[{"id":24246865,"name":"Everybody Dead","trackName":"Everybody Dead","artistName":"Giggs","albumName":"Now or Never","duration":165.489456,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Gunshot 'bout punches and fly kicks\nBig boss get murdered with sidekicks\nThese riders ride against cyclists\nThis spicy food with the spices\n\nFuck dem gyal and we a fly shit\nDiss the link and inna neck we shove icepick\nNo informer boy we nah have ties with (Anybody dead)\nNone of them born and nuh want no smoke like a light spliff (Ah)\nBag a hype\nHad to buss his head like grab a pipe (Yeah)\nEverybody ate, mad appetite (Yeah)\nEverybody fed, man strap or die (Ah)\nSmash buck up pon him head, mad buck will fly (Yeah)\nEverybody dead, bap, bucka bye (Yeah)\nEverybody bled when copper fly\nAnd anybody test, man stop him, bye (Ah, ah, ah)\n\nJealous youts, pricks spike jealousy\nChicks like Hollowman, big bad remedy\nChicken and chips and wings like Tennessee\nBitches just tryna get looks like, \"Let me see\"\nJanuary, March chicks sticks like February\nNiggas love bitches and this that chemistry\nIf a man flip up, man lifts that cemetery\nHollow might run up and kick that penalty (Ah)\nSabotage (Yeah)\nEverybody fled, camouflage (Yeah)\nAnybody, badman at large (Ah)\nMaggie pon him head with the kamikaze (Hol' on)\n\nI'm burnin' man dem from London with the Myalite (Hol' on)\nWith the rifle dem we acquire from the Israelites (Buss)\nKnow yourself, before me make your mother miss your life (Ah)\nNuh ramp with Giggs, pussy, this yah nuh no gigabytes\nPut you pon a fridge of ice, scan and\nTake your picture, right? (Hol' on)\nWe nuh toy fi dem play with, this anuh Fisher Price\nWhen dem feel say life sacred, dem get a bitter vibes (Ah)\nYeah, me see it as me state it, dem make the trigger rise\nMi gun, it make a bigger noise than\nWhat some bwoy a visualize (Hol' on)\nWaan gamble with dem existence, nigga, pick a dice (Bullet)\nWatch dem a run, pussy a scatter when the clip a strike\n24K there 'round me neck, oh yeah, mi drip a life\nSplash like a flipper dive (Drip, drip, drip, drip)\nHahaha\nYou nuh see dem a waste, a sprat\nRemember, nuh waan fi waste no shot\nSo me fling a knife\nInformer tell the police, me nah go be polite (Again)\nDem say dem married to the gun, me never seen no rice\nYo, Giggs (Hol' on), yeah, sekkle weh\nThe pussy dem lick (Buh-buh-buh-buh)\n'Cause it ago hurt fi what me do to dem clique (Buh-buh-buh-buh)\nDem a baby, dem fi search around go look fi dem bib (Dem bib)\nOut the fucking grave weh man dig, yeah (Burn out)\nWhen me shoot the shot, ah, dem nuh miss, we splendid (Buh-buh)\nBag a strap deh pon we block, nigga, we well defended (Buh)\nDem a baby, tell dem search around go look fi dem bib (Dem bib)\nCome make we tell dem yow, Giggs (Hol' on)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everybody Dead\n  artist: Giggs\n  album: Now or Never\n  duration_ms: 165489\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Gunshot 'bout punches and fly kicks\n  Big boss get murdered with sidekicks\n  These riders ride against cyclists\n  This spicy food with the spices\n\n  Fuck dem gyal and we a fly shit\n  Diss the link and inna neck we shove icepick\n  No informer boy we nah have ties with (Anybody dead)\n  None of them born and nuh want no smoke like a light spliff (Ah)\n  Bag a hype\n  Had to buss his head like grab a pipe (Yeah)\n  Everybody ate, mad appetite (Yeah)\n  Everybody fed, man strap or die (Ah)\n  Smash buck up pon him head, mad buck will fly (Yeah)\n  Everybody dead, bap, bucka bye (Yeah)\n  Everybody bled when copper fly\n  And anybody test, man stop him, bye (Ah, ah, ah)\n\n  Jealous youts, pricks spike jealousy\n  Chicks like Hollowman, big bad remedy\n  Chicken and chips and wings like Tennessee\n  Bitches just tryna get looks like, \"Let me see\"\n  January, March chicks sticks like February\n  Niggas love bitches and this that chemistry\n  If a man flip up, man lifts that cemetery\n  Hollow might run up and kick that penalty (Ah)\n  Sabotage (Yeah)\n  Everybody fled, camouflage (Yeah)\n  Anybody, badman at large (Ah)\n  Maggie pon him head with the kamikaze (Hol' on)\n\n  I'm burnin' man dem from London with the Myalite (Hol' on)\n  With the rifle dem we acquire from the Israelites (Buss)\n  Know yourself, before me make your mother miss your life (Ah)\n  Nuh ramp with Giggs, pussy, this yah nuh no gigabytes\n  Put you pon a fridge of ice, scan and\n  Take your picture, right? (Hol' on)\n  We nuh toy fi dem play with, this anuh Fisher Price\n  When dem feel say life sacred, dem get a bitter vibes (Ah)\n  Yeah, me see it as me state it, dem make the trigger rise\n  Mi gun, it make a bigger noise than\n  What some bwoy a visualize (Hol' on)\n  Waan gamble with dem existence, nigga, pick a dice (Bullet)\n  Watch dem a run, pussy a scatter when the clip a strike\n  24K there 'round me neck, oh yeah, mi drip a life\n  Splash like a flipper dive (Drip, drip, drip, drip)\n  Hahaha\n  You nuh see dem a waste, a sprat\n  Remember, nuh waan fi waste no shot\n  So me fling a knife\n  Informer tell the police, me nah go be polite (Again)\n  Dem say dem married to the gun, me never seen no rice\n  Yo, Giggs (Hol' on), yeah, sekkle weh\n  The pussy dem lick (Buh-buh-buh-buh)\n  'Cause it ago hurt fi what me do to dem clique (Buh-buh-buh-buh)\n  Dem a baby, dem fi search around go look fi dem bib (Dem bib)\n  Out the fucking grave weh man dig, yeah (Burn out)\n  When me shoot the shot, ah, dem nuh miss, we splendid (Buh-buh)\n  Bag a strap deh pon we block, nigga, we well defended (Buh)\n  Dem a baby, tell dem search around go look fi dem bib (Dem bib)\n  Come make we tell dem yow, Giggs (Hol' on)\n"}]