[{"id":33665266,"name":"10 - Geto Boys - Do Yo Time","trackName":"10 - Geto Boys - Do Yo Time","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay, what's up nigga?\nWhat's up Face?\nSo I came by to visit you dog\n\nWhat's up then nigga?\nMotherfuckers tellin me you snitchin\n\nSnitchin?\nNigga you snitchin dog\nNigga fuck that\nYou muthafuckin lyin, nigga\nI know you in this muthafucka snitchin\nNigga I ain't, ain't never like that\nWhy the fuck they be no time, don't they nigga?\nNah, hold up nigga, that was yo shit\n\nYou down on yo ass in here\nThat was yo muthafuckin dope, nigga\nYou want me to do a muthafuckin bid and you ride out?\n\nSince the beginning I had my mind on winning\nGotta get me some cash, cause I'm down on my ass\n\nPressure bustin my pipes and got my mind thinkin evil\nLike standin outside in the front yard, killin people\nInsane thoughts, I often plot my suicide\nLike standin on the Transco towers and just dive\nAnd die, and end it all, fuck who left behind\nAnd I look back what I read off in Job and then I cry\nAnd cry, and think back of the days gone by\nAll the O.G.'s on lockdown, waitin to see the red sky\nTime flies, when you out there doin dirty\n\nWork to your homeboys, die before you thirty\nMan these streets is dirty, full of niggas on a rampage\nTryin to get they dough dough, goin off to blow dough\nDyin in they Havana Joe's, gone with the wind\nFuck how you started, you finish strong in the end\nI play to win, keep that in mind comin in\nFor you niggas out here snitchin, get up out the kitchen\n\nIf they catch you with a chicken nigga (Go and do your time)\nYou get popped for a homicide (Go and do your time)\nAnd put yo ass away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\nYou just go and do yo time nigga (Go and do your time)\nIf you caught with swishers weed (Go and do your time)\nWhy the fuck you callin me? (Go and do your time)\nPut you away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\nDo yo time muthafucka (Go and do your time)\n\nNow whether it's a robbery or a killin\n\nI take my secrets to the grave with me, fuck squealin\nI ain't scared willin to do time on this dickhead\nAnd a nigga, ain't gotta give me shit\nFeds want me to sing but like a jailbird it just don't fly\nBefore I, help them funky ass laws I'd rather die\n\nI'm strictly wary of those who expect the code of silence\nAnd I tips the merry, hoes who snitch with violence\nNo confession, they can lock me up and hide the key\nBut them bitches, ain't gettin a muthafuckin thing outta me\n\nI tell my homies on the streets, do your dirt by your solo\nAnd don't be fuckin around with bitches, that you don't know\nIf you ain't snitchin nigga, and you ain't raisin no hell\n\nWhy the fuck they keep movin you from cell to cell?\nLet me out, I'll bet I'll get the last laugh\nMuthafucka, cause I'm gon' kill yo ass\n\nI think it's time for y'all to bury your bitch\nSix niggas that can carry your bitch\nGhetto bitch don't fuck around with no snitch\nBest believe you gon' shit and bleed\nWhen you holdin more, keys than me, I don't believe it\nFake ass, snake ass, snitch ass hoes\nI'll be bustin hollow tips through yo door, you must go\n\nOh no I got the laws on me\nThey got they guns cocked and they sic they muthafuckin dogs on me\nLook, I got two pounds in the trunk\nA chicken and a black tie and, two loaded four fives and\nI got a bitch made nigga with me\nI ain't scared of time, I ain't scared of dyin\nI ain't scared of crime, go and do yo time nigga\nI ain't scared of dyin, I ain't scared of crime\nGo and do yo time nigga, go and do yo time nigga\n\nWhy you sittin around eyes all puffy, sheddin tears\nShakin like a muthafucka, scared like them queers\nTrick you did a crime, go and do the time\nDon't be no muthafuckin mouse fool, no time to whine\nNow you think it's over with but it's far from the end\nCause yo bitch ass done fucked up and snitched on her twin\nNow it's time to stop your heartbeat\nO'Dre, Zay'll fuck up yo whole family sleep, and bomb the street\nYou shoulda did yo time nigga\nYour family's mine nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 10 - Geto Boys - Do Yo Time\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ay, what's up nigga?\n  What's up Face?\n  So I came by to visit you dog\n\n  What's up then nigga?\n  Motherfuckers tellin me you snitchin\n\n  Snitchin?\n  Nigga you snitchin dog\n  Nigga fuck that\n  You muthafuckin lyin, nigga\n  I know you in this muthafucka snitchin\n  Nigga I ain't, ain't never like that\n  Why the fuck they be no time, don't they nigga?\n  Nah, hold up nigga, that was yo shit\n\n  You down on yo ass in here\n  That was yo muthafuckin dope, nigga\n  You want me to do a muthafuckin bid and you ride out?\n\n  Since the beginning I had my mind on winning\n  Gotta get me some cash, cause I'm down on my ass\n\n  Pressure bustin my pipes and got my mind thinkin evil\n  Like standin outside in the front yard, killin people\n  Insane thoughts, I often plot my suicide\n  Like standin on the Transco towers and just dive\n  And die, and end it all, fuck who left behind\n  And I look back what I read off in Job and then I cry\n  And cry, and think back of the days gone by\n  All the O.G.'s on lockdown, waitin to see the red sky\n  Time flies, when you out there doin dirty\n\n  Work to your homeboys, die before you thirty\n  Man these streets is dirty, full of niggas on a rampage\n  Tryin to get they dough dough, goin off to blow dough\n  Dyin in they Havana Joe's, gone with the wind\n  Fuck how you started, you finish strong in the end\n  I play to win, keep that in mind comin in\n  For you niggas out here snitchin, get up out the kitchen\n\n  If they catch you with a chicken nigga (Go and do your time)\n  You get popped for a homicide (Go and do your time)\n  And put yo ass away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\n  You just go and do yo time nigga (Go and do your time)\n  If you caught with swishers weed (Go and do your time)\n  Why the fuck you callin me? (Go and do your time)\n  Put you away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\n  Do yo time muthafucka (Go and do your time)\n\n  Now whether it's a robbery or a killin\n\n  I take my secrets to the grave with me, fuck squealin\n  I ain't scared willin to do time on this dickhead\n  And a nigga, ain't gotta give me shit\n  Feds want me to sing but like a jailbird it just don't fly\n  Before I, help them funky ass laws I'd rather die\n\n  I'm strictly wary of those who expect the code of silence\n  And I tips the merry, hoes who snitch with violence\n  No confession, they can lock me up and hide the key\n  But them bitches, ain't gettin a muthafuckin thing outta me\n\n  I tell my homies on the streets, do your dirt by your solo\n  And don't be fuckin around with bitches, that you don't know\n  If you ain't snitchin nigga, and you ain't raisin no hell\n\n  Why the fuck they keep movin you from cell to cell?\n  Let me out, I'll bet I'll get the last laugh\n  Muthafucka, cause I'm gon' kill yo ass\n\n  I think it's time for y'all to bury your bitch\n  Six niggas that can carry your bitch\n  Ghetto bitch don't fuck around with no snitch\n  Best believe you gon' shit and bleed\n  When you holdin more, keys than me, I don't believe it\n  Fake ass, snake ass, snitch ass hoes\n  I'll be bustin hollow tips through yo door, you must go\n\n  Oh no I got the laws on me\n  They got they guns cocked and they sic they muthafuckin dogs on me\n  Look, I got two pounds in the trunk\n  A chicken and a black tie and, two loaded four fives and\n  I got a bitch made nigga with me\n  I ain't scared of time, I ain't scared of dyin\n  I ain't scared of crime, go and do yo time nigga\n  I ain't scared of dyin, I ain't scared of crime\n  Go and do yo time nigga, go and do yo time nigga\n\n  Why you sittin around eyes all puffy, sheddin tears\n  Shakin like a muthafucka, scared like them queers\n  Trick you did a crime, go and do the time\n  Don't be no muthafuckin mouse fool, no time to whine\n  Now you think it's over with but it's far from the end\n  Cause yo bitch ass done fucked up and snitched on her twin\n  Now it's time to stop your heartbeat\n  O'Dre, Zay'll fuck up yo whole family sleep, and bomb the street\n  You shoulda did yo time nigga\n  Your family's mine nigga\n"},{"id":31526747,"name":"Do Yo Time","trackName":"Do Yo Time","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Hot Club Wax","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay, what's up nigga?\nWhat's up Face?\nSo I came by to visit you dog\n\nWhat's up then nigga?\nMotherfuckers tellin me you snitchin\n\nSnitchin?\nNigga you snitchin dog\nNigga fuck that\nYou muthafuckin lyin, nigga\nI know you in this muthafucka snitchin\nNigga I ain't, ain't never like that\nWhy the fuck they be no time, don't they nigga?\nNah, hold up nigga, that was yo shit\n\nYou down on yo ass in here\nThat was yo muthafuckin dope, nigga\nYou want me to do a muthafuckin bid and you ride out?\n\nSince the beginning I had my mind on winning\nGotta get me some cash, cause I'm down on my ass\n\nPressure bustin my pipes and got my mind thinkin evil\nLike standin outside in the front yard, killin people\nInsane thoughts, I often plot my suicide\nLike standin on the Transco towers and just dive\nAnd die, and end it all, fuck who left behind\nAnd I look back what I read off in Job and then I cry\nAnd cry, and think back of the days gone by\nAll the O.G.'s on lockdown, waitin to see the red sky\nTime flies, when you out there doin dirty\n\nWork to your homeboys, die before you thirty\nMan these streets is dirty, full of niggas on a rampage\nTryin to get they dough dough, goin off to blow dough\nDyin in they Havana Joe's, gone with the wind\nFuck how you started, you finish strong in the end\nI play to win, keep that in mind comin in\nFor you niggas out here snitchin, get up out the kitchen\n\nIf they catch you with a chicken nigga (Go and do your time)\nYou get popped for a homicide (Go and do your time)\nAnd put yo ass away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\nYou just go and do yo time nigga (Go and do your time)\nIf you caught with swishers weed (Go and do your time)\nWhy the fuck you callin me? (Go and do your time)\nPut you away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\nDo yo time muthafucka (Go and do your time)\n\nNow whether it's a robbery or a killin\n\nI take my secrets to the grave with me, fuck squealin\nI ain't scared willin to do time on this dickhead\nAnd a nigga, ain't gotta give me shit\nFeds want me to sing but like a jailbird it just don't fly\nBefore I, help them funky ass laws I'd rather die\n\nI'm strictly wary of those who expect the code of silence\nAnd I tips the merry, hoes who snitch with violence\nNo confession, they can lock me up and hide the key\nBut them bitches, ain't gettin a muthafuckin thing outta me\n\nI tell my homies on the streets, do your dirt by your solo\nAnd don't be fuckin around with bitches, that you don't know\nIf you ain't snitchin nigga, and you ain't raisin no hell\n\nWhy the fuck they keep movin you from cell to cell?\nLet me out, I'll bet I'll get the last laugh\nMuthafucka, cause I'm gon' kill yo ass\n\nI think it's time for y'all to bury your bitch\nSix niggas that can carry your bitch\nGhetto bitch don't fuck around with no snitch\nBest believe you gon' shit and bleed\nWhen you holdin more, keys than me, I don't believe it\nFake ass, snake ass, snitch ass hoes\nI'll be bustin hollow tips through yo door, you must go\n\nOh no I got the laws on me\nThey got they guns cocked and they sic they muthafuckin dogs on me\nLook, I got two pounds in the trunk\nA chicken and a black tie and, two loaded four fives and\nI got a bitch made nigga with me\nI ain't scared of time, I ain't scared of dyin\nI ain't scared of crime, go and do yo time nigga\nI ain't scared of dyin, I ain't scared of crime\nGo and do yo time nigga, go and do yo time nigga\n\nWhy you sittin around eyes all puffy, sheddin tears\nShakin like a muthafucka, scared like them queers\nTrick you did a crime, go and do the time\nDon't be no muthafuckin mouse fool, no time to whine\nNow you think it's over with but it's far from the end\nCause yo bitch ass done fucked up and snitched on her twin\nNow it's time to stop your heartbeat\nO'Dre, Zay'll fuck up yo whole family sleep, and bomb the street\nYou shoulda did yo time nigga\nYour family's mine nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Do Yo Time\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Hot Club Wax\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ay, what's up nigga?\n  What's up Face?\n  So I came by to visit you dog\n\n  What's up then nigga?\n  Motherfuckers tellin me you snitchin\n\n  Snitchin?\n  Nigga you snitchin dog\n  Nigga fuck that\n  You muthafuckin lyin, nigga\n  I know you in this muthafucka snitchin\n  Nigga I ain't, ain't never like that\n  Why the fuck they be no time, don't they nigga?\n  Nah, hold up nigga, that was yo shit\n\n  You down on yo ass in here\n  That was yo muthafuckin dope, nigga\n  You want me to do a muthafuckin bid and you ride out?\n\n  Since the beginning I had my mind on winning\n  Gotta get me some cash, cause I'm down on my ass\n\n  Pressure bustin my pipes and got my mind thinkin evil\n  Like standin outside in the front yard, killin people\n  Insane thoughts, I often plot my suicide\n  Like standin on the Transco towers and just dive\n  And die, and end it all, fuck who left behind\n  And I look back what I read off in Job and then I cry\n  And cry, and think back of the days gone by\n  All the O.G.'s on lockdown, waitin to see the red sky\n  Time flies, when you out there doin dirty\n\n  Work to your homeboys, die before you thirty\n  Man these streets is dirty, full of niggas on a rampage\n  Tryin to get they dough dough, goin off to blow dough\n  Dyin in they Havana Joe's, gone with the wind\n  Fuck how you started, you finish strong in the end\n  I play to win, keep that in mind comin in\n  For you niggas out here snitchin, get up out the kitchen\n\n  If they catch you with a chicken nigga (Go and do your time)\n  You get popped for a homicide (Go and do your time)\n  And put yo ass away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\n  You just go and do yo time nigga (Go and do your time)\n  If you caught with swishers weed (Go and do your time)\n  Why the fuck you callin me? (Go and do your time)\n  Put you away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\n  Do yo time muthafucka (Go and do your time)\n\n  Now whether it's a robbery or a killin\n\n  I take my secrets to the grave with me, fuck squealin\n  I ain't scared willin to do time on this dickhead\n  And a nigga, ain't gotta give me shit\n  Feds want me to sing but like a jailbird it just don't fly\n  Before I, help them funky ass laws I'd rather die\n\n  I'm strictly wary of those who expect the code of silence\n  And I tips the merry, hoes who snitch with violence\n  No confession, they can lock me up and hide the key\n  But them bitches, ain't gettin a muthafuckin thing outta me\n\n  I tell my homies on the streets, do your dirt by your solo\n  And don't be fuckin around with bitches, that you don't know\n  If you ain't snitchin nigga, and you ain't raisin no hell\n\n  Why the fuck they keep movin you from cell to cell?\n  Let me out, I'll bet I'll get the last laugh\n  Muthafucka, cause I'm gon' kill yo ass\n\n  I think it's time for y'all to bury your bitch\n  Six niggas that can carry your bitch\n  Ghetto bitch don't fuck around with no snitch\n  Best believe you gon' shit and bleed\n  When you holdin more, keys than me, I don't believe it\n  Fake ass, snake ass, snitch ass hoes\n  I'll be bustin hollow tips through yo door, you must go\n\n  Oh no I got the laws on me\n  They got they guns cocked and they sic they muthafuckin dogs on me\n  Look, I got two pounds in the trunk\n  A chicken and a black tie and, two loaded four fives and\n  I got a bitch made nigga with me\n  I ain't scared of time, I ain't scared of dyin\n  I ain't scared of crime, go and do yo time nigga\n  I ain't scared of dyin, I ain't scared of crime\n  Go and do yo time nigga, go and do yo time nigga\n\n  Why you sittin around eyes all puffy, sheddin tears\n  Shakin like a muthafucka, scared like them queers\n  Trick you did a crime, go and do the time\n  Don't be no muthafuckin mouse fool, no time to whine\n  Now you think it's over with but it's far from the end\n  Cause yo bitch ass done fucked up and snitched on her twin\n  Now it's time to stop your heartbeat\n  O'Dre, Zay'll fuck up yo whole family sleep, and bomb the street\n  You shoulda did yo time nigga\n  Your family's mine nigga\n"},{"id":31562313,"name":"Do Yo Time","trackName":"Do Yo Time","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay, what's up nigga?\nWhat's up Face?\nSo I came by to visit you dog\n\nWhat's up then nigga?\nMotherfuckers tellin me you snitchin\n\nSnitchin?\nNigga you snitchin dog\nNigga fuck that\nYou muthafuckin lyin, nigga\nI know you in this muthafucka snitchin\nNigga I ain't, ain't never like that\nWhy the fuck they be no time, don't they nigga?\nNah, hold up nigga, that was yo shit\n\nYou down on yo ass in here\nThat was yo muthafuckin dope, nigga\nYou want me to do a muthafuckin bid and you ride out?\n\nSince the beginning I had my mind on winning\nGotta get me some cash, cause I'm down on my ass\n\nPressure bustin my pipes and got my mind thinkin evil\nLike standin outside in the front yard, killin people\nInsane thoughts, I often plot my suicide\nLike standin on the Transco towers and just dive\nAnd die, and end it all, fuck who left behind\nAnd I look back what I read off in Job and then I cry\nAnd cry, and think back of the days gone by\nAll the O.G.'s on lockdown, waitin to see the red sky\nTime flies, when you out there doin dirty\n\nWork to your homeboys, die before you thirty\nMan these streets is dirty, full of niggas on a rampage\nTryin to get they dough dough, goin off to blow dough\nDyin in they Havana Joe's, gone with the wind\nFuck how you started, you finish strong in the end\nI play to win, keep that in mind comin in\nFor you niggas out here snitchin, get up out the kitchen\n\nIf they catch you with a chicken nigga (Go and do your time)\nYou get popped for a homicide (Go and do your time)\nAnd put yo ass away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\nYou just go and do yo time nigga (Go and do your time)\nIf you caught with swishers weed (Go and do your time)\nWhy the fuck you callin me? (Go and do your time)\nPut you away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\nDo yo time muthafucka (Go and do your time)\n\nNow whether it's a robbery or a killin\n\nI take my secrets to the grave with me, fuck squealin\nI ain't scared willin to do time on this dickhead\nAnd a nigga, ain't gotta give me shit\nFeds want me to sing but like a jailbird it just don't fly\nBefore I, help them funky ass laws I'd rather die\n\nI'm strictly wary of those who expect the code of silence\nAnd I tips the merry, hoes who snitch with violence\nNo confession, they can lock me up and hide the key\nBut them bitches, ain't gettin a muthafuckin thing outta me\n\nI tell my homies on the streets, do your dirt by your solo\nAnd don't be fuckin around with bitches, that you don't know\nIf you ain't snitchin nigga, and you ain't raisin no hell\n\nWhy the fuck they keep movin you from cell to cell?\nLet me out, I'll bet I'll get the last laugh\nMuthafucka, cause I'm gon' kill yo ass\n\nI think it's time for y'all to bury your bitch\nSix niggas that can carry your bitch\nGhetto bitch don't fuck around with no snitch\nBest believe you gon' shit and bleed\nWhen you holdin more, keys than me, I don't believe it\nFake ass, snake ass, snitch ass hoes\nI'll be bustin hollow tips through yo door, you must go\n\nOh no I got the laws on me\nThey got they guns cocked and they sic they muthafuckin dogs on me\nLook, I got two pounds in the trunk\nA chicken and a black tie and, two loaded four fives and\nI got a bitch made nigga with me\nI ain't scared of time, I ain't scared of dyin\nI ain't scared of crime, go and do yo time nigga\nI ain't scared of dyin, I ain't scared of crime\nGo and do yo time nigga, go and do yo time nigga\n\nWhy you sittin around eyes all puffy, sheddin tears\nShakin like a muthafucka, scared like them queers\nTrick you did a crime, go and do the time\nDon't be no muthafuckin mouse fool, no time to whine\nNow you think it's over with but it's far from the end\nCause yo bitch ass done fucked up and snitched on her twin\nNow it's time to stop your heartbeat\nO'Dre, Zay'll fuck up yo whole family sleep, and bomb the street\nYou shoulda did yo time nigga\nYour family's mine nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Do Yo Time\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ay, what's up nigga?\n  What's up Face?\n  So I came by to visit you dog\n\n  What's up then nigga?\n  Motherfuckers tellin me you snitchin\n\n  Snitchin?\n  Nigga you snitchin dog\n  Nigga fuck that\n  You muthafuckin lyin, nigga\n  I know you in this muthafucka snitchin\n  Nigga I ain't, ain't never like that\n  Why the fuck they be no time, don't they nigga?\n  Nah, hold up nigga, that was yo shit\n\n  You down on yo ass in here\n  That was yo muthafuckin dope, nigga\n  You want me to do a muthafuckin bid and you ride out?\n\n  Since the beginning I had my mind on winning\n  Gotta get me some cash, cause I'm down on my ass\n\n  Pressure bustin my pipes and got my mind thinkin evil\n  Like standin outside in the front yard, killin people\n  Insane thoughts, I often plot my suicide\n  Like standin on the Transco towers and just dive\n  And die, and end it all, fuck who left behind\n  And I look back what I read off in Job and then I cry\n  And cry, and think back of the days gone by\n  All the O.G.'s on lockdown, waitin to see the red sky\n  Time flies, when you out there doin dirty\n\n  Work to your homeboys, die before you thirty\n  Man these streets is dirty, full of niggas on a rampage\n  Tryin to get they dough dough, goin off to blow dough\n  Dyin in they Havana Joe's, gone with the wind\n  Fuck how you started, you finish strong in the end\n  I play to win, keep that in mind comin in\n  For you niggas out here snitchin, get up out the kitchen\n\n  If they catch you with a chicken nigga (Go and do your time)\n  You get popped for a homicide (Go and do your time)\n  And put yo ass away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\n  You just go and do yo time nigga (Go and do your time)\n  If you caught with swishers weed (Go and do your time)\n  Why the fuck you callin me? 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(Go and do your time)\nPut you away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\nDo yo time muthafucka (Go and do your time)\n\nNow whether it's a robbery or a killin\n\nI take my secrets to the grave with me, fuck squealin\nI ain't scared willin to do time on this dickhead\nAnd a nigga, ain't gotta give me shit\nFeds want me to sing but like a jailbird it just don't fly\nBefore I, help them funky ass laws I'd rather die\n\nI'm strictly wary of those who expect the code of silence\nAnd I tips the merry, hoes who snitch with violence\nNo confession, they can lock me up and hide the key\nBut them bitches, ain't gettin a muthafuckin thing outta me\n\nI tell my homies on the streets, do your dirt by your solo\nAnd don't be fuckin around with bitches, that you don't know\nIf you ain't snitchin nigga, and you ain't raisin no hell\n\nWhy the fuck they keep movin you from cell to cell?\nLet me out, I'll bet I'll get the last laugh\nMuthafucka, cause I'm gon' kill yo ass\n\nI think it's time for y'all to bury your bitch\nSix niggas that can carry your bitch\nGhetto bitch don't fuck around with no snitch\nBest believe you gon' shit and bleed\nWhen you holdin more, keys than me, I don't believe it\nFake ass, snake ass, snitch ass hoes\nI'll be bustin hollow tips through yo door, you must go\n\nOh no I got the laws on me\nThey got they guns cocked and they sic they muthafuckin dogs on me\nLook, I got two pounds in the trunk\nA chicken and a black tie and, two loaded four fives and\nI got a bitch made nigga with me\nI ain't scared of time, I ain't scared of dyin\nI ain't scared of crime, go and do yo time nigga\nI ain't scared of dyin, I ain't scared of crime\nGo and do yo time nigga, go and do yo time nigga\n\nWhy you sittin around eyes all puffy, sheddin tears\nShakin like a muthafucka, scared like them queers\nTrick you did a crime, go and do the time\nDon't be no muthafuckin mouse fool, no time to whine\nNow you think it's over with but it's far from the end\nCause yo bitch ass done fucked up and snitched on her twin\nNow it's time to stop your heartbeat\nO'Dre, Zay'll fuck up yo whole family sleep, and bomb the street\nYou shoulda did yo time nigga\nYour family's mine nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Do Yo Time Feat. 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(Go and do your time)\n  Put you away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\n  Do yo time muthafucka (Go and do your time)\n\n  Now whether it's a robbery or a killin\n\n  I take my secrets to the grave with me, fuck squealin\n  I ain't scared willin to do time on this dickhead\n  And a nigga, ain't gotta give me shit\n  Feds want me to sing but like a jailbird it just don't fly\n  Before I, help them funky ass laws I'd rather die\n\n  I'm strictly wary of those who expect the code of silence\n  And I tips the merry, hoes who snitch with violence\n  No confession, they can lock me up and hide the key\n  But them bitches, ain't gettin a muthafuckin thing outta me\n\n  I tell my homies on the streets, do your dirt by your solo\n  And don't be fuckin around with bitches, that you don't know\n  If you ain't snitchin nigga, and you ain't raisin no hell\n\n  Why the fuck they keep movin you from cell to cell?\n  Let me out, I'll bet I'll get the last laugh\n  Muthafucka, cause I'm gon' kill yo ass\n\n  I think it's time for y'all to bury your bitch\n  Six niggas that can carry your bitch\n  Ghetto bitch don't fuck around with no snitch\n  Best believe you gon' shit and bleed\n  When you holdin more, keys than me, I don't believe it\n  Fake ass, snake ass, snitch ass hoes\n  I'll be bustin hollow tips through yo door, you must go\n\n  Oh no I got the laws on me\n  They got they guns cocked and they sic they muthafuckin dogs on me\n  Look, I got two pounds in the trunk\n  A chicken and a black tie and, two loaded four fives and\n  I got a bitch made nigga with me\n  I ain't scared of time, I ain't scared of dyin\n  I ain't scared of crime, go and do yo time nigga\n  I ain't scared of dyin, I ain't scared of crime\n  Go and do yo time nigga, go and do yo time nigga\n\n  Why you sittin around eyes all puffy, sheddin tears\n  Shakin like a muthafucka, scared like them queers\n  Trick you did a crime, go and do the time\n  Don't be no muthafuckin mouse fool, no time to whine\n  Now you think it's over with but it's far from the end\n  Cause yo bitch ass done fucked up and snitched on her twin\n  Now it's time to stop your heartbeat\n  O'Dre, Zay'll fuck up yo whole family sleep, and bomb the street\n  You shoulda did yo time nigga\n  Your family's mine nigga\n"},{"id":31536552,"name":"Do Yo Time","trackName":"Do Yo Time","artistName":"Geto Boys feat. 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(Go and do your time)\nPut you away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\nDo yo time muthafucka (Go and do your time)\n\nNow whether it's a robbery or a killin\n\nI take my secrets to the grave with me, fuck squealin\nI ain't scared willin to do time on this dickhead\nAnd a nigga, ain't gotta give me shit\nFeds want me to sing but like a jailbird it just don't fly\nBefore I, help them funky ass laws I'd rather die\n\nI'm strictly wary of those who expect the code of silence\nAnd I tips the merry, hoes who snitch with violence\nNo confession, they can lock me up and hide the key\nBut them bitches, ain't gettin a muthafuckin thing outta me\n\nI tell my homies on the streets, do your dirt by your solo\nAnd don't be fuckin around with bitches, that you don't know\nIf you ain't snitchin nigga, and you ain't raisin no hell\n\nWhy the fuck they keep movin you from cell to cell?\nLet me out, I'll bet I'll get the last laugh\nMuthafucka, cause I'm gon' kill yo ass\n\nI think it's time for y'all to bury your bitch\nSix niggas that can carry your bitch\nGhetto bitch don't fuck around with no snitch\nBest believe you gon' shit and bleed\nWhen you holdin more, keys than me, I don't believe it\nFake ass, snake ass, snitch ass hoes\nI'll be bustin hollow tips through yo door, you must go\n\nOh no I got the laws on me\nThey got they guns cocked and they sic they muthafuckin dogs on me\nLook, I got two pounds in the trunk\nA chicken and a black tie and, two loaded four fives and\nI got a bitch made nigga with me\nI ain't scared of time, I ain't scared of dyin\nI ain't scared of crime, go and do yo time nigga\nI ain't scared of dyin, I ain't scared of crime\nGo and do yo time nigga, go and do yo time nigga\n\nWhy you sittin around eyes all puffy, sheddin tears\nShakin like a muthafucka, scared like them queers\nTrick you did a crime, go and do the time\nDon't be no muthafuckin mouse fool, no time to whine\nNow you think it's over with but it's far from the end\nCause yo bitch ass done fucked up and snitched on her twin\nNow it's time to stop your heartbeat\nO'Dre, Zay'll fuck up yo whole family sleep, and bomb the street\nYou shoulda did yo time nigga\nYour family's mine nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Do Yo Time\n  artist: Geto Boys feat. 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(Go and do your time)\n  Put you away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\n  Do yo time muthafucka (Go and do your time)\n\n  Now whether it's a robbery or a killin\n\n  I take my secrets to the grave with me, fuck squealin\n  I ain't scared willin to do time on this dickhead\n  And a nigga, ain't gotta give me shit\n  Feds want me to sing but like a jailbird it just don't fly\n  Before I, help them funky ass laws I'd rather die\n\n  I'm strictly wary of those who expect the code of silence\n  And I tips the merry, hoes who snitch with violence\n  No confession, they can lock me up and hide the key\n  But them bitches, ain't gettin a muthafuckin thing outta me\n\n  I tell my homies on the streets, do your dirt by your solo\n  And don't be fuckin around with bitches, that you don't know\n  If you ain't snitchin nigga, and you ain't raisin no hell\n\n  Why the fuck they keep movin you from cell to cell?\n  Let me out, I'll bet I'll get the last laugh\n  Muthafucka, cause I'm gon' kill yo ass\n\n  I think it's time for y'all to bury your bitch\n  Six niggas that can carry your bitch\n  Ghetto bitch don't fuck around with no snitch\n  Best believe you gon' shit and bleed\n  When you holdin more, keys than me, I don't believe it\n  Fake ass, snake ass, snitch ass hoes\n  I'll be bustin hollow tips through yo door, you must go\n\n  Oh no I got the laws on me\n  They got they guns cocked and they sic they muthafuckin dogs on me\n  Look, I got two pounds in the trunk\n  A chicken and a black tie and, two loaded four fives and\n  I got a bitch made nigga with me\n  I ain't scared of time, I ain't scared of dyin\n  I ain't scared of crime, go and do yo time nigga\n  I ain't scared of dyin, I ain't scared of crime\n  Go and do yo time nigga, go and do yo time nigga\n\n  Why you sittin around eyes all puffy, sheddin tears\n  Shakin like a muthafucka, scared like them queers\n  Trick you did a crime, go and do the time\n  Don't be no muthafuckin mouse fool, no time to whine\n  Now you think it's over with but it's far from the end\n  Cause yo bitch ass done fucked up and snitched on her twin\n  Now it's time to stop your heartbeat\n  O'Dre, Zay'll fuck up yo whole family sleep, and bomb the street\n  You shoulda did yo time nigga\n  Your family's mine nigga\n"},{"id":38805533,"name":"Do Yo Time","trackName":"Do Yo Time","artistName":"Geto Boys Feat. 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Ghetto Twiinz\n  album: Hot Club Wax\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ay, what's up nigga?\n  What's up Face?\n  So I came by to visit you dog\n\n  What's up then nigga?\n  Motherfuckers tellin me you snitchin\n\n  Snitchin?\n  Nigga you snitchin dog\n  Nigga fuck that\n  You muthafuckin lyin, nigga\n  I know you in this muthafucka snitchin\n  Nigga I ain't, ain't never like that\n  Why the fuck they be no time, don't they nigga?\n  Nah, hold up nigga, that was yo shit\n\n  You down on yo ass in here\n  That was yo muthafuckin dope, nigga\n  You want me to do a muthafuckin bid and you ride out?\n\n  Since the beginning I had my mind on winning\n  Gotta get me some cash, cause I'm down on my ass\n\n  Pressure bustin my pipes and got my mind thinkin evil\n  Like standin outside in the front yard, killin people\n  Insane thoughts, I often plot my suicide\n  Like standin on the Transco towers and just dive\n  And die, and end it all, fuck who left behind\n  And I look back what I read off in Job and then I cry\n  And cry, and think back of the days gone by\n  All the O.G.'s on lockdown, waitin to see the red sky\n  Time flies, when you out there doin dirty\n\n  Work to your homeboys, die before you thirty\n  Man these streets is dirty, full of niggas on a rampage\n  Tryin to get they dough dough, goin off to blow dough\n  Dyin in they Havana Joe's, gone with the wind\n  Fuck how you started, you finish strong in the end\n  I play to win, keep that in mind comin in\n  For you niggas out here snitchin, get up out the kitchen\n\n  If they catch you with a chicken nigga (Go and do your time)\n  You get popped for a homicide (Go and do your time)\n  And put yo ass away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\n  You just go and do yo time nigga (Go and do your time)\n  If you caught with swishers weed (Go and do your time)\n  Why the fuck you callin me? (Go and do your time)\n  Put you away for the summertime (Go and do your time)\n  Do yo time muthafucka (Go and do your time)\n\n  Now whether it's a robbery or a killin\n\n  I take my secrets to the grave with me, fuck squealin\n  I ain't scared willin to do time on this dickhead\n  And a nigga, ain't gotta give me shit\n  Feds want me to sing but like a jailbird it just don't fly\n  Before I, help them funky ass laws I'd rather die\n\n  I'm strictly wary of those who expect the code of silence\n  And I tips the merry, hoes who snitch with violence\n  No confession, they can lock me up and hide the key\n  But them bitches, ain't gettin a muthafuckin thing outta me\n\n  I tell my homies on the streets, do your dirt by your solo\n  And don't be fuckin around with bitches, that you don't know\n  If you ain't snitchin nigga, and you ain't raisin no hell\n\n  Why the fuck they keep movin you from cell to cell?\n  Let me out, I'll bet I'll get the last laugh\n  Muthafucka, cause I'm gon' kill yo ass\n\n  I think it's time for y'all to bury your bitch\n  Six niggas that can carry your bitch\n  Ghetto bitch don't fuck around with no snitch\n  Best believe you gon' shit and bleed\n  When you holdin more, keys than me, I don't believe it\n  Fake ass, snake ass, snitch ass hoes\n  I'll be bustin hollow tips through yo door, you must go\n\n  Oh no I got the laws on me\n  They got they guns cocked and they sic they muthafuckin dogs on me\n  Look, I got two pounds in the trunk\n  A chicken and a black tie and, two loaded four fives and\n  I got a bitch made nigga with me\n  I ain't scared of time, I ain't scared of dyin\n  I ain't scared of crime, go and do yo time nigga\n  I ain't scared of dyin, I ain't scared of crime\n  Go and do yo time nigga, go and do yo time nigga\n\n  Why you sittin around eyes all puffy, sheddin tears\n  Shakin like a muthafucka, scared like them queers\n  Trick you did a crime, go and do the time\n  Don't be no muthafuckin mouse fool, no time to whine\n  Now you think it's over with but it's far from the end\n  Cause yo bitch ass done fucked up and snitched on her twin\n  Now it's time to stop your heartbeat\n  O'Dre, Zay'll fuck up yo whole family sleep, and bomb the street\n  You shoulda did yo time nigga\n  Your family's mine nigga\n"}]