[{"id":30969709,"name":"Drama","trackName":"Drama","artistName":"Ice-T","albumName":"The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991 (Ice-T)","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Drama\"\nCruisin' for a bruisin',\nI'm talkin' no crap\nPipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\nI'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\nMy posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\nDust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\nI'm out a week,\nI'm already earnin'\nSuckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\nPayback time, boy, life's the cost\nGauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\nThey all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\nI'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\nBut I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\nA fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\nFuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\nDrama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\nI keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\nCopped another piece, hit the dark streets\nRollin' once again, fuck the damn police\nCalled up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\nHe said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\nM.\nOn the dot inside we creep\nGot Alpines,\nFishes,\nJVC's,\nMotorola Phones,\nSony Color TV's\nHad the hide packed up till we heard freeze\nFuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\nDrama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\nThat's the time, you know the place\nCuffed in the room with the two-way glass\nDetects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\nWhat's your date of birth?\"...\"\nWhat's your real name?\"\nI stuck to my alias,\nI know the game\nIf they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\nYou're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\nI know this shit by heart,\nI'm too clever\"\nHave you ever been arrested before?\"\"\nNope, never\"\nDa reject all over his face\nYou see no confession, no case\nThen my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\nSon of a bitch-he was a snitch\nDrama Under I went,\nI caught a case and half\nHe dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\nNow I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\nI can't move until the man says go\nA puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\nI wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\nGot knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\nNow all I get is penitentiary hard looks\nThe joint is like an oven of caged heat\nYou're just a number, another piece of tough meat\nKillers and robbers are all you great\nAct soft you will get beat\nOn death row they got their own hot seat\nFor those who feel that they are truly elite\nThe last thing you see's a priest\nThe lights dim-your life ends\nDrama","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Drama\"\n[00:00.85] Cruisin' for a bruisin'\n[00:01.90] I'm talkin' no crap\n[00:02.36] Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n[00:04.40] I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n[00:07.49] My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n[00:09.46] Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n[00:12.28] I'm out a week\n[00:13.47] I'm already earnin'\n[00:14.42] Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n[00:16.82] Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n[00:19.37] Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n[00:21.66] They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n[00:23.94] I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n[00:26.86] But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n[00:29.21] A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n[00:31.46] Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n[00:33.48] Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n[00:55.86] I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n[00:57.95] Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n[01:00.93] Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n[01:03.24] Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n[01:08.00] He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n[01:10.58] M.\n[01:12.04] On the dot inside we creep\n[01:13.09] Got Alpines\n[01:14.03] Fishes\n[01:14.88] JVC's\n[01:15.51] Motorola Phones\n[01:16.87] Sony Color TV's\n[01:17.96] Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n[01:20.36] Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n[01:22.32] Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n[01:44.15] That's the time, you know the place\n[01:46.93] Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n[01:49.62] Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n[01:52.14] What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n[01:53.10] What's your real name?\"\n[01:54.40] I stuck to my alias\n[01:55.61] I know the game\n[01:56.92] If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n[01:59.13] You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n[02:01.69] I know this shit by heart\n[02:03.08] I'm too clever\"\n[02:04.47] Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n[02:06.05] Nope, never\"\n[02:07.00] Da reject all over his face\n[02:09.14] You see no confession, no case\n[02:11.44] Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n[02:14.16] Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n[02:16.20] Drama Under I went\n[03:35.88] I caught a case and half\n[03:37.40] He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n[03:39.89] Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n[03:42.46] I can't move until the man says go\n[03:44.44] A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n[03:47.59] I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n[03:49.49] Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n[03:52.43] Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n[03:54.40] The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n[03:56.96] You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n[03:59.39] Killers and robbers are all you great\n[04:01.87] Act soft you will get beat\n[04:04.09] On death row they got their own hot seat\n[04:06.54] For those who feel that they are truly elite\n[04:09.00] The last thing you see's a priest\n[04:11.01] The lights dim-your life ends\n[04:12.09] Drama\n[04:13.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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19370\n- text: Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n  start_ms: 19370\n  end_ms: 21660\n- text: They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n  start_ms: 21660\n  end_ms: 23940\n- text: I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n  start_ms: 23940\n  end_ms: 26860\n- text: But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n  start_ms: 26860\n  end_ms: 29210\n- text: A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n  start_ms: 29210\n  end_ms: 31460\n- text: Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n  start_ms: 31460\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 55860\n- text: I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n  start_ms: 55860\n  end_ms: 57950\n- text: Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n  start_ms: 57950\n  end_ms: 60930\n- text: Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n  start_ms: 60930\n  end_ms: 63240\n- text: Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n  start_ms: 63240\n  end_ms: 68000\n- text: He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n  start_ms: 68000\n  end_ms: 70580\n- text: M.\n  start_ms: 70580\n  end_ms: 72040\n- text: On the dot inside we creep\n  start_ms: 72040\n  end_ms: 73090\n- text: Got Alpines\n  start_ms: 73090\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: Fishes\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 74880\n- text: JVC's\n  start_ms: 74880\n  end_ms: 75510\n- text: Motorola Phones\n  start_ms: 75510\n  end_ms: 76870\n- text: Sony Color TV's\n  start_ms: 76870\n  end_ms: 77960\n- text: Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  start_ms: 77960\n  end_ms: 80360\n- text: Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  start_ms: 80360\n  end_ms: 82320\n- text: Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  start_ms: 82320\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: That's the time, you know the place\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 109620\n- text: Detects 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131440\n- text: Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 131440\n  end_ms: 134160\n- text: Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  start_ms: 134160\n  end_ms: 136200\n- text: Drama Under I went\n  start_ms: 136200\n  end_ms: 215880\n- text: I caught a case and half\n  start_ms: 215880\n  end_ms: 217400\n- text: He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n  start_ms: 217400\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 222460\n- text: I can't move until the man says go\n  start_ms: 222460\n  end_ms: 224440\n- text: A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n  start_ms: 224440\n  end_ms: 227590\n- text: I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n  start_ms: 227590\n  end_ms: 229490\n- text: Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n  start_ms: 229490\n  end_ms: 232430\n- text: Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n  start_ms: 232430\n  end_ms: 234400\n- text: The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n  start_ms: 234400\n  end_ms: 236960\n- text: You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n  start_ms: 236960\n  end_ms: 239390\n- text: Killers and robbers are all you great\n  start_ms: 239390\n  end_ms: 241870\n- text: Act soft you will get beat\n  start_ms: 241870\n  end_ms: 244090\n- text: On death row they got their own hot seat\n  start_ms: 244090\n  end_ms: 246540\n- text: For those who feel that they are truly elite\n  start_ms: 246540\n  end_ms: 249000\n- text: The last thing you see's a priest\n  start_ms: 249000\n  end_ms: 251010\n- text: The lights dim-your life ends\n  start_ms: 251010\n  end_ms: 252090\n- text: Drama\n  start_ms: 252090\n  end_ms: 253010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253010\nplain: |-\n  Drama\"\n  Cruisin' for a bruisin',\n  I'm talkin' no crap\n  Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n  I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n  My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n  Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n  I'm out a week,\n  I'm already earnin'\n  Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n  Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n  Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n  They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n  I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n  But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n  A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n  Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n  Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n  I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n  Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n  Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n  Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n  He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n  M.\n  On the dot inside we creep\n  Got Alpines,\n  Fishes,\n  JVC's,\n  Motorola Phones,\n  Sony Color TV's\n  Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  That's the time, you know the place\n  Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n  What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n  What's your real name?\"\n  I stuck to my alias,\n  I know the game\n  If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n  You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n  I know this shit by heart,\n  I'm too clever\"\n  Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n  Nope, never\"\n  Da reject all over his face\n  You see no confession, no case\n  Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  Drama Under I went,\n  I caught a case and half\n  He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n  Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n  I can't move until the man says go\n  A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n  I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n  Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n  Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n  The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n  You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n  Killers and robbers are all you great\n  Act soft you will get beat\n  On death row they got their own hot seat\n  For those who feel that they are truly elite\n  The last thing you see's a priest\n  The lights dim-your life ends\n  Drama\n"},{"id":3380831,"name":"Drama","trackName":"Drama","artistName":"Ice-T","albumName":"Power","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Drama\"\nCruisin' for a bruisin',\nI'm talkin' no crap\nPipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\nI'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\nMy posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\nDust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\nI'm out a week,\nI'm already earnin'\nSuckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\nPayback time, boy, life's the cost\nGauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\nThey all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\nI'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\nBut I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\nA fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\nFuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\nDrama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\nI keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\nCopped another piece, hit the dark streets\nRollin' once again, fuck the damn police\nCalled up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\nHe said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\nM.\nOn the dot inside we creep\nGot Alpines,\nFishes,\nJVC's,\nMotorola Phones,\nSony Color TV's\nHad the hide packed up till we heard freeze\nFuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\nDrama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\nThat's the time, you know the place\nCuffed in the room with the two-way glass\nDetects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\nWhat's your date of birth?\"...\"\nWhat's your real name?\"\nI stuck to my alias,\nI know the game\nIf they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\nYou're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\nI know this shit by heart,\nI'm too clever\"\nHave you ever been arrested before?\"\"\nNope, never\"\nDa reject all over his face\nYou see no confession, no case\nThen my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\nSon of a bitch-he was a snitch\nDrama Under I went,\nI caught a case and half\nHe dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\nNow I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\nI can't move until the man says go\nA puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\nI wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\nGot knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\nNow all I get is penitentiary hard looks\nThe joint is like an oven of caged heat\nYou're just a number, another piece of tough meat\nKillers and robbers are all you great\nAct soft you will get beat\nOn death row they got their own hot seat\nFor those who feel that they are truly elite\nThe last thing you see's a priest\nThe lights dim-your life ends\nDrama","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Drama\"\n[00:00.85] Cruisin' for a bruisin'\n[00:01.90] I'm talkin' no crap\n[00:02.36] Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n[00:04.40] I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n[00:07.49] My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n[00:09.46] Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n[00:12.28] I'm out a week\n[00:13.47] I'm already earnin'\n[00:14.42] Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n[00:16.82] Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n[00:19.37] Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n[00:21.66] They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n[00:23.94] I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n[00:26.86] But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n[00:29.21] A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n[00:31.46] Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n[00:33.48] Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n[00:55.86] I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n[00:57.95] Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n[01:00.93] Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n[01:03.24] Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n[01:08.00] He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n[01:10.58] M.\n[01:12.04] On the dot inside we creep\n[01:13.09] Got Alpines\n[01:14.03] Fishes\n[01:14.88] JVC's\n[01:15.51] Motorola Phones\n[01:16.87] Sony Color TV's\n[01:17.96] Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n[01:20.36] Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n[01:22.32] Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n[01:44.15] That's the time, you know the place\n[01:46.93] Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n[01:49.62] Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n[01:52.14] What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n[01:53.10] What's your real name?\"\n[01:54.40] I stuck to my alias\n[01:55.61] I know the game\n[01:56.92] If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n[01:59.13] You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n[02:01.69] I know this shit by heart\n[02:03.08] I'm too clever\"\n[02:04.47] Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n[02:06.05] Nope, never\"\n[02:07.00] Da reject all over his face\n[02:09.14] You see no confession, no case\n[02:11.44] Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n[02:14.16] Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n[02:16.20] Drama Under I went\n[03:35.88] I caught a case and half\n[03:37.40] He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n[03:39.89] Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n[03:42.46] I can't move until the man says go\n[03:44.44] A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n[03:47.59] I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n[03:49.49] Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n[03:52.43] Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n[03:54.40] The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n[03:56.96] You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n[03:59.39] Killers and robbers are all you great\n[04:01.87] Act soft you will get beat\n[04:04.09] On death row they got their own hot seat\n[04:06.54] For those who feel that they are truly elite\n[04:09.00] The last thing you see's a priest\n[04:11.01] The lights dim-your life ends\n[04:12.09] Drama\n[04:13.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drama\n  artist: Ice-T\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Drama\"\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 850\n- text: Cruisin' for a bruisin'\n  start_ms: 850\n  end_ms: 1900\n- text: I'm talkin' no crap\n  start_ms: 1900\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4400\n- text: I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n  start_ms: 4400\n  end_ms: 7490\n- text: My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n  start_ms: 7490\n  end_ms: 9460\n- text: Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n  start_ms: 9460\n  end_ms: 12280\n- text: I'm out a week\n  start_ms: 12280\n  end_ms: 13470\n- text: I'm already earnin'\n  start_ms: 13470\n  end_ms: 14420\n- text: Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n  start_ms: 14420\n  end_ms: 16820\n- text: Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n  start_ms: 16820\n  end_ms: 19370\n- text: Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n  start_ms: 19370\n  end_ms: 21660\n- text: They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n  start_ms: 21660\n  end_ms: 23940\n- text: I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n  start_ms: 23940\n  end_ms: 26860\n- text: But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n  start_ms: 26860\n  end_ms: 29210\n- text: A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n  start_ms: 29210\n  end_ms: 31460\n- text: Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n  start_ms: 31460\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 55860\n- text: I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n  start_ms: 55860\n  end_ms: 57950\n- text: Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n  start_ms: 57950\n  end_ms: 60930\n- text: Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n  start_ms: 60930\n  end_ms: 63240\n- text: Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n  start_ms: 63240\n  end_ms: 68000\n- text: He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n  start_ms: 68000\n  end_ms: 70580\n- text: M.\n  start_ms: 70580\n  end_ms: 72040\n- text: On the dot inside we creep\n  start_ms: 72040\n  end_ms: 73090\n- text: Got Alpines\n  start_ms: 73090\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: Fishes\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 74880\n- text: JVC's\n  start_ms: 74880\n  end_ms: 75510\n- text: Motorola Phones\n  start_ms: 75510\n  end_ms: 76870\n- text: Sony Color TV's\n  start_ms: 76870\n  end_ms: 77960\n- text: Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  start_ms: 77960\n  end_ms: 80360\n- text: Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  start_ms: 80360\n  end_ms: 82320\n- text: Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  start_ms: 82320\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: That's the time, you know the place\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 109620\n- text: Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n  start_ms: 109620\n  end_ms: 112140\n- text: What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n  start_ms: 112140\n  end_ms: 113100\n- text: What's your real name?\"\n  start_ms: 113100\n  end_ms: 114400\n- text: I stuck to my alias\n  start_ms: 114400\n  end_ms: 115610\n- text: I know the game\n  start_ms: 115610\n  end_ms: 116920\n- text: If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n  start_ms: 116920\n  end_ms: 119130\n- text: You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n  start_ms: 119130\n  end_ms: 121690\n- text: I know this shit by heart\n  start_ms: 121690\n  end_ms: 123080\n- text: I'm too clever\"\n  start_ms: 123080\n  end_ms: 124470\n- text: Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n  start_ms: 124470\n  end_ms: 126050\n- text: Nope, never\"\n  start_ms: 126050\n  end_ms: 127000\n- text: Da reject all over his face\n  start_ms: 127000\n  end_ms: 129140\n- text: You see no confession, no case\n  start_ms: 129140\n  end_ms: 131440\n- text: Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 131440\n  end_ms: 134160\n- text: Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  start_ms: 134160\n  end_ms: 136200\n- text: Drama Under I went\n  start_ms: 136200\n  end_ms: 215880\n- text: I caught a case and half\n  start_ms: 215880\n  end_ms: 217400\n- text: He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n  start_ms: 217400\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 222460\n- text: I can't move until the man says go\n  start_ms: 222460\n  end_ms: 224440\n- text: A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n  start_ms: 224440\n  end_ms: 227590\n- text: I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n  start_ms: 227590\n  end_ms: 229490\n- text: Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n  start_ms: 229490\n  end_ms: 232430\n- text: Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n  start_ms: 232430\n  end_ms: 234400\n- text: The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n  start_ms: 234400\n  end_ms: 236960\n- text: You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n  start_ms: 236960\n  end_ms: 239390\n- text: Killers and robbers are all you great\n  start_ms: 239390\n  end_ms: 241870\n- text: Act soft you will get beat\n  start_ms: 241870\n  end_ms: 244090\n- text: On death row they got their own hot seat\n  start_ms: 244090\n  end_ms: 246540\n- text: For those who feel that they are truly elite\n  start_ms: 246540\n  end_ms: 249000\n- text: The last thing you see's a priest\n  start_ms: 249000\n  end_ms: 251010\n- text: The lights dim-your life ends\n  start_ms: 251010\n  end_ms: 252090\n- text: Drama\n  start_ms: 252090\n  end_ms: 253010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253010\nplain: |-\n  Drama\"\n  Cruisin' for a bruisin',\n  I'm talkin' no crap\n  Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n  I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n  My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n  Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n  I'm out a week,\n  I'm already earnin'\n  Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n  Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n  Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n  They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n  I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n  But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n  A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n  Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n  Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n  I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n  Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n  Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n  Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n  He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n  M.\n  On the dot inside we creep\n  Got Alpines,\n  Fishes,\n  JVC's,\n  Motorola Phones,\n  Sony Color TV's\n  Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  That's the time, you know the place\n  Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n  What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n  What's your real name?\"\n  I stuck to my alias,\n  I know the game\n  If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n  You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n  I know this shit by heart,\n  I'm too clever\"\n  Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n  Nope, never\"\n  Da reject all over his face\n  You see no confession, no case\n  Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  Drama Under I went,\n  I caught a case and half\n  He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n  Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n  I can't move until the man says go\n  A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n  I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n  Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n  Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n  The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n  You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n  Killers and robbers are all you great\n  Act soft you will get beat\n  On death row they got their own hot seat\n  For those who feel that they are truly elite\n  The last thing you see's a priest\n  The lights dim-your life ends\n  Drama\n"},{"id":20382104,"name":"Drama","trackName":"Drama","artistName":"Ice-T","albumName":"Power","duration":258.494487,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Drama\"\nCruisin' for a bruisin',\nI'm talkin' no crap\nPipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\nI'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\nMy posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\nDust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\nI'm out a week,\nI'm already earnin'\nSuckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\nPayback time, boy, life's the cost\nGauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\nThey all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\nI'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\nBut I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\nA fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\nFuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\nDrama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\nI keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\nCopped another piece, hit the dark streets\nRollin' once again, fuck the damn police\nCalled up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\nHe said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\nM.\nOn the dot inside we creep\nGot Alpines,\nFishes,\nJVC's,\nMotorola Phones,\nSony Color TV's\nHad the hide packed up till we heard freeze\nFuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\nDrama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\nThat's the time, you know the place\nCuffed in the room with the two-way glass\nDetects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\nWhat's your date of birth?\"...\"\nWhat's your real name?\"\nI stuck to my alias,\nI know the game\nIf they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\nYou're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\nI know this shit by heart,\nI'm too clever\"\nHave you ever been arrested before?\"\"\nNope, never\"\nDa reject all over his face\nYou see no confession, no case\nThen my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\nSon of a bitch-he was a snitch\nDrama Under I went,\nI caught a case and half\nHe dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\nNow I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\nI can't move until the man says go\nA puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\nI wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\nGot knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\nNow all I get is penitentiary hard looks\nThe joint is like an oven of caged heat\nYou're just a number, another piece of tough meat\nKillers and robbers are all you great\nAct soft you will get beat\nOn death row they got their own hot seat\nFor those who feel that they are truly elite\nThe last thing you see's a priest\nThe lights dim-your life ends\nDrama","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Drama\"\n[00:00.85] Cruisin' for a bruisin'\n[00:01.90] I'm talkin' no crap\n[00:02.36] Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n[00:04.40] I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n[00:07.49] My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n[00:09.46] Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n[00:12.28] I'm out a week\n[00:13.47] I'm already earnin'\n[00:14.42] Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n[00:16.82] Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n[00:19.37] Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n[00:21.66] They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n[00:23.94] I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n[00:26.86] But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n[00:29.21] A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n[00:31.46] Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n[00:33.48] Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n[00:55.86] I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n[00:57.95] Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n[01:00.93] Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n[01:03.24] Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n[01:08.00] He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n[01:10.58] M.\n[01:12.04] On the dot inside we creep\n[01:13.09] Got Alpines\n[01:14.03] Fishes\n[01:14.88] JVC's\n[01:15.51] Motorola Phones\n[01:16.87] Sony Color TV's\n[01:17.96] Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n[01:20.36] Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n[01:22.32] Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n[01:44.15] That's the time, you know the place\n[01:46.93] Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n[01:49.62] Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n[01:52.14] What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n[01:53.10] What's your real name?\"\n[01:54.40] I stuck to my alias\n[01:55.61] I know the game\n[01:56.92] If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n[01:59.13] You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n[02:01.69] I know this shit by heart\n[02:03.08] I'm too clever\"\n[02:04.47] Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n[02:06.05] Nope, never\"\n[02:07.00] Da reject all over his face\n[02:09.14] You see no confession, no case\n[02:11.44] Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n[02:14.16] Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n[02:16.20] Drama Under I went\n[03:35.88] I caught a case and half\n[03:37.40] He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n[03:39.89] Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n[03:42.46] I can't move until the man says go\n[03:44.44] A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n[03:47.59] I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n[03:49.49] Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n[03:52.43] Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n[03:54.40] The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n[03:56.96] You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n[03:59.39] Killers and robbers are all you great\n[04:01.87] Act soft you will get beat\n[04:04.09] On death row they got their own hot seat\n[04:06.54] For those who feel that they are truly elite\n[04:09.00] The last thing you see's a priest\n[04:11.01] The lights dim-your life ends\n[04:12.09] Drama\n[04:13.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drama\n  artist: Ice-T\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 258494\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Drama\"\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 850\n- text: Cruisin' for a bruisin'\n  start_ms: 850\n  end_ms: 1900\n- text: I'm talkin' no crap\n  start_ms: 1900\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n  start_ms: 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in a fight, too dumb to know right\n  start_ms: 29210\n  end_ms: 31460\n- text: Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n  start_ms: 31460\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 55860\n- text: I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n  start_ms: 55860\n  end_ms: 57950\n- text: Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n  start_ms: 57950\n  end_ms: 60930\n- text: Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n  start_ms: 60930\n  end_ms: 63240\n- text: Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n  start_ms: 63240\n  end_ms: 68000\n- text: He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n  start_ms: 68000\n  end_ms: 70580\n- text: M.\n  start_ms: 70580\n  end_ms: 72040\n- text: On the dot inside we creep\n  start_ms: 72040\n  end_ms: 73090\n- text: Got Alpines\n  start_ms: 73090\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: Fishes\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 74880\n- text: JVC's\n  start_ms: 74880\n  end_ms: 75510\n- text: Motorola Phones\n  start_ms: 75510\n  end_ms: 76870\n- text: Sony Color TV's\n  start_ms: 76870\n  end_ms: 77960\n- text: Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  start_ms: 77960\n  end_ms: 80360\n- text: Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  start_ms: 80360\n  end_ms: 82320\n- text: Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  start_ms: 82320\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: That's the time, you know the place\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 109620\n- text: Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n  start_ms: 109620\n  end_ms: 112140\n- text: What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n  start_ms: 112140\n  end_ms: 113100\n- text: What's your real name?\"\n  start_ms: 113100\n  end_ms: 114400\n- text: I stuck to my alias\n  start_ms: 114400\n  end_ms: 115610\n- text: I know the game\n  start_ms: 115610\n  end_ms: 116920\n- text: If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n  start_ms: 116920\n  end_ms: 119130\n- text: You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n  start_ms: 119130\n  end_ms: 121690\n- text: I know this shit by heart\n  start_ms: 121690\n  end_ms: 123080\n- text: I'm too clever\"\n  start_ms: 123080\n  end_ms: 124470\n- text: Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n  start_ms: 124470\n  end_ms: 126050\n- text: Nope, never\"\n  start_ms: 126050\n  end_ms: 127000\n- text: Da reject all over his face\n  start_ms: 127000\n  end_ms: 129140\n- text: You see no confession, no case\n  start_ms: 129140\n  end_ms: 131440\n- text: Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 131440\n  end_ms: 134160\n- text: Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  start_ms: 134160\n  end_ms: 136200\n- text: Drama Under I went\n  start_ms: 136200\n  end_ms: 215880\n- text: I caught a case and half\n  start_ms: 215880\n  end_ms: 217400\n- text: He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n  start_ms: 217400\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 222460\n- text: I can't move until the man says go\n  start_ms: 222460\n  end_ms: 224440\n- text: A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n  start_ms: 224440\n  end_ms: 227590\n- text: I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n  start_ms: 227590\n  end_ms: 229490\n- text: Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n  start_ms: 229490\n  end_ms: 232430\n- text: Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n  start_ms: 232430\n  end_ms: 234400\n- text: The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n  start_ms: 234400\n  end_ms: 236960\n- text: You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n  start_ms: 236960\n  end_ms: 239390\n- text: Killers and robbers are all you great\n  start_ms: 239390\n  end_ms: 241870\n- text: Act soft you will get beat\n  start_ms: 241870\n  end_ms: 244090\n- text: On death row they got their own hot seat\n  start_ms: 244090\n  end_ms: 246540\n- text: For those who feel that they are truly elite\n  start_ms: 246540\n  end_ms: 249000\n- text: The last thing you see's a priest\n  start_ms: 249000\n  end_ms: 251010\n- text: The lights dim-your life ends\n  start_ms: 251010\n  end_ms: 252090\n- text: Drama\n  start_ms: 252090\n  end_ms: 253010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253010\nplain: |-\n  Drama\"\n  Cruisin' for a bruisin',\n  I'm talkin' no crap\n  Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n  I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n  My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n  Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n  I'm out a week,\n  I'm already earnin'\n  Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n  Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n  Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n  They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n  I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n  But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n  A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n  Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n  Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n  I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n  Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n  Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n  Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n  He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n  M.\n  On the dot inside we creep\n  Got Alpines,\n  Fishes,\n  JVC's,\n  Motorola Phones,\n  Sony Color TV's\n  Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  That's the time, you know the place\n  Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n  What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n  What's your real name?\"\n  I stuck to my alias,\n  I know the game\n  If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n  You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n  I know this shit by heart,\n  I'm too clever\"\n  Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n  Nope, never\"\n  Da reject all over his face\n  You see no confession, no case\n  Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  Drama Under I went,\n  I caught a case and half\n  He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n  Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n  I can't move until the man says go\n  A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n  I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n  Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n  Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n  The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n  You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n  Killers and robbers are all you great\n  Act soft you will get beat\n  On death row they got their own hot seat\n  For those who feel that they are truly elite\n  The last thing you see's a priest\n  The lights dim-your life ends\n  Drama\n"},{"id":11034256,"name":"Drama","trackName":"Drama","artistName":"ICE-T","albumName":"Colors","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Drama\"\nCruisin' for a bruisin',\nI'm talkin' no crap\nPipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\nI'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\nMy posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\nDust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\nI'm out a week,\nI'm already earnin'\nSuckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\nPayback time, boy, life's the cost\nGauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\nThey all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\nI'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\nBut I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\nA fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\nFuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\nDrama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\nI keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\nCopped another piece, hit the dark streets\nRollin' once again, fuck the damn police\nCalled up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\nHe said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\nm.\non the dot inside we creep\nGot Alpines,\nFishes,\nJVC's,\nMotorola Phones,\nSony Color TV's\nHad the hide packed up till we heard freeze\nFuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\nDrama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\nThat's the time, you know the place\nCuffed in the room with the two-way glass\nDetects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\nWhat's your date of birth?\"...\"\nWhat's your real name?\"\nI stuck to my alias,\nI know the game\nIf they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\nYou're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\nI know this shit by heart,\nI'm too clever\"\nHave you ever been arrested before?\"\"\nNope, never\"\nDa reject all over his face\nYou see no confession, no case\nThen my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\nSon of a bitch-he was a snitch\nDrama Under I went,\nI caught a case and half\nHe dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\nNow I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\nI can't move until the man says go\nA puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\nI wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\nGot knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\nNow all I get is penitentiary hard looks\nThe joint is like an oven of caged heat\nYou're just a number, another piece of tough meat\nKillers and robbers are all you great\nAct soft you will get beat\nOn death row they got their own hot seat\nFor those who feel that they are truly elite\nThe last thing you see's a priest\nThe lights dim-your life ends\nDrama","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Drama\"\n[00:00.85] Cruisin' for a bruisin'\n[00:01.90] I'm talkin' no crap\n[00:02.36] Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n[00:04.40] I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n[00:07.49] My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n[00:09.46] Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n[00:12.28] I'm out a week\n[00:13.47] I'm already earnin'\n[00:14.42] Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n[00:16.82] Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n[00:19.37] Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n[00:21.66] They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n[00:23.94] I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n[00:26.86] But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n[00:29.21] A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n[00:31.46] Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n[00:33.48] Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n[00:55.86] I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n[00:57.95] Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n[01:00.93] Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n[01:03.24] Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n[01:08.00] He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n[01:10.58] m.\n[01:12.04] on the dot inside we creep\n[01:13.09] Got Alpines\n[01:14.03] Fishes\n[01:14.88] JVC's\n[01:15.51] Motorola Phones\n[01:16.87] Sony Color TV's\n[01:17.96] Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n[01:20.36] Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n[01:22.32] Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n[01:44.15] That's the time, you know the place\n[01:46.93] Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n[01:49.62] Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n[01:52.14] What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n[01:53.10] What's your real name?\"\n[01:54.40] I stuck to my alias\n[01:55.61] I know the game\n[01:56.92] If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n[01:59.13] You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n[02:01.69] I know this shit by heart\n[02:03.08] I'm too clever\"\n[02:04.47] Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n[02:06.05] Nope, never\"\n[02:07.00] Da reject all over his face\n[02:09.14] You see no confession, no case\n[02:11.44] Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n[02:14.16] Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n[02:16.20] Drama Under I went\n[03:35.88] I caught a case and half\n[03:37.40] He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n[03:39.89] Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n[03:42.46] I can't move until the man says go\n[03:44.44] A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n[03:47.59] I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n[03:49.49] Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n[03:52.43] Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n[03:54.40] The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n[03:56.96] You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n[03:59.39] Killers and robbers are all you great\n[04:01.87] Act soft you will get beat\n[04:04.09] On death row they got their own hot seat\n[04:06.54] For those who feel that they are truly elite\n[04:09.00] The last thing you see's a priest\n[04:11.01] The lights dim-your life ends\n[04:12.09] Drama\n[04:13.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 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the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n  start_ms: 68000\n  end_ms: 70580\n- text: m.\n  start_ms: 70580\n  end_ms: 72040\n- text: on the dot inside we creep\n  start_ms: 72040\n  end_ms: 73090\n- text: Got Alpines\n  start_ms: 73090\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: Fishes\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 74880\n- text: JVC's\n  start_ms: 74880\n  end_ms: 75510\n- text: Motorola Phones\n  start_ms: 75510\n  end_ms: 76870\n- text: Sony Color TV's\n  start_ms: 76870\n  end_ms: 77960\n- text: Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  start_ms: 77960\n  end_ms: 80360\n- text: Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  start_ms: 80360\n  end_ms: 82320\n- text: Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  start_ms: 82320\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: That's the time, you know the place\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 109620\n- text: Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n  start_ms: 109620\n  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You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n  start_ms: 236960\n  end_ms: 239390\n- text: Killers and robbers are all you great\n  start_ms: 239390\n  end_ms: 241870\n- text: Act soft you will get beat\n  start_ms: 241870\n  end_ms: 244090\n- text: On death row they got their own hot seat\n  start_ms: 244090\n  end_ms: 246540\n- text: For those who feel that they are truly elite\n  start_ms: 246540\n  end_ms: 249000\n- text: The last thing you see's a priest\n  start_ms: 249000\n  end_ms: 251010\n- text: The lights dim-your life ends\n  start_ms: 251010\n  end_ms: 252090\n- text: Drama\n  start_ms: 252090\n  end_ms: 253010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253010\nplain: |-\n  Drama\"\n  Cruisin' for a bruisin',\n  I'm talkin' no crap\n  Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n  I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n  My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n  Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n  I'm out a week,\n  I'm already earnin'\n  Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n  Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n  Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n  They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n  I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n  But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n  A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n  Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n  Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n  I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n  Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n  Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n  Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n  He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n  m.\n  on the dot inside we creep\n  Got Alpines,\n  Fishes,\n  JVC's,\n  Motorola Phones,\n  Sony Color TV's\n  Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  That's the time, you know the place\n  Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n  What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n  What's your real name?\"\n  I stuck to my alias,\n  I know the game\n  If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n  You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n  I know this shit by heart,\n  I'm too clever\"\n  Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n  Nope, never\"\n  Da reject all over his face\n  You see no confession, no case\n  Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  Drama Under I went,\n  I caught a case and half\n  He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n  Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n  I can't move until the man says go\n  A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n  I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n  Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n  Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n  The joint is like an 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stolen\nBut I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\nA fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\nFuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\nDrama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\nI keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\nCopped another piece, hit the dark streets\nRollin' once again, fuck the damn police\nCalled up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\nHe said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\nm.\non the dot inside we creep\nGot Alpines,\nFishes,\nJVC's,\nMotorola Phones,\nSony Color TV's\nHad the hide packed up till we heard freeze\nFuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\nDrama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\nThat's the time, you know the place\nCuffed in the room with the two-way glass\nDetects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\nWhat's your date of birth?\"...\"\nWhat's your real name?\"\nI stuck to my alias,\nI know the game\nIf they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\nYou're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\nI know this shit by heart,\nI'm too clever\"\nHave you ever been arrested before?\"\"\nNope, never\"\nDa reject all over his face\nYou see no confession, no case\nThen my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\nSon of a bitch-he was a snitch\nDrama Under I went,\nI caught a case and half\nHe dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\nNow I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\nI can't move until the man says go\nA puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\nI wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\nGot knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\nNow all I get is penitentiary hard looks\nThe joint is like an oven of caged heat\nYou're just a number, another piece of tough meat\nKillers and robbers are all you great\nAct soft you will get beat\nOn death row they got their own hot seat\nFor those who feel that they are truly elite\nThe last thing you see's a priest\nThe lights dim-your life 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the rest\n[00:57.95] Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n[01:00.93] Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n[01:03.24] Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n[01:08.00] He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n[01:10.58] m.\n[01:12.04] on the dot inside we creep\n[01:13.09] Got Alpines\n[01:14.03] Fishes\n[01:14.88] JVC's\n[01:15.51] Motorola Phones\n[01:16.87] Sony Color TV's\n[01:17.96] Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n[01:20.36] Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n[01:22.32] Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n[01:44.15] That's the time, you know the place\n[01:46.93] Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n[01:49.62] Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n[01:52.14] What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n[01:53.10] What's your real name?\"\n[01:54.40] I stuck to my alias\n[01:55.61] I know the game\n[01:56.92] If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n[01:59.13] You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n[02:01.69] I know this shit by heart\n[02:03.08] I'm too clever\"\n[02:04.47] Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n[02:06.05] Nope, never\"\n[02:07.00] Da reject all over his face\n[02:09.14] You see no confession, no case\n[02:11.44] Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n[02:14.16] Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n[02:16.20] Drama Under I went\n[03:35.88] I caught a case and half\n[03:37.40] He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n[03:39.89] Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n[03:42.46] I can't move until the man says go\n[03:44.44] A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n[03:47.59] I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n[03:49.49] Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n[03:52.43] Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n[03:54.40] The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n[03:56.96] You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n[03:59.39] Killers and robbers are all you great\n[04:01.87] Act soft you will get beat\n[04:04.09] On death row they got their own hot seat\n[04:06.54] For those who feel that they are truly elite\n[04:09.00] The last thing you see's a priest\n[04:11.01] The lights dim-your life ends\n[04:12.09] Drama\n[04:13.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drama\n  artist: Ice‐T\n  album: Colors\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Drama\"\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 850\n- text: Cruisin' for a bruisin'\n  start_ms: 850\n  end_ms: 1900\n- text: I'm talkin' no crap\n  start_ms: 1900\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4400\n- text: I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n  start_ms: 4400\n  end_ms: 7490\n- text: My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n  start_ms: 7490\n  end_ms: 9460\n- text: Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n  start_ms: 9460\n  end_ms: 12280\n- text: I'm out a week\n  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arrested before?\"\"\n  start_ms: 124470\n  end_ms: 126050\n- text: Nope, never\"\n  start_ms: 126050\n  end_ms: 127000\n- text: Da reject all over his face\n  start_ms: 127000\n  end_ms: 129140\n- text: You see no confession, no case\n  start_ms: 129140\n  end_ms: 131440\n- text: Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 131440\n  end_ms: 134160\n- text: Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  start_ms: 134160\n  end_ms: 136200\n- text: Drama Under I went\n  start_ms: 136200\n  end_ms: 215880\n- text: I caught a case and half\n  start_ms: 215880\n  end_ms: 217400\n- text: He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n  start_ms: 217400\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 222460\n- text: I can't move until the man says go\n  start_ms: 222460\n  end_ms: 224440\n- text: A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n  start_ms: 224440\n  end_ms: 227590\n- text: I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n  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253010\nplain: |-\n  Drama\"\n  Cruisin' for a bruisin',\n  I'm talkin' no crap\n  Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n  I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n  My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n  Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n  I'm out a week,\n  I'm already earnin'\n  Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n  Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n  Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n  They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n  I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n  But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n  A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n  Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n  Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n  I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n  Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n  Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n  Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n  He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n  m.\n  on the dot inside we creep\n  Got Alpines,\n  Fishes,\n  JVC's,\n  Motorola Phones,\n  Sony Color TV's\n  Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  That's the time, you know the place\n  Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n  What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n  What's your real name?\"\n  I stuck to my alias,\n  I know the game\n  If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n  You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n  I know this shit by heart,\n  I'm too clever\"\n  Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n  Nope, never\"\n  Da reject all over his face\n  You see no confession, no case\n  Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  Drama Under I went,\n  I caught a case and half\n  He dropped the 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strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\nDust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\nI'm out a week,\nI'm already earnin'\nSuckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\nPayback time, boy, life's the cost\nGauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\nThey all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\nI'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\nBut I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\nA fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\nFuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\nDrama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\nI keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\nCopped another piece, hit the dark streets\nRollin' once again, fuck the damn police\nCalled up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\nHe said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\nm.\non the dot inside we creep\nGot Alpines,\nFishes,\nJVC's,\nMotorola Phones,\nSony Color TV's\nHad the hide packed up till we heard freeze\nFuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\nDrama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\nThat's the time, you know the place\nCuffed in the room with the two-way glass\nDetects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\nWhat's your date of birth?\"...\"\nWhat's your real name?\"\nI stuck to my alias,\nI know the game\nIf they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\nYou're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\nI know this shit by heart,\nI'm too clever\"\nHave you ever been arrested before?\"\"\nNope, never\"\nDa reject all over his face\nYou see no confession, no case\nThen my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\nSon of a bitch-he was a snitch\nDrama Under I went,\nI caught a case and half\nHe dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\nNow I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\nI can't move until the man says go\nA puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\nI wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\nGot knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\nNow all I get is penitentiary hard looks\nThe joint is like an oven of caged heat\nYou're just a number, another piece of tough meat\nKillers and robbers are all you great\nAct soft you will get beat\nOn death row they got their own hot seat\nFor those who feel that they are truly elite\nThe last thing you see's a priest\nThe lights dim-your life ends\nDrama","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Drama\"\n[00:00.85] Cruisin' for a bruisin'\n[00:01.90] I'm talkin' no crap\n[00:02.36] Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n[00:04.40] I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n[00:07.49] My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n[00:09.46] Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n[00:12.28] I'm out a week\n[00:13.47] I'm already earnin'\n[00:14.42] Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n[00:16.82] Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n[00:19.37] Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n[00:21.66] They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n[00:23.94] I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n[00:26.86] But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n[00:29.21] A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n[00:31.46] Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n[00:33.48] Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n[00:55.86] I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n[00:57.95] Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n[01:00.93] Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n[01:03.24] Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n[01:08.00] He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n[01:10.58] m.\n[01:12.04] on the dot inside we creep\n[01:13.09] Got Alpines\n[01:14.03] Fishes\n[01:14.88] JVC's\n[01:15.51] Motorola Phones\n[01:16.87] Sony Color TV's\n[01:17.96] Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n[01:20.36] Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n[01:22.32] Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n[01:44.15] That's the time, you know the place\n[01:46.93] Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n[01:49.62] Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n[01:52.14] What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n[01:53.10] What's your real name?\"\n[01:54.40] I stuck to my alias\n[01:55.61] I know the game\n[01:56.92] If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n[01:59.13] You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n[02:01.69] I know this shit by heart\n[02:03.08] I'm too clever\"\n[02:04.47] Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n[02:06.05] Nope, never\"\n[02:07.00] Da reject all over his face\n[02:09.14] You see no confession, no case\n[02:11.44] Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n[02:14.16] Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n[02:16.20] Drama Under I went\n[03:35.88] I caught a case and half\n[03:37.40] He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n[03:39.89] Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n[03:42.46] I can't move until the man says go\n[03:44.44] A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n[03:47.59] I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n[03:49.49] Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n[03:52.43] Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n[03:54.40] The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n[03:56.96] You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n[03:59.39] Killers and robbers are all you great\n[04:01.87] Act soft you will get beat\n[04:04.09] On death row they got their own hot seat\n[04:06.54] For those who feel that they are truly elite\n[04:09.00] The last thing you see's a priest\n[04:11.01] The lights dim-your life ends\n[04:12.09] Drama\n[04:13.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drama\n  artist: Ice‐T\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Drama\"\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 850\n- text: Cruisin' for a bruisin'\n  start_ms: 850\n  end_ms: 1900\n- text: I'm talkin' no crap\n  start_ms: 1900\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 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75510\n- text: Motorola Phones\n  start_ms: 75510\n  end_ms: 76870\n- text: Sony Color TV's\n  start_ms: 76870\n  end_ms: 77960\n- text: Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  start_ms: 77960\n  end_ms: 80360\n- text: Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  start_ms: 80360\n  end_ms: 82320\n- text: Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  start_ms: 82320\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: That's the time, you know the place\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 109620\n- text: Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n  start_ms: 109620\n  end_ms: 112140\n- text: What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n  start_ms: 112140\n  end_ms: 113100\n- text: What's your real name?\"\n  start_ms: 113100\n  end_ms: 114400\n- text: I stuck to my alias\n  start_ms: 114400\n  end_ms: 115610\n- text: I know the game\n  start_ms: 115610\n  end_ms: 116920\n- text: If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n  start_ms: 116920\n  end_ms: 119130\n- text: You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n  start_ms: 119130\n  end_ms: 121690\n- text: I know this shit by heart\n  start_ms: 121690\n  end_ms: 123080\n- text: I'm too clever\"\n  start_ms: 123080\n  end_ms: 124470\n- text: Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n  start_ms: 124470\n  end_ms: 126050\n- text: Nope, never\"\n  start_ms: 126050\n  end_ms: 127000\n- text: Da reject all over his face\n  start_ms: 127000\n  end_ms: 129140\n- text: You see no confession, no case\n  start_ms: 129140\n  end_ms: 131440\n- text: Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 131440\n  end_ms: 134160\n- text: Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  start_ms: 134160\n  end_ms: 136200\n- text: Drama Under I went\n  start_ms: 136200\n  end_ms: 215880\n- text: I caught a case and half\n  start_ms: 215880\n  end_ms: 217400\n- text: He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n  start_ms: 217400\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 222460\n- text: I can't move until the man says go\n  start_ms: 222460\n  end_ms: 224440\n- text: A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n  start_ms: 224440\n  end_ms: 227590\n- text: I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n  start_ms: 227590\n  end_ms: 229490\n- text: Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n  start_ms: 229490\n  end_ms: 232430\n- text: Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n  start_ms: 232430\n  end_ms: 234400\n- text: The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n  start_ms: 234400\n  end_ms: 236960\n- text: You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n  start_ms: 236960\n  end_ms: 239390\n- text: Killers and robbers are all you great\n  start_ms: 239390\n  end_ms: 241870\n- text: Act soft you will get beat\n  start_ms: 241870\n  end_ms: 244090\n- text: On death row they got their own hot seat\n  start_ms: 244090\n  end_ms: 246540\n- text: For those who feel that they are truly elite\n  start_ms: 246540\n  end_ms: 249000\n- text: The last thing you see's a priest\n  start_ms: 249000\n  end_ms: 251010\n- text: The lights dim-your life ends\n  start_ms: 251010\n  end_ms: 252090\n- text: Drama\n  start_ms: 252090\n  end_ms: 253010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253010\nplain: |-\n  Drama\"\n  Cruisin' for a bruisin',\n  I'm talkin' no crap\n  Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n  I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n  My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n  Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n  I'm out a week,\n  I'm already earnin'\n  Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n  Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n  Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n  They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n  I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n  But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n  A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n  Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n  Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n  I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n  Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n  Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n  Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n  He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n  m.\n  on the dot inside we creep\n  Got Alpines,\n  Fishes,\n  JVC's,\n  Motorola Phones,\n  Sony Color TV's\n  Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  That's the time, you know the place\n  Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n  What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n  What's your real name?\"\n  I stuck to my alias,\n  I know the game\n  If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n  You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n  I know this shit by heart,\n  I'm too clever\"\n  Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n  Nope, never\"\n  Da reject all over his face\n  You see no confession, no case\n  Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  Drama Under I went,\n  I caught a case and half\n  He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n  Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n  I can't move until the man says go\n  A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n  I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n  Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n  Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n  The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n  You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n  Killers and robbers are all you great\n  Act soft you will get beat\n  On death row they got their own hot seat\n  For those who feel that they are truly elite\n  The last thing you see's a priest\n  The lights dim-your life ends\n  Drama\n"},{"id":9679834,"name":"Drama","trackName":"Drama","artistName":"ICE T","albumName":"The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Drama\"\nCruisin' for a bruisin',\nI'm talkin' no crap\nPipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\nI'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\nMy posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\nDust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\nI'm out a week,\nI'm already earnin'\nSuckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\nPayback time, boy, life's the cost\nGauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\nThey all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\nI'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\nBut I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\nA fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\nFuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\nDrama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\nI keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\nCopped another piece, 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a snitch\nDrama Under I went,\nI caught a case and half\nHe dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\nNow I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\nI can't move until the man says go\nA puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\nI wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\nGot knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\nNow all I get is penitentiary hard looks\nThe joint is like an oven of caged heat\nYou're just a number, another piece of tough meat\nKillers and robbers are all you great\nAct soft you will get beat\nOn death row they got their own hot seat\nFor those who feel that they are truly elite\nThe last thing you see's a priest\nThe lights dim-your life ends\nDrama","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Drama\"\n[00:00.85] Cruisin' for a bruisin'\n[00:01.90] I'm talkin' no crap\n[00:02.36] Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n[00:04.40] I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n[00:07.49] My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n[00:09.46] Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n[00:12.28] I'm out a week\n[00:13.47] I'm already earnin'\n[00:14.42] Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n[00:16.82] Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n[00:19.37] Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n[00:21.66] They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n[00:23.94] I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n[00:26.86] But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n[00:29.21] A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n[00:31.46] Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n[00:33.48] Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n[00:55.86] I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n[00:57.95] Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n[01:00.93] Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n[01:03.24] Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n[01:08.00] He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n[01:10.58] m.\n[01:12.04] on the dot inside we creep\n[01:13.09] Got Alpines\n[01:14.03] Fishes\n[01:14.88] JVC's\n[01:15.51] Motorola Phones\n[01:16.87] Sony Color TV's\n[01:17.96] Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n[01:20.36] Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n[01:22.32] Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n[01:44.15] That's the time, you know the place\n[01:46.93] Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n[01:49.62] Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n[01:52.14] What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n[01:53.10] What's your real name?\"\n[01:54.40] I stuck to my alias\n[01:55.61] I know the game\n[01:56.92] If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n[01:59.13] You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n[02:01.69] I know this shit by heart\n[02:03.08] I'm too clever\"\n[02:04.47] Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n[02:06.05] Nope, never\"\n[02:07.00] Da reject all over his face\n[02:09.14] You see no confession, no case\n[02:11.44] Then my boy started illin', 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I'm out a week,\n  I'm already earnin'\n  Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n  Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n  Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n  They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n  I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n  But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n  A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n  Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n  Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n  I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n  Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n  Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n  Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n  He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n  m.\n  on the dot inside we creep\n  Got Alpines,\n  Fishes,\n  JVC's,\n  Motorola Phones,\n  Sony Color TV's\n  Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  That's the time, you know the place\n  Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n  What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n  What's your real name?\"\n  I stuck to my alias,\n  I know the game\n  If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n  You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n  I know this shit by heart,\n  I'm too clever\"\n  Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n  Nope, never\"\n  Da reject all over his face\n  You see no confession, no case\n  Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  Drama Under I went,\n  I caught a case and half\n  He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n  Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n  I can't move until the man says go\n  A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n  I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n  Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n  Now all I get is 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proof\nI'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\nBut I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\nA fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\nFuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\nDrama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\nI keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\nCopped another piece, hit the dark streets\nRollin' once again, fuck the damn police\nCalled up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\nHe said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\nM.\nOn the dot inside we creep\nGot Alpines,\nFishes,\nJVC's,\nMotorola Phones,\nSony Color TV's\nHad the hide packed up till we heard freeze\nFuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\nDrama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\nThat's the time, you know the place\nCuffed in the room with the two-way glass\nDetects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\nWhat's your date of birth?\"...\"\nWhat's your real name?\"\nI stuck to my alias,\nI know the game\nIf they don't know who you 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don't know about the rest\n[00:57.95] Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n[01:00.93] Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n[01:03.24] Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n[01:08.00] He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n[01:10.58] M.\n[01:12.04] On the dot inside we creep\n[01:13.09] Got Alpines\n[01:14.03] Fishes\n[01:14.88] JVC's\n[01:15.51] Motorola Phones\n[01:16.87] Sony Color TV's\n[01:17.96] Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n[01:20.36] Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n[01:22.32] Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n[01:44.15] That's the time, you know the place\n[01:46.93] Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n[01:49.62] Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n[01:52.14] What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n[01:53.10] What's your real name?\"\n[01:54.40] I stuck to my alias\n[01:55.61] I know the game\n[01:56.92] If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n[01:59.13] You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n[02:01.69] I know this shit by heart\n[02:03.08] I'm too clever\"\n[02:04.47] Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n[02:06.05] Nope, never\"\n[02:07.00] Da reject all over his face\n[02:09.14] You see no confession, no case\n[02:11.44] Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n[02:14.16] Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n[02:16.20] Drama Under I went\n[03:35.88] I caught a case and half\n[03:37.40] He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n[03:39.89] Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n[03:42.46] I can't move until the man says go\n[03:44.44] A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n[03:47.59] I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n[03:49.49] Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n[03:52.43] Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n[03:54.40] The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n[03:56.96] You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n[03:59.39] Killers and robbers are all you great\n[04:01.87] Act soft you will get beat\n[04:04.09] On death row they got their own hot seat\n[04:06.54] For those who feel that they are truly elite\n[04:09.00] The last thing you see's a priest\n[04:11.01] The lights dim-your life ends\n[04:12.09] Drama\n[04:13.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drama\n  artist: Ice-T\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 263000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Drama\"\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 850\n- text: Cruisin' for a bruisin'\n  start_ms: 850\n  end_ms: 1900\n- text: I'm talkin' no crap\n  start_ms: 1900\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 4400\n- text: I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n  start_ms: 4400\n  end_ms: 7490\n- text: My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n  start_ms: 7490\n  end_ms: 9460\n- text: Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n  start_ms: 9460\n  end_ms: 12280\n- text: 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hard looks\nThe joint is like an oven of caged heat\nYou're just a number, another piece of tough meat\nKillers and robbers are all you great\nAct soft you will get beat\nOn death row they got their own hot seat\nFor those who feel that they are truly elite\nThe last thing you see's a priest\nThe lights dim-your life ends\nDrama","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Drama\"\n[00:00.85] Cruisin' for a bruisin'\n[00:01.90] I'm talkin' no crap\n[00:02.36] Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n[00:04.40] I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n[00:07.49] My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n[00:09.46] Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n[00:12.28] I'm out a week\n[00:13.47] I'm already earnin'\n[00:14.42] Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n[00:16.82] Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n[00:19.37] Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n[00:21.66] They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n[00:23.94] I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n[00:26.86] But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n[00:29.21] A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n[00:31.46] Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n[00:33.48] Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n[00:55.86] I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n[00:57.95] Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n[01:00.93] Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n[01:03.24] Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n[01:08.00] He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n[01:10.58] m.\n[01:12.04] on the dot inside we creep\n[01:13.09] Got Alpines\n[01:14.03] Fishes\n[01:14.88] JVC's\n[01:15.51] Motorola Phones\n[01:16.87] Sony Color TV's\n[01:17.96] Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n[01:20.36] Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n[01:22.32] Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n[01:44.15] That's the time, you know the place\n[01:46.93] Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n[01:49.62] Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n[01:52.14] What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n[01:53.10] What's your real name?\"\n[01:54.40] I stuck to my alias\n[01:55.61] I know the game\n[01:56.92] If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n[01:59.13] You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n[02:01.69] I know this shit by heart\n[02:03.08] I'm too clever\"\n[02:04.47] Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n[02:06.05] Nope, never\"\n[02:07.00] Da reject all over his face\n[02:09.14] You see no confession, no case\n[02:11.44] Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n[02:14.16] Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n[02:16.20] Drama Under I went\n[03:35.88] I caught a case and half\n[03:37.40] He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n[03:39.89] Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n[03:42.46] I can't move until the man says go\n[03:44.44] A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n[03:47.59] I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n[03:49.49] Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n[03:52.43] Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n[03:54.40] The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n[03:56.96] You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n[03:59.39] Killers and robbers are all you great\n[04:01.87] Act soft you will get beat\n[04:04.09] On death row they got their own hot seat\n[04:06.54] For those who feel that they are truly elite\n[04:09.00] The last thing you see's a priest\n[04:11.01] The lights dim-your life ends\n[04:12.09] Drama\n[04:13.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 03 Drama\n  artist: Ice-T\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 254736\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Drama\"\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 850\n- text: Cruisin' for a bruisin'\n  start_ms: 850\n  end_ms: 1900\n- text: I'm talkin' no crap\n  start_ms: 1900\n  end_ms: 2360\n- text: Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 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dumb to know right\n  start_ms: 29210\n  end_ms: 31460\n- text: Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n  start_ms: 31460\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 55860\n- text: I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n  start_ms: 55860\n  end_ms: 57950\n- text: Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n  start_ms: 57950\n  end_ms: 60930\n- text: Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n  start_ms: 60930\n  end_ms: 63240\n- text: Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n  start_ms: 63240\n  end_ms: 68000\n- text: He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n  start_ms: 68000\n  end_ms: 70580\n- text: m.\n  start_ms: 70580\n  end_ms: 72040\n- text: on the dot inside we creep\n  start_ms: 72040\n  end_ms: 73090\n- text: Got Alpines\n  start_ms: 73090\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: Fishes\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 74880\n- text: JVC's\n  start_ms: 74880\n  end_ms: 75510\n- text: Motorola Phones\n  start_ms: 75510\n  end_ms: 76870\n- text: Sony Color TV's\n  start_ms: 76870\n  end_ms: 77960\n- text: Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  start_ms: 77960\n  end_ms: 80360\n- text: Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  start_ms: 80360\n  end_ms: 82320\n- text: Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  start_ms: 82320\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: That's the time, you know the place\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 109620\n- text: Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n  start_ms: 109620\n  end_ms: 112140\n- text: What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n  start_ms: 112140\n  end_ms: 113100\n- text: What's your real name?\"\n  start_ms: 113100\n  end_ms: 114400\n- text: I stuck to my alias\n  start_ms: 114400\n  end_ms: 115610\n- text: I know the game\n  start_ms: 115610\n  end_ms: 116920\n- text: If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n  start_ms: 116920\n  end_ms: 119130\n- text: You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n  start_ms: 119130\n  end_ms: 121690\n- text: I know this shit by heart\n  start_ms: 121690\n  end_ms: 123080\n- text: I'm too clever\"\n  start_ms: 123080\n  end_ms: 124470\n- text: Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n  start_ms: 124470\n  end_ms: 126050\n- text: Nope, never\"\n  start_ms: 126050\n  end_ms: 127000\n- text: Da reject all over his face\n  start_ms: 127000\n  end_ms: 129140\n- text: You see no confession, no case\n  start_ms: 129140\n  end_ms: 131440\n- text: Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  start_ms: 131440\n  end_ms: 134160\n- text: Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  start_ms: 134160\n  end_ms: 136200\n- text: Drama Under I went\n  start_ms: 136200\n  end_ms: 215880\n- text: I caught a case and half\n  start_ms: 215880\n  end_ms: 217400\n- text: He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n  start_ms: 217400\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 222460\n- text: I can't move until the man says go\n  start_ms: 222460\n  end_ms: 224440\n- text: A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n  start_ms: 224440\n  end_ms: 227590\n- text: I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n  start_ms: 227590\n  end_ms: 229490\n- text: Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n  start_ms: 229490\n  end_ms: 232430\n- text: Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n  start_ms: 232430\n  end_ms: 234400\n- text: The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n  start_ms: 234400\n  end_ms: 236960\n- text: You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n  start_ms: 236960\n  end_ms: 239390\n- text: Killers and robbers are all you great\n  start_ms: 239390\n  end_ms: 241870\n- text: Act soft you will get beat\n  start_ms: 241870\n  end_ms: 244090\n- text: On death row they got their own hot seat\n  start_ms: 244090\n  end_ms: 246540\n- text: For those who feel that they are truly elite\n  start_ms: 246540\n  end_ms: 249000\n- text: The last thing you see's a priest\n  start_ms: 249000\n  end_ms: 251010\n- text: The lights dim-your life ends\n  start_ms: 251010\n  end_ms: 252090\n- text: Drama\n  start_ms: 252090\n  end_ms: 253010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253010\nplain: |-\n  Drama\"\n  Cruisin' for a bruisin',\n  I'm talkin' no crap\n  Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap\n  I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'\n  My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'\n  Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'\n  I'm out a week,\n  I'm already earnin'\n  Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss\n  Payback time, boy, life's the cost\n  Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof\n  They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof\n  I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen\n  But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden\n  A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right\n  Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights\n  Drama Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less\n  I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest\n  Copped another piece, hit the dark streets\n  Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police\n  Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos\n  He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week3 a.\n  m.\n  on the dot inside we creep\n  Got Alpines,\n  Fishes,\n  JVC's,\n  Motorola Phones,\n  Sony Color TV's\n  Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze\n  Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights\n  Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face\n  That's the time, you know the place\n  Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass\n  Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass\"\n  What's your date of birth?\"...\"\n  What's your real name?\"\n  I stuck to my alias,\n  I know the game\n  If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done\"\n  You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son\"\n  I know this shit by heart,\n  I'm too clever\"\n  Have you ever been arrested before?\"\"\n  Nope, never\"\n  Da reject all over his face\n  You see no confession, no case\n  Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'\n  Son of a bitch-he was a snitch\n  Drama Under I went,\n  I caught a case and half\n  He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed\n  Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro\n  I can't move until the man says go\n  A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing\n  I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain\n  Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks\n  Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks\n  The joint is like an oven of caged heat\n  You're just a number, another piece of tough meat\n  Killers and robbers are all you great\n  Act soft you will get beat\n  On death row they got their own hot seat\n  For those who feel that they are truly elite\n  The last thing you see's a priest\n  The lights dim-your life ends\n  Drama\n"},{"id":29074708,"name":"Feds Takin Pictures 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Willie The Kid, Jim Jones, Rick Ross, Young Buck, T.I. & DJ Drama","trackName":"Feds Takin Pictures feat. 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Willie The Kid, Jim Jones, Rick Ross, Young Buck, T.I. & DJ Drama\n  artist: Young Jeezy\n  album: DJ 31 Degreez & Young Jeezy - The Ice Cream Man\n  duration_ms: 267416\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Feds takin' pictures\n\n  The Feds takin' pictures on me\n  Nigga's still snitchin' on me\n  (Nah)\n  900 for the sip\n  What you think I'm smoking, homie\n  (Ha ha)\n  Oh what you think I'm joking, homie?\n\n  Blue rims, yeah, the coupes crip walk\n  (Woo)\n  Certified plastic think I'd rather make hits\n  Between me and you, yeah, I'd rather flip bricks\n  So tell me what's wrong with glass pots and a scale?\n  Pose for them bitches like the double XL\n\n  Homie, we ball 'til we fall, Magic City we to the mall\n  Trying to stay out of reach of the long arm of the law\n  I'm calm like snowfall through preliminary hearings\n  They indicting niggas for bootlegging and racketeering\n\n  Prolly got me on the camera while I'm copin' out the car lot\n  I'm coming out the banks, big cred' with the Karl box\n  It's Willie, my futures bright like a highlighter\n  They taking pictures cause I'm fly like a skydiver\n\n  Feds takin' pictures\n\n  Jones, you ain't seen money\n  (Nope)\n  Until you seen me\n  (Jones)\n  220 for Bentley GTC\n  (Ballin')\n\n  And the money ain't a thing like J Dupri\n  (It's nothing)\n  When you ballin' 'round the country like the major league\n  (Pick a team)\n\n  So peace up, A town down\n  (A town down)\n  Tear your streets up with them A-K rounds\n  (Bang, bang)\n  Now whatchu know about that?\n  I know all about that\n\n  3 birds, 3 nights can make a 100 thousands stacks\n  (That weight nigga)\n  And man, they got it on camera\n  (What?)\n  The Feds been watching since the boy touched Atlanta\n\n  I'm the biggest mobster to ever hit the pop charts\n  I'm a easy target they know a nigga rock hard\n  Get a clean check cut slip it in my account\n  Write 'em out a China White a lil' cut'll wipe 'em out\n\n  I ain't with the rapping boy, I'm puttin' in the work\n  In these niggas with the rapid lay his ass in the church\n  Get some information for you informants I got the YAY\n  And I'm selling them cheaper than yesterday so whatchu say?\n\n  Feds takin' pictures\n\n  They snapping while we trapping, trying to find out what happened\n  They wanna lock me up before my album go platinum\n  I took my cell phone and through it, my bank account I blew it\n  I got to cut my conversations, I don't want to do it but\n\n  Who's that peeping in my window\n  It ain't no love they tired of telling on they kinfolk\n  So if you've ever been broke and turn a penny to a twenty\n  Let me hear you holla if you want me come get me\n\n  Whether you know me as T.I. or you can call me T.I.P.\n  And know the APD and F.B.I. they talk about the G.I.B.\n  And they know I be high when I'm in the V.I.P\n\n  I'm sure they see me as I fly through the city and that brand new V.I.B.\n  Young, rich and famous with a pistol you can call me Chi Ali\n  But I'm the greatest in Atlanta they be calling me Ali\n\n  Feds takin' pictures\n"}]