[{"id":10493695,"name":"Forget Me Knots","trackName":"Forget Me Knots","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Magnum Force","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Ruck)\nTo all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)\nI know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me\n* repeat 2X *\n\n\"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\n(Rock)\nTo all my hardcore niggaz yo I'm still the same\nWon't let the game change me, I'm trying to change the game\nThis shit is mad lame -- hip-hop party rules no jeans, Timbs\nor hoodies or hats, sound like you mean me -- fuck ya!\nYou still get shot up ain't nuttin there but players\nFuck you think? Nigga steppin on your thousand dollar gators\nStupid-asses -- you shook at the site of party crashers\nAt the door actin, like you don't know who Bummy Jab is\nThey tell you Rock, tellin me, \"Don't act no fool\"\n\"You heard of scotch on the rocks?\" I make the whole shit cool\nBut I'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy pants draggin\nDeep rollin heat holdin nigga til I'm triple platinum\n\n(Ruck)\nTo all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)\nI know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me\n\n\"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\n(Rock)\nM.F.C.!\nHey hey, that's my partner Price man\nThe whole industry's against him and me\nLike thugs are to death penalties\nbut we got the remedy for all that punk shit\nOne clip up in the macra\nmake wiffleballs out all of you popcorn rappers\nCallin my crew haters, knowin damn well you hate me\nBut scared to stick it to me, knowin damn well I break teeth\nAlcatraz, forever Rock hard, got scars for this rap shit\nGot locked behind bars, fluck the actin\nAll my grimy-ass cannon handlers, standin in the lobbies\nStay forever rowdy, niggaz It's Your World like Bobby\nRob these, cats claimin they got so much cheese\nwhen it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses home freezin\nReppin for my housin P's and, catch me out in Shaolin\nWhylin with Ghost, Deck, and Tical and them\nBefore I'm out the door big up my Outlaw niggaz\nMy hardcore lovin thirsty out for war niggaz\n\n(Ruck)\nTo all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)\nI know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me\n\n\"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n* repeat 2X *\n\n(Ruck)\nTo all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)\nI know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me\nNever that, I'm constantly comin with clever raps\nWe sever that, take your head and slap em leather strap\nYou better pack, your gat or the outcome you outdone\nI doubt them, niggaz can fuck with the Ruckus without fun\nAiyyo what this about son? Aiyyo witness a nigga clout son\nTrippin with these chickens and sippin on Guinness Stout son\nWithout them, this nigga who jumped up and asked me\n\"Are you fuckin my sister man?\" when that bitch Butch like Cassidy\nHELL NO, quick fast this man caught the elbow\nShells load, he fell froze, buck stuck like velcro\nHis man yelled, \"Yo, ain't no need to fuckin draw gats,\nwe all black\" Put the gat down, I left his jaw tapped\nI saw that, Duke ain't want no beef in the first place\nJust a gerk face nigga tryin to rep his birthplace\nThe worst case scenario, I leave your ass shot up\nFuck up my rap product and back to crack narcotics\nThe moral of this story is -- there is no moral God\nJust my shit is hard, and if your shit ain't like us\nyouse a fraud, motherfucker\n\n(Rock)\nWord up\nStraight like that\nFuck one of y'all niggaz up\n\n\"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\n(Ruck)\nTo all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)\nI know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me\n\n\"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\n(what, uh-huh, see you in hell motherfucker)\n\nTo all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)\nThe game change. but fuck y'all\n\n\"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\nStill in there, word up\nHeltah Skeltah what the fuck\n\n(Rock)\nChop your motherfuckin hands off and put a Walkman on you\nwith no motherfuckin frequency, nigga\n\n\"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\nDip your ass in honey\n\n\"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\nand then just get the flies to? you motherfucker\nYou punk motherfuckers, you sweet sons of bitches\n\n\"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\n(Ruck)\nFuckin, onionhead-ass, hardcore shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Forget Me Knots\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Magnum Force\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Ruck)\n  To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)\n  I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me\n  * repeat 2X *\n\n  \"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\n  (Rock)\n  To all my hardcore niggaz yo I'm still the same\n  Won't let the game change me, I'm trying to change the game\n  This shit is mad lame -- hip-hop party rules no jeans, Timbs\n  or hoodies or hats, sound like you mean me -- fuck ya!\n  You still get shot up ain't nuttin there but players\n  Fuck you think? Nigga steppin on your thousand dollar gators\n  Stupid-asses -- you shook at the site of party crashers\n  At the door actin, like you don't know who Bummy Jab is\n  They tell you Rock, tellin me, \"Don't act no fool\"\n  \"You heard of scotch on the rocks?\" I make the whole shit cool\n  But I'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy pants draggin\n  Deep rollin heat holdin nigga til I'm triple platinum\n\n  (Ruck)\n  To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)\n  I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me\n\n  \"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\n  (Rock)\n  M.F.C.!\n  Hey hey, that's my partner Price man\n  The whole industry's against him and me\n  Like thugs are to death penalties\n  but we got the remedy for all that punk shit\n  One clip up in the macra\n  make wiffleballs out all of you popcorn rappers\n  Callin my crew haters, knowin damn well you hate me\n  But scared to stick it to me, knowin damn well I break teeth\n  Alcatraz, forever Rock hard, got scars for this rap shit\n  Got locked behind bars, fluck the actin\n  All my grimy-ass cannon handlers, standin in the lobbies\n  Stay forever rowdy, niggaz It's Your World like Bobby\n  Rob these, cats claimin they got so much cheese\n  when it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses home freezin\n  Reppin for my housin P's and, catch me out in Shaolin\n  Whylin with Ghost, Deck, and Tical and them\n  Before I'm out the door big up my Outlaw niggaz\n  My hardcore lovin thirsty out for war niggaz\n\n  (Ruck)\n  To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)\n  I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me\n\n  \"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n  * repeat 2X *\n\n  (Ruck)\n  To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)\n  I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me\n  Never that, I'm constantly comin with clever raps\n  We sever that, take your head and slap em leather strap\n  You better pack, your gat or the outcome you outdone\n  I doubt them, niggaz can fuck with the Ruckus without fun\n  Aiyyo what this about son? Aiyyo witness a nigga clout son\n  Trippin with these chickens and sippin on Guinness Stout son\n  Without them, this nigga who jumped up and asked me\n  \"Are you fuckin my sister man?\" when that bitch Butch like Cassidy\n  HELL NO, quick fast this man caught the elbow\n  Shells load, he fell froze, buck stuck like velcro\n  His man yelled, \"Yo, ain't no need to fuckin draw gats,\n  we all black\" Put the gat down, I left his jaw tapped\n  I saw that, Duke ain't want no beef in the first place\n  Just a gerk face nigga tryin to rep his birthplace\n  The worst case scenario, I leave your ass shot up\n  Fuck up my rap product and back to crack narcotics\n  The moral of this story is -- there is no moral God\n  Just my shit is hard, and if your shit ain't like us\n  youse a fraud, motherfucker\n\n  (Rock)\n  Word up\n  Straight like that\n  Fuck one of y'all niggaz up\n\n  \"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\n  (Ruck)\n  To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)\n  I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me\n\n  \"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\n  (what, uh-huh, see you in hell motherfucker)\n\n  To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)\n  The game change. but fuck y'all\n\n  \"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\n  Still in there, word up\n  Heltah Skeltah what the fuck\n\n  (Rock)\n  Chop your motherfuckin hands off and put a Walkman on you\n  with no motherfuckin frequency, nigga\n\n  \"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\n  Dip your ass in honey\n\n  \"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\n  and then just get the flies to? you motherfucker\n  You punk motherfuckers, you sweet sons of bitches\n\n  \"Hardcore, far more than the average\"\n\n  (Ruck)\n  Fuckin, onionhead-ass, hardcore shit\n"},{"id":33775771,"name":"Forget Me Knots (Explicit)","trackName":"Forget Me Knots (Explicit)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Magnum Force (Explicit) (Int'l Only)","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Straight hardcore, check out this gun shit\n(-Gunshots-)\nAight, yeah, yeah\n\nTo all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me (Don't forget me)\nI know the game changed and all of\nThese niggas wanna switch me (Switch me)\nHardcore, yo, to all my hardcore niggas\nDon't forget me (Don't forget me)\nI know the game changed and all of\nThese niggas wanna switch me (Switch me)\nHardcore, hardcore in the house (What, what, what, what)\nHardcore\n\nYo, to all my hardcore niggas, yo, I'm still the same\nWon't let the game change me, I'm tryin to change the game\nThis shit is mad lit, hip-hop party, rude, no jeans\nTimbs or hoodies or hats, sound like you meet me\nBlaow, you'll still get shot up, ain't nothin here but players\nFuck you think? Niggas steppin on your thousand dollar gators\nStupid asses, get shook at the sight of party crashers\nAt the door actin like you don't know who Bummy Jab is\nThey tell you Rock, he tellin me don't act no fool\nYou heard of Scotch on the rocks? I'll make the whole shit cool\nBut I'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy-pants draggin\nD-rollin, heat-holdin nigga 'til I'm triple platinum\n\nTo all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me (Forget me)\nI know the game changed and all of\nThese niggas wanna switch me (Switch me)\nHardcore, hardcore in the house\nHardcore (Ayy, ayy)\n\nThat's my partner Bryce, man, the whole industry against him and me\nLike thugs are to death penalties, but we got the remedy\nFor all that punk shit, one clip up in the MAC, bruh\nMake wiffle balls out all of you popcorn rappers\nCallin my crew haters, knowin damn well you hate me\nBut scared to take it to me, knowin damn\nWell I break teeth (How's the draft?)\nForever rock hard, got scars for this rap shit\nGot locked behind bars, spit up the actin\nAll my grimy-ass cannon handlers standin in the lobby\nStay forever rowdy, niggas, it's your world like Bobby\nRob these cats claimin they got so much cheese\nWhen it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses home freezin\nReppin for my housing P's and catch me out in Shaolin\nWildin with Ghost, Deck, Intercalin' 'em\nBefore I'm out the door, big up my outlaw niggas\nMy hardcore lovin, thirsty, out-for-war niggas\n\nTo all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me (Forget me)\nI know the game changed and all of\nThese niggas wanna switch me (Switch me)\nHardcore, hardcore in the house\nHardcore\nTo all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me (Forget me)\nI know the game changed and all of\nThese niggas wanna switch me (Switch me)\nHardcore, hardcore in the house\nHardcore\n\nTo all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me\nI know the game changed and all of these niggas wanna switch me\nNever that, I'm constantly comin with clever raps\nSever that, nigga head and slap him with leather straps\nYou better pack your gat or the outcome be wild, dun\nI doubt them niggas can fuck with the Ruckus without guns\nAyo, what it's about, son? Ayo, witness a nigga clout, son\nTrippin with these chickens and sippin on Guinness Stout, son\nWithout a, this nigga who jumped up and asked him\n\"Are you fuckin my sister when that bitch butch like Cassidy?\"\nHell no, quick fast, his man caught the elbow\nShells loaded, fell, froze, buck stuck like Velcro\nHis man yelled, \"Yo, ain't no need to fuckin draw gats\"\nWe all black, put the gat down, I left his jaw tapped\nI saw that dude ain't want no beef in the first place\nJust a gerk-face nigga tryin to rep his birthplace\nThe worst case scenario, I leave your ass shot up\nFuck up my rap product and back the crack narcotics\nThe moral of the story is there is no moral, God\nJust my shit is hard, and if your shit ain't\nLike that, you'se a fraud, motherfucker\n\nWord up, straight like that, word up\nFuck one of y'all niggas up\nHardcore, hardcore in the house\nHardcore, hardcore in the house\n\nTo all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me (Don't forget me)\nI know the game changed and all of\nThese niggas wanna switch me (Switch me)\nHardcore, hardcore in the house\nHardcore\nTo all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me (Forget me)\nI know the game changed, but fuck y'all\nHardcore, hardcore in the house\nStill legit, word up, Skeltal, what the fuck?\n\nChop your motherfuckin hands off and put a wolf bit on you\nWord up, hardcore, hardcore in the house\nGive your ass a honey, hardcore, hardcore in the house\nYou just get sliced and roasted, motherfucker\nYou punk motherfuckers, hardcore\nYou sweet sons of bitches, hardcore\nSmack-motherfuckers, hardcore in the house\nLet me see y'all\nFuckin onion-head ass niggas\nHardcore shit, eat a dick and rest of y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Forget Me Knots (Explicit)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Magnum Force (Explicit) (Int'l Only)\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Straight hardcore, check out this gun shit\n  (-Gunshots-)\n  Aight, yeah, yeah\n\n  To all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me (Don't forget me)\n  I know the game changed and all of\n  These niggas wanna switch me (Switch me)\n  Hardcore, yo, to all my hardcore niggas\n  Don't forget me (Don't forget me)\n  I know the game changed and all of\n  These niggas wanna switch me (Switch me)\n  Hardcore, hardcore in the house (What, what, what, what)\n  Hardcore\n\n  Yo, to all my hardcore niggas, yo, I'm still the same\n  Won't let the game change me, I'm tryin to change the game\n  This shit is mad lit, hip-hop party, rude, no jeans\n  Timbs or hoodies or hats, sound like you meet me\n  Blaow, you'll still get shot up, ain't nothin here but players\n  Fuck you think? Niggas steppin on your thousand dollar gators\n  Stupid asses, get shook at the sight of party crashers\n  At the door actin like you don't know who Bummy Jab is\n  They tell you Rock, he tellin me don't act no fool\n  You heard of Scotch on the rocks? I'll make the whole shit cool\n  But I'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy-pants draggin\n  D-rollin, heat-holdin nigga 'til I'm triple platinum\n\n  To all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me (Forget me)\n  I know the game changed and all of\n  These niggas wanna switch me (Switch me)\n  Hardcore, hardcore in the house\n  Hardcore (Ayy, ayy)\n\n  That's my partner Bryce, man, the whole industry against him and me\n  Like thugs are to death penalties, but we got the remedy\n  For all that punk shit, one clip up in the MAC, bruh\n  Make wiffle balls out all of you popcorn rappers\n  Callin my crew haters, knowin damn well you hate me\n  But scared to take it to me, knowin damn\n  Well I break teeth (How's the draft?)\n  Forever rock hard, got scars for this rap shit\n  Got locked behind bars, spit up the actin\n  All my grimy-ass cannon handlers standin in the lobby\n  Stay forever rowdy, niggas, it's your world like Bobby\n  Rob these cats claimin they got so much cheese\n  When it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses home freezin\n  Reppin for my housing P's and catch me out in Shaolin\n  Wildin with Ghost, Deck, Intercalin' 'em\n  Before I'm out the door, big up my outlaw niggas\n  My hardcore lovin, thirsty, out-for-war niggas\n\n  To all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me (Forget me)\n  I know the game changed and all of\n  These niggas wanna switch me (Switch me)\n  Hardcore, hardcore in the house\n  Hardcore\n  To all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me (Forget me)\n  I know the game changed and all of\n  These niggas wanna switch me (Switch me)\n  Hardcore, hardcore in the house\n  Hardcore\n\n  To all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me\n  I know the game changed and all of these niggas wanna switch me\n  Never that, I'm constantly comin with clever raps\n  Sever that, nigga head and slap him with leather straps\n  You better pack your gat or the outcome be wild, dun\n  I doubt them niggas can fuck with the Ruckus without guns\n  Ayo, what it's about, son? Ayo, witness a nigga clout, son\n  Trippin with these chickens and sippin on Guinness Stout, son\n  Without a, this nigga who jumped up and asked him\n  \"Are you fuckin my sister when that bitch butch like Cassidy?\"\n  Hell no, quick fast, his man caught the elbow\n  Shells loaded, fell, froze, buck stuck like Velcro\n  His man yelled, \"Yo, ain't no need to fuckin draw gats\"\n  We all black, put the gat down, I left his jaw tapped\n  I saw that dude ain't want no beef in the first place\n  Just a gerk-face nigga tryin to rep his birthplace\n  The worst case scenario, I leave your ass shot up\n  Fuck up my rap product and back the crack narcotics\n  The moral of the story is there is no moral, God\n  Just my shit is hard, and if your shit ain't\n  Like that, you'se a fraud, motherfucker\n\n  Word up, straight like that, word up\n  Fuck one of y'all niggas up\n  Hardcore, hardcore in the house\n  Hardcore, hardcore in the house\n\n  To all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me (Don't forget me)\n  I know the game changed and all of\n  These niggas wanna switch me (Switch me)\n  Hardcore, hardcore in the house\n  Hardcore\n  To all my hardcore niggas, don't forget me (Forget me)\n  I know the game changed, but fuck y'all\n  Hardcore, hardcore in the house\n  Still legit, word up, Skeltal, what the fuck?\n\n  Chop your motherfuckin hands off and put a wolf bit on you\n  Word up, hardcore, hardcore in the house\n  Give your ass a honey, hardcore, hardcore in the house\n  You just get sliced and roasted, motherfucker\n  You punk motherfuckers, hardcore\n  You sweet sons of bitches, hardcore\n  Smack-motherfuckers, hardcore in the house\n  Let me see y'all\n  Fuckin onion-head ass niggas\n  Hardcore shit, eat a dick and rest of y'all\n"}]