ass in the morgue\n  Maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\n  And this shit won't happen again\n  Come stunt through my hood, like its all good\n  And we runnin up in ya crib\n\n  Southside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me, HAHA\n  It's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london! HAHA\n  I'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\n  Know what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\n  You know? a lot of funny shits been goin\n  on in and its been killin me, not to kill you\n  I'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\n  i woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me\n  Ya'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch\n  God damn nigga! thats why u ain't neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\n  Not kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!\n"},{"id":30981449,"name":"Robbery Pt. 2","trackName":"Robbery Pt. 2","artistName":"50 Cent;G-Unit","albumName":"The Complete G-Unit","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're back\nThis very necessary (necessary)\nVery legendary\n50 (50)\nIf I'm not ya favorite (if I'm not ya favorite)\nI wanna know why (I wanna know why)\n\n(Whoo) Niggas be stuntin', frontin', with the chrome on the Cadillac\nEnd up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\nNigga where the stash at? Cash at?\nThe grams and the bricks of raw?\nI done told ya one time (pretty shot) but for the last time\nDon't make me put ya brains on the floor\n\n(Whoo!) This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\nBuck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door (ah)\nP, What we got?\n10 g's, there gotta be more\nThese nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\nBitch, one more time, you move on the floor\nAnd I'mma hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\nMan, I seen it in my dreams, we supposed to be rich\n50 this is it, I ain't feelin' this shit (woo-hoo)\nSpider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\nRemind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav (ah)\nD-Tay and Fox\nBilly and Fame\nWe got us out this bitch like it's a muhfuckin' game\n\nFirst there's one shot, then two shots (damn)\nAnd ya laid out on the floor (ah)\nYa bleed 'till ya in shock and ya heart stop\nAnd they view yo' ass in the morgue\nMaybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\nAnd this shit won't happen again\n(Ah) Come stunt through my hood, like it's all good\nAnd we runnin' up in ya crib\n\nSouth Side\nTell me you miss me\nTell me you love me (ah)\nHa-ha, it's 50\nY'all already know what I'm about\nLive from London\nHa-ha (ah)\nI'm comin' back, man\n\nThis is my last trip through there, man, I'm comin' back\nKnow I'm sayin'\nI'mma see what's left of y'all niggas, man (ah)\nYou know\nLotta funny shit be goin' on in\nI've been killin', it's been killin' me\nNot to kill you\nHa-ha, ha-ha\n\nI'ma tell y'all niggas the truth, right\nI would'a been killed me if I wasn't me\nY'all niggas is sweet\nAnd that nigga Kev Leak is a snitch (ah)\nGot Mousey and Helen in the big house\nGod-damn, nigga\nThat's why you ain't never go to jail, nigga?\n\nAh, shit\nNot Kev\nNot cool ass Kev\nAh, man (ah)\nFuck it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] We're back\n[00:00.73] This very necessary (necessary)\n[00:03.00] Very legendary\n[00:05.22] 50 (50)\n[00:06.43] If I'm not ya favorite (if I'm not ya favorite)\n[00:07.78] I wanna know why (I wanna know why)\n[00:09.87] (Whoo) Niggas be stuntin', frontin', with the chrome on the Cadillac\n[00:15.15] End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\n[00:20.79] Nigga where the stash at? Cash at?\n[00:23.83] The grams and the bricks of raw?\n[00:25.87] I done told ya one time (pretty shot) but for the last time\n[00:29.16] Don't make me put ya brains on the floor\n[00:31.75] (Whoo!) This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\n[00:34.83] Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door (ah)\n[00:37.66] P, What we got?\n[00:38.44] 10 g's, there gotta be more\n[00:40.50] These nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n[00:42.96] Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor\n[00:45.57] And I'mma hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n[00:48.41] Man, I seen it in my dreams, we supposed to be rich\n[00:51.38] 50 this is it, I ain't feelin' this shit (woo-hoo)\n[00:53.75] Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\n[00:57.01] Remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav (ah)\n[00:59.63] D-Tay and Fox\n[01:01.11] Billy and Fame\n[01:02.37] We got us out this bitch like it's a muhfuckin' game\n[01:04.49] First there's one shot, then two shots (damn)\n[01:07.60] And ya laid out on the floor (ah)\n[01:09.89] Ya bleed 'till ya in shock and ya heart stop\n[01:13.02] And they view yo' ass in the morgue\n[01:15.33] Maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\n[01:18.48] And this shit won't happen again\n[01:20.55] (Ah) Come stunt through my hood, like it's all good\n[01:24.04] And we runnin' up in ya crib\n[01:25.70] South Side\n[01:27.89] Tell me you miss me\n[01:30.42] Tell me you love me (ah)\n[01:31.98] Ha-ha, it's 50\n[01:35.45] Y'all already know what I'm about\n[01:39.02] Live from London\n[01:41.51] Ha-ha (ah)\n[01:44.12] I'm comin' back, man\n[01:46.19] This is my last trip through there, man, I'm comin' back\n[01:49.47] Know I'm sayin'\n[01:50.85] I'mma see what's left of y'all niggas, man (ah)\n[01:54.24] You know\n[01:55.31] Lotta funny shit be goin' on in\n[01:57.65] I've been killin', it's been killin' me\n[02:00.10] Not to kill you\n[02:02.18] Ha-ha, ha-ha\n[02:04.56] I'ma tell y'all niggas the truth, right\n[02:06.88] I would'a been killed me if I wasn't me\n[02:10.54] Y'all niggas is sweet\n[02:13.68] And that nigga Kev Leak is a snitch (ah)\n[02:16.72] Got Mousey and Helen in the big house\n[02:19.75] God-damn, nigga\n[02:22.47] That's why you ain't never go to jail, nigga?\n[02:26.62] Ah, shit\n[02:29.05] Not Kev\n[02:30.55] Not cool ass Kev\n[02:34.24] Ah, man (ah)\n[02:37.68] Fuck it\n[02:38.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Robbery Pt. 2\n  artist: 50 Cent;G-Unit\n  album: The Complete G-Unit\n  duration_ms: 159000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We're back\n  start_ms: 80\n  end_ms: 730\n- text: This very necessary (necessary)\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 3000\n- text: Very legendary\n  start_ms: 3000\n  end_ms: 5220\n- text: 50 (50)\n  start_ms: 5220\n  end_ms: 6430\n- text: If I'm not ya favorite (if I'm not ya favorite)\n  start_ms: 6430\n  end_ms: 7780\n- text: I wanna know why (I wanna know why)\n  start_ms: 7780\n  end_ms: 9870\n- text: (Whoo) Niggas be stuntin', frontin', with the chrome on the Cadillac\n  start_ms: 9870\n  end_ms: 15150\n- text: End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\n  start_ms: 15150\n  end_ms: 20790\n- text: Nigga where the stash at? 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Cash at?\n  The grams and the bricks of raw?\n  I done told ya one time (pretty shot) but for the last time\n  Don't make me put ya brains on the floor\n\n  (Whoo!) 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Cash at?\n  The grams and the bricks of raw?\n  I done told ya one time (pretty shot) but for the last time\n  Don't make me put ya brains on the floor\n\n  (Whoo!) This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\n  Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door (ah)\n  P, What we got?\n  10 g's, there gotta be more\n  These nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\n  Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor\n  And I'mma hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n  Man, I seen it in my dreams, we supposed to be rich\n  50 this is it, I ain't feelin' this shit (woo-hoo)\n  Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\n  Remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav (ah)\n  D-Tay and Fox\n  Billy and Fame\n  We got us out this bitch like it's a muhfuckin' game\n\n  First there's one shot, then two shots (damn)\n  And ya laid out on the floor (ah)\n  Ya bleed 'till ya in shock and ya heart stop\n  And they view yo' ass in the morgue\n  Maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\n  And this shit won't happen again\n  (Ah) Come stunt through my hood, like it's all good\n  And we runnin' up in ya crib\n\n  South Side\n  Tell me you miss me\n  Tell me you love me (ah)\n  Ha-ha, it's 50\n  Y'all already know what I'm about\n  Live from London\n  Ha-ha (ah)\n  I'm comin' back, man\n\n  This is my last trip through there, man, I'm comin' back\n  Know I'm sayin'\n  I'mma see what's left of y'all niggas, man (ah)\n  You know\n  Lotta funny shit be goin' on in\n  I've been killin', it's been killin' me\n  Not to kill you\n  Ha-ha, ha-ha\n\n  I'ma tell y'all niggas the truth, right\n  I would'a been killed me if I wasn't me\n  Y'all niggas is sweet\n  And that nigga Kev Leak is a snitch (ah)\n  Got Mousey and Helen in the big house\n  God-damn, nigga\n  That's why you ain't never go to jail, nigga?\n\n  Ah, shit\n  Not Kev\n  Not cool ass Kev\n  Ah, man (ah)\n  Fuck it\n"},{"id":35324487,"name":"Robbery Pt. 2","trackName":"Robbery Pt. 2","artistName":"G‐Unit","albumName":"G-Unit Radio, Part 14: Back to Business","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This very necessary, very legendary... 50\nIf I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\nNiggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\nEnd up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\nNigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\nI done told ya one time, but for the last time\nDon't make me put ya brains on the floor\n\nThis is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\nBuck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\nP, What we got?\n\n10 g's, you gotta be more\nthese nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\nBitch, one more time, you move on the floor,\nand Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\nMan, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\nSpider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\nremind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\nD-tay and fox, billy and fame\ngot us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\nFirst there's one shot, then two shots\nand ya laid out on the floor\nya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\nand they view yo ass in the morgue\nmaybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\nand this shit won't happen again\nCome stunt through my hood, like its all good\nand we runnin up in ya crib\n\nSouthside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me, HAHA\nIt's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london! HAHA\nI'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\nknow what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\nyou know? a lot of funny shits been goin\non in and its been killin me, not to kill you\nI'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\ni woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me.\nYa'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch,\ngod damn nigga! thats why u aint neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\nnot kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Robbery Pt. 2\n  artist: G‐Unit\n  album: 'G-Unit Radio, Part 14: Back to Business'\n  duration_ms: 159000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This very necessary, very legendary... 50\n  If I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\n  Niggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\n  End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\n  Nigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\n  I done told ya one time, but for the last time\n  Don't make me put ya brains on the floor\n\n  This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\n  Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\n  P, What we got?\n\n  10 g's, you gotta be more\n  these nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\n  Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor,\n  and Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\n  Man, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n  50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\n  Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\n  remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\n  D-tay and fox, billy and fame\n  got us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\n  First there's one shot, then two shots\n  and ya laid out on the floor\n  ya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\n  and they view yo ass in the morgue\n  maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\n  and this shit won't happen again\n  Come stunt through my hood, like its all good\n  and we runnin up in ya crib\n\n  Southside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me, HAHA\n  It's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london! HAHA\n  I'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\n  know what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\n  you know? a lot of funny shits been goin\n  on in and its been killin me, not to kill you\n  I'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\n  i woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me.\n  Ya'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch,\n  god damn nigga! thats why u aint neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\n  not kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!\n"},{"id":14997714,"name":"Be Dead!","trackName":"Be Dead!","artistName":"G-Unit","albumName":"Robbery","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tony Yayo (50 Cent) x2]\nI dead a pussy nigga on some good word (You a bitch nigga, we take your shit, nigga)\n\nEverything you a see nigga got, we took it\nThe block, we took it, your spot, we took it\nEvery time you think a nigga not lookin'\nNigga, I'm lookin', I send my niggas to book him\nWe'll dead a pussy nigga on the work\nGo 'head, nigga, get a little heart, get murked\nBitch, I be ridin' with the cobra on my lap loaded\nTry the fuck shit, a nigga will snap and tote it\n\nBoy, don't get bodied, niggas dying over nothin'\nBrand new Bent, fuck around and bring the trunk in\nWe gon' boguard, I got all my niggas chosen\nAnd that little shit enough, we don't need a bigger motive\nGot a to-do move the party with me more\nPullin' up, peelin' off like it's stolen\nTwo o's on the meter, ain't no tellin' where I'm going\n'Cept full speed ahead, we'll be slowing down for nothin'\n\nThere's a material witness of an aggravated battery\nUh, with a handgun and, uh, they believe, uh\nLooks like we have retaliation, uh -\n\nGot work, that ain't even what I'm mad at\nYou a pussy nigga, you ain't 'posed to have that\nGive me the dope and the dough\nAnd your life, you could have that\nI'll let my young niggas share that\nLine yo' ass up like a fresh cut\nLot of niggas gon' pass if they test us\nOpen armed black funeral dressed up\nYayo in the cut with the TEC up\n\nWe get it poppin', my strap have 'em floppin' like LeBron\nTeflon don, rollie on my arm, southside bomb\nSpit the Gemstar out and your face gone\nMy rap lines is the bomb like napalm\nLas Vegas in the Cosmo, bad blonde\nAs brolic Scarlett Johansson\nFuck her with my Maison Margielas on\nTen years in the game, runnin' marathons\nDisloyal niggas got they Halloween mask on\nSolo dolo in the Stingray, get my mash on\nHundred horses in the engine, rev the stallions\n\nTake the hit, I get paid first\nI use the clip with the curb when the K burst\nBut I'mma pop this nigga on some good work\nA couple pills, lean and some good herb\nI got a body on it, do anybody want it?\nI'll take you right to the hood and get rid of this bitch\nSilencer on it, FBI most wanted\nIf I find out you snitchin', it'll really get you hit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Be Dead!\n  artist: G-Unit\n  album: Robbery\n  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There's a material witness of an aggravated battery\n  Uh, with a handgun and, uh, they believe, uh\n  Looks like we have retaliation, uh -\n\n  Got work, that ain't even what I'm mad at\n  You a pussy nigga, you ain't 'posed to have that\n  Give me the dope and the dough\n  And your life, you could have that\n  I'll let my young niggas share that\n  Line yo' ass up like a fresh cut\n  Lot of niggas gon' pass if they test us\n  Open armed black funeral dressed up\n  Yayo in the cut with the TEC up\n\n  We get it poppin', my strap have 'em floppin' like LeBron\n  Teflon don, rollie on my arm, southside bomb\n  Spit the Gemstar out and your face gone\n  My rap lines is the bomb like napalm\n  Las Vegas in the Cosmo, bad blonde\n  As brolic Scarlett Johansson\n  Fuck her with my Maison Margielas on\n  Ten years in the game, runnin' marathons\n  Disloyal niggas got they Halloween mask on\n  Solo dolo in the Stingray, get my mash on\n  Hundred horses in the engine, rev the stallions\n\n  Take the hit, I get paid first\n  I use the clip with the curb when the K burst\n  But I'mma pop this nigga on some good work\n  A couple pills, lean and some good herb\n  I got a body on it, do anybody want it?\n  I'll take you right to the hood and get rid of this bitch\n  Silencer on it, FBI most wanted\n  If I find out you snitchin', it'll really get you hit\n"},{"id":9866995,"name":"Be Dead!","trackName":"Be Dead!","artistName":"G‐Unit","albumName":"Robbery","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tony Yayo (50 Cent) x2]\nI dead a pussy nigga on some good word (You a bitch nigga, we take your shit, nigga)\n\nEverything you a see nigga got, we took it\nThe block, we took it, your spot, we took it\nEvery time you think a nigga not lookin'\nNigga, I'm lookin', I send my niggas to book him\nWe'll dead a pussy nigga on the work\nGo 'head, nigga, get a little heart, get murked\nBitch, I be ridin' with the cobra on my lap loaded\nTry the fuck shit, a 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on my arm, southside bomb\nSpit the Gemstar out and your face gone\nMy rap lines is the bomb like napalm\nLas Vegas in the Cosmo, bad blonde\nAs brolic Scarlett Johansson\nFuck her with my Maison Margielas on\nTen years in the game, runnin' marathons\nDisloyal niggas got they Halloween mask on\nSolo dolo in the Stingray, get my mash on\nHundred horses in the engine, rev the stallions\n\nTake the hit, I get paid first\nI use the clip with the curb when the K burst\nBut I'mma pop this nigga on some good work\nA couple pills, lean and some good herb\nI got a body on it, do anybody want it?\nI'll take you right to the hood and get rid of this bitch\nSilencer on it, FBI most wanted\nIf I find out you snitchin', it'll really get you hit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Be Dead!\n  artist: G‐Unit\n  album: Robbery\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Tony Yayo (50 Cent) x2]\n  I dead a pussy nigga on some good word (You a bitch nigga, we take your shit, nigga)\n\n  Everything you a see nigga got, we took it\n  The block, we took it, your spot, we took it\n  Every time you think a nigga not lookin'\n  Nigga, I'm lookin', I send my niggas to book him\n  We'll dead a pussy nigga on the work\n  Go 'head, nigga, get a little heart, get murked\n  Bitch, I be ridin' with the cobra on my lap loaded\n  Try the fuck shit, a nigga will snap and tote it\n\n  Boy, don't get bodied, niggas dying over nothin'\n  Brand new Bent, fuck around and bring the trunk in\n  We gon' boguard, I got all my niggas chosen\n  And that little shit enough, we don't need a bigger motive\n  Got a to-do move the party with me more\n  Pullin' up, peelin' off like it's stolen\n  Two o's on the meter, ain't no tellin' where I'm going\n  'Cept full speed ahead, we'll be slowing down for nothin'\n\n  There's a material witness of an aggravated battery\n  Uh, with a handgun and, uh, they believe, uh\n  Looks like we have retaliation, uh -\n\n  Got work, that ain't even what I'm mad at\n  You a pussy nigga, you ain't 'posed to have that\n  Give me the dope and the dough\n  And your life, you could have that\n  I'll let my young niggas share that\n  Line yo' ass up like a fresh cut\n  Lot of niggas gon' pass if they test us\n  Open armed black funeral dressed up\n  Yayo in the cut with the TEC up\n\n  We get it poppin', my strap have 'em floppin' like LeBron\n  Teflon don, rollie on my arm, southside bomb\n  Spit the Gemstar out and your face gone\n  My rap lines is the bomb like napalm\n  Las Vegas in the Cosmo, bad blonde\n  As brolic Scarlett Johansson\n  Fuck her with my Maison Margielas on\n  Ten years in the game, runnin' marathons\n  Disloyal niggas got they Halloween mask on\n  Solo dolo in the Stingray, get my mash on\n  Hundred horses in the engine, rev the stallions\n\n  Take the hit, I get paid first\n  I use the clip with the curb when the K burst\n  But I'mma pop this nigga on some good work\n  A couple pills, lean and some good herb\n  I got a body on it, do anybody want it?\n  I'll take you right to the hood and get rid of this bitch\n  Silencer on it, FBI most wanted\n  If I find out you snitchin', it'll really get you hit\n"},{"id":9769227,"name":"Hustler's Ambition","trackName":"Hustler's Ambition","artistName":"G‐Unit","albumName":"Robbery","duration":227.2130612244898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Like the fire needs the air\nI won't burn unless you're there\nYea, I need you, I need you to hate\nSo I can use you for your energy\nYou know, this real shit, feel this!\nAmerica got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love me\nBlack Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle\nI take Spit over Raymo shit, I'm a vandal\nGot the silver duct tape on my tray eight handle\nThe women in my life be confusion and shit\nSo like Nino when New Jack, I holla (cancel that bitch)\nLook at me, this is the life I chose\nNiggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze\nI built an empire on the low the narc's don't know\nI'm the weatherman\nI take that cocoa leaf and make that snow\nSit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door\nO after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin'\nNiggaz be schemin', I fiend to live a good life\nThe fiends are just fiendin\nConceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see\nThe penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nYea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks\nBlack Talons start flyin, when a nigga flip\nI cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me\nMan my code name, they called me chef boy r 50\nCheck my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed, shit\nSend me them seeds I'll grow em what they need\nThem ain't chia pet plants in the crib, thats chronic\nAnd I'm sellin 'em for 500 a pop god damn it\nI sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\nStep on grapes put in water and tell you it's wine\nIf you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and\nWhat goes in my mind, its contagious\nHypnotic, it sounds melodic\nIf rap was the block or spot, I'll be potent product\nNow get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\nAnd you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nIt's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision\nMoussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothin\nIt's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes\nOr in the jewler switchin chains\nI upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs\nRocks that I copped proceeds from the spot\nI got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline\nPlay the curv and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin\nI'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state\nNow I can invite yo ass out to my estate\nThem hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape\nPour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake\nI'm like the East coast number one playboy B\nHugh Hefner will tell you he ain't got shit on me\nThe feds watch me, Icey, they can't stop me\nRacist, pointin at me look at the niggaracci\nHello!\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler's Ambition\n  artist: G‐Unit\n  album: Robbery\n  duration_ms: 227213\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Like the fire needs the air\n  I won't burn unless you're there\n  Yea, I need you, I need you to hate\n  So I can use you for your energy\n  You know, this real shit, feel this!\n  America got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love me\n  Black Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle\n  I take Spit over Raymo shit, I'm a vandal\n  Got the silver duct tape on my tray eight handle\n  The women in my life be confusion and shit\n  So like Nino when New Jack, I holla (cancel that bitch)\n  Look at me, this is the life I chose\n  Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze\n  I built an empire on the low the narc's don't know\n  I'm the weatherman\n  I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow\n  Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door\n  O after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin'\n  Niggaz be schemin', I fiend to live a good life\n  The fiends are just fiendin\n  Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see\n  The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks\n  Black Talons start flyin, when a nigga flip\n  I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me\n  Man my code name, they called me chef boy r 50\n  Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed, shit\n  Send me them seeds I'll grow em what they need\n  Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib, thats chronic\n  And I'm sellin 'em for 500 a pop god damn it\n  I sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\n  Step on grapes put in water and tell you it's wine\n  If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and\n  What goes in my mind, its contagious\n  Hypnotic, it sounds melodic\n  If rap was the block or spot, I'll be potent product\n  Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\n  And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision\n  Moussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothin\n  It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes\n  Or in the jewler switchin chains\n  I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs\n  Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot\n  I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline\n  Play the curv and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin\n  I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state\n  Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate\n  Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape\n  Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake\n  I'm like the East coast number one playboy B\n  Hugh Hefner will tell you he ain't got shit on me\n  The feds watch me, Icey, they can't stop me\n  Racist, pointin at me look at the niggaracci\n  Hello!\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n"},{"id":9769228,"name":"Ho's Ho's","trackName":"Ho's Ho's","artistName":"G‐Unit","albumName":"Robbery","duration":49.946122448979594,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro Eminem\nWhat the fuck Ayo Whoo Kid,\nRun that shit back God damn\n\nYeah, I like to shout out my nigga 50\nYou know, for introducing me to so many celebrity hoes, homie\nThese hoes love me, my nigga\nI want you to meet this new bitch\nLook my fucking phone ringing right now\nWho is this? Monica? Trina? Some fucking god damn bitch\n\n1 Young Buck\nSomebody Cali bitch, the gangsta hoes not the average\nHave a nigga feeling like, I'm gonna mary this\nAnd you don't know how many kids she done have with this\nBut, I gotta thing for my down South hoes\nPussy stay wet and their mouth stay cold\nTurn that ass around girl, touch your toes\nThrow it back to me, let me hear you holla OH!\nYour man ain't nothing like me\n7 figga nigga, still in a white T\nPimp the game, like the homie Ice-T\n10 years, ain't no telling where I might be\nDo it for the money, you can keep the fame\nI'd rather be a rich nobody, then broke with a name\nChinchilla with a Cardi F Frame, wreck the range\nBut ain't a damn thang change\n\nYoung Buck 50 Cent\nTrying to fuck with these Hoes\nHoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\nWe trying to fuck with these Hoes\nHoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\nWe trying to fuck with these Hoes\nHoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\nWe trying to fuck with these Hoes\nEverybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P\nWe work them Hoes\n\n2 50 Cent\nHo stroke first and I stroked her even faster\nHad her in the telly with her ass up\nYou know the 21 questions that I asked her\nHad her feeling good man, I gassed her\nSoon as we were done, there was laughter\nYou know damn well her daddy ain't a pastor\nSeen her at the college and I asked her\nIf she wanted to roll after her class done\nCame through picked her up in my Aston\nMartin Vanquish drop with the glass up\nTold her how i hustle, got my cash up\nShe saw the ice on my wrist I like to flash uhh\nWhen it comes to getting bitches I'm a master\nBut when it comes to trickin' I'm the last to\nBreak bridge, don't believe me nigga, ask her\nShe'll tell you I'm stingy as hell with these Hoes\n\nYoung Buck 50 Cent\nTrying to fuck with these Hoes\nHoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\nWe trying to fuck with these Hoes\nHoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\nWe trying to fuck with these Hoes\nHoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\nWe trying to fuck with these Hoes\nEverybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P\nWe work them Hoes\n\nOutro 50 Cent\nYeah, It's big pimping going on, we trying to fuck with these Hoes\n50 Cent, Young Buck, HAHA we trying to fuck with these Hoes\nAww man, we known internationally right now\nWe overseas nigga, In Dubland, Ireland, Naa mean\nI asked a nigga if he knew Fat Joe,\nHee said yeah You mean the man from the pizza shop around the corner,\nI said Nah, not that Fat Joe. Was talking about the Rap\nHe's like Nah Nah, we don't know him. We know you 50\nYou know, so sign autographs HAHA\nSo I sign autographs, man go back to the hotel\nAnd fuck with these Hoes HAHA\nYo, play it back one more time","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ho's Ho's\n  artist: G‐Unit\n  album: Robbery\n  duration_ms: 49946\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro Eminem\n  What the fuck Ayo Whoo Kid,\n  Run that shit back God damn\n\n  Yeah, I like to shout out my nigga 50\n  You know, for introducing me to so many celebrity hoes, homie\n  These hoes love me, my nigga\n  I want you to meet this new bitch\n  Look my fucking phone ringing right now\n  Who is this? Monica? Trina? Some fucking god damn bitch\n\n  1 Young Buck\n  Somebody Cali bitch, the gangsta hoes not the average\n  Have a nigga feeling like, I'm gonna mary this\n  And you don't know how many kids she done have with this\n  But, I gotta thing for my down South hoes\n  Pussy stay wet and their mouth stay cold\n  Turn that ass around girl, touch your toes\n  Throw it back to me, let me hear you holla OH!\n  Your man ain't nothing like me\n  7 figga nigga, still in a white T\n  Pimp the game, like the homie Ice-T\n  10 years, ain't no telling where I might be\n  Do it for the money, you can keep the fame\n  I'd rather be a rich nobody, then broke with a name\n  Chinchilla with a Cardi F Frame, wreck the range\n  But ain't a damn thang change\n\n  Young Buck 50 Cent\n  Trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\n  We trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\n  We trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\n  We trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Everybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P\n  We work them Hoes\n\n  2 50 Cent\n  Ho stroke first and I stroked her even faster\n  Had her in the telly with her ass up\n  You know the 21 questions that I asked her\n  Had her feeling good man, I gassed her\n  Soon as we were done, there was laughter\n  You know damn well her daddy ain't a pastor\n  Seen her at the college and I asked her\n  If she wanted to roll after her class done\n  Came through picked her up in my Aston\n  Martin Vanquish drop with the glass up\n  Told her how i hustle, got my cash up\n  She saw the ice on my wrist I like to flash uhh\n  When it comes to getting bitches I'm a master\n  But when it comes to trickin' I'm the last to\n  Break bridge, don't believe me nigga, ask her\n  She'll tell you I'm stingy as hell with these Hoes\n\n  Young Buck 50 Cent\n  Trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\n  We trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\n  We trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\n  We trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Everybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P\n  We work them Hoes\n\n  Outro 50 Cent\n  Yeah, It's big pimping going on, we trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  50 Cent, Young Buck, HAHA we trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Aww man, we known internationally right now\n  We overseas nigga, In Dubland, Ireland, Naa mean\n  I asked a nigga if he knew Fat Joe,\n  Hee said yeah You mean the man from the pizza shop around the corner,\n  I said Nah, not that Fat Joe. Was talking about the Rap\n  He's like Nah Nah, we don't know him. We know you 50\n  You know, so sign autographs HAHA\n  So I sign autographs, man go back to the hotel\n  And fuck with these Hoes HAHA\n  Yo, play it back one more time\n"},{"id":26524414,"name":"Hustler's Ambition","trackName":"Hustler's Ambition","artistName":"G-Unit","albumName":"Robbery","duration":227.173333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Like the fire needs the air\nI won't burn unless you're there\nYea, I need you, I need you to hate\nSo I can use you for your energy\nYou know, this real shit, feel this!\nAmerica got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love me\nBlack Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle\nI take Spit over Raymo shit, I'm a vandal\nGot the silver duct tape on my tray eight handle\nThe women in my life be confusion and shit\nSo like Nino when New Jack, I holla (cancel that bitch)\nLook at me, this is the life I chose\nNiggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze\nI built an empire on the low the narc's don't know\nI'm the weatherman\nI take that cocoa leaf and make that snow\nSit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door\nO after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin'\nNiggaz be schemin', I fiend to live a good life\nThe fiends are just fiendin\nConceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see\nThe penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nYea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks\nBlack Talons start flyin, when a nigga flip\nI cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me\nMan my code name, they called me chef boy r 50\nCheck my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed, shit\nSend me them seeds I'll grow em what they need\nThem ain't chia pet plants in the crib, thats chronic\nAnd I'm sellin 'em for 500 a pop god damn it\nI sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\nStep on grapes put in water and tell you it's wine\nIf you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and\nWhat goes in my mind, its contagious\nHypnotic, it sounds melodic\nIf rap was the block or spot, I'll be potent product\nNow get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\nAnd you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nIt's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision\nMoussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothin\nIt's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes\nOr in the jewler switchin chains\nI upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs\nRocks that I copped proceeds from the spot\nI got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline\nPlay the curv and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin\nI'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state\nNow I can invite yo ass out to my estate\nThem hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape\nPour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake\nI'm like the East coast number one playboy B\nHugh Hefner will tell you he ain't got shit on me\nThe feds watch me, Icey, they can't stop me\nRacist, pointin at me look at the niggaracci\nHello!\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler's Ambition\n  artist: G-Unit\n  album: Robbery\n  duration_ms: 227173\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Like the fire needs the air\n  I won't burn unless you're there\n  Yea, I need you, I need you to hate\n  So I can use you for your energy\n  You know, this real shit, feel this!\n  America got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love me\n  Black Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle\n  I take Spit over Raymo shit, I'm a vandal\n  Got the silver duct tape on my tray eight handle\n  The women in my life be confusion and shit\n  So like Nino when New Jack, I holla (cancel that bitch)\n  Look at me, this is the life I chose\n  Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze\n  I built an empire on the low the narc's don't know\n  I'm the weatherman\n  I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow\n  Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door\n  O after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin'\n  Niggaz be schemin', I fiend to live a good life\n  The fiends are just fiendin\n  Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see\n  The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks\n  Black Talons start flyin, when a nigga flip\n  I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me\n  Man my code name, they called me chef boy r 50\n  Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed, shit\n  Send me them seeds I'll grow em what they need\n  Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib, thats chronic\n  And I'm sellin 'em for 500 a pop god damn it\n  I sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\n  Step on grapes put in water and tell you it's wine\n  If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and\n  What goes in my mind, its contagious\n  Hypnotic, it sounds melodic\n  If rap was the block or spot, I'll be potent product\n  Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\n  And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision\n  Moussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothin\n  It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes\n  Or in the jewler switchin chains\n  I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs\n  Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot\n  I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline\n  Play the curv and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin\n  I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state\n  Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate\n  Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape\n  Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake\n  I'm like the East coast number one playboy B\n  Hugh Hefner will tell you he ain't got shit on me\n  The feds watch me, Icey, they can't stop me\n  Racist, pointin at me look at the niggaracci\n  Hello!\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n"},{"id":29081551,"name":"Dance","trackName":"Dance","artistName":"G‐Unit","albumName":"Robbery","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know you buggin' your horns\nLike a with arms\nLeave you laying in your car\nLike John Allen Mahahmud\n\nRingleader, yes, your boy freed her\n\nLike your life, nigga\nLike your life, nigga\nLike your life, nigga\nWe fight for life\nKanye walked with 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Monica? Trina? Some fucking god damn bitch\n\n1 Young Buck\nSomebody Cali bitch, the gangsta hoes not the average\nHave a nigga feeling like, I'm gonna mary this\nAnd you don't know how many kids she done have with this\nBut, I gotta thing for my down South hoes\nPussy stay wet and their mouth stay cold\nTurn that ass around girl, touch your toes\nThrow it back to me, let me hear you holla OH!\nYour man ain't nothing like me\n7 figga nigga, still in a white T\nPimp the game, like the homie Ice-T\n10 years, ain't no telling where I might be\nDo it for the money, you can keep the fame\nI'd rather be a rich nobody, then broke with a name\nChinchilla with a Cardi F Frame, wreck the range\nBut ain't a damn thang change\n\nYoung Buck 50 Cent\nTrying to fuck with these Hoes\nHoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\nWe trying to fuck with these Hoes\nHoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\nWe trying to fuck with these Hoes\nHoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\nWe trying to fuck with these Hoes\nEverybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P\nWe work them Hoes\n\n2 50 Cent\nHo stroke first and I stroked her even faster\nHad her in the telly with her ass up\nYou know the 21 questions that I asked her\nHad her feeling good man, I gassed her\nSoon as we were done, there was laughter\nYou know damn well her daddy ain't a pastor\nSeen her at the college and I asked her\nIf she wanted to roll after her class done\nCame through picked her up in my Aston\nMartin Vanquish drop with the glass up\nTold her how i hustle, got my cash up\nShe saw the ice on my wrist I like to flash uhh\nWhen it comes to getting bitches I'm a master\nBut when it comes to trickin' I'm the last to\nBreak bridge, don't believe me nigga, ask her\nShe'll tell you I'm stingy as hell with these Hoes\n\nYoung Buck 50 Cent\nTrying to fuck with these Hoes\nHoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\nWe trying to fuck with these Hoes\nHoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\nWe trying to fuck with these Hoes\nHoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\nWe trying to fuck with these Hoes\nEverybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P\nWe work them Hoes\n\nOutro 50 Cent\nYeah, It's big pimping going on, we trying to fuck with these Hoes\n50 Cent, Young Buck, HAHA we trying to fuck with these Hoes\nAww man, we known internationally right now\nWe overseas nigga, In Dubland, Ireland, Naa mean\nI asked a nigga if he knew Fat Joe,\nHee said yeah You mean the man from the pizza shop around the corner,\nI said Nah, not that Fat Joe. Was talking about the Rap\nHe's like Nah Nah, we don't know him. We know you 50\nYou know, so sign autographs HAHA\nSo I sign autographs, man go back to the hotel\nAnd fuck with these Hoes HAHA\nYo, play it back one more time","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ho's Ho's\n  artist: G-Unit\n  album: Robbery\n  duration_ms: 50000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro Eminem\n  What the fuck Ayo Whoo Kid,\n  Run that shit back God damn\n\n  Yeah, I like to shout out my nigga 50\n  You know, for introducing me to so many celebrity hoes, homie\n  These hoes love me, my nigga\n  I want you to meet this new bitch\n  Look my fucking phone ringing right now\n  Who is this? Monica? Trina? Some fucking god damn bitch\n\n  1 Young Buck\n  Somebody Cali bitch, the gangsta hoes not the average\n  Have a nigga feeling like, I'm gonna mary this\n  And you don't know how many kids she done have with this\n  But, I gotta thing for my down South hoes\n  Pussy stay wet and their mouth stay cold\n  Turn that ass around girl, touch your toes\n  Throw it back to me, let me hear you holla OH!\n  Your man ain't nothing like me\n  7 figga nigga, still in a white T\n  Pimp the game, like the homie Ice-T\n  10 years, ain't no telling where I might be\n  Do it for the money, you can keep the fame\n  I'd rather be a rich nobody, then broke with a name\n  Chinchilla with a Cardi F Frame, wreck the range\n  But ain't a damn thang change\n\n  Young Buck 50 Cent\n  Trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\n  We trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\n  We trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\n  We trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Everybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P\n  We work them Hoes\n\n  2 50 Cent\n  Ho stroke first and I stroked her even faster\n  Had her in the telly with her ass up\n  You know the 21 questions that I asked her\n  Had her feeling good man, I gassed her\n  Soon as we were done, there was laughter\n  You know damn well her daddy ain't a pastor\n  Seen her at the college and I asked her\n  If she wanted to roll after her class done\n  Came through picked her up in my Aston\n  Martin Vanquish drop with the glass up\n  Told her how i hustle, got my cash up\n  She saw the ice on my wrist I like to flash uhh\n  When it comes to getting bitches I'm a master\n  But when it comes to trickin' I'm the last to\n  Break bridge, don't believe me nigga, ask her\n  She'll tell you I'm stingy as hell with these Hoes\n\n  Young Buck 50 Cent\n  Trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\n  We trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\n  We trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes Hoes\n  We trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Everybody on the count of three, let me hear you holla P.I.M.P\n  We work them Hoes\n\n  Outro 50 Cent\n  Yeah, It's big pimping going on, we trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  50 Cent, Young Buck, HAHA we trying to fuck with these Hoes\n  Aww man, we known internationally right now\n  We overseas nigga, In Dubland, Ireland, Naa mean\n  I asked a nigga if he knew Fat Joe,\n  Hee said yeah You mean the man from the pizza shop around the corner,\n  I said Nah, not that Fat Joe. Was talking about the Rap\n  He's like Nah Nah, we don't know him. We know you 50\n  You know, so sign autographs HAHA\n  So I sign autographs, man go back to the hotel\n  And fuck with these Hoes HAHA\n  Yo, play it back one more time\n"},{"id":27672862,"name":"Hustler's Ambition","trackName":"Hustler's Ambition","artistName":"G-Unit","albumName":"Robbery","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Like the fire needs the air\nI won't burn unless you're there\nYea, I need you, I need you to hate\nSo I can use you for your energy\nYou know, this real shit, feel this!\nAmerica got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love me\nBlack Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle\nI take Spit over Raymo shit, I'm a vandal\nGot the silver duct tape on my tray eight handle\nThe women in my life be confusion and shit\nSo like Nino when New Jack, I holla (cancel that bitch)\nLook at me, this is the life I chose\nNiggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze\nI built an empire on the low the narc's don't know\nI'm the 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this score shit nigga\n  start_ms: 201150\n  end_ms: 203880\n- text: Hahhaaaa\n  start_ms: 203880\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 208320\n- text: We gonna see watchu gona get really want it\n  start_ms: 208320\n  end_ms: 211030\n- text: Ya know\n  start_ms: 211030\n  end_ms: 213780\n- text: In this motherfuckers spot\n  start_ms: 213780\n  end_ms: 217330\n- text: 50 what elese\n  start_ms: 217330\n  end_ms: 220900\n- text: Yeah nigga kick the speed up nigga\n  start_ms: 220900\n  end_ms: 225420\n- text: Late back\n  start_ms: 225420\n  end_ms: 227230\n- text: We got there\n  start_ms: 227230\n  end_ms: 229080\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 229080\n  end_ms: 229970\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 229970\n  end_ms: 232750\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 232750\nplain: |-\n  G.unit\n  Eyo spider\n  Eyo hit that nigga banks up\n  Tell em man\n  Ey man I just seen the niggas man\n  (yeah)\n  Yeah man tell a nigga call pete\n  Call a nigga half tell em niggas common man\n  (wassap)\n  Them niggas over there\n  Man a nigga slippy man\n  They all been fucking with some hoes and shit\n  Common niggas let's go\n\n  (let's gooo)\n  If you just a nigga spinnin outside\n  We gone hustle bout da wide\n  Overside\n  Nigga hit there ass up\n  Every body die when the bullets start to fly\n  Let em dry till da ambulance pick there ass up\n  Man down (aeeeh)\n  Some body got hit\n  Them niggas can't do it empty out the whole clip\n  Man down (awhh)\n  You hear em people screamin\n  They pumpin on the chest but your man ain't breathin'\n\n  Since homie know ma face\n  Ain't no need for no ski mask\n  Hollow tips can make a nigga go to sleep fast\n  Catch em stuck and show em nauf in his E class\n  Pull up and put a hole in his cheap ass\n  Bought a glock and a kayne with a body on it\n  And show the blood over spit nobody else want it\n  Whole kinda bitch throwem in da back seat\n  Empty out the clip make them hoes wanna track me\n  Don't u love it when your enemy has lost\n  And the sound of the 12 gage when it sound doze\n  U cathc that ass slippin and he blame it on hiss boss\n  Begin or his life askin you how much it cost\n  A bullet has no eyes and the trigger has no heart\n  The people never stop so the war bout to start\n  Don't be out there\n  Am tellin nigga as soon as filthy dark\n  We gone circle bout da block\n  And throw it less you want\n\n  (let's gooo)\n  If you just a nigga spinnin outside\n  We gone hustle bout da wide\n  Overside\n  Nigga hit there ass up\n  Every body die when the bullets start to fly\n  Let em dry till da ambulance pick there ass up\n  Man down (aeeeh)\n  Some body got hit\n  Them niggas can't do it empty out the whole clip\n  Man down (awhh)\n  You hear em people screamin\n  They pumpin on the chest but your man ain't breathin'\n\n  Ningga ma slow flows ain't touch a bow\n  Your fans cahnge their mind\n  When P comes through\n  Cause I be sittin in da drop\n  Skimmin with the top\n  Then your hoes saw the video now they wanna pop\n  And maybe cause I gave David that stack\n  He cover ma risk with invisible sacks\n  Fresh off the private jacks\n  Now we in da projects takin pictures with the kids\n  Call me ORP or VIP da dawn\n  The people love me cause I say what they want\n  Tell these rappers they ain't shit they mommas too\n  When u see me in da streets whachu gonna do\n  Pull your heads down to your feet and grow somewhere else\n  Better escape far make sort out your grill\n  Nigga am laughin at the top of the world\n  It's the unit\n  Pray that you could do it\n  How we do it\n\n  (let's gooo)\n  If you just a nigga spinnin outside\n  We gone hustle bout da wide\n  Overside\n  Nigga hit there ass up\n  Every body die when the bullets start to fly\n  Let em dry till da ambulance pick there ass up\n  Man down (aeeeh)\n  Some body got hit\n  Them niggas can't do it empty out the whole clip\n  Man down (awhh)\n  You hear em people screamin\n  They pumpin on the chest but your man ain't breathin'\n\n  Aiyght nigga\n  Just keep [? ]\n  U know how I most do in this score shit nigga\n  Hahhaaaa\n  Yeah\n  We gonna see watchu gona get really want it\n  Ya know\n  In this motherfuckers spot\n  50 what elese\n  Yeah nigga kick the speed up nigga\n  Late back\n  We got there\n  Nigga\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":25850483,"name":"Hustler's Ambition","trackName":"Hustler's Ambition","artistName":"G‐Unit","albumName":"Robbery","duration":237.648,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Like the fire needs the air\nI won't burn unless you're there\nYea, I need you, I need you to hate\nSo I can use you for your energy\nYou know, this real shit, feel this!\nAmerica got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love me\nBlack Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle\nI take Spit over Raymo shit, I'm a vandal\nGot the silver duct tape on my tray eight handle\nThe women in my life be confusion and shit\nSo like Nino when New Jack, I holla (cancel that bitch)\nLook at me, this is the life I chose\nNiggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze\nI built an empire on the low the narc's don't know\nI'm the weatherman\nI take that cocoa leaf and make that snow\nSit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door\nO after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin'\nNiggaz be schemin', I fiend to live a good life\nThe fiends are just fiendin\nConceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see\nThe penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nYea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks\nBlack Talons start flyin, when a nigga flip\nI cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me\nMan my code name, they called me chef boy r 50\nCheck my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed, shit\nSend me them seeds I'll grow em what they need\nThem ain't chia pet plants in the crib, thats chronic\nAnd I'm sellin 'em for 500 a pop god damn it\nI sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\nStep on grapes put in water and tell you it's wine\nIf you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and\nWhat goes in my mind, its contagious\nHypnotic, it sounds melodic\nIf rap was the block or spot, I'll be potent product\nNow get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\nAnd you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nIt's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision\nMoussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothin\nIt's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes\nOr in the jewler switchin chains\nI upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs\nRocks that I copped proceeds from the spot\nI got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline\nPlay the curv and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin\nI'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state\nNow I can invite yo ass out to my estate\nThem hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape\nPour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake\nI'm like the East coast number one playboy B\nHugh Hefner will tell you he ain't got shit on me\nThe feds watch me, Icey, they can't stop me\nRacist, pointin at me look at the niggaracci\nHello!\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)\nNigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\nAnd I'll buck you (buck you)\nI don't care who you run with, or where you from\nNigga fuck you (fuck you)\nI want the finer things in my life\nSo I hustle (hustle)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler's Ambition\n  artist: G‐Unit\n  album: Robbery\n  duration_ms: 237648\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Like the fire needs the air\n  I won't burn unless you're there\n  Yea, I need you, I need you to hate\n  So I can use you for your energy\n  You know, this real shit, feel this!\n  America got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love me\n  Black Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle\n  I take Spit over Raymo shit, I'm a vandal\n  Got the silver duct tape on my tray eight handle\n  The women in my life be confusion and shit\n  So like Nino when New Jack, I holla (cancel that bitch)\n  Look at me, this is the life I chose\n  Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze\n  I built an empire on the low the narc's don't know\n  I'm the weatherman\n  I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow\n  Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door\n  O after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin'\n  Niggaz be schemin', I fiend to live a good life\n  The fiends are just fiendin\n  Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see\n  The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks\n  Black Talons start flyin, when a nigga flip\n  I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me\n  Man my code name, they called me chef boy r 50\n  Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed, shit\n  Send me them seeds I'll grow em what they need\n  Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib, thats chronic\n  And I'm sellin 'em for 500 a pop god damn it\n  I sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind\n  Step on grapes put in water and tell you it's wine\n  If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and\n  What goes in my mind, its contagious\n  Hypnotic, it sounds melodic\n  If rap was the block or spot, I'll be potent product\n  Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key\n  And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision\n  Moussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothin\n  It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes\n  Or in the jewler switchin chains\n  I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs\n  Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot\n  I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline\n  Play the curv and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin\n  I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state\n  Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate\n  Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape\n  Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake\n  I'm like the East coast number one playboy B\n  Hugh Hefner will tell you he ain't got shit on me\n  The feds watch me, Icey, they can't stop me\n  Racist, pointin at me look at the niggaracci\n  Hello!\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n  Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine\n  And I'll buck you (buck you)\n  I don't care who you run with, or where you from\n  Nigga fuck you (fuck you)\n  I want the finer things in my life\n  So I hustle (hustle)\n"},{"id":18195353,"name":"Robbery","trackName":"Robbery","artistName":"G-Unit","albumName":"Thuggin'","duration":51.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This very necessary, very legendary... 50\nIf I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\nNiggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\nEnd up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\nNigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\nI done told ya one time, but for the last time\nDon't make me put ya brains on the floor\nThis is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\nBuck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\nP, What we got?\n\n10 g's, you gotta be more\nthese nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\nBitch, one more time, you move on the floor,\nand Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\nMan, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\nSpider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\nremind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\nD-tay and fox, billy and fame\ngot us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\nFirst there's one shot, then two shots\nand ya laid out on the floor\nya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\nand they view yo ass in the morgue\nmaybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\nand this shit won't happen again\nCome stunt through my hood, like its all good\nand we runnin up in ya crib\nSouthside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me (Haha)\nIt's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london!(Haha)\nI'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\nknow what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\nyou know? a lot of funny shits been goin on in\nand its been killin me, not to kill you (Haha)\nI'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\ni woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me.\nYa'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch,\ngod damn nigga! thats why u aint neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\nnot kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Robbery\n  artist: G-Unit\n  album: Thuggin'\n  duration_ms: 51000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This very necessary, very legendary... 50\n  If I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\n  Niggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\n  End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\n  Nigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\n  I done told ya one time, but for the last time\n  Don't make me put ya brains on the floor\n  This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\n  Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\n  P, What we got?\n\n  10 g's, you gotta be more\n  these nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\n  Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor,\n  and Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\n  Man, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n  50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\n  Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\n  remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\n  D-tay and fox, billy and fame\n  got us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\n  First there's one shot, then two shots\n  and ya laid out on the floor\n  ya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\n  and they view yo ass in the morgue\n  maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\n  and this shit won't happen again\n  Come stunt through my hood, like its all good\n  and we runnin up in ya crib\n  Southside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me (Haha)\n  It's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london!(Haha)\n  I'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\n  know what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\n  you know? a lot of funny shits been goin on in\n  and its been killin me, not to kill you (Haha)\n  I'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\n  i woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me.\n  Ya'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch,\n  god damn nigga! thats why u aint neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\n  not kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!\n"},{"id":10108858,"name":"Robbery","trackName":"Robbery","artistName":"G‐Unit","albumName":"Thuggin'","duration":51.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This very necessary, very legendary... 50\nIf I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\nNiggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\nEnd up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\nNigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\nI done told ya one time, but for the last time\nDon't make me put ya brains on the floor\nThis is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\nBuck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\nP, What we got?\n\n10 g's, you gotta be more\nthese nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\nBitch, one more time, you move on the floor,\nand Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\nMan, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\nSpider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\nremind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\nD-tay and fox, billy and fame\ngot us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\nFirst there's one shot, then two shots\nand ya laid out on the floor\nya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\nand they view yo ass in the morgue\nmaybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\nand this shit won't happen again\nCome stunt through my hood, like its all good\nand we runnin up in ya crib\nSouthside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me (Haha)\nIt's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london!(Haha)\nI'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\nknow what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\nyou know? a lot of funny shits been goin on in\nand its been killin me, not to kill you (Haha)\nI'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\ni woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me.\nYa'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch,\ngod damn nigga! thats why u aint neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\nnot kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Robbery\n  artist: G‐Unit\n  album: Thuggin'\n  duration_ms: 51000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This very necessary, very legendary... 50\n  If I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why\n\n  Niggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac\n  End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat\n  Nigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw\n  I done told ya one time, but for the last time\n  Don't make me put ya brains on the floor\n  This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor\n  Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door\n  P, What we got?\n\n  10 g's, you gotta be more\n  these nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw\n\n  Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor,\n  and Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord\n\n  Man, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich\n  50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit\n\n  Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash\n  remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav\n\n  D-tay and fox, billy and fame\n  got us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game\n\n  First there's one shot, then two shots\n  and ya laid out on the floor\n  ya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops\n  and they view yo ass in the morgue\n  maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right\n  and this shit won't happen again\n  Come stunt through my hood, like its all good\n  and we runnin up in ya crib\n  Southside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me (Haha)\n  It's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london!(Haha)\n  I'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back\n  know what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man\n  you know? a lot of funny shits been goin on in\n  and its been killin me, not to kill you (Haha)\n  I'm a tell u niggas the truth right,\n  i woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me.\n  Ya'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch,\n  god damn nigga! thats why u aint neva go to jail nigga? ah shit\n  not kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!\n"}]