[{"id":3060402,"name":"260","trackName":"260","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Ironman","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right\nI got to take him off of here\nCause there's only one, and that's me\nYou understand? for all that fighting, you understand\nThat sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me\nAnd I know he can't whoop me, i...\nAy boy, the nigga whole style is chump\nYou understand?\nLet me get mines first\nThen after I get mines, you can do what you want to do...\n\n[Ghostface]\nYeah, scandalous\nYeah miraculous, the arsonists\n\nYo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260\n2l, I heard they had o's for sale\nI heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip\nKeep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate\nWhere's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem\nPretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him\nPower sun, jungle, physical, you know the god\nHe go with tim, the one who called lover of god\nWhile equality sell, I know the master law now\nIt's time to get the God jewel and blow like mines\nBut on the iow I heard he got born original sin\nBack in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac\nWe got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread\nU.f.o.'s movin in with bigger plans than fed, yo\nKnock on daddy-o's door get the scope\nHe's not home, he took ishmael to park slope\nThere go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff\nThat get you crashed out had you laid out like bums\nPeace keana, what's up with your girlfriend wanda\nShe drive a green honda, with legs like jane fonda\nI just left her, she took rashean to pathmark then\nJetted to canal to get her man some cloth\n\nShe said be back in ninety minutes, ghostface God forbid\nShe say, peace to w, who's watchin the kids?\n\n[Raekwon]\nTwo hours later, scheamin like deniro in casino\nSon better have more coke than al pacino\nKeana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half\nAnd tymeek bought her a aircraft\nBut anyway, yo, daddy-o home, we need the shotties nidow\nWhen we get back, throw you a bit out\nLater that night, stay mesmerized yo\nGo get the green 5, meet you on the corner of marriot\nYou ready, you got the e&j and the machete?\nWe goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty\nWe walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists\nMasks on, second floor, dunn yo, I handle this\nKick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical\nNatural, f**kin a white bitch, actual\nFiends chanting, \"do your thing chef, handle it\"\nI shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit carolyn\nRan to the back analyzin, much disguisin\nSurprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized\nAnd buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, f**k it\nMeet shottie waddy slug body hobby\nWhere the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin\nFake cats announcin on the block, you loungin\nWhere the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin\n(Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin\nBitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back\nChef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at)\nCome here valerie, you know the God he need a salary\nPut down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery\nIt's in the kitchen in the ceiling\n(Baby girl kept squealing\nOnly found a white block of cheese from new zealand\nOhhh shit! yo, yo where that shit at yo?\nYo chef, where that shit? what? what? aiyyo...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.42] Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right\n[00:03.18] I got to take him off of here\n[00:05.05] Cause there's only one, and that's me\n[00:07.72] You understand? for all that fighting, you understand\n[00:10.41] That sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me\n[00:12.92] And I know he can't whoop me, i...\n[00:15.69] Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump\n[00:18.37] You understand?\n[00:20.16] Let me get mines first\n[00:21.94] Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do...\n[00:24.61] [Ghostface]\n[00:25.55] Yeah, scandalous\n[00:29.10] Yeah miraculous, the arsonists\n[00:34.68] Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260\n[00:37.36] 2l, I heard they had o's for sale\n[00:40.18] I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip\n[00:41.94] Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate\n[00:44.78] Where's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem\n[00:46.52] Pretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him\n[00:48.35] Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the god\n[00:51.06] He go with tim, the one who called lover of god\n[00:53.81] While equality sell, I know the master law now\n[00:55.65] It's time to get the God jewel and blow like mines\n[00:58.05] But on the iow I heard he got born original sin\n[01:00.83] Back in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac\n[01:02.68] We got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread\n[01:05.34] U.f.o.'s movin in with bigger plans than fed, yo\n[01:08.09] Knock on daddy-o's door get the scope\n[01:09.92] He's not home, he took ishmael to park slope\n[01:12.64] There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff\n[01:14.48] That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums\n[01:16.25] Peace keana, what's up with your girlfriend wanda\n[01:18.93] She drive a green honda, with legs like jane fonda\n[01:21.73] I just left her, she took rashean to pathmark then\n[01:23.58] Jetted to canal to get her man some cloth\n[01:26.25] She said be back in ninety minutes, ghostface God forbid\n[01:29.05] She say, peace to w, who's watchin the kids?\n[01:30.87] [Raekwon]\n[01:31.02] Two hours later, scheamin like deniro in casino\n[01:32.81] Son better have more coke than al pacino\n[01:35.51] Keana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half\n[01:38.24] And tymeek bought her a aircraft\n[01:40.16] But anyway, yo, daddy-o home, we need the shotties nidow\n[01:42.82] When we get back, throw you a bit out\n[01:44.62] Later that night, stay mesmerized yo\n[01:47.43] Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of marriot\n[01:50.11] You ready, you got the e&j and the machete?\n[01:51.97] We goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty\n[01:54.72] We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists\n[01:56.53] Masks on, second floor, dunn yo, I handle this\n[01:59.23] Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical\n[02:01.08] Natural, f**kin a white bitch, actual\n[02:03.85] Fiends chanting, \"do your thing chef, handle it\"\n[02:06.59] I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit carolyn\n[02:08.34] Ran to the back analyzin, much disguisin\n[02:10.20] Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized\n[02:12.97] And buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, f**k it\n[02:15.68] Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby\n[02:17.58] Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin\n[02:20.20] Fake cats announcin on the block, you loungin\n[02:22.03] Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin\n[02:23.87] (Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin\n[02:26.56] Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back\n[02:29.36] Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at)\n[02:32.01] Come here valerie, you know the God he need a salary\n[02:33.84] Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery\n[02:36.52] It's in the kitchen in the ceiling\n[02:37.77] (Baby girl kept squealing\n[02:39.42] Only found a white block of cheese from new zealand\n[02:41.36] Ohhh shit! yo, yo where that shit at yo?\n[02:42.69] Yo chef, where that shit? what? what? aiyyo...)\n[02:43.63] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '260'\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: Ironman\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right\n  start_ms: 420\n  end_ms: 3180\n- text: I got to take him off of here\n  start_ms: 3180\n  end_ms: 5050\n- text: Cause there's only one, and that's me\n  start_ms: 5050\n  end_ms: 7720\n- text: You understand? for all that fighting, you 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good, that sucka think he can whoop me\nAnd I know he can't whoop me, i...\nAy boy, the nigga whole style is chump\nYou understand?\nLet me get mines first\nThen after I get mines, you can do what you want to do...\n\n[Ghostface]\nYeah, scandalous\nYeah miraculous, the arsonists\n\nYo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260\n2l, I heard they had o's for sale\nI heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip\nKeep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate\nWhere's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem\nPretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him\nPower sun, jungle, physical, you know the god\nHe go with tim, the one who called lover of god\nWhile equality sell, I know the master law now\nIt's time to get the God jewel and blow like mines\nBut on the iow I heard he got born original sin\nBack in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac\nWe got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread\nU.f.o.'s movin in with bigger plans than fed, yo\nKnock on daddy-o's door get the scope\nHe's not home, he took ishmael to park slope\nThere go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff\nThat get you crashed out had you laid out like bums\nPeace keana, what's up with your girlfriend wanda\nShe drive a green honda, with legs like jane fonda\nI just left her, she took rashean to pathmark then\nJetted to canal to get her man some cloth\n\nShe said be back in ninety minutes, ghostface God forbid\nShe say, peace to w, who's watchin the kids?\n\n[Raekwon]\nTwo hours later, scheamin like deniro in casino\nSon better have more coke than al pacino\nKeana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half\nAnd tymeek bought her a aircraft\nBut anyway, yo, daddy-o home, we need the shotties nidow\nWhen we get back, throw you a bit out\nLater that night, stay mesmerized yo\nGo get the green 5, meet you on the corner of marriot\nYou ready, you got the e&j and the machete?\nWe goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty\nWe walked in, both of us, looked 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fighting, you understand\n  That sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me\n  And I know he can't whoop me, i...\n  Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump\n  You understand?\n  Let me get mines first\n  Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do...\n\n  [Ghostface]\n  Yeah, scandalous\n  Yeah miraculous, the arsonists\n\n  Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260\n  2l, I heard they had o's for sale\n  I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip\n  Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate\n  Where's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem\n  Pretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him\n  Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the god\n  He go with tim, the one who called lover of god\n  While equality sell, I know the master law now\n  It's time to get the God jewel and blow like mines\n  But on the iow I heard he got born original sin\n  Back in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac\n  We got to get him dunn, aliens is 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there's only one, and that's me\nYou understand? for all that fighting, you understand\nThat sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me\nAnd I know he can't whoop me, i...\nAy boy, the nigga whole style is chump\nYou understand?\nLet me get mines first\nThen after I get mines, you can do what you want to do...\n\n[Ghostface]\nYeah, scandalous\nYeah miraculous, the arsonists\n\nYo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260\n2l, I heard they had o's for sale\nI heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip\nKeep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate\nWhere's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem\nPretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him\nPower sun, jungle, physical, you know the god\nHe go with tim, the one who called lover of god\nWhile equality sell, I know the master law now\nIt's time to get the God jewel and blow like mines\nBut on the iow I heard he got born original sin\nBack in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac\nWe got to get him 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do...\n\n[Ghostface]\nYeah, scandalous\nYeah miraculous, the arsonists\n\nYo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260\n2l, I heard they had o's for sale\nI heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip\nKeep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate\nWhere's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem\nPretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him\nPower sun, jungle, physical, you know the god\nHe go with tim, the one who called lover of god\nWhile equality sell, I know the master law now\nIt's time to get the God jewel and blow like mines\nBut on the iow I heard he got born original sin\nBack in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac\nWe got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread\nU.f.o.'s movin in with bigger plans than fed, yo\nKnock on daddy-o's door get the scope\nHe's not home, he took ishmael to park slope\nThere go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff\nThat get you crashed out had you laid out like bums\nPeace keana, what's up with your 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chef, handle it\"\n[02:06.54] I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit carolyn\n[02:08.39] Ran to the back analyzin, much disguisin\n[02:10.20] Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized\n[02:12.95] And buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it\n[02:15.64] Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby\n[02:17.51] Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin\n[02:20.23] Fake cats announcin on the block, you loungin\n[02:22.06] Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin\n[02:23.85] (yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin\n[02:26.55] Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back\n[02:29.30] Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at)\n[02:32.06] Come here valerie, you know the God he need a salary\n[02:33.80] Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery\n[02:36.59] It's in the kitchen in the ceiling\n[02:37.76] Baby girl kept squealing\n[02:39.49] Only found a white block of cheese from new zealand\n[02:40.27] Ohhh 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What?\n[02:43.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 260 (feat. 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53570\n- text: Y.E.quality S.Elf, I know the natural law now\n  start_ms: 53570\n  end_ms: 56250\n- text: It's time to get the God you and blow like mines\n  start_ms: 56250\n  end_ms: 58020\n- text: But on the low I heard he got born original sin\n  start_ms: 58020\n  end_ms: 59820\n- text: Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his ack\n  start_ms: 59820\n  end_ms: 62580\n- text: We got to get him Dunn, aliens is snatchin' our bread\n  start_ms: 62580\n  end_ms: 64490\n- text: U.F.O.'s movin' in with bigger plans than fed, yo\n  start_ms: 64490\n  end_ms: 67100\n- text: Knock on daddy O's door get the scope\n  start_ms: 67100\n  end_ms: 68930\n- text: He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope\n  start_ms: 68930\n  end_ms: 71660\n- text: There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff\n  start_ms: 71660\n  end_ms: 74360\n- text: That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums\n  start_ms: 74360\n  end_ms: 77100\n- text: Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda\n  start_ms: 77100\n  end_ms: 78020\n- text: She drive a green Honda with legs like Jane Fonda\n  start_ms: 78020\n  end_ms: 80780\n- text: I just left her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then\n  start_ms: 80780\n  end_ms: 83480\n- text: Jetted to canal to get her man some Clarks\n  start_ms: 83480\n  end_ms: 87060\n- text: She said, \"Be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid\"\n  start_ms: 87060\n  end_ms: 88930\n- text: She say, \"Peace to W, who's watchin' the kids?\"\n  start_ms: 88930\n  end_ms: 93430\n- text: Two hours later, scheamin' like Deniro in Casino\n  start_ms: 93430\n  end_ms: 94340\n- text: Son better have more coke than Al Pacino\n  start_ms: 94340\n  end_ms: 96170\n- text: Keana ain't tellin' no lies, last year she did a Sting and a half\n  start_ms: 96170\n  end_ms: 97950\n- text: And Tymeek bought her a aircraft\n  start_ms: 97950\n  end_ms: 99790\n- text: But anyway, yo, daddy O home, we need the shotties nidow\n  start_ms: 99790\n  end_ms: 102480\n- text: When we get back, throw you a bit out\n  start_ms: 102480\n  end_ms: 105230\n- text: Later that night, stay mesmerized yo\n  start_ms: 105230\n  end_ms: 106160\n- text: Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Marriot\n  start_ms: 106160\n  end_ms: 109700\n- text: You ready, you got the E and J and The Machete?\n  start_ms: 109700\n  end_ms: 111570\n- text: We goin' upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty\n  start_ms: 111570\n  end_ms: 114280\n- text: We walked in both of us looked like terrorists\n  start_ms: 114280\n  end_ms: 117810\n- text: Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I handle this\n  start_ms: 117810\n  end_ms: 118870\n- text: Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical\n  start_ms: 118870\n  end_ms: 120600\n- text: Natural, fuckin' a white bitch, actual\n  start_ms: 120600\n  end_ms: 123350\n- text: Fiends chantin', \"Do your thing chef, handle it\"\n  start_ms: 123350\n  end_ms: 125140\n- text: I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn\n  start_ms: 125140\n  end_ms: 127850\n- text: Ran to the back analyzin', much disguisin'\n  start_ms: 127850\n  end_ms: 129670\n- text: Surprise we comin' and their eyes were tranquilized\n  start_ms: 129670\n  end_ms: 132480\n- text: And buggin', throwin' her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it\n  start_ms: 132480\n  end_ms: 135150\n- text: Meet Shottie Waddy slug body hobby\n  start_ms: 135150\n  end_ms: 137870\n- text: Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin'\n  start_ms: 137870\n  end_ms: 139670\n- text: Fake cats announcin' on the block, you loungin'\n  start_ms: 139670\n  end_ms: 141580\n- text: Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin'\n  start_ms: 141580\n  end_ms: 143330\n- text: Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin'\n  start_ms: 143330\n  end_ms: 146930\n- text: Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back\n  start_ms: 146930\n  end_ms: 148780\n- text: Chef stop wavin' that, show him where the paper at\n  start_ms: 148780\n  end_ms: 152360\n- text: Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary\n  start_ms: 152360\n  end_ms: 154130\n- text: Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery\n  start_ms: 154130\n  end_ms: 156070\n- text: It's in the kitchen in the ceilin' baby girl kept squealin'\n  start_ms: 156070\n  end_ms: 157820\n- text: Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand\n  start_ms: 157820\n  end_ms: 160560\n- text: Oh shit, yo, yo where that shit at yo?\n  start_ms: 160560\n  end_ms: 162300\n- text: Yo Chef, where that shit? What?\n  start_ms: 162300\n  end_ms: 163270\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 163270\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, scandalous\n  Yeah, miraculous the arsonists\n\n  Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260\n  2L, I heard they had O's for sale\n  I heard the same shit, money drive a Burgundy whip\n  Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate\n\n  Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusalem\n  Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him\n  Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the God\n  He go with Tim, the one who called lover of God\n\n  Y.E.quality S.Elf, I know the natural law now\n  It's time to get the God you and blow like mines\n  But on the low I heard he got born original sin\n  Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his ack\n\n  We got to get him Dunn, aliens is snatchin' our bread\n  U.F.O.'s movin' in with bigger plans than fed, yo\n  Knock on daddy O's door get the scope\n  He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope\n\n  There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff\n  That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums\n  Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda\n  She drive a green Honda with legs like Jane Fonda\n\n  I just left her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then\n  Jetted to canal to get her man some Clarks\n  She said, \"Be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid\"\n  She say, \"Peace to W, who's watchin' the kids?\"\n\n  Two hours later, scheamin' like Deniro in Casino\n  Son better have more coke than Al Pacino\n  Keana ain't tellin' no lies, last year she did a Sting and a half\n  And Tymeek bought her a aircraft\n\n  But anyway, yo, daddy O home, we need the shotties nidow\n  When we get back, throw you a bit out\n  Later that night, stay mesmerized yo\n  Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Marriot\n\n  You ready, you got the E and J and The Machete?\n  We goin' upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty\n  We walked in both of us looked like terrorists\n  Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I handle this\n\n  Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical\n  Natural, fuckin' a white bitch, actual\n  Fiends chantin', \"Do your thing chef, handle it\"\n  I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn\n\n  Ran to the back analyzin', much disguisin'\n  Surprise we comin' and their eyes were tranquilized\n  And buggin', throwin' her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it\n  Meet Shottie Waddy slug body hobby\n\n  Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin'\n  Fake cats announcin' on the block, you loungin'\n  Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin'\n  Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin'\n\n  Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back\n  Chef stop wavin' that, show him where the paper at\n  Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary\n  Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery\n\n  It's in the kitchen in the ceilin' baby girl kept squealin'\n  Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand\n  Oh shit, yo, yo where that shit at yo?\n  Yo Chef, where that shit? What?\n"},{"id":37304003,"name":"260 (featuring Raekwon)","trackName":"260 (featuring Raekwon)","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Ironman","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right\nI got to take him off of here\nCause there's only one, and that's me\nYou understand? for all that fighting, you understand\nThat sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me\n\nAnd I know he can't whoop me, I\nAy boy, the nigga whole style is chump\nYou understand?\nLet me get mines first\nThen after I get mines, you can do what you want to do\n\nYeah, scandalous\nYeah miraculous, the arsonists\n\nYo, kicked down the door on the spot, two sixty\nTwo-L, I heard they had O's for sale\nI heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip\nKeep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate\nWhere's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem\nPretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him\nPower sun, jungle, physical, you know the God\nHe go with tim, the one who called lover of God\n\nWhile equality sell, I know the master law now\nIt's time to get the God jewel and blow like mines\nBut on the iow I heard he got born original sin\nBack in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac\nWe got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread\nU.F.O.'s movin in with bigger plans than fed, yo\nKnock on daddy-o's door get the scope\n\nHe's not home, he took ishmael to park slope\nThere go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff\nThat get you crashed out had you laid out like bums\nPeace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda\nShe drive a green honda, with legs like Jane Fonda\nI just left her, she took rashean to pathmark then\nJetted to canal to get her man some cloth\n\nShe said be back in ninety minutes, ghostface God forbid\nShe say, peace to W, who's watchin the kids?\n\nTwo hours later, scheamin like deniro in casino\nSon better have more coke than al pacino\nKeana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half\nAnd tymeek bought her a aircraft\nBut anyway, yo, daddy-o home, we need the shotties nidow\nWhen we get back, throw you a bit out\nLater that night, stay mesmerized yo\n\nGo get the green five, meet you on the corner of marriot\nYou ready, you got the E and J and the machete?\nWe goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty\nWe walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists\nMasks on, second floor, dunn yo, I handle this\nKick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical\nNatural, fuckin a white bitch, actual\nFiends chanting, \"do your thing chef, handle it\"\n\nI shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit carolyn\nRan to the back analyzin, much disguisin\nSurprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized\nAnd buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it\nMeet shottie waddy slug body hobby\nWhere the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin\nFake cats announcin on the block, you loungin\nWhere the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin\n(yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin\n\nBitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back\nChef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at)\nCome here valerie, you know the God he need a salary\nPut down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery\nIt's in the kitchen in the ceiling\nBaby girl kept squealing\nOnly found a white block of cheese from new zealand\nOhhh shit! yo, yo where that shit at yo?\nYo chef, where that shit? 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What?\n  start_ms: 162300\n  end_ms: 163270\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 163270\nplain: |-\n  Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right\n  I got to take him off of here\n  Cause there's only one, and that's me\n  You understand? for all that fighting, you understand\n  That sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me\n\n  And I know he can't whoop me, I\n  Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump\n  You understand?\n  Let me get mines first\n  Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do\n\n  Yeah, scandalous\n  Yeah miraculous, the arsonists\n\n  Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, two sixty\n  Two-L, I heard they had O's for sale\n  I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip\n  Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate\n  Where's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem\n  Pretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him\n  Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the God\n  He go with tim, the one who called lover of God\n\n  While equality sell, I know the master law now\n  It's time to get the God jewel and blow like mines\n  But on the iow I heard he got born original sin\n  Back in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac\n  We got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread\n  U.F.O.'s movin in with bigger plans than fed, yo\n  Knock on daddy-o's door get the scope\n\n  He's not home, he took ishmael to park slope\n  There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff\n  That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums\n  Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda\n  She drive a green honda, with legs like Jane Fonda\n  I just left her, she took rashean to pathmark then\n  Jetted to canal to get her man some cloth\n\n  She said be back in ninety minutes, ghostface God forbid\n  She say, peace to W, who's watchin the kids?\n\n  Two hours later, scheamin like deniro in casino\n  Son better have more coke than al pacino\n  Keana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half\n  And tymeek bought her a aircraft\n  But anyway, yo, daddy-o home, we need the shotties nidow\n  When we get back, throw you a bit out\n  Later that night, stay mesmerized yo\n\n  Go get the green five, meet you on the corner of marriot\n  You ready, you got the E and J and the machete?\n  We goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty\n  We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists\n  Masks on, second floor, dunn yo, I handle this\n  Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical\n  Natural, fuckin a white bitch, actual\n  Fiends chanting, \"do your thing chef, handle it\"\n\n  I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit carolyn\n  Ran to the back analyzin, much disguisin\n  Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized\n  And buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it\n  Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby\n  Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin\n  Fake cats announcin on the block, you loungin\n  Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin\n  (yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin\n\n  Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back\n  Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at)\n  Come here valerie, you know the God he need a salary\n  Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery\n  It's in the kitchen in the ceiling\n  Baby girl kept squealing\n  Only found a white block of cheese from new zealand\n  Ohhh shit! yo, yo where that shit at yo?\n  Yo chef, where that shit? what? what? aiyyo\n"},{"id":36498516,"name":"260 (Album Version)","trackName":"260 (Album Version)","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Ironman","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right\nI got to take him off of here\nCause there's only one, and that's me\nYou understand? for all that fighting, you understand\nThat sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me\n\nAnd I know he can't whoop me, I\nAy boy, the nigga whole style is chump\nYou understand?\nLet me get mines first\nThen after I get mines, you can do what you want to do\n\nYeah, scandalous\nYeah miraculous, the arsonists\n\nYo, kicked down the door on the spot, two sixty\nTwo-L, I heard they had O's for sale\nI heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip\nKeep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate\nWhere's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem\nPretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him\nPower sun, jungle, physical, you know the God\nHe go with tim, the one who called lover of God\n\nWhile equality sell, I know the master law now\nIt's time to get the God jewel and blow like mines\nBut on the iow I heard he got born original sin\nBack in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac\nWe got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread\nU.F.O.'s movin in with bigger plans than fed, yo\nKnock on daddy-o's door get the scope\n\nHe's not home, he took ishmael to park slope\nThere go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff\nThat get you crashed out had you laid out like bums\nPeace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda\nShe drive a green honda, with legs like Jane Fonda\nI just left her, she took rashean to pathmark then\nJetted to canal to get her man some cloth\n\nShe said be back in ninety minutes, ghostface God forbid\nShe say, peace to W, who's watchin the kids?\n\nTwo hours later, scheamin like deniro in casino\nSon better have more coke than al pacino\nKeana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half\nAnd tymeek bought her a aircraft\nBut anyway, yo, daddy-o home, we need the shotties nidow\nWhen we get back, throw you a bit out\nLater that night, stay mesmerized yo\n\nGo get the green five, meet you on the corner of marriot\nYou ready, you got the E and J and the machete?\nWe goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty\nWe walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists\nMasks on, second floor, dunn yo, I handle this\nKick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical\nNatural, fuckin a white bitch, actual\nFiends chanting, \"do your thing chef, handle it\"\n\nI shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit carolyn\nRan to the back analyzin, much disguisin\nSurprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized\nAnd buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it\nMeet shottie waddy slug body hobby\nWhere the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin\nFake cats announcin on the block, you loungin\nWhere the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin\n(yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin\n\nBitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back\nChef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at)\nCome here valerie, you know the God he need a salary\nPut down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery\nIt's in the kitchen in the ceiling\nBaby girl kept squealing\nOnly found a white block of cheese from new zealand\nOhhh shit! yo, yo where that shit at yo?\nYo chef, where that shit? 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