[{"id":14085593,"name":"Hold It Down (instrumental)","trackName":"Hold It Down (instrumental)","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Geto Fantasy","duration":327.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n\nFACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G B\nFor the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n\nGun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\nSeen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\nPut him outside his innerself\nTook his lifeline from him\nNever got the chance to see who done it\nJust niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\nBefoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\nAnd all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\nEyes to the back of his head, wide open\nAnd I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\nBecause this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\nBut still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\nAs they gaze at the corpse\nBefore they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\nThat's all she wrote\nEverybody got a time and a place they die\nBut if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n\n() x2\n\nHold it down, gang type mobbin'\n4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\nIf life was a game, that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live\nAnd the po' niggas would die\n\nWay down in the south, deep, on the creep\nThere was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\nNigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\nCame up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\nWhat it look like?\nOn the south side ti be hoppin'\nRespect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\nI got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\nShot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\nBut oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all\nMeanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate\nA fool that want to pop lip\nTo turn and shake and gyrate, as I\n\nUp in the set you see me robbin'\nSippin' on the Hennessy\nLook up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\nEyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\nSlowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\nI'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco\nBut never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\nI test those who ain't never seen me jump\nLight they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\nMotherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\nLeave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\nUnderstand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\nCause up in this game fuckers aim and you forgotten\nI'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\nAnd I catch those tryin to escape\nWhere they goin? Up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head, wit a .38\nReady to murder, straight through your chest\nWit no time to waste, I\n\nX2\n\nLook at him, bleedin from the mob\nThere goes another nigga, gone\nBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\nTryin to fuck these same bitches\nStrange niggas, tryin to check nuts\nI just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\nAll of a sudden (????)\nGoddamn there they go wit all that shit\nShankin and shootin and squabblin\nBut you know I'm holdin it down\nGang type mobbin\n\nI'm havin bad luck Willie\nFeelin like I lost my dog\nLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\nAin't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\nSpray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\nHearin that you holdin what we did\nUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\nCome again come come niggas get toasted\nOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\nAnd leave em turned up\nIs this that motherfuckin P A Y\nBack city and its shitty but for show they timed it\nYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin but can't run all night\nSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\nAnd I'm\n\nX2\n\nThe rich niggas will live\nThe poor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nIs that how it goes?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n[00:07.29] FACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G B\n[00:16.38] For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:24.50] Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\n[00:28.19] Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\n[00:31.76] Put him outside his innerself\n[00:32.74] Took his lifeline from him\n[00:35.49] Never got the chance to see who done it\n[00:37.29] Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\n[00:39.94] Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\n[00:42.70] And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\n[00:46.36] Eyes to the back of his head, wide open\n[00:49.09] And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n[00:51.77] Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\n[00:54.59] But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\n[00:57.24] As they gaze at the corpse\n[00:59.00] Before they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n[01:02.71] That's all she wrote\n[01:07.29] Everybody got a time and a place they die\n[01:09.01] But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n[01:12.72] () x2\n[01:14.50] Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n[01:15.44] 4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n[01:18.15] If life was a game, that money could buy\n[01:21.80] The rich niggas would live\n[01:22.72] And the po' niggas would die\n[01:24.52] Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n[01:38.75] There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\n[01:41.42] Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n[01:44.16] Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\n[01:46.80] What it look like?\n[01:48.69] On the south side ti be hoppin'\n[01:50.55] Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n[01:53.28] I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n[01:55.99] Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n[01:59.55] But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n[02:02.24] 4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all\n[02:04.04] Meanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate\n[02:07.74] A fool that want to pop lip\n[02:09.54] To turn and shake and gyrate, as I\n[02:11.38] Up in the set you see me robbin'\n[02:24.04] Sippin' on the Hennessy\n[02:24.91] Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\n[02:27.67] Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\n[02:31.32] Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\n[02:34.02] I'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco\n[02:36.74] But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\n[02:40.46] I test those who ain't never seen me jump\n[02:43.17] Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\n[02:45.89] Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\n[02:48.58] Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\n[02:51.32] Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\n[02:54.92] Cause up in this game fuckers aim and you forgotten\n[02:57.78] I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\n[03:00.48] And I catch those tryin to escape\n[03:02.20] Where they goin? Up out the back door\n[03:04.00] And I'm at your head, wit a .38\n[03:05.86] Ready to murder, straight through your chest\n[03:07.63] Wit no time to waste, I\n[03:14.06] X2\n[03:16.72] Look at him, bleedin from the mob\n[03:17.65] There goes another nigga, gone\n[03:34.05] Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\n[03:38.58] Niggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\n[03:42.27] Tryin to fuck these same bitches\n[03:43.16] Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts\n[03:44.07] I just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\n[03:46.76] All of a sudden (????)\n[03:48.52] Goddamn there they go wit all that shit\n[03:51.21] Shankin and shootin and squabblin\n[03:53.05] But you know I'm holdin it down\n[03:54.84] Gang type mobbin\n[03:56.78] I'm havin bad luck Willie\n[03:57.65] Feelin like I lost my dog\n[03:58.59] Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\n[04:00.32] Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\n[04:05.78] Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\n[04:07.63] I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\n[04:11.28] Hearin that you holdin what we did\n[04:12.15] Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\n[04:14.83] Come again come come niggas get toasted\n[04:15.77] Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\n[04:19.47] And leave em turned up\n[04:20.36] Is this that motherfuckin P A Y\n[04:23.06] Back city and its shitty but for show they timed it\n[04:25.77] You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\n[04:26.65] You see it and start runnin but can't run all night\n[04:31.26] Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\n[04:33.92] Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n[04:36.69] And I'm\n[04:43.93] X2\n[04:52.15] The rich niggas will live\n[04:53.05] The poor niggas will die\n[05:15.78] So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n[05:21.13] Is that how it goes?\n[05:23.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hold It Down (instrumental)\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Geto 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stand dazed\n  As they gaze at the corpse\n  Before they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n  That's all she wrote\n  Everybody got a time and a place they die\n  But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n\n  () x2\n\n  Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n  4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n  If life was a game, that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live\n  And the po' niggas would die\n\n  Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n  There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\n  Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n  Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\n  What it look like?\n  On the south side ti be hoppin'\n  Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n  I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n  Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n  But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n  4 5 knucklehead from the mob 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Up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head, wit a .38\nReady to murder, straight through your chest\nWit no time to waste, I\n\nX2\n\nLook at him, bleedin from the mob\nThere goes another nigga, gone\nBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\nTryin to fuck these same bitches\nStrange niggas, tryin to check nuts\nI just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\nAll of a sudden (????)\nGoddamn there they go wit all that shit\nShankin and shootin and squabblin\nBut you know I'm holdin it down\nGang type mobbin\n\nI'm havin bad luck Willie\nFeelin like I lost my dog\nLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\nAin't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\nSpray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\nHearin that you holdin what we did\nUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\nCome again come come niggas get toasted\nOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\nAnd leave em turned up\nIs this that motherfuckin P A Y\nBack city and its shitty but for show they timed it\nYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin but can't run all night\nSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\nAnd I'm\n\nX2\n\nThe rich niggas will live\nThe poor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nIs that how it goes?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hold It Down (LP version)\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Geto Fantasy\n  duration_ms: 330000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n\n  FACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G B\n  For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n\n  Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\n  Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\n  Put him outside his innerself\n  Took his lifeline from him\n  Never got the chance to see who done it\n  Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\n  Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\n  And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\n  Eyes to the back of his head, wide open\n  And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n  Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\n  But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\n  As they gaze at the corpse\n  Before they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n  That's all she wrote\n  Everybody got a time and a place they die\n  But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n\n  () x2\n\n  Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n  4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n  If life was a game, that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live\n  And the po' niggas would die\n\n  Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n  There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\n  Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n  Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\n  What it look like?\n  On the south side ti be hoppin'\n  Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n  I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n  Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n  But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n  4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all\n  Meanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate\n  A fool that want to pop lip\n  To turn and shake and gyrate, as I\n\n  Up in the set you see me robbin'\n  Sippin' on the Hennessy\n  Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\n  Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\n  Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\n  I'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco\n  But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\n  I test those who ain't never seen me jump\n  Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\n  Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\n  Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\n  Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\n  Cause up in this game fuckers aim and you forgotten\n  I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\n  And I catch those tryin to escape\n  Where they goin? Up out the back door\n  And I'm at your head, wit a .38\n  Ready to murder, straight through your chest\n  Wit no time to waste, I\n\n  X2\n\n  Look at him, bleedin from the mob\n  There goes another nigga, gone\n  Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\n  Niggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\n  Tryin to fuck these same bitches\n  Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts\n  I just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\n  All of a sudden (????)\n  Goddamn there they go wit all that shit\n  Shankin and shootin and squabblin\n  But you know I'm holdin it down\n  Gang type mobbin\n\n  I'm havin bad luck Willie\n  Feelin like I lost my dog\n  Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\n  Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\n  Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\n  I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\n  Hearin that you holdin what we did\n  Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\n  Come again come come niggas get toasted\n  Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\n  And leave em turned up\n  Is this that motherfuckin P A Y\n  Back city and its shitty but for show they timed it\n  You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\n  You see it and start runnin but can't run all night\n  Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\n  Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n  And I'm\n\n  X2\n\n  The rich niggas will live\n  The poor niggas will die\n  So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n  Is that how it goes?\n"},{"id":22814887,"name":"geto boys - hold it down -fac","trackName":"geto boys - hold it down -fac","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Resurrection","duration":327.579375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n\nFACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G B\nFor the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n\nGun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\nSeen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\nPut him outside his innerself\nTook his lifeline from him\nNever got the chance to see who done it\nJust niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\nBefoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\nAnd all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\nEyes to the back of his head, wide open\nAnd I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\nBecause this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\nBut still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\nAs they gaze at the corpse\nBefore they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\nThat's all she wrote\nEverybody got a time and a place they die\nBut if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n\n() x2\n\nHold it down, gang type mobbin'\n4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\nIf life was a game, that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live\nAnd the po' niggas would die\n\nWay down in the south, deep, on the creep\nThere was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\nNigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\nCame up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\nWhat it look like?\nOn the south side ti be hoppin'\nRespect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\nI got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\nShot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\nBut oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all\nMeanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate\nA fool that want to pop lip\nTo turn and shake and gyrate, as I\n\nUp in the set you see me robbin'\nSippin' on the Hennessy\nLook up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\nEyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\nSlowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\nI'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco\nBut never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\nI test those who ain't never seen me jump\nLight they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\nMotherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\nLeave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\nUnderstand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\nCause up in this game fuckers aim and you forgotten\nI'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\nAnd I catch those tryin to escape\nWhere they goin? Up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head, wit a .38\nReady to murder, straight through your chest\nWit no time to waste, I\n\nX2\n\nLook at him, bleedin from the mob\nThere goes another nigga, gone\nBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\nTryin to fuck these same bitches\nStrange niggas, tryin to check nuts\nI just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\nAll of a sudden (????)\nGoddamn there they go wit all that shit\nShankin and shootin and squabblin\nBut you know I'm holdin it down\nGang type mobbin\n\nI'm havin bad luck Willie\nFeelin like I lost my dog\nLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\nAin't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\nSpray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\nHearin that you holdin what we did\nUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\nCome again come come niggas get toasted\nOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\nAnd leave em turned up\nIs this that motherfuckin P A Y\nBack city and its shitty but for show they timed it\nYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin but can't run all night\nSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\nAnd I'm\n\nX2\n\nThe rich niggas will live\nThe poor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nIs that how it goes?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n[00:07.29] FACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G B\n[00:16.38] For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:24.50] Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\n[00:28.19] Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\n[00:31.76] Put him outside his innerself\n[00:32.74] Took his lifeline from him\n[00:35.49] Never got the chance to see who done it\n[00:37.29] Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\n[00:39.94] Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\n[00:42.70] And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\n[00:46.36] Eyes to the back of his head, wide open\n[00:49.09] And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n[00:51.77] Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\n[00:54.59] But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\n[00:57.24] As they gaze at the corpse\n[00:59.00] Before they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n[01:02.71] That's all she wrote\n[01:07.29] Everybody got a time and a place they die\n[01:09.01] But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n[01:12.72] () x2\n[01:14.50] Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n[01:15.44] 4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n[01:18.15] If life was a game, that money could buy\n[01:21.80] The rich niggas would live\n[01:22.72] And the po' niggas would die\n[01:24.52] Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n[01:38.75] There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\n[01:41.42] Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n[01:44.16] Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\n[01:46.80] What it look like?\n[01:48.69] On the south side ti be hoppin'\n[01:50.55] Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n[01:53.28] I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n[01:55.99] Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n[01:59.55] But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n[02:02.24] 4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all\n[02:04.04] Meanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate\n[02:07.74] A fool that want to pop lip\n[02:09.54] To turn and shake and gyrate, as I\n[02:11.38] Up in the set you see me robbin'\n[02:24.04] Sippin' on the Hennessy\n[02:24.91] Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\n[02:27.67] Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\n[02:31.32] Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\n[02:34.02] I'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco\n[02:36.74] But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\n[02:40.46] I test those who ain't never seen me jump\n[02:43.17] Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\n[02:45.89] Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\n[02:48.58] Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\n[02:51.32] Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\n[02:54.92] Cause up in this game fuckers aim and you forgotten\n[02:57.78] I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\n[03:00.48] And I catch those tryin to escape\n[03:02.20] Where they goin? 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stand dazed\n  As they gaze at the corpse\n  Before they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n  That's all she wrote\n  Everybody got a time and a place they die\n  But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n\n  () x2\n\n  Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n  4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n  If life was a game, that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live\n  And the po' niggas would die\n\n  Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n  There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\n  Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n  Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\n  What it look like?\n  On the south side ti be hoppin'\n  Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n  I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n  Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n  But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n  4 5 knucklehead from the mob 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up out the back door\n  And I'm at your head, wit a .38\n  Ready to murder, straight through your chest\n  Wit no time to waste, ix2\n  Look at him, bleedin from the mob\n  There goes another nigga, gone\n  Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\n  Niggas can't get along, specially at these clubs\n  Tryin to fuck these same bitches\n  Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts\n  I just look as I drink my drink and I'm blown\n  All of a sudden, out of nothin'\n  Goddamn there they go wit all that shit\n  Shankin and shootin and squabblin\n  But you know I'm holdin it down\n  Gang type mobbin\n  I'm havin bad luck willie\n  Feelin like I lost my dog\n  Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\n  Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\n  Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\n  I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\n  Hearin that you holdin what we did\n  Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\n  Come again come come niggas get toasted\n  Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\n  And leave em turned up\n  Is this that motherfuckin p a y\n  Back city and it's shitty but for show they timed it\n  You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\n  You see it and start runnin but can't run all night\n  Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\n  Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n  [its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize\n  What you doin time\n  And i'mx2\n  The rich niggas will live\n  The poor niggas will die\n  So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n  Is that how it goes?\n"},{"id":6320493,"name":"Hold It Down","trackName":"Hold It Down","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Resurrection","duration":328.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n\nFACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G B\nFor the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n\nGun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\nSeen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\nPut him outside his innerself\nTook his lifeline from him\nNever got the chance to see who done it\nJust niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\nBefoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\nAnd all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\nEyes to the back of his head, wide open\nAnd I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\nBecause this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\nBut still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\nAs they gaze at the corpse\nBefore they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\nThat's all she wrote\nEverybody got a time and a place they die\nBut if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n\n() x2\n\nHold it down, gang type mobbin'\n4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\nIf life was a game, that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live\nAnd the po' niggas would die\n\nWay down in the south, deep, on the creep\nThere was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\nNigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\nCame up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\nWhat it look like?\nOn the south side ti be hoppin'\nRespect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\nI got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\nShot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\nBut oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all\nMeanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate\nA fool that want to pop lip\nTo turn and shake and gyrate, as I\n\nUp in the set you see me robbin'\nSippin' on the Hennessy\nLook up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\nEyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\nSlowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\nI'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco\nBut never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\nI test those who ain't never seen me jump\nLight they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\nMotherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\nLeave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\nUnderstand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\nCause up in this game fuckers aim and you forgotten\nI'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\nAnd I catch those tryin to escape\nWhere they goin? Up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head, wit a .38\nReady to murder, straight through your chest\nWit no time to waste, I\n\nX2\n\nLook at him, bleedin from the mob\nThere goes another nigga, gone\nBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\nTryin to fuck these same bitches\nStrange niggas, tryin to check nuts\nI just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\nAll of a sudden (????)\nGoddamn there they go wit all that shit\nShankin and shootin and squabblin\nBut you know I'm holdin it down\nGang type mobbin\n\nI'm havin bad luck Willie\nFeelin like I lost my dog\nLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\nAin't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\nSpray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\nHearin that you holdin what we did\nUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\nCome again come come niggas get toasted\nOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\nAnd leave em turned up\nIs this that motherfuckin P A Y\nBack city and its shitty but for show they timed it\nYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin but can't run all night\nSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\nAnd I'm\n\nX2\n\nThe rich niggas will live\nThe poor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nIs that how it goes?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n[00:07.29] FACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G B\n[00:16.38] For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:24.50] Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\n[00:28.19] Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\n[00:31.76] Put him outside his innerself\n[00:32.74] Took his lifeline from him\n[00:35.49] Never got the chance to see who done it\n[00:37.29] Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\n[00:39.94] Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\n[00:42.70] And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\n[00:46.36] Eyes to the back of his head, wide open\n[00:49.09] And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n[00:51.77] Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\n[00:54.59] But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\n[00:57.24] As they gaze at the corpse\n[00:59.00] Before they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n[01:02.71] That's all she wrote\n[01:07.29] Everybody got a time and a place they die\n[01:09.01] But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n[01:12.72] () x2\n[01:14.50] Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n[01:15.44] 4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n[01:18.15] If life was a game, that money could buy\n[01:21.80] The rich niggas would live\n[01:22.72] And the po' niggas would die\n[01:24.52] Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n[01:38.75] There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\n[01:41.42] Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n[01:44.16] Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\n[01:46.80] What it look like?\n[01:48.69] On the south side ti be hoppin'\n[01:50.55] Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n[01:53.28] I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n[01:55.99] Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n[01:59.55] But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n[02:02.24] 4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all\n[02:04.04] Meanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate\n[02:07.74] A fool that want to pop lip\n[02:09.54] To turn and shake and gyrate, as I\n[02:11.38] Up in the set you see me robbin'\n[02:24.04] Sippin' on the Hennessy\n[02:24.91] Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\n[02:27.67] Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\n[02:31.32] Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\n[02:34.02] I'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco\n[02:36.74] But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\n[02:40.46] I test those who ain't never seen me jump\n[02:43.17] Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\n[02:45.89] Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\n[02:48.58] Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\n[02:51.32] Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\n[02:54.92] Cause up in this game fuckers aim and you forgotten\n[02:57.78] I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\n[03:00.48] And I catch those tryin to escape\n[03:02.20] Where they goin? Up out the back door\n[03:04.00] And I'm at your head, wit a .38\n[03:05.86] Ready to murder, straight through your chest\n[03:07.63] Wit no time to waste, I\n[03:14.06] X2\n[03:16.72] Look at him, bleedin from the mob\n[03:17.65] There goes another nigga, gone\n[03:34.05] Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\n[03:38.58] Niggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\n[03:42.27] Tryin to fuck these same bitches\n[03:43.16] Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts\n[03:44.07] I just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\n[03:46.76] All of a sudden (????)\n[03:48.52] Goddamn there they go wit all that shit\n[03:51.21] Shankin and shootin and squabblin\n[03:53.05] But you know I'm holdin it down\n[03:54.84] Gang type mobbin\n[03:56.78] I'm havin bad luck Willie\n[03:57.65] Feelin like I lost my dog\n[03:58.59] Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\n[04:00.32] Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\n[04:05.78] Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\n[04:07.63] I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\n[04:11.28] Hearin that you holdin what we did\n[04:12.15] Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\n[04:14.83] Come again come come niggas get toasted\n[04:15.77] Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\n[04:19.47] And leave em turned up\n[04:20.36] Is this that motherfuckin P A Y\n[04:23.06] Back city and its shitty but for show they timed it\n[04:25.77] You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\n[04:26.65] You see it and start runnin but can't run all night\n[04:31.26] Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\n[04:33.92] Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n[04:36.69] And I'm\n[04:43.93] X2\n[04:52.15] The rich niggas will live\n[04:53.05] The poor niggas will die\n[05:15.78] So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n[05:21.13] Is that how it goes?\n[05:23.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hold It Down\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: The Resurrection\n  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Up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head, wit a .38\nReady to murder, straight through your chest\nWit no time to waste, I\n\nX2\n\nLook at him, bleedin from the mob\nThere goes another nigga, gone\nBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\nTryin to fuck these same bitches\nStrange niggas, tryin to check nuts\nI just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\nAll of a sudden (????)\nGoddamn there they go wit all that shit\nShankin and shootin and squabblin\nBut you know I'm holdin it down\nGang type mobbin\n\nI'm havin bad luck Willie\nFeelin like I lost my dog\nLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\nAin't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\nSpray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\nHearin that you holdin what we did\nUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\nCome again come come niggas get toasted\nOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\nAnd leave em turned up\nIs this that motherfuckin P A Y\nBack city and its shitty but for show they timed it\nYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin but can't run all night\nSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\nAnd I'm\n\nX2\n\nThe rich niggas will live\nThe poor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nIs that how it goes?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n[00:07.29] FACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G B\n[00:16.38] For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:24.50] Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\n[00:28.19] Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\n[00:31.76] Put him outside his innerself\n[00:32.74] Took his lifeline from him\n[00:35.49] Never got the chance to see who done it\n[00:37.29] Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\n[00:39.94] Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\n[00:42.70] And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\n[00:46.36] Eyes to the back of his head, wide open\n[00:49.09] And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n[00:51.77] Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\n[00:54.59] But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\n[00:57.24] As they gaze at the corpse\n[00:59.00] Before they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n[01:02.71] That's all she wrote\n[01:07.29] Everybody got a time and a place they die\n[01:09.01] But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n[01:12.72] () x2\n[01:14.50] Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n[01:15.44] 4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n[01:18.15] If life was a game, that money could buy\n[01:21.80] The rich niggas would live\n[01:22.72] And the po' niggas would die\n[01:24.52] Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n[01:38.75] There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\n[01:41.42] Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n[01:44.16] Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\n[01:46.80] What it look like?\n[01:48.69] On the south side ti be hoppin'\n[01:50.55] Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n[01:53.28] I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n[01:55.99] Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n[01:59.55] But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n[02:02.24] 4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all\n[02:04.04] Meanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate\n[02:07.74] A fool that want to pop lip\n[02:09.54] To turn and shake and gyrate, as I\n[02:11.38] Up in the set you see me robbin'\n[02:24.04] Sippin' on the Hennessy\n[02:24.91] Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\n[02:27.67] Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\n[02:31.32] Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\n[02:34.02] I'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco\n[02:36.74] But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\n[02:40.46] I test those who ain't never seen me jump\n[02:43.17] Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\n[02:45.89] Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\n[02:48.58] Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\n[02:51.32] Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\n[02:54.92] Cause up in this game fuckers aim and you forgotten\n[02:57.78] I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\n[03:00.48] And I catch those tryin to escape\n[03:02.20] Where they goin? 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gang type mobbin'\n  4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n  If life was a game, that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live\n  And the po' niggas would die\n  Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n  There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' lion feet\n  Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n  Came up short on my skrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\n  What it look like?\n  On the south side ti be hoppin'\n  Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n  I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n  Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n  But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n  4 5 pack o'knuckleheads from the mob ready to serve y'all\n  Meanwhile, i'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\n  A fool that want to pop lip\n  To turn and shake and gyrate, as iUp in the set you see me mobbin'\n  Sippin' on the Hennessy\n  Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\n  Eyes met, and you best 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I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\nBecause this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\nBut still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\nAs they gaze at the corpse\nBefore they drop him in the grave [get paid]\nThat's all he spoke, lights out at your part\nThat's all she wrote\nEverybody got a time and a place they die\nBut if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, i\nx2\nHold it down, gang type mobbin'\n4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\nIf life was a game, that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live\nAnd the po' niggas would die\nWay down in the south, deep, on the creep\nThere was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' lion feet\nNigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\nCame up short on my skrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\nWhat it look like?\nOn the south side ti be hoppin'\nRespect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\nI got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\nShot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\nBut oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n4 5 pack o'knuckleheads from the mob ready to serve y'all\nMeanwhile, i'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\nA fool that want to pop lip\nTo turn and shake and gyrate, as iUp in the set you see me mobbin'\nSippin' on the Hennessy\nLook up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\nEyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\nSlowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\nI'm 'bout to take this hoe break this hoe down like a frisco\nBut never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\nI test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\nLight they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\nMotherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\nLeave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\nUnderstand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\nCause up in this game focus aim and you forgotten\nI'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\nAnd I catch those tryin to escape\nWhere they goin? up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head, wit a .38\nReady to murder, straight through your chest\nWit no time to waste, ix2\nLook at him, bleedin from the mob\nThere goes another nigga, gone\nBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along, specially at these clubs\nTryin to fuck these same bitches\nStrange niggas, tryin to check nuts\nI just look as I drink my drink and I'm blown\nAll of a sudden, out of nothin'\nGoddamn there they go wit all that shit\nShankin and shootin and squabblin\nBut you know I'm holdin it down\nGang type mobbin\nI'm havin bad luck willie\nFeelin like I lost my dog\nLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\nAin't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\nSpray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\nHearin that you holdin what we did\nUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\nCome again come come niggas get toasted\nOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\nAnd leave em turned up\nIs this that motherfuckin p a y\nBack city and it's shitty but for show they timed it\nYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin but can't run all night\nSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n[its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize\nWhat you doin time\nAnd i'mx2\nThe rich niggas will live\nThe poor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nIs that how it goes?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.00] I'ma fix this shit '96\n[00:02.23] Uh\n[00:10.63] Face Mob in the motherfuckin' house\n[00:12.68] The G-B\n[00:13.87] C'mon\n[00:16.15] For the 1993-3\n[00:18.39] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:25.43] Gunshots rang out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?\n[00:28.67] Seen this nigga bite the bullet and damn, fucked him up\n[00:31.66] Put him outside his intercept, took his lifeline from him\n[00:35.65] Never got a chance to see who done it\n[00:37.63] Just niggas runnin'\n[00:38.96] Break into they shit before the gun\n[00:41.84] Put they ass up in the mix\n[00:43.30] And all I seen was him laid out chokin'\n[00:46.56] Eye to the back of his head, wide open\n[00:49.37] And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n[00:52.31] Because this nigga crossed a whole bunch of killers\n[00:55.28] But still a bunch of motherfuckers stand dazed\n[00:58.25] As they gaze at the corpse 'fore they drop him in the grave\n[01:00.91] Get paid, that's all he spoke\n[01:04.13] Lights out at your party, that's all she wrote\n[01:06.91] Everybody's got a time and a place they die\n[01:09.57] But if you out there, crowdin' up your space, it's fly, I\n[01:13.39] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[01:16.00] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[01:18.60] If life was a game that money could buy\n[01:21.42] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[01:24.13] That's why I\n[01:25.08] Hold it 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and gyrate\n[02:11.25] As I\n[02:12.00] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[02:13.98] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[02:17.06] If life was a game that money could buy\n[02:19.78] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[02:22.04] Up in the set, you see me mobbin', sippin' on the Hennessy\n[02:25.48] Looked up in the cut, damn, here comes my enemy\n[02:28.32] Eyes met and you best bet she got her bitches deep\n[02:31.55] Slowly they movin' closer, so I tap my feet\n[02:34.56] I'm 'bout to take this ho, break this ho down like a fresh soap\n[02:37.51] But never let go, up in this game, that's how the best rolls\n[02:40.35] I test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\n[02:43.25] Light they ass up like funk 'cause I ain't scared of you, punk\n[02:46.13] Motherfuckers that think I pull this trigger and blink\n[02:49.08] Leave they ass to stank, then I down the whole drank\n[02:52.04] Understand I'm out the door, tag they toe and leave 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Up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head, wit a .38\nReady to murder, straight through your chest\nWit no time to waste, I\n\nX2\n\nLook at him, bleedin from the mob\nThere goes another nigga, gone\nBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\nTryin to fuck these same bitches\nStrange niggas, tryin to check nuts\nI just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\nAll of a sudden (????)\nGoddamn there they go wit all that shit\nShankin and shootin and squabblin\nBut you know I'm holdin it down\nGang type mobbin\n\nI'm havin bad luck Willie\nFeelin like I lost my dog\nLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\nAin't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\nSpray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\nHearin that you holdin what we did\nUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\nCome again come come niggas get toasted\nOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\nAnd leave em turned up\nIs this that motherfuckin P A Y\nBack city and its shitty but for show they timed it\nYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin but can't run all night\nSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\nAnd I'm\n\nX2\n\nThe rich niggas will live\nThe poor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nIs that how it goes?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n[00:07.29] FACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G B\n[00:16.38] For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:24.50] Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\n[00:28.19] Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\n[00:31.76] Put him outside his innerself\n[00:32.74] Took his lifeline from him\n[00:35.49] Never got the chance to see who done it\n[00:37.29] Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\n[00:39.94] Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\n[00:42.70] And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\n[00:46.36] Eyes to the back of his head, wide open\n[00:49.09] And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n[00:51.77] Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\n[00:54.59] But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\n[00:57.24] As they gaze at the corpse\n[00:59.00] Before they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n[01:02.71] That's all she wrote\n[01:07.29] Everybody got a time and a place they die\n[01:09.01] But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n[01:12.72] () x2\n[01:14.50] Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n[01:15.44] 4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n[01:18.15] If life was a game, that money could buy\n[01:21.80] The rich niggas would live\n[01:22.72] And the po' niggas would die\n[01:24.52] Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n[01:38.75] There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\n[01:41.42] Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n[01:44.16] Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\n[01:46.80] What it look like?\n[01:48.69] On the south side ti be hoppin'\n[01:50.55] Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n[01:53.28] I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n[01:55.99] Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n[01:59.55] But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n[02:02.24] 4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all\n[02:04.04] Meanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate\n[02:07.74] A fool that want to pop lip\n[02:09.54] To turn and shake and gyrate, as I\n[02:11.38] Up in the set you see me robbin'\n[02:24.04] Sippin' on the Hennessy\n[02:24.91] Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\n[02:27.67] Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\n[02:31.32] Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\n[02:34.02] I'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco\n[02:36.74] But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\n[02:40.46] I test those who ain't never seen me jump\n[02:43.17] Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\n[02:45.89] Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\n[02:48.58] Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\n[02:51.32] Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\n[02:54.92] Cause up in this game fuckers aim and you forgotten\n[02:57.78] I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\n[03:00.48] And I catch those tryin to escape\n[03:02.20] Where they goin? Up out the back door\n[03:04.00] And I'm at your head, wit a .38\n[03:05.86] Ready to murder, straight through your chest\n[03:07.63] Wit no time to waste, I\n[03:14.06] X2\n[03:16.72] Look at him, bleedin from the mob\n[03:17.65] There goes another nigga, gone\n[03:34.05] Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\n[03:38.58] Niggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\n[03:42.27] Tryin to fuck these same bitches\n[03:43.16] Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts\n[03:44.07] I just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\n[03:46.76] All of a sudden (????)\n[03:48.52] Goddamn there they go wit all that shit\n[03:51.21] Shankin and shootin and squabblin\n[03:53.05] But you know I'm holdin it down\n[03:54.84] Gang type mobbin\n[03:56.78] I'm havin bad luck Willie\n[03:57.65] Feelin like I lost my dog\n[03:58.59] Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\n[04:00.32] Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\n[04:05.78] Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\n[04:07.63] I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\n[04:11.28] Hearin that you holdin what we did\n[04:12.15] Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\n[04:14.83] Come again come come niggas get toasted\n[04:15.77] Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\n[04:19.47] And leave em turned up\n[04:20.36] Is this that motherfuckin P A Y\n[04:23.06] Back city and its shitty but for show they timed it\n[04:25.77] You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\n[04:26.65] You see it and start runnin but can't run all night\n[04:31.26] Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\n[04:33.92] Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n[04:36.69] And I'm\n[04:43.93] X2\n[04:52.15] The rich niggas will live\n[04:53.05] The poor niggas will die\n[05:15.78] So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n[05:21.13] Is that how it goes?\n[05:23.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 06 - Hold It Down\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: The 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stand dazed\n  As they gaze at the corpse\n  Before they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n  That's all she wrote\n  Everybody got a time and a place they die\n  But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n\n  () x2\n\n  Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n  4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n  If life was a game, that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live\n  And the po' niggas would die\n\n  Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n  There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\n  Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n  Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\n  What it look like?\n  On the south side ti be hoppin'\n  Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n  I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n  Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n  But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n  4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all\n  Meanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate\n  A fool that want to pop lip\n  To turn and shake and gyrate, as I\n\n  Up in the set you see me robbin'\n  Sippin' on the Hennessy\n  Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\n  Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\n  Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\n  I'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco\n  But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\n  I test those who ain't never seen me jump\n  Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\n  Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\n  Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\n  Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\n  Cause up in this game fuckers aim and you forgotten\n  I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\n  And I catch those tryin to escape\n  Where they goin? Up out the back door\n  And I'm at your head, wit a .38\n  Ready to murder, straight through your chest\n  Wit no time to waste, I\n\n  X2\n\n  Look at him, bleedin from the mob\n  There goes another nigga, gone\n  Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\n  Niggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\n  Tryin to fuck these same bitches\n  Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts\n  I just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\n  All of a sudden (????)\n  Goddamn there they go wit all that shit\n  Shankin and shootin and squabblin\n  But you know I'm holdin it down\n  Gang type mobbin\n\n  I'm havin bad luck Willie\n  Feelin like I lost my dog\n  Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\n  Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\n  Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\n  I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\n  Hearin that you holdin what we did\n  Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\n  Come again come come niggas get toasted\n  Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\n  And leave em turned up\n  Is this that motherfuckin P A Y\n  Back city and its shitty but for show they timed it\n  You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\n  You see it and start runnin but can't run all night\n  Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\n  Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n  And I'm\n\n  X2\n\n  The rich niggas will live\n  The poor niggas will die\n  So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n  Is that how it goes?\n"},{"id":31635057,"name":"Hold It Down","trackName":"Hold It Down","artistName":"Facemob/Geto Boys","albumName":"The Resurrection","duration":327.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'ma fix this shit '96\nUh\nFaze Mob in the motherfuckin' house\nThe G-B\nC'mon\nFor the 1993-3\nHehehe, know what I'm sayin'?\n\nGunshots rang out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?\nSeen this nigga bite the bullet and damn, fucked him up\nPut him outside his intercept, took his lifeline from him\nNever got a chance to see who done it\nJust niggas runnin'\nBreak into they shit before the gun\nPut they ass up in the mix\nAnd all I seen was him laid out chokin'\nEye to the back of his head, wide open\nAnd I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\nBecause this nigga crossed a whole bunch of killers\nBut still a bunch of motherfuckers stand dazed\nAs they gaze at the corpse 'fore they drop him in the grave\nGet paid, that's all he spoke\nLights out at your party, that's all she wrote\nEverybody's got a time and a place they die\nBut if you out there, crowdin' up your space, it's fly, I\n\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin'\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\nThat's why I\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin'\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n\nWay down in the South deep on the creep\nThere was a monkey tried to step on big ol' lion feet, nigga peep\nThe monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\nCame up short on my scrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\nWhat it look like on the Southside, it be hoppin'\nRespect rule with the four-five if you're poppin'\nI got him on the camera, fuckin' thief, wanna check mail\nShot him, now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\nBut oh well, it's murder, tell me, have you heard of\nFour-five packin', knucklehead from the Mob ready to serve ya\nMeanwhile, I'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\nA fool that wanna pop lip to turn and shake and gyrate\nAs I\n\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin'\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n\nUp in the '6, you see me mobbin', sippin' on the Hennessy\nLooked up in the cut, damn, here comes my enemy\nEyes met and you best bet she got her bitches deep\nSlowly they movin' closer, so I tap my feet\nI'm 'bout to take this ho, break this ho down like a fresh soap\nBut never let go, up in this game, that's how the best rolls\nI test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\nLight they ass up like funk 'cause I ain't scared of you, punk\nMotherfuckers that think I pull this trigger and blink\nLeave they ass to stank, then I down the whole drank\nUnderstand I'm out the door, tag they toe and leave 'em rotten\n'Cause up in this game, focus ain't and you forgotten\nI'm moppin' on these hoes like they wax floors and I catch those\nTryna escape, where they goin'? Up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head with a.38\nReady to murder straight through your chest with no time to waste, I\n\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin'\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die, I\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin'\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n\nLook at 'em bleedin' from the Mob, there goes another nigga gone\nBlood all over the rug, should've stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along,'specially at these clubs\nTryna fuck these same bitches, strange niggas tryna check nuts\nI just look as I drank my drank and I'm blown\nAll of a sudden, in the nothin', goddamn, there they go\nWith all that shit, shakin' and shootin' and squabblin'\nBut you know I'm holdin' it down, game tight, mobbin'\n\nI'm havin' bad luck, really, feelin' like I lost my dog\nLookin' sick 'cause the motherfuckin' scratch is gone\nAin't no tomorrow, I gots to get some mo' today\nSpray all that's in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of window shoppin', eavesdroppin'\nAnd hearin' that you holdin' what we did\nAll to yourself and tryna fuck me out my end\nCome again, come, come, niggas get toasted, up and roasted\nEvenly burn up on the syrup and leave 'em turn up\nIt's just that motherfuckin' P-A-Y\nBack City in the city, but fo' sho' it time\nYou get what you got surely comin', the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin', but can't run all night\nSooner or later, you curl up to this sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin' shit you did\nIt's a dog nation and at dog time\nEverything must rewind, recognize what you doin' time\nAnd I'm\n\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin'\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin' (C'mon)\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die (Yeah)\n\nThe rich niggas will live, hehe\nPoor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nAin't that how it go? Hehehe, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hold It Down\n  artist: Facemob/Geto Boys\n  album: The Resurrection\n  duration_ms: 327000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'ma fix this shit '96\n  Uh\n  Faze Mob in the motherfuckin' house\n  The G-B\n  C'mon\n  For the 1993-3\n  Hehehe, know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  Gunshots rang out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?\n  Seen this nigga bite the bullet and damn, fucked him up\n  Put him outside his intercept, took his lifeline from him\n  Never got a chance to see who done it\n  Just niggas runnin'\n  Break into they shit before the gun\n  Put they ass up in the mix\n  And all I seen was him laid out chokin'\n  Eye to the back of his head, wide open\n  And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n  Because this nigga crossed a whole bunch of killers\n  But still a bunch of motherfuckers stand dazed\n  As they gaze at the corpse 'fore they drop him in the grave\n  Get paid, that's all he spoke\n  Lights out at your party, that's all she wrote\n  Everybody's got a time and a place they die\n  But if you out there, crowdin' up your space, it's fly, I\n\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n  That's why I\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n\n  Way down in the South deep on the creep\n  There was a monkey tried to step on big ol' lion feet, nigga peep\n  The monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n  Came up short on my scrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\n  What it look like on the Southside, it be hoppin'\n  Respect rule with the four-five if you're poppin'\n  I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief, wanna check mail\n  Shot him, now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n  But oh well, it's murder, tell me, have you heard of\n  Four-five packin', knucklehead from the Mob ready to serve ya\n  Meanwhile, I'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\n  A fool that wanna pop lip to turn and shake and gyrate\n  As I\n\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n\n  Up in the '6, you see me mobbin', sippin' on the Hennessy\n  Looked up in the cut, damn, here comes my enemy\n  Eyes met and you best bet she got her bitches deep\n  Slowly they movin' closer, so I tap my feet\n  I'm 'bout to take this ho, break this ho down like a fresh soap\n  But never let go, up in this game, that's how the best rolls\n  I test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\n  Light they ass up like funk 'cause I ain't scared of you, punk\n  Motherfuckers that think I pull this trigger and blink\n  Leave they ass to stank, then I down the whole drank\n  Understand I'm out the door, tag they toe and leave 'em rotten\n  'Cause up in this game, focus ain't and you forgotten\n  I'm moppin' on these hoes like they wax floors and I catch those\n  Tryna escape, where they goin'? Up out the back door\n  And I'm at your head with a.38\n  Ready to murder straight through your chest with no time to waste, I\n\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die, I\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n\n  Look at 'em bleedin' from the Mob, there goes another nigga gone\n  Blood all over the rug, should've stayed his ass at home\n  Niggas can't get along,'specially at these clubs\n  Tryna fuck these same bitches, strange niggas tryna check nuts\n  I just look as I drank my drank and I'm blown\n  All of a sudden, in the nothin', goddamn, there they go\n  With all that shit, shakin' and shootin' and squabblin'\n  But you know I'm holdin' it down, game tight, mobbin'\n\n  I'm havin' bad luck, really, feelin' like I lost my dog\n  Lookin' sick 'cause the motherfuckin' scratch is gone\n  Ain't no tomorrow, I gots to get some mo' today\n  Spray all that's in my way if he don't mob this way\n  I'm sick of window shoppin', eavesdroppin'\n  And hearin' that you holdin' what we did\n  All to yourself and tryna fuck me out my end\n  Come again, come, come, niggas get toasted, up and roasted\n  Evenly burn up on the syrup and leave 'em turn up\n  It's just that motherfuckin' P-A-Y\n  Back City in the city, but fo' sho' it time\n  You get what you got surely comin', the latex pipe\n  You see it and start runnin', but can't run all night\n  Sooner or later, you curl up to this sure shot shit\n  Ass naked for that motherfuckin' shit you did\n  It's a dog nation and at dog time\n  Everything must rewind, recognize what you doin' time\n  And I'm\n\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin' (C'mon)\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die (Yeah)\n\n  The rich niggas will live, hehe\n  Poor niggas will die\n  So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n  Ain't that how it go? Hehehe, yeah\n"},{"id":18660439,"name":"Hold it Down","trackName":"Hold it Down","artistName":"The Geto Boys","albumName":"The Resurrection","duration":327.60165,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n\nFACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G B\nFor the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n\nGun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\nSeen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\nPut him outside his innerself\nTook his lifeline from him\nNever got the chance to see who done it\nJust niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\nBefoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\nAnd all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\nEyes to the back of his head, wide open\nAnd I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\nBecause this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\nBut still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\nAs they gaze at the corpse\nBefore they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\nThat's all she wrote\nEverybody got a time and a place they die\nBut if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n\n() x2\n\nHold it down, gang type mobbin'\n4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\nIf life was a game, that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live\nAnd the po' niggas would die\n\nWay down in the south, deep, on the creep\nThere was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\nNigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\nCame up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\nWhat it look like?\nOn the south side ti be hoppin'\nRespect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\nI got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\nShot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\nBut oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all\nMeanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate\nA fool that want to pop lip\nTo turn and shake and gyrate, as I\n\nUp in the set you see me robbin'\nSippin' on the Hennessy\nLook up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\nEyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\nSlowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\nI'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco\nBut never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\nI test those who ain't never seen me jump\nLight they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\nMotherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\nLeave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\nUnderstand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\nCause up in this game fuckers aim and you forgotten\nI'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\nAnd I catch those tryin to escape\nWhere they goin? Up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head, wit a .38\nReady to murder, straight through your chest\nWit no time to waste, I\n\nX2\n\nLook at him, bleedin from the mob\nThere goes another nigga, gone\nBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\nTryin to fuck these same bitches\nStrange niggas, tryin to check nuts\nI just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\nAll of a sudden (????)\nGoddamn there they go wit all that shit\nShankin and shootin and squabblin\nBut you know I'm holdin it down\nGang type mobbin\n\nI'm havin bad luck Willie\nFeelin like I lost my dog\nLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\nAin't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\nSpray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\nHearin that you holdin what we did\nUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\nCome again come come niggas get toasted\nOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\nAnd leave em turned up\nIs this that motherfuckin P A Y\nBack city and its shitty but for show they timed it\nYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin but can't run all night\nSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\nAnd I'm\n\nX2\n\nThe rich niggas will live\nThe poor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nIs that how it goes?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n[00:07.29] FACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G B\n[00:16.38] For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:24.50] Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\n[00:28.19] Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\n[00:31.76] Put him outside his innerself\n[00:32.74] Took his lifeline from him\n[00:35.49] Never got the chance to see who done it\n[00:37.29] Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\n[00:39.94] Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\n[00:42.70] And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\n[00:46.36] Eyes to the back of his head, wide open\n[00:49.09] And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n[00:51.77] Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\n[00:54.59] But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\n[00:57.24] As they gaze at the corpse\n[00:59.00] Before they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n[01:02.71] That's all she wrote\n[01:07.29] Everybody got a time and a place they die\n[01:09.01] But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n[01:12.72] () x2\n[01:14.50] Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n[01:15.44] 4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n[01:18.15] If life was a game, that money could buy\n[01:21.80] The rich niggas would live\n[01:22.72] And the po' niggas would die\n[01:24.52] Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n[01:38.75] There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\n[01:41.42] Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n[01:44.16] Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\n[01:46.80] What it look like?\n[01:48.69] On the south side ti be hoppin'\n[01:50.55] Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n[01:53.28] I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n[01:55.99] Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n[01:59.55] But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n[02:02.24] 4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all\n[02:04.04] Meanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate\n[02:07.74] A fool that want to pop lip\n[02:09.54] To turn and shake and gyrate, as I\n[02:11.38] Up in the set you see me robbin'\n[02:24.04] Sippin' on the Hennessy\n[02:24.91] Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\n[02:27.67] Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\n[02:31.32] Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\n[02:34.02] I'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco\n[02:36.74] But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\n[02:40.46] I test those who ain't never seen me jump\n[02:43.17] Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\n[02:45.89] Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\n[02:48.58] Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\n[02:51.32] Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\n[02:54.92] Cause up in this game fuckers aim and you forgotten\n[02:57.78] I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\n[03:00.48] And I catch those tryin to escape\n[03:02.20] Where they goin? 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stand dazed\n  As they gaze at the corpse\n  Before they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n  That's all she wrote\n  Everybody got a time and a place they die\n  But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n\n  () x2\n\n  Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n  4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n  If life was a game, that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live\n  And the po' niggas would die\n\n  Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n  There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\n  Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n  Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\n  What it look like?\n  On the south side ti be hoppin'\n  Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n  I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n  Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n  But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n  4 5 knucklehead from the mob 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Up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head, wit a .38\nReady to murder, straight through your chest\nWit no time to waste, I\n\nX2\n\nLook at him, bleedin from the mob\nThere goes another nigga, gone\nBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\nTryin to fuck these same bitches\nStrange niggas, tryin to check nuts\nI just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\nAll of a sudden (????)\nGoddamn there they go wit all that shit\nShankin and shootin and squabblin\nBut you know I'm holdin it down\nGang type mobbin\n\nI'm havin bad luck Willie\nFeelin like I lost my dog\nLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\nAin't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\nSpray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\nHearin that you holdin what we did\nUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\nCome again come come niggas get toasted\nOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\nAnd leave em turned up\nIs this that motherfuckin P A Y\nBack city and its shitty but for show they timed it\nYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin but can't run all night\nSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\nAnd I'm\n\nX2\n\nThe rich niggas will live\nThe poor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nIs that how it goes?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n[00:07.29] FACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house, the G B\n[00:16.38] For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:24.50] Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\n[00:28.19] Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\n[00:31.76] Put him outside his innerself\n[00:32.74] Took his lifeline from him\n[00:35.49] Never got the chance to see who done it\n[00:37.29] Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\n[00:39.94] Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\n[00:42.70] And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\n[00:46.36] Eyes to the back of his head, wide open\n[00:49.09] And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n[00:51.77] Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\n[00:54.59] But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\n[00:57.24] As they gaze at the corpse\n[00:59.00] Before they drop him in the grave That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n[01:02.71] That's all she wrote\n[01:07.29] Everybody got a time and a place they die\n[01:09.01] But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I\n[01:12.72] () x2\n[01:14.50] Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n[01:15.44] 4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n[01:18.15] If life was a game, that money could buy\n[01:21.80] The rich niggas would live\n[01:22.72] And the po' niggas would die\n[01:24.52] Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n[01:38.75] There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet\n[01:41.42] Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n[01:44.16] Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt\n[01:46.80] What it look like?\n[01:48.69] On the south side ti be hoppin'\n[01:50.55] Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n[01:53.28] I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n[01:55.99] Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n[01:59.55] But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n[02:02.24] 4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all\n[02:04.04] Meanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate\n[02:07.74] A fool that want to pop lip\n[02:09.54] To turn and shake and gyrate, as I\n[02:11.38] Up in the set you see me robbin'\n[02:24.04] Sippin' on the Hennessy\n[02:24.91] Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\n[02:27.67] Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\n[02:31.32] Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\n[02:34.02] I'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco\n[02:36.74] But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\n[02:40.46] I test those who ain't never seen me jump\n[02:43.17] Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\n[02:45.89] Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\n[02:48.58] Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\n[02:51.32] Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\n[02:54.92] Cause up in this game fuckers aim and you forgotten\n[02:57.78] I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\n[03:00.48] And I catch those tryin to escape\n[03:02.20] Where they goin? 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Up out the back door\n  And I'm at your head, wit a .38\n  Ready to murder, straight through your chest\n  Wit no time to waste, I\n\n  X2\n\n  Look at him, bleedin from the mob\n  There goes another nigga, gone\n  Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\n  Niggas can't get along, specially at the clubs\n  Tryin to fuck these same bitches\n  Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts\n  I just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)\n  All of a sudden (????)\n  Goddamn there they go wit all that shit\n  Shankin and shootin and squabblin\n  But you know I'm holdin it down\n  Gang type mobbin\n\n  I'm havin bad luck Willie\n  Feelin like I lost my dog\n  Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\n  Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\n  Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\n  I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\n  Hearin that you holdin what we did\n  Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\n  Come again come come niggas get toasted\n  Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\n  And leave em turned up\n  Is this that motherfuckin P A Y\n  Back city and its shitty but for show they timed it\n  You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\n  You see it and start runnin but can't run all night\n  Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\n  Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n  And I'm\n\n  X2\n\n  The rich niggas will live\n  The poor niggas will die\n  So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n  Is that how it goes?\n"},{"id":36343188,"name":"Hold It Down","trackName":"Hold It Down","artistName":"Geto Boys Facemob","albumName":"The Resurrection","duration":327.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'ma fix this shit '96\nUh\nFaze Mob in the motherfuckin' house\nThe G-B\nC'mon\nFor the 1993-3\nHehehe, know what I'm sayin'?\n\nGunshots rang out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?\nSeen this nigga bite the bullet and damn, fucked him up\nPut him outside his intercept, took his lifeline from him\nNever got a chance to see who done it\nJust niggas runnin'\nBreak into they shit before the gun\nPut they ass up in the mix\nAnd all I seen was him laid out chokin'\nEye to the back of his head, wide open\nAnd I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\nBecause this nigga crossed a whole bunch of killers\nBut still a bunch of motherfuckers stand dazed\nAs they gaze at the corpse 'fore they drop him in the grave\nGet paid, that's all he spoke\nLights out at your party, that's all she wrote\nEverybody's got a time and a place they die\nBut if you out there, crowdin' up your space, it's fly, I\n\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin'\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\nThat's why I\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin'\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n\nWay down in the South deep on the creep\nThere was a monkey tried to step on big ol' lion feet, nigga peep\nThe monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\nCame up short on my scrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\nWhat it look like on the Southside, it be hoppin'\nRespect rule with the four-five if you're poppin'\nI got him on the camera, fuckin' thief, wanna check mail\nShot him, now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\nBut oh well, it's murder, tell me, have you heard of\nFour-five packin', knucklehead from the Mob ready to serve ya\nMeanwhile, I'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\nA fool that wanna pop lip to turn and shake and gyrate\nAs I\n\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin'\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n\nUp in the '6, you see me mobbin', sippin' on the Hennessy\nLooked up in the cut, damn, here comes my enemy\nEyes met and you best bet she got her bitches deep\nSlowly they movin' closer, so I tap my feet\nI'm 'bout to take this ho, break this ho down like a fresh soap\nBut never let go, up in this game, that's how the best rolls\nI test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\nLight they ass up like funk 'cause I ain't scared of you, punk\nMotherfuckers that think I pull this trigger and blink\nLeave they ass to stank, then I down the whole drank\nUnderstand I'm out the door, tag they toe and leave 'em rotten\n'Cause up in this game, focus ain't and you forgotten\nI'm moppin' on these hoes like they wax floors and I catch those\nTryna escape, where they goin'? Up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head with a.38\nReady to murder straight through your chest with no time to waste, I\n\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin'\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die, I\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin'\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n\nLook at 'em bleedin' from the Mob, there goes another nigga gone\nBlood all over the rug, should've stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along,'specially at these clubs\nTryna fuck these same bitches, strange niggas tryna check nuts\nI just look as I drank my drank and I'm blown\nAll of a sudden, in the nothin', goddamn, there they go\nWith all that shit, shakin' and shootin' and squabblin'\nBut you know I'm holdin' it down, game tight, mobbin'\n\nI'm havin' bad luck, really, feelin' like I lost my dog\nLookin' sick 'cause the motherfuckin' scratch is gone\nAin't no tomorrow, I gots to get some mo' today\nSpray all that's in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of window shoppin', eavesdroppin'\nAnd hearin' that you holdin' what we did\nAll to yourself and tryna fuck me out my end\nCome again, come, come, niggas get toasted, up and roasted\nEvenly burn up on the syrup and leave 'em turn up\nIt's just that motherfuckin' P-A-Y\nBack City in the city, but fo' sho' it time\nYou get what you got surely comin', the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin', but can't run all night\nSooner or later, you curl up to this sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin' shit you did\nIt's a dog nation and at dog time\nEverything must rewind, recognize what you doin' time\nAnd I'm\n\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin'\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\nHold it down, game tight, mobbin' (C'mon)\nFour-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\nIf life was a game that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die (Yeah)\n\nThe rich niggas will live, hehe\nPoor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nAin't that how it go? Hehehe, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hold It Down\n  artist: Geto Boys Facemob\n  album: The Resurrection\n  duration_ms: 327000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'ma fix this shit '96\n  Uh\n  Faze Mob in the motherfuckin' house\n  The G-B\n  C'mon\n  For the 1993-3\n  Hehehe, know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  Gunshots rang out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?\n  Seen this nigga bite the bullet and damn, fucked him up\n  Put him outside his intercept, took his lifeline from him\n  Never got a chance to see who done it\n  Just niggas runnin'\n  Break into they shit before the gun\n  Put they ass up in the mix\n  And all I seen was him laid out chokin'\n  Eye to the back of his head, wide open\n  And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n  Because this nigga crossed a whole bunch of killers\n  But still a bunch of motherfuckers stand dazed\n  As they gaze at the corpse 'fore they drop him in the grave\n  Get paid, that's all he spoke\n  Lights out at your party, that's all she wrote\n  Everybody's got a time and a place they die\n  But if you out there, crowdin' up your space, it's fly, I\n\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n  That's why I\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n\n  Way down in the South deep on the creep\n  There was a monkey tried to step on big ol' lion feet, nigga peep\n  The monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n  Came up short on my scrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\n  What it look like on the Southside, it be hoppin'\n  Respect rule with the four-five if you're poppin'\n  I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief, wanna check mail\n  Shot him, now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n  But oh well, it's murder, tell me, have you heard of\n  Four-five packin', knucklehead from the Mob ready to serve ya\n  Meanwhile, I'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\n  A fool that wanna pop lip to turn and shake and gyrate\n  As I\n\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n\n  Up in the '6, you see me mobbin', sippin' on the Hennessy\n  Looked up in the cut, damn, here comes my enemy\n  Eyes met and you best bet she got her bitches deep\n  Slowly they movin' closer, so I tap my feet\n  I'm 'bout to take this ho, break this ho down like a fresh soap\n  But never let go, up in this game, that's how the best rolls\n  I test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\n  Light they ass up like funk 'cause I ain't scared of you, punk\n  Motherfuckers that think I pull this trigger and blink\n  Leave they ass to stank, then I down the whole drank\n  Understand I'm out the door, tag they toe and leave 'em rotten\n  'Cause up in this game, focus ain't and you forgotten\n  I'm moppin' on these hoes like they wax floors and I catch those\n  Tryna escape, where they goin'? Up out the back door\n  And I'm at your head with a.38\n  Ready to murder straight through your chest with no time to waste, I\n\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die, I\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n\n  Look at 'em bleedin' from the Mob, there goes another nigga gone\n  Blood all over the rug, should've stayed his ass at home\n  Niggas can't get along,'specially at these clubs\n  Tryna fuck these same bitches, strange niggas tryna check nuts\n  I just look as I drank my drank and I'm blown\n  All of a sudden, in the nothin', goddamn, there they go\n  With all that shit, shakin' and shootin' and squabblin'\n  But you know I'm holdin' it down, game tight, mobbin'\n\n  I'm havin' bad luck, really, feelin' like I lost my dog\n  Lookin' sick 'cause the motherfuckin' scratch is gone\n  Ain't no tomorrow, I gots to get some mo' today\n  Spray all that's in my way if he don't mob this way\n  I'm sick of window shoppin', eavesdroppin'\n  And hearin' that you holdin' what we did\n  All to yourself and tryna fuck me out my end\n  Come again, come, come, niggas get toasted, up and roasted\n  Evenly burn up on the syrup and leave 'em turn up\n  It's just that motherfuckin' P-A-Y\n  Back City in the city, but fo' sho' it time\n  You get what you got surely comin', the latex pipe\n  You see it and start runnin', but can't run all night\n  Sooner or later, you curl up to this sure shot shit\n  Ass naked for that motherfuckin' shit you did\n  It's a dog nation and at dog time\n  Everything must rewind, recognize what you doin' time\n  And I'm\n\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n  Hold it down, game tight, mobbin' (C'mon)\n  Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n  If life was a game that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die (Yeah)\n\n  The rich niggas will live, hehe\n  Poor niggas will die\n  So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n  Ain't that how it go? Hehehe, yeah\n"},{"id":6851303,"name":"Hold It Down (feat. FACEMOB)","trackName":"Hold It Down (feat. FACEMOB)","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Resurrection","duration":328.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\nFacemob in the motherfuckin' house, the g b\nFor the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\nGun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\nSeen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\nPut him outside his innerself\nTook his lifeline from him\nNever got the chance to see who done it\nJust niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\nBefoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\nAnd all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\nEyes to the back of his head, wide open\nAnd I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\nBecause this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\nBut still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\nAs they gaze at the corpse\nBefore they drop him in the grave [get paid]\nThat's all he spoke, lights out at your part\nThat's all she wrote\nEverybody got a time and a place they die\nBut if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, i\nX2\nHold it down, gang type mobbin'\n4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\nIf life was a game, that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live\nAnd the po' niggas would die\nWay down in the south, deep, on the creep\nThere was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' lion feet\nNigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\nCame up short on my skrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\nWhat it look like?\nOn the south side ti be hoppin'\nRespect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\nI got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\nShot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\nBut oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n4 5 pack o'knuckleheads from the mob ready to serve y'all\nMeanwhile, i'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\nA fool that want to pop lip\nTo turn and shake and gyrate, as iUp in the set you see me mobbin'\nSippin' on the Hennessy\nLook up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\nEyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\nSlowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\nI'm 'bout to take this hoe break this hoe down like a frisco\nBut never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\nI test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\nLight they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\nMotherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\nLeave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\nUnderstand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\nCause up in this game focus aim and you forgotten\nI'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\nAnd I catch those tryin to escape\nWhere they goin? up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head, wit a .38\nReady to murder, straight through your chest\nWit no time to waste, ix2\nLook at him, bleedin from the mob\nThere goes another nigga, gone\nBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along, specially at these clubs\nTryin to fuck these same bitches\nStrange niggas, tryin to check nuts\nI just look as I drink my drink and I'm blown\nAll of a sudden, out of nothin'\nGoddamn there they go wit all that shit\nShankin and shootin and squabblin\nBut you know I'm holdin it down\nGang type mobbin\nI'm havin bad luck willie\nFeelin like I lost my dog\nLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\nAin't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\nSpray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\nHearin that you holdin what we did\nUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\nCome again come come niggas get toasted\nOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\nAnd leave em turned up\nIs this that motherfuckin p a y\nBack city and it's shitty but for show they timed it\nYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin but can't run all night\nSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n[Its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize\nWhat you doin time\nAnd i'mx2\nThe rich niggas will live\nThe poor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nIs that how it goes?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.00] I'ma fix this shit '96\n[00:02.23] Uh\n[00:10.63] Face Mob in the motherfuckin' house\n[00:12.68] The G-B\n[00:13.87] C'mon\n[00:16.15] For the 1993-3\n[00:18.39] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:25.43] Gunshots rang out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?\n[00:28.67] Seen this nigga bite the bullet and damn, fucked him up\n[00:31.66] Put him outside his intercept, took his lifeline from him\n[00:35.65] Never got a chance to see who done it\n[00:37.63] Just niggas runnin'\n[00:38.96] Break into they shit before the gun\n[00:41.84] Put they ass up in the mix\n[00:43.30] And all I seen was him laid out chokin'\n[00:46.56] Eye to the back of his head, wide open\n[00:49.37] And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n[00:52.31] Because this nigga crossed a whole bunch of killers\n[00:55.28] But still a bunch of motherfuckers stand dazed\n[00:58.25] As they gaze at the corpse 'fore they drop him in the grave\n[01:00.91] Get paid, that's all he spoke\n[01:04.13] Lights out at your party, that's all she wrote\n[01:06.91] Everybody's got a time and a place they die\n[01:09.57] But if you out there, crowdin' up your space, it's fly, I\n[01:13.39] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[01:16.00] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[01:18.60] If life was a game that money could buy\n[01:21.42] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[01:24.13] That's why I\n[01:25.08] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[01:27.45] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[01:30.34] If life was a game that money could buy\n[01:32.90] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[01:36.19] Way down in the South deep on the creep\n[01:38.82] There was a monkey tried to step on big ol' lion feet, nigga peep\n[01:42.08] The monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n[01:44.75] Came up short on my scrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\n[01:47.72] What it look like on the Southside, it be hoppin'\n[01:50.71] Respect rule with the four-five if you're poppin'\n[01:53.52] I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief, wanna check mail\n[01:56.79] Shot him, now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n[01:59.67] But oh well, it's murder, tell me, have you heard of\n[02:02.65] Four-five packin', knucklehead from the Mob ready to serve ya\n[02:05.24] Meanwhile, I'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\n[02:08.31] A fool that wanna pop lip to turn and shake and gyrate\n[02:11.25] As I\n[02:12.00] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[02:13.98] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[02:17.06] If life was a game that money could buy\n[02:19.78] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[02:22.04] Up in the set, you see me mobbin', sippin' on the Hennessy\n[02:25.48] Looked up in the cut, damn, here comes my enemy\n[02:28.32] Eyes met and you best bet she got her bitches deep\n[02:31.55] Slowly they movin' closer, so I tap my feet\n[02:34.56] I'm 'bout to take this ho, break this ho down like a fresh soap\n[02:37.51] But never let go, up in this game, that's how the best rolls\n[02:40.35] I test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\n[02:43.25] Light they ass up like funk 'cause I ain't scared of you, punk\n[02:46.13] Motherfuckers that think I pull this trigger and blink\n[02:49.08] Leave they ass to stank, then I down the whole drank\n[02:52.04] Understand I'm out the door, tag they toe and leave 'em rotten\n[02:54.89] 'Cause up in this game, focus ain't and you forgotten\n[02:57.82] I'm moppin' on these hos like they wax floors and I catch those\n[03:01.24] Tryna escape, where they goin'? Up out the back door\n[03:04.08] And I'm at your head with a .38\n[03:06.45] Ready to murder straight through your chest with no time to waste, I\n[03:10.23] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[03:12.63] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[03:15.58] If life was a game that money could buy\n[03:18.25] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die, I\n[03:21.85] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[03:24.57] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[03:27.22] If life was a game that money could buy\n[03:30.21] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[03:32.81] Look at 'em bleedin' from the Mob, there goes another nigga gone\n[03:35.74] Blood all over the rug, should've stayed his ass at home\n[03:38.86] Niggas can't get along,'specially at these clubs\n[03:41.22] Tryna fuck these same bitches, strange niggas tryna check nuts\n[03:44.42] I just look as I drank my drank and I'm blown\n[03:47.83] All of a sudden, in the nothin', goddamn, there they go\n[03:50.61] With all that shit, shakin' and shootin' and squabblin'\n[03:53.37] But you know I'm holdin' it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[03:55.92] I'm havin' bad luck, really, feelin' like I lost my dog\n[03:59.03] Lookin' sick 'cause the motherfuckin' scratch is gone\n[04:02.03] Ain't no tomorrow, I gots to get some mo' today\n[04:04.98] Spray all that's in my way if he don't mob this way\n[04:07.95] I'm sick of window shoppin', eavesdroppin'\n[04:09.79] And hearin' that you holdin' what we did\n[04:11.44] All to yourself and tryna fuck me out my end\n[04:14.99] Come again, come, come, niggas get toasted, up and roasted\n[04:17.67] Evenly burn up on the syrup and leave 'em turn up\n[04:20.58] It's just that motherfuckin' P-A-Y\n[04:22.78] Back City in the city, but fo' sho' it time\n[04:25.41] You get what you got surely comin', the latex pipe\n[04:28.73] You see it and start runnin', but can't run all night\n[04:31.58] Sooner or later, you curl up to this sure shot shit\n[04:34.26] Ass naked for that motherfuckin' shit you did\n[04:37.46] It's a dog nation and at dog time\n[04:40.01] Everything must rewind, recognize what you doin' time\n[04:43.14] And I'm\n[04:43.83] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[04:46.27] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[04:49.31] If life was a game that money could buy\n[04:52.05] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[04:54.98] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin' (c'mon)\n[04:58.13] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[05:01.09] If life was a game that money could buy\n[05:03.76] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die (yeah)\n[05:08.87] The rich niggas will live, hehe\n[05:11.32] Poor niggas will die\n[05:17.88] So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n[05:21.77] Ain't that how it go? 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FACEMOB)\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Resurrection\n  duration_ms: 328000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n  Facemob in the motherfuckin' house, the g b\n  For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n  Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\n  Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\n  Put him outside his innerself\n  Took his lifeline from him\n  Never got the chance to see who done it\n  Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\n  Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\n  And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\n  Eyes to the back of his head, wide open\n  And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n  Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\n  But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\n  As they gaze at the corpse\n  Before they drop him in the grave [get paid]\n  That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n  That's all she wrote\n  Everybody got a time and a place they die\n  But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, i\n  x2\n  Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n  4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n  If life was a game, that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live\n  And the po' niggas would die\n  Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n  There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' lion feet\n  Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n  Came up short on my skrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\n  What it look like?\n  On the south side ti be hoppin'\n  Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n  I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n  Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n  But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n  4 5 pack o'knuckleheads from the mob ready to serve y'all\n  Meanwhile, i'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\n  A fool that want to pop lip\n  To turn and shake and gyrate, as iUp in the set you see me mobbin'\n  Sippin' on the Hennessy\n  Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\n  Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\n  Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\n  I'm 'bout to take this hoe break this hoe down like a frisco\n  But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\n  I test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\n  Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\n  Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\n  Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\n  Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\n  Cause up in this game focus aim and you forgotten\n  I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\n  And I catch those tryin to escape\n  Where they goin? up out the back door\n  And I'm at your head, wit a .38\n  Ready to murder, straight through your chest\n  Wit no time to waste, ix2\n  Look at him, bleedin from the mob\n  There goes another nigga, gone\n  Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\n  Niggas can't get along, specially at these clubs\n  Tryin to fuck these same bitches\n  Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts\n  I just look as I drink my drink and I'm blown\n  All of a sudden, out of nothin'\n  Goddamn there they go wit all that shit\n  Shankin and shootin and squabblin\n  But you know I'm holdin it down\n  Gang type mobbin\n  I'm havin bad luck willie\n  Feelin like I lost my dog\n  Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\n  Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\n  Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\n  I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\n  Hearin that you holdin what we did\n  Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\n  Come again come come niggas get toasted\n  Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\n  And leave em turned up\n  Is this that motherfuckin p a y\n  Back city and it's shitty but for show they timed it\n  You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\n  You see it and start runnin but can't run all night\n  Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\n  Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n  [its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize\n  What you doin time\n  And i'mx2\n  The rich niggas will live\n  The poor niggas will die\n  So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n  Is that how it goes?\n"},{"id":9509172,"name":"Hold It Down ft Facemob","trackName":"Hold It Down ft Facemob","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Resurrection","duration":327.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\nFacemob in the motherfuckin' house, the g b\nFor the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\nGun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\nSeen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\nPut him outside his innerself\nTook his lifeline from him\nNever got the chance to see who done it\nJust niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\nBefoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\nAnd all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\nEyes to the back of his head, wide open\nAnd I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\nBecause this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\nBut still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\nAs they gaze at the corpse\nBefore they drop him in the grave [get paid]\nThat's all he spoke, lights out at your part\nThat's all she wrote\nEverybody got a time and a place they die\nBut if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, i\nx2\nHold it down, gang type mobbin'\n4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\nIf life was a game, that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live\nAnd the po' niggas would die\nWay down in the south, deep, on the creep\nThere was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' lion feet\nNigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\nCame up short on my skrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\nWhat it look like?\nOn the south side ti be hoppin'\nRespect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\nI got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\nShot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\nBut oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n4 5 pack o'knuckleheads from the mob ready to serve y'all\nMeanwhile, i'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\nA fool that want to pop lip\nTo turn and shake and gyrate, as iUp in the set you see me mobbin'\nSippin' on the Hennessy\nLook up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\nEyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\nSlowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\nI'm 'bout to take this hoe break this hoe down like a frisco\nBut never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\nI test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\nLight they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\nMotherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\nLeave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\nUnderstand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\nCause up in this game focus aim and you forgotten\nI'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\nAnd I catch those tryin to escape\nWhere they goin? up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head, wit a .38\nReady to murder, straight through your chest\nWit no time to waste, ix2\nLook at him, bleedin from the mob\nThere goes another nigga, gone\nBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along, specially at these clubs\nTryin to fuck these same bitches\nStrange niggas, tryin to check nuts\nI just look as I drink my drink and I'm blown\nAll of a sudden, out of nothin'\nGoddamn there they go wit all that shit\nShankin and shootin and squabblin\nBut you know I'm holdin it down\nGang type mobbin\nI'm havin bad luck willie\nFeelin like I lost my dog\nLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\nAin't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\nSpray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\nHearin that you holdin what we did\nUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\nCome again come come niggas get toasted\nOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\nAnd leave em turned up\nIs this that motherfuckin p a y\nBack city and it's shitty but for show they timed it\nYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin but can't run all night\nSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n[its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize\nWhat you doin time\nAnd i'mx2\nThe rich niggas will live\nThe poor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nIs that how it goes?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.00] I'ma fix this shit '96\n[00:02.23] Uh\n[00:10.63] Face Mob in the motherfuckin' house\n[00:12.68] The G-B\n[00:13.87] C'mon\n[00:16.15] For the 1993-3\n[00:18.39] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:25.43] Gunshots rang out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?\n[00:28.67] Seen this nigga bite the bullet and damn, fucked him up\n[00:31.66] Put him outside his intercept, took his lifeline from him\n[00:35.65] Never got a chance to see who done it\n[00:37.63] Just niggas runnin'\n[00:38.96] Break into they shit before the gun\n[00:41.84] Put they ass up in the mix\n[00:43.30] And all I seen was him laid out chokin'\n[00:46.56] Eye to the back of his head, wide open\n[00:49.37] And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n[00:52.31] Because this nigga crossed a whole bunch of killers\n[00:55.28] But still a bunch of motherfuckers stand dazed\n[00:58.25] As they gaze at the corpse 'fore they drop him in the grave\n[01:00.91] Get paid, that's all he spoke\n[01:04.13] Lights out at your party, that's all she wrote\n[01:06.91] Everybody's got a time and a place they die\n[01:09.57] But if you out there, crowdin' up your space, it's fly, I\n[01:13.39] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[01:16.00] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[01:18.60] If life was a game that money could buy\n[01:21.42] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[01:24.13] That's why I\n[01:25.08] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[01:27.45] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[01:30.34] If life was a game that money could buy\n[01:32.90] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[01:36.19] Way down in the South deep on the creep\n[01:38.82] There was a monkey tried to step on big ol' lion feet, nigga peep\n[01:42.08] The monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n[01:44.75] Came up short on my scrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\n[01:47.72] What it look like on the Southside, it be hoppin'\n[01:50.71] Respect rule with the four-five if you're poppin'\n[01:53.52] I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief, wanna check mail\n[01:56.79] Shot him, now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n[01:59.67] But oh well, it's murder, tell me, have you heard of\n[02:02.65] Four-five packin', knucklehead from the Mob ready to serve ya\n[02:05.24] Meanwhile, I'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\n[02:08.31] A fool that wanna pop lip to turn and shake and gyrate\n[02:11.25] As I\n[02:12.00] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[02:13.98] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[02:17.06] If life was a game that money could buy\n[02:19.78] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[02:22.04] Up in the set, you see me mobbin', sippin' on the Hennessy\n[02:25.48] Looked up in the cut, damn, here comes my enemy\n[02:28.32] Eyes met and you best bet she got her bitches deep\n[02:31.55] Slowly they movin' closer, so I tap my feet\n[02:34.56] I'm 'bout to take this ho, break this ho down like a fresh soap\n[02:37.51] But never let go, up in this game, that's how the best rolls\n[02:40.35] I test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\n[02:43.25] Light they ass up like funk 'cause I ain't scared of you, punk\n[02:46.13] Motherfuckers that think I pull this trigger and blink\n[02:49.08] Leave they ass to stank, then I down the whole drank\n[02:52.04] Understand I'm out the door, tag they toe and leave 'em rotten\n[02:54.89] 'Cause up in this game, focus ain't and you forgotten\n[02:57.82] I'm moppin' on these hos like they wax floors and I catch those\n[03:01.24] Tryna escape, where they goin'? 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FACEMOB)","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Resurrection","duration":328.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\nFacemob in the motherfuckin' house, the g b\nFor the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\nGun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\nSeen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\nPut him outside his innerself\nTook his lifeline from him\nNever got the chance to see who done it\nJust niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\nBefoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\nAnd all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\nEyes to the back of his head, wide open\nAnd I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\nBecause this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\nBut still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\nAs they gaze at the corpse\nBefore they drop him in the grave [get paid]\nThat's all he spoke, lights out at your part\nThat's all she wrote\nEverybody got a time and a place they die\nBut if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, i\nx2\nHold it down, gang type mobbin'\n4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\nIf life was a game, that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live\nAnd the po' niggas would die\nWay down in the south, deep, on the creep\nThere was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' lion feet\nNigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\nCame up short on my skrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\nWhat it look like?\nOn the south side ti be hoppin'\nRespect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\nI got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\nShot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\nBut oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n4 5 pack o'knuckleheads from the mob ready to serve y'all\nMeanwhile, i'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\nA fool that want to pop lip\nTo turn and shake and gyrate, as iUp in the set you see me mobbin'\nSippin' on the Hennessy\nLook up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\nEyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\nSlowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\nI'm 'bout to take this hoe break this hoe down like a frisco\nBut never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\nI test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\nLight they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\nMotherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\nLeave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\nUnderstand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\nCause up in this game focus aim and you forgotten\nI'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\nAnd I catch those tryin to escape\nWhere they goin? up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head, wit a .38\nReady to murder, straight through your chest\nWit no time to waste, ix2\nLook at him, bleedin from the mob\nThere goes another nigga, gone\nBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along, specially at these clubs\nTryin to fuck these same bitches\nStrange niggas, tryin to check nuts\nI just look as I drink my drink and I'm blown\nAll of a sudden, out of nothin'\nGoddamn there they go wit all that shit\nShankin and shootin and squabblin\nBut you know I'm holdin it down\nGang type mobbin\nI'm havin bad luck willie\nFeelin like I lost my dog\nLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\nAin't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\nSpray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\nHearin that you holdin what we did\nUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\nCome again come come niggas get toasted\nOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\nAnd leave em turned up\nIs this that motherfuckin p a y\nBack city and it's shitty but for show they timed it\nYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin but can't run all night\nSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n[its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize\nWhat you doin time\nAnd i'mx2\nThe rich niggas will live\nThe poor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nIs that how it goes?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.00] I'ma fix this shit '96\n[00:02.23] Uh\n[00:10.63] Face Mob in the motherfuckin' house\n[00:12.68] The G-B\n[00:13.87] C'mon\n[00:16.15] For the 1993-3\n[00:18.39] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:25.43] Gunshots rang out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?\n[00:28.67] Seen this nigga bite the bullet and damn, fucked him up\n[00:31.66] Put him outside his intercept, took his lifeline from him\n[00:35.65] Never got a chance to see who done it\n[00:37.63] Just niggas runnin'\n[00:38.96] Break into they shit before the gun\n[00:41.84] Put they ass up in the mix\n[00:43.30] And all I seen was him laid out chokin'\n[00:46.56] Eye to the back of his head, wide open\n[00:49.37] And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n[00:52.31] Because this nigga crossed a whole bunch of killers\n[00:55.28] But still a bunch of motherfuckers stand dazed\n[00:58.25] As they gaze at the corpse 'fore they drop him in the grave\n[01:00.91] Get paid, that's all he spoke\n[01:04.13] Lights out at your party, that's all she wrote\n[01:06.91] Everybody's got a time and a place they die\n[01:09.57] But if you out there, crowdin' up your space, it's fly, I\n[01:13.39] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[01:16.00] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[01:18.60] If life was a game that money could buy\n[01:21.42] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[01:24.13] That's why I\n[01:25.08] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[01:27.45] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[01:30.34] If life was a game that money could buy\n[01:32.90] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[01:36.19] Way down in the South deep on the creep\n[01:38.82] There was a monkey tried to step on big ol' lion feet, nigga peep\n[01:42.08] The monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n[01:44.75] Came up short on my scrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\n[01:47.72] What it look like on the Southside, it be hoppin'\n[01:50.71] Respect rule with the four-five if you're poppin'\n[01:53.52] I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief, wanna check mail\n[01:56.79] Shot him, now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n[01:59.67] But oh well, it's murder, tell me, have you heard of\n[02:02.65] Four-five packin', knucklehead from the Mob ready to serve ya\n[02:05.24] Meanwhile, I'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\n[02:08.31] A fool that wanna pop lip to turn and shake and gyrate\n[02:11.25] As I\n[02:12.00] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[02:13.98] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[02:17.06] If life was a game that money could buy\n[02:19.78] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[02:22.04] Up in the set, you see me mobbin', sippin' on the Hennessy\n[02:25.48] Looked up in the cut, damn, here comes my enemy\n[02:28.32] Eyes met and you best bet she got her bitches deep\n[02:31.55] Slowly they movin' closer, so I tap my feet\n[02:34.56] I'm 'bout to take this ho, break this ho down like a fresh soap\n[02:37.51] But never let go, up in this game, that's how the best rolls\n[02:40.35] I test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\n[02:43.25] Light they ass up like funk 'cause I ain't scared of you, punk\n[02:46.13] Motherfuckers that think I pull this trigger and blink\n[02:49.08] Leave they ass to stank, then I down the whole drank\n[02:52.04] Understand I'm out the door, tag they toe and leave 'em rotten\n[02:54.89] 'Cause up in this game, focus ain't and you forgotten\n[02:57.82] I'm moppin' on these hos like they wax floors and I catch those\n[03:01.24] Tryna escape, where they goin'? Up out the back door\n[03:04.08] And I'm at your head with a .38\n[03:06.45] Ready to murder straight through your chest with no time to waste, I\n[03:10.23] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[03:12.63] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[03:15.58] If life was a game that money could buy\n[03:18.25] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die, I\n[03:21.85] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[03:24.57] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[03:27.22] If life was a game that money could buy\n[03:30.21] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[03:32.81] Look at 'em bleedin' from the Mob, there goes another nigga gone\n[03:35.74] Blood all over the rug, should've stayed his ass at home\n[03:38.86] Niggas can't get along,'specially at these clubs\n[03:41.22] Tryna fuck these same bitches, strange niggas tryna check nuts\n[03:44.42] I just look as I drank my drank and I'm blown\n[03:47.83] All of a sudden, in the nothin', goddamn, there they go\n[03:50.61] With all that shit, shakin' and shootin' and squabblin'\n[03:53.37] But you know I'm holdin' it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[03:55.92] I'm havin' bad luck, really, feelin' like I lost my dog\n[03:59.03] Lookin' sick 'cause the motherfuckin' scratch is gone\n[04:02.03] Ain't no tomorrow, I gots to get some mo' today\n[04:04.98] Spray all that's in my way if he don't mob this way\n[04:07.95] I'm sick of window shoppin', eavesdroppin'\n[04:09.79] And hearin' that you holdin' what we did\n[04:11.44] All to yourself and tryna fuck me out my end\n[04:14.99] Come again, come, come, niggas get toasted, up and roasted\n[04:17.67] Evenly burn up on the syrup and leave 'em turn up\n[04:20.58] It's just that motherfuckin' P-A-Y\n[04:22.78] Back City in the city, but fo' sho' it time\n[04:25.41] You get what you got surely comin', the latex pipe\n[04:28.73] You see it and start runnin', but can't run all night\n[04:31.58] Sooner or later, you curl up to this sure shot shit\n[04:34.26] Ass naked for that motherfuckin' shit you did\n[04:37.46] It's a dog nation and at dog time\n[04:40.01] Everything must rewind, recognize what you doin' time\n[04:43.14] And I'm\n[04:43.83] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[04:46.27] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[04:49.31] If life was a game that money could buy\n[04:52.05] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[04:54.98] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin' (c'mon)\n[04:58.13] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[05:01.09] If life was a game that money could buy\n[05:03.76] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die (yeah)\n[05:08.87] The rich niggas will live, hehe\n[05:11.32] Poor niggas will die\n[05:17.88] So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n[05:21.77] Ain't that how it go? 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fly, i\nX2\nHold it down, gang type mobbin'\n4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\nIf life was a game, that money could buy\nThe rich niggas would live\nAnd the po' niggas would die\nWay down in the south, deep, on the creep\nThere was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' lion feet\nNigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\nCame up short on my skrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\nWhat it look like?\nOn the south side ti be hoppin'\nRespect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\nI got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\nShot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\nBut oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n4 5 pack o'knuckleheads from the mob ready to serve y'all\nMeanwhile, i'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\nA fool that want to pop lip\nTo turn and shake and gyrate, as iUp in the set you see me mobbin'\nSippin' on the Hennessy\nLook up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\nEyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\nSlowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\nI'm 'bout to take this hoe break this hoe down like a frisco\nBut never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\nI test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\nLight they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\nMotherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\nLeave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\nUnderstand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\nCause up in this game focus aim and you forgotten\nI'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\nAnd I catch those tryin to escape\nWhere they goin? up out the back door\nAnd I'm at your head, wit a .38\nReady to murder, straight through your chest\nWit no time to waste, ix2\nLook at him, bleedin from the mob\nThere goes another nigga, gone\nBlood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\nNiggas can't get along, specially at these clubs\nTryin to fuck these same bitches\nStrange niggas, tryin to check nuts\nI just look as I drink my drink and I'm blown\nAll of a sudden, out of nothin'\nGoddamn there they go wit all that shit\nShankin and shootin and squabblin\nBut you know I'm holdin it down\nGang type mobbin\nI'm havin bad luck willie\nFeelin like I lost my dog\nLookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\nAin't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\nSpray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\nI'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\nHearin that you holdin what we did\nUp to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\nCome again come come niggas get toasted\nOven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\nAnd leave em turned up\nIs this that motherfuckin p a y\nBack city and it's shitty but for show they timed it\nYou get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\nYou see it and start runnin but can't run all night\nSooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\nAss naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n[Its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize\nWhat you doin time\nAnd i'mx2\nThe rich niggas will live\nThe poor niggas will die\nSo I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\nIs that how it goes?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.00] I'ma fix this shit '96\n[00:02.23] Uh\n[00:10.63] Face Mob in the motherfuckin' house\n[00:12.68] The G-B\n[00:13.87] C'mon\n[00:16.15] For the 1993-3\n[00:18.39] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:25.43] Gunshots rang out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?\n[00:28.67] Seen this nigga bite the bullet and damn, fucked him up\n[00:31.66] Put him outside his intercept, took his lifeline from him\n[00:35.65] Never got a chance to see who done it\n[00:37.63] Just niggas runnin'\n[00:38.96] Break into they shit before the gun\n[00:41.84] Put they ass up in the mix\n[00:43.30] And all I seen was him laid out chokin'\n[00:46.56] Eye to the back of his head, wide open\n[00:49.37] And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n[00:52.31] Because this nigga crossed a whole bunch of killers\n[00:55.28] But still a bunch of motherfuckers stand dazed\n[00:58.25] As they gaze at the corpse 'fore they drop him in the grave\n[01:00.91] Get paid, that's all he spoke\n[01:04.13] Lights out at your party, that's all she wrote\n[01:06.91] Everybody's got a time and a place they die\n[01:09.57] But if you out there, crowdin' up your space, it's fly, I\n[01:13.39] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[01:16.00] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[01:18.60] If life was a game that money could buy\n[01:21.42] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[01:24.13] That's why I\n[01:25.08] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[01:27.45] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[01:30.34] If life was a game that money could buy\n[01:32.90] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[01:36.19] Way down in the South deep on the creep\n[01:38.82] There was a monkey tried to step on big ol' lion feet, nigga peep\n[01:42.08] The monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n[01:44.75] Came up short on my scrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\n[01:47.72] What it look like on the Southside, it be hoppin'\n[01:50.71] Respect rule with the four-five if you're poppin'\n[01:53.52] I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief, wanna check mail\n[01:56.79] Shot him, now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n[01:59.67] But oh well, it's murder, tell me, have you heard of\n[02:02.65] Four-five packin', knucklehead from the Mob ready to serve ya\n[02:05.24] Meanwhile, I'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\n[02:08.31] A fool that wanna pop lip to turn and shake and gyrate\n[02:11.25] As I\n[02:12.00] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[02:13.98] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[02:17.06] If life was a game that money could buy\n[02:19.78] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[02:22.04] Up in the set, you see me mobbin', sippin' on the Hennessy\n[02:25.48] Looked up in the cut, damn, here comes my enemy\n[02:28.32] Eyes met and you best bet she got her bitches deep\n[02:31.55] Slowly they movin' closer, so I tap my feet\n[02:34.56] I'm 'bout to take this ho, break this ho down like a fresh soap\n[02:37.51] But never let go, up in this game, that's how the best rolls\n[02:40.35] I test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\n[02:43.25] Light they ass up like funk 'cause I ain't scared of you, punk\n[02:46.13] Motherfuckers that think I pull this trigger and blink\n[02:49.08] Leave they ass to stank, then I down the whole drank\n[02:52.04] Understand I'm out the door, tag they toe and leave 'em rotten\n[02:54.89] 'Cause up in this game, focus ain't and you forgotten\n[02:57.82] I'm moppin' on these hos like they wax floors and I catch those\n[03:01.24] Tryna escape, where they goin'? Up out the back door\n[03:04.08] And I'm at your head with a .38\n[03:06.45] Ready to murder straight through your chest with no time to waste, I\n[03:10.23] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[03:12.63] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[03:15.58] If life was a game that money could buy\n[03:18.25] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die, I\n[03:21.85] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[03:24.57] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[03:27.22] If life was a game that money could buy\n[03:30.21] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[03:32.81] Look at 'em bleedin' from the Mob, there goes another nigga gone\n[03:35.74] Blood all over the rug, should've stayed his ass at home\n[03:38.86] Niggas can't get along,'specially at these clubs\n[03:41.22] Tryna fuck these same bitches, strange niggas tryna check nuts\n[03:44.42] I just look as I drank my drank and I'm blown\n[03:47.83] All of a sudden, in the nothin', goddamn, there they go\n[03:50.61] With all that shit, shakin' and shootin' and squabblin'\n[03:53.37] But you know I'm holdin' it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[03:55.92] I'm havin' bad luck, really, feelin' like I lost my dog\n[03:59.03] Lookin' sick 'cause the motherfuckin' scratch is gone\n[04:02.03] Ain't no tomorrow, I gots to get some mo' today\n[04:04.98] Spray all that's in my way if he don't mob this way\n[04:07.95] I'm sick of window shoppin', eavesdroppin'\n[04:09.79] And hearin' that you holdin' what we did\n[04:11.44] All to yourself and tryna fuck me out my end\n[04:14.99] Come again, come, come, niggas get toasted, up and roasted\n[04:17.67] Evenly burn up on the syrup and leave 'em turn up\n[04:20.58] It's just that motherfuckin' P-A-Y\n[04:22.78] Back City in the city, but fo' sho' it time\n[04:25.41] You get what you got surely comin', the latex pipe\n[04:28.73] You see it and start runnin', but can't run all night\n[04:31.58] Sooner or later, you curl up to this sure shot shit\n[04:34.26] Ass naked for that motherfuckin' shit you did\n[04:37.46] It's a dog nation and at dog time\n[04:40.01] Everything must rewind, recognize what you doin' time\n[04:43.14] And I'm\n[04:43.83] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin'\n[04:46.27] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[04:49.31] If life was a game that money could buy\n[04:52.05] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die\n[04:54.98] Hold it down, game tight, mobbin' (c'mon)\n[04:58.13] Four-five packin', knuckleheads mackin' jackers that wanna try\n[05:01.09] If life was a game that money could buy\n[05:03.76] The rich niggas would live and the poor niggas would die (yeah)\n[05:08.87] The rich niggas will live, hehe\n[05:11.32] Poor niggas will die\n[05:17.88] So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n[05:21.77] Ain't that how it go? 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Yeah\n  start_ms: 321770\n  end_ms: 324990\nplain: |-\n  I'm gonna fix this shit in '96\n  Facemob in the motherfuckin' house, the g b\n  For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'\n  Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?!\n  Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up\n  Put him outside his innerself\n  Took his lifeline from him\n  Never got the chance to see who done it\n  Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit\n  Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix\n  And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'\n  Eyes to the back of his head, wide open\n  And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer\n  Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers\n  But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed\n  As they gaze at the corpse\n  Before they drop him in the grave [get paid]\n  That's all he spoke, lights out at your part\n  That's all she wrote\n  Everybody got a time and a place they die\n  But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, i\n  X2\n  Hold it down, gang type mobbin'\n  4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try\n  If life was a game, that money could buy\n  The rich niggas would live\n  And the po' niggas would die\n  Way down in the south, deep, on the creep\n  There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' lion feet\n  Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt\n  Came up short on my skrilla and got his monkey ass hurt\n  What it look like?\n  On the south side ti be hoppin'\n  Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'\n  I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?\n  Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale\n  But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?\n  4 5 pack o'knuckleheads from the mob ready to serve y'all\n  Meanwhile, i'ma tell y'all all just what I hate\n  A fool that want to pop lip\n  To turn and shake and gyrate, as iUp in the set you see me mobbin'\n  Sippin' on the Hennessy\n  Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy\n  Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep\n  Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps\n  I'm 'bout to take this hoe break this hoe down like a frisco\n  But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls\n  I test those who ain't never ever seen me jump\n  Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk\n  Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink\n  Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank\n  Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'\n  Cause up in this game focus aim and you forgotten\n  I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors\n  And I catch those tryin to escape\n  Where they goin? up out the back door\n  And I'm at your head, wit a .38\n  Ready to murder, straight through your chest\n  Wit no time to waste, ix2\n  Look at him, bleedin from the mob\n  There goes another nigga, gone\n  Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home\n  Niggas can't get along, specially at these clubs\n  Tryin to fuck these same bitches\n  Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts\n  I just look as I drink my drink and I'm blown\n  All of a sudden, out of nothin'\n  Goddamn there they go wit all that shit\n  Shankin and shootin and squabblin\n  But you know I'm holdin it down\n  Gang type mobbin\n  I'm havin bad luck willie\n  Feelin like I lost my dog\n  Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone\n  Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today\n  Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way\n  I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and\n  Hearin that you holdin what we did\n  Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end\n  Come again come come niggas get toasted\n  Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup\n  And leave em turned up\n  Is this that motherfuckin p a y\n  Back city and it's shitty but for show they timed it\n  You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe\n  You see it and start runnin but can't run all night\n  Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit\n  Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did\n  [Its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize\n  What you doin time\n  And i'mx2\n  The rich niggas will live\n  The poor niggas will die\n  So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich\n  Is that how it goes?\n"}]