[{"id":8248626,"name":"The Game","trackName":"The Game","artistName":"Jamal","albumName":"Last Chance, No Breaks","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The GameJamal\n\nMan 1 - You got the shit?\nMan 2 - What? fuck you mean do I got the shit, nigga? the fuck\nMan 1 - Cmon, man\nMan 2 - Think I'm just comin' here to bullshit?\nMan 1 - Hey man, whassup man, why you gotta get all hostile n shit?\nMan 2 - What? Nigga what? why the fuck I gotta get hostile, nigga? Nigga is you-what? Nigga WHAT?\n\nIn the Ghetto\nI knew this wild nigga named Slim(?)\nLived his life as a sin\nAnd packed a black Mac-10\n\nWore a lot of Je-wels\nTo show he had not\nLost his money a lot\nCross Slim(?), you get shot\n\nA house on the hill\nWhere he stashed all his bills\nFreak bitches on the weekends\nWith niggas that kill\nDiscuss keys at the table with 'bangers\nHead-hangers\nTheir life before coke\nThat made them win dough\n\nNow they put their work on out-of-towner drug lords\nTo make 'em feel their manhood\nAnd get the things they couldn't afford\nPeep, this shit is hella\nListen to what I tell ya'\nJourney with some real ghetto dwellers\n\nI'm just, chillin' on the block\nWith the Glock cocked\nAnd I got it locked\nNow it's my dope spot\nThe plot, was like, 3 on the dot\nGet the product, duck\nI'm leavin they stash spot knocked\n(Put 'em up!)\nGet the keys, use the gangster bitch for bait\nShe ran up on em screamin'\nI had the infrared beamin'\nAnd I don't hesitate\n(Why?)\nIt's time to regulate\n(Uh-huh)\nI cock back, let off three from the Tec then I break\n\nBack to my rest\nAnd I ain't throw away my gun\nI change clothes\nIn case somebody saw what I wore\nWhen I tore that lame's ass out the frame\nNever will I come dumb\nI'm just young to The Game\nThe same day\nI was supposed to make dough\nY'know\nCut it up in slabs of Oz(?) and roll them hoes\nNo hesitation gots no time to get done up\nThe doper MY shit, the bigger MY come-up\n\nWhat must I do about the envy'ing some\n(Nothin')\nThey won't last while I shine like the Sun\nKeepin the cops all clocked\nCos the block is locked\nI got a quarter-mill stack\nPrayin not to get popped\nOoh it's hot!\n\nNiggas get mobbed, they try to stop\nThe clientele is deep\nWith powders and ready rocks with blue tops\nDrop-tops and the Glock cocked\nCos what go around come around\nIn the city that's hot\n\nSpittin my man Pac (?)\nOn the steady block\nWith pushers on each corner\nWent from bottom-rock to top\nKilla friends that'll rob for your rings and watch\nAngel Dust to boost the high up a notch\n\nNow times has changed\nGettin real scary\nLast week I identified five in the obituaries\nLittle niggas want it all and enticed\nTo be precise - \"Fuck rhymin'\"\nA Tec and shoot dice to be nice\nKill a nigger for the Tommy Hilfiger\nOr the Polo\nShootin' game at the neighborhood Ho's\n\"You better slow down\"\nMy old aunt said\n\"You think you the baddest thing [?]\"\nI couldn't turn back\n(Why Not?)\nNo gettin out\nOnce I'm in it then I'm in it for life\nAnd as it turns out\nI caught that body\nThe cops is on scout\nI can't trust my clout\nI gotta lay-low down south\n\nI reminisce watchin' bitches suck a bone\nSick mind sittin' on a settee\nSo I phone home\nDuring my rap I heard my Fam got jammed on the turf\nPossession of a gram and a hammer\nI hope he don't snitch in the slammer\n\nI be just\nCoolin with my niggas on the block\nSmokin weed by the cess spot\nAnd it don't stop\nI be just\n\n(Hahahahahahahaa\nAs we take ya'll black funky asses on another journey\nTo the dark side\nAww shit\nJamal represents in this motherfucker\nBlowin your brains on different terrains\nComin straight out of Philly as we take the Chocolate City\nOnto another Era\n(?) All day\nAll night long as we drop it to the One, Two\nThis is Doctor Travis, signing off\nTrick bitches)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Game\n  artist: Jamal\n  album: Last Chance, No Breaks\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The GameJamal\n\n  Man 1 - You got the shit?\n  Man 2 - What? fuck you mean do I got the shit, nigga? the fuck\n  Man 1 - Cmon, man\n  Man 2 - Think I'm just comin' here to bullshit?\n  Man 1 - Hey man, whassup man, why you gotta get all hostile n shit?\n  Man 2 - What? Nigga what? why the fuck I gotta get hostile, nigga? Nigga is you-what? Nigga WHAT?\n\n  In the Ghetto\n  I knew this wild nigga named Slim(?)\n  Lived his life as a sin\n  And packed a black Mac-10\n\n  Wore a lot of Je-wels\n  To show he had not\n  Lost his money a lot\n  Cross Slim(?), you get shot\n\n  A house on the hill\n  Where he stashed all his bills\n  Freak bitches on the weekends\n  With niggas that kill\n  Discuss keys at the table with 'bangers\n  Head-hangers\n  Their life before coke\n  That made them win dough\n\n  Now they put their work on out-of-towner drug lords\n  To make 'em feel their manhood\n  And get the things they couldn't afford\n  Peep, this shit is hella\n  Listen to what I tell ya'\n  Journey with some real ghetto dwellers\n\n  I'm just, chillin' on the block\n  With the Glock cocked\n  And I got it locked\n  Now it's my dope spot\n  The plot, was like, 3 on the dot\n  Get the product, duck\n  I'm leavin they stash spot knocked\n  (Put 'em up!)\n  Get the keys, use the gangster bitch for bait\n  She ran up on em screamin'\n  I had the infrared beamin'\n  And I don't hesitate\n  (Why?)\n  It's time to regulate\n  (Uh-huh)\n  I cock back, let off three from the Tec then I break\n\n  Back to my rest\n  And I ain't throw away my gun\n  I change clothes\n  In case somebody saw what I wore\n  When I tore that lame's ass out the frame\n  Never will I come dumb\n  I'm just young to The Game\n  The same day\n  I was supposed to make dough\n  Y'know\n  Cut it up in slabs of Oz(?) and roll them hoes\n  No hesitation gots no time to get done up\n  The doper MY shit, the bigger MY come-up\n\n  What must I do about the envy'ing some\n  (Nothin')\n  They won't last while I shine like the Sun\n  Keepin the cops all clocked\n  Cos the block is locked\n  I got a quarter-mill stack\n  Prayin not to get popped\n  Ooh it's hot!\n\n  Niggas get mobbed, they try to stop\n  The clientele is deep\n  With powders and ready rocks with blue tops\n  Drop-tops and the Glock cocked\n  Cos what go around come around\n  In the city that's hot\n\n  Spittin my man Pac (?)\n  On the steady block\n  With pushers on each corner\n  Went from bottom-rock to top\n  Killa friends that'll rob for your rings and watch\n  Angel Dust to boost the high up a notch\n\n  Now times has changed\n  Gettin real scary\n  Last week I identified five in the obituaries\n  Little niggas want it all and enticed\n  To be precise - \"Fuck rhymin'\"\n  A Tec and shoot dice to be nice\n  Kill a nigger for the Tommy Hilfiger\n  Or the Polo\n  Shootin' game at the neighborhood Ho's\n  \"You better slow down\"\n  My old aunt said\n  \"You think you the baddest thing [?]\"\n  I couldn't turn back\n  (Why Not?)\n  No gettin out\n  Once I'm in it then I'm in it for life\n  And as it turns out\n  I caught that body\n  The cops is on scout\n  I can't trust my clout\n  I gotta lay-low down south\n\n  I reminisce watchin' bitches suck a bone\n  Sick mind sittin' on a settee\n  So I phone home\n  During my rap I heard my Fam got jammed on the turf\n  Possession of a gram and a hammer\n  I hope he don't snitch in the slammer\n\n  I be just\n  Coolin with my niggas on the block\n  Smokin weed by the cess spot\n  And it don't stop\n  I be just\n\n  (Hahahahahahahaa\n  As we take ya'll black funky asses on another journey\n  To the dark side\n  Aww shit\n  Jamal represents in this motherfucker\n  Blowin your brains on different terrains\n  Comin straight out of Philly as we take the Chocolate City\n  Onto another Era\n  (?) All day\n  All night long as we drop it to the One, Two\n  This is Doctor Travis, signing off\n  Trick bitches)\n"},{"id":21540414,"name":"The Game","trackName":"The Game","artistName":"Jamal","albumName":"Last Chance, No Breaks","duration":255.75,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The GameJamal\n\nMan 1 - You got the shit?\nMan 2 - What? fuck you mean do I got the shit, nigga? the fuck\nMan 1 - Cmon, man\nMan 2 - Think I'm just comin' here to bullshit?\nMan 1 - Hey man, whassup man, why you gotta get all hostile n shit?\nMan 2 - What? Nigga what? why the fuck I gotta get hostile, nigga? Nigga is you-what? Nigga WHAT?\n\nIn the Ghetto\nI knew this wild nigga named Slim(?)\nLived his life as a sin\nAnd packed a black Mac-10\n\nWore a lot of Je-wels\nTo show he had not\nLost his money a lot\nCross Slim(?), you get shot\n\nA house on the hill\nWhere he stashed all his bills\nFreak bitches on the weekends\nWith niggas that kill\nDiscuss keys at the table with 'bangers\nHead-hangers\nTheir life before coke\nThat made them win dough\n\nNow they put their work on out-of-towner drug lords\nTo make 'em feel their manhood\nAnd get the things they couldn't afford\nPeep, this shit is hella\nListen to what I tell ya'\nJourney with some real ghetto dwellers\n\nI'm just, chillin' on the block\nWith the Glock cocked\nAnd I got it locked\nNow it's my dope spot\nThe plot, was like, 3 on the dot\nGet the product, duck\nI'm leavin they stash spot knocked\n(Put 'em up!)\nGet the keys, use the gangster bitch for bait\nShe ran up on em screamin'\nI had the infrared beamin'\nAnd I don't hesitate\n(Why?)\nIt's time to regulate\n(Uh-huh)\nI cock back, let off three from the Tec then I break\n\nBack to my rest\nAnd I ain't throw away my gun\nI change clothes\nIn case somebody saw what I wore\nWhen I tore that lame's ass out the frame\nNever will I come dumb\nI'm just young to The Game\nThe same day\nI was supposed to make dough\nY'know\nCut it up in slabs of Oz(?) and roll them hoes\nNo hesitation gots no time to get done up\nThe doper MY shit, the bigger MY come-up\n\nWhat must I do about the envy'ing some\n(Nothin')\nThey won't last while I shine like the Sun\nKeepin the cops all clocked\nCos the block is locked\nI got a quarter-mill stack\nPrayin not to get popped\nOoh it's hot!\n\nNiggas get mobbed, they try to stop\nThe clientele is deep\nWith powders and ready rocks with blue tops\nDrop-tops and the Glock cocked\nCos what go around come around\nIn the city that's hot\n\nSpittin my man Pac (?)\nOn the steady block\nWith pushers on each corner\nWent from bottom-rock to top\nKilla friends that'll rob for your rings and watch\nAngel Dust to boost the high up a notch\n\nNow times has changed\nGettin real scary\nLast week I identified five in the obituaries\nLittle niggas want it all and enticed\nTo be precise - \"Fuck rhymin'\"\nA Tec and shoot dice to be nice\nKill a nigger for the Tommy Hilfiger\nOr the Polo\nShootin' game at the neighborhood Ho's\n\"You better slow down\"\nMy old aunt said\n\"You think you the baddest thing [?]\"\nI couldn't turn back\n(Why Not?)\nNo gettin out\nOnce I'm in it then I'm in it for life\nAnd as it turns out\nI caught that body\nThe cops is on scout\nI can't trust my clout\nI gotta lay-low down south\n\nI reminisce watchin' bitches suck a bone\nSick mind sittin' on a settee\nSo I phone home\nDuring my rap I heard my Fam got jammed on the turf\nPossession of a gram and a hammer\nI hope he don't snitch in the slammer\n\nI be just\nCoolin with my niggas on the block\nSmokin weed by the cess spot\nAnd it don't stop\nI be just\n\n(Hahahahahahahaa\nAs we take ya'll black funky asses on another journey\nTo the dark side\nAww shit\nJamal represents in this motherfucker\nBlowin your brains on different terrains\nComin straight out of Philly as we take the Chocolate City\nOnto another Era\n(?) All day\nAll night long as we drop it to the One, Two\nThis is Doctor Travis, signing off\nTrick bitches)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Game\n  artist: Jamal\n  album: Last Chance, No Breaks\n  duration_ms: 255750\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The GameJamal\n\n  Man 1 - You got the shit?\n  Man 2 - What? fuck you mean do I got the shit, nigga? the fuck\n  Man 1 - Cmon, man\n  Man 2 - Think I'm just comin' here to bullshit?\n  Man 1 - Hey man, whassup man, why you gotta get all hostile n shit?\n  Man 2 - What? Nigga what? why the fuck I gotta get hostile, nigga? Nigga is you-what? Nigga WHAT?\n\n  In the Ghetto\n  I knew this wild nigga named Slim(?)\n  Lived his life as a sin\n  And packed a black Mac-10\n\n  Wore a lot of Je-wels\n  To show he had not\n  Lost his money a lot\n  Cross Slim(?), you get shot\n\n  A house on the hill\n  Where he stashed all his bills\n  Freak bitches on the weekends\n  With niggas that kill\n  Discuss keys at the table with 'bangers\n  Head-hangers\n  Their life before coke\n  That made them win dough\n\n  Now they put their work on out-of-towner drug lords\n  To make 'em feel their manhood\n  And get the things they couldn't afford\n  Peep, this shit is hella\n  Listen to what I tell ya'\n  Journey with some real ghetto dwellers\n\n  I'm just, chillin' on the block\n  With the Glock cocked\n  And I got it locked\n  Now it's my dope spot\n  The plot, was like, 3 on the dot\n  Get the product, duck\n  I'm leavin they stash spot knocked\n  (Put 'em up!)\n  Get the keys, use the gangster bitch for bait\n  She ran up on em screamin'\n  I had the infrared beamin'\n  And I don't hesitate\n  (Why?)\n  It's time to regulate\n  (Uh-huh)\n  I cock back, let off three from the Tec then I break\n\n  Back to my rest\n  And I ain't throw away my gun\n  I change clothes\n  In case somebody saw what I wore\n  When I tore that lame's ass out the frame\n  Never will I come dumb\n  I'm just young to The Game\n  The same day\n  I was supposed to make dough\n  Y'know\n  Cut it up in slabs of Oz(?) and roll them hoes\n  No hesitation gots no time to get done up\n  The doper MY shit, the bigger MY come-up\n\n  What must I do about the envy'ing some\n  (Nothin')\n  They won't last while I shine like the Sun\n  Keepin the cops all clocked\n  Cos the block is locked\n  I got a quarter-mill stack\n  Prayin not to get popped\n  Ooh it's hot!\n\n  Niggas get mobbed, they try to stop\n  The clientele is deep\n  With powders and ready rocks with blue tops\n  Drop-tops and the Glock cocked\n  Cos what go around come around\n  In the city that's hot\n\n  Spittin my man Pac (?)\n  On the steady block\n  With pushers on each corner\n  Went from bottom-rock to top\n  Killa friends that'll rob for your rings and watch\n  Angel Dust to boost the high up a notch\n\n  Now times has changed\n  Gettin real scary\n  Last week I identified five in the obituaries\n  Little niggas want it all and enticed\n  To be precise - \"Fuck rhymin'\"\n  A Tec and shoot dice to be nice\n  Kill a nigger for the Tommy Hilfiger\n  Or the Polo\n  Shootin' game at the neighborhood Ho's\n  \"You better slow down\"\n  My old aunt said\n  \"You think you the baddest thing [?]\"\n  I couldn't turn back\n  (Why Not?)\n  No gettin out\n  Once I'm in it then I'm in it for life\n  And as it turns out\n  I caught that body\n  The cops is on scout\n  I can't trust my clout\n  I gotta lay-low down south\n\n  I reminisce watchin' bitches suck a bone\n  Sick mind sittin' on a settee\n  So I phone home\n  During my rap I heard my Fam got jammed on the turf\n  Possession of a gram and a hammer\n  I hope he don't snitch in the slammer\n\n  I be just\n  Coolin with my niggas on the block\n  Smokin weed by the cess spot\n  And it don't stop\n  I be just\n\n  (Hahahahahahahaa\n  As we take ya'll black funky asses on another journey\n  To the dark side\n  Aww shit\n  Jamal represents in this motherfucker\n  Blowin your brains on different terrains\n  Comin straight out of Philly as we take the Chocolate City\n  Onto another Era\n  (?) All day\n  All night long as we drop it to the One, Two\n  This is Doctor Travis, signing off\n  Trick bitches)\n"}]