[{"id":2524055,"name":"Beez Like","trackName":"Beez Like","artistName":"Jeezy","albumName":"Seen It All: The Autobiography","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Time for the fallen soldiers\nCan't have a war without casualties, you know?\nFor everybody goin' through the struggle, you know\nReal shit everyday, everyday shit is real\n(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)\nI know how you feel, yeah, look\n\nI been out here grindin' so long\nBut still I had to find my way on my own\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI'm a true hustler, all that I know\nSo I can make it anywhere that I go\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n\nStraight from the hood, got a get money fetish\nPocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\nPut the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich\nThen we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich\nOne thing about it, we gon' get this bread\nWhen you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead\nRight around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\nRight by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\nWhen you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\nCarlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\nLosin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\nAnd ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\nWhen you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\nStill 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\nOn the humbug, left him slumped in his car\nEverybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\nStove water, heat cold water\nKnew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\nSell water to a well, nigga\nCold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\nMama crying at my visit cause she care for me\nDaughter just had her period, ain't there for her\nKnow how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\nBut the pussy so good you keep goin' back\nHurt when ya main man turned rat\nMake the whole la familia turn hot like that\nAny city, any block, any boulevard\nI survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\nI could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\nI make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\nI can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\nBeen grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\nStraight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\nWhat the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\nFeel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\nStreet so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\nLil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\nDon't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\nDon't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\nDon't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\nNiggas is hopin' they see Christmas\nBut, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\nSanta raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\nShe work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\nNiggas [?], let's make a deal\nSee, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\nSee, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\nThe same nigga that had a connect, he in the set","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beez Like\n  artist: Jeezy\n  album: 'Seen It All: The Autobiography'\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Time for the fallen soldiers\n  Can't have a war without casualties, you know?\n  For everybody goin' through the struggle, you know\n  Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real\n  (Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)\n  I know how you feel, yeah, look\n\n  I been out here grindin' so long\n  But still I had to find my way on my own\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n\n  Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish\n  Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\n  Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich\n  Then we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich\n  One thing about it, we gon' get this bread\n  When you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\n  When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\n  Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\n  Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\n  And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\n  When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\n  Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\n  On the humbug, left him slumped in his car\n  Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\n  Stove water, heat cold water\n  Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\n  Sell water to a well, nigga\n  Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\n  Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me\n  Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her\n  Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\n  But the pussy so good you keep goin' back\n  Hurt when ya main man turned rat\n  Make the whole la familia turn hot like that\n  Any city, any block, any boulevard\n  I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\n  I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\n  I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\n  I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\n  Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\n  Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\n  What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\n  Feel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\n  Street so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\n  Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\n  Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\n  Don't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\n  Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\n  Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas\n  But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\n  Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\n  She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\n  Niggas [?], let's make a deal\n  See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\n  See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\n  The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set\n"},{"id":14526591,"name":"Beez Like","trackName":"Beez Like","artistName":"Jeezy","albumName":"Seen It All: The Autobiography (Deluxe)","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Time for the fallen soldiers\nCan't have a war without casualties, you know?\nFor everybody goin' through the struggle, you know\nReal shit everyday, everyday shit is real\n(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)\nI know how you feel, yeah, look\n\nI been out here grindin' so long\nBut still I had to find my way on my own\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI'm a true hustler, all that I know\nSo I can make it anywhere that I go\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n\nStraight from the hood, got a get money fetish\nPocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\nPut the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich\nThen we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich\nOne thing about it, we gon' get this bread\nWhen you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead\nRight around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\nRight by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\nWhen you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\nCarlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\nLosin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\nAnd ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\nWhen you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\nStill 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\nOn the humbug, left him slumped in his car\nEverybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\nStove water, heat cold water\nKnew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\nSell water to a well, nigga\nCold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\nMama crying at my visit cause she care for me\nDaughter just had her period, ain't there for her\nKnow how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\nBut the pussy so good you keep goin' back\nHurt when ya main man turned rat\nMake the whole la familia turn hot like that\nAny city, any block, any boulevard\nI survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\nI could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\nI make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\nI can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\nBeen grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\nStraight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\nWhat the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\nFeel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\nStreet so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\nLil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\nDon't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\nDon't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\nDon't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\nNiggas is hopin' they see Christmas\nBut, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\nSanta raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\nShe work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\nNiggas [?], let's make a deal\nSee, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\nSee, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\nThe same nigga that had a connect, he in the set","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beez Like\n  artist: Jeezy\n  album: 'Seen It All: The Autobiography (Deluxe)'\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Time for the fallen soldiers\n  Can't have a war without casualties, you know?\n  For everybody goin' through the struggle, you know\n  Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real\n  (Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)\n  I know how you feel, yeah, look\n\n  I been out here grindin' so long\n  But still I had to find my way on my own\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n\n  Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish\n  Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\n  Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich\n  Then we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich\n  One thing about it, we gon' get this bread\n  When you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\n  When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\n  Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\n  Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\n  And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\n  When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\n  Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\n  On the humbug, left him slumped in his car\n  Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\n  Stove water, heat cold water\n  Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\n  Sell water to a well, nigga\n  Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\n  Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me\n  Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her\n  Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\n  But the pussy so good you keep goin' back\n  Hurt when ya main man turned rat\n  Make the whole la familia turn hot like that\n  Any city, any block, any boulevard\n  I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\n  I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\n  I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\n  I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\n  Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\n  Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\n  What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\n  Feel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\n  Street so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\n  Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\n  Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\n  Don't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\n  Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\n  Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas\n  But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\n  Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\n  She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\n  Niggas [?], let's make a deal\n  See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\n  See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\n  The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set\n"},{"id":23582454,"name":"Beez Like","trackName":"Beez Like","artistName":"Jeezy","albumName":"Seen It All: The Autobiography","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, (sup, aha)\nTime for the fallen soldiers (yeah)\nCan't have a war without casualties, you know? (lead that)\nFor everybody goin' through the struggle, you know\nReal shit everyday, everyday shit is real\n(Every hood)\nevery ghetto, every block, every trench) I know how you feel, yeah, look\nI been out here grindin' so long\nBut still I had to find my way on my own\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI'm a true hustler, all that I know\nSo I can make it anywhere that I go\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\nStraight from the hood, got a get money fetish\nPocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\nPut the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich\nThen we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich\nOne thing about it, we gon' get this bread\nWhen you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead\nRight around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\nRight by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\nWhen you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\nCarlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\nLosin' ten, twenty every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\nAnd ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\nWhen you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\nStill eightyyears and a nigga shot him dead\nOn the humbug, left him slumped in his car\nEverybody got a day, don't matter who you are\nI been out here grindin' so long\nBut still I had to find my way on my own\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI'm a true hustler, all that I know\nSo I can make it anywhere that I go\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\nStove water, heat cold water\nKnew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\nSell water to a well, nigga\nCold nights, cold hearts, tough love\nthat's what it be like in jail, nigga\nMama crying at my visit cause she care for me\nDaughter just had her period, ain't there for her\nKnow how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\nBut the pussy so good you keep goin' back\nHurt when ya main man turned rat\nMake the whole la familia turn hot like that\nAny city, any block, any boulevard\nI survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\nI could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\nCan make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\nI can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\nBeen grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\nI been out here grindin' so long\nBut still I had to find my way on my own\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI'm a true hustler, all that I know\nSo I can make it anywhere that I go\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\nStraight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\nWhat the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\nFeel like a bad boy 'cause this shit don't stop\nStreet so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\nLil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\nDon't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\nDon't tell the dishwasher what you did with' ya dishes\nDon't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did with' ya riches\nNiggas is hopin' they see Christmas\nBut, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\nSanta raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\nShe work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\nNiggas 649, let's make a deal\nSee, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\nSee, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\nThe same nigga that had a connect, he in the set\nI been out here grindin' so long\nBut still I had to find my way on my own\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI'm a true hustler, all that I know\nSo I can make it anywhere that I go\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like (let's go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beez Like\n  artist: Jeezy\n  album: 'Seen It All: The Autobiography'\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah, (sup, aha)\n  Time for the fallen soldiers (yeah)\n  Can't have a war without casualties, you know? (lead that)\n  For everybody goin' through the struggle, you know\n  Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real\n  (Every hood)\n  every ghetto, every block, every trench) I know how you feel, yeah, look\n  I been out here grindin' so long\n  But still I had to find my way on my own\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n  Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish\n  Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\n  Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich\n  Then we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich\n  One thing about it, we gon' get this bread\n  When you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\n  When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\n  Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\n  Losin' ten, twenty every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\n  And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\n  When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\n  Still eightyyears and a nigga shot him dead\n  On the humbug, left him slumped in his car\n  Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n  I been out here grindin' so long\n  But still I had to find my way on my own\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n  Stove water, heat cold water\n  Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\n  Sell water to a well, nigga\n  Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love\n  that's what it be like in jail, nigga\n  Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me\n  Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her\n  Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\n  But the pussy so good you keep goin' back\n  Hurt when ya main man turned rat\n  Make the whole la familia turn hot like that\n  Any city, any block, any boulevard\n  I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\n  I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\n  Can make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\n  I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\n  Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n  I been out here grindin' so long\n  But still I had to find my way on my own\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n  Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\n  What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\n  Feel like a bad boy 'cause this shit don't stop\n  Street so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\n  Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\n  Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\n  Don't tell the dishwasher what you did with' ya dishes\n  Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did with' ya riches\n  Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas\n  But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\n  Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\n  She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\n  Niggas 649, let's make a deal\n  See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\n  See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\n  The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set\n  I been out here grindin' so long\n  But still I had to find my way on my own\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like (let's go)\n"},{"id":22695889,"name":"Beez Like","trackName":"Beez Like","artistName":"Jeezy","albumName":"Seen It All: The Autobiography","duration":265.900408,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Time for the fallen soldiers\nCan't have a war without casualties, you know?\nFor everybody goin' through the struggle, you know\nReal shit everyday, everyday shit is real\n(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)\nI know how you feel, yeah, look\n\nI been out here grindin' so long\nBut still I had to find my way on my own\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI'm a true hustler, all that I know\nSo I can make it anywhere that I go\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n\nStraight from the hood, got a get money fetish\nPocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\nPut the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich\nThen we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich\nOne thing about it, we gon' get this bread\nWhen you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead\nRight around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\nRight by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\nWhen you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\nCarlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\nLosin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\nAnd ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\nWhen you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\nStill 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\nOn the humbug, left him slumped in his car\nEverybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\nStove water, heat cold water\nKnew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\nSell water to a well, nigga\nCold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\nMama crying at my visit cause she care for me\nDaughter just had her period, ain't there for her\nKnow how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\nBut the pussy so good you keep goin' back\nHurt when ya main man turned rat\nMake the whole la familia turn hot like that\nAny city, any block, any boulevard\nI survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\nI could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\nI make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\nI can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\nBeen grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\nStraight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\nWhat the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\nFeel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\nStreet so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\nLil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\nDon't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\nDon't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\nDon't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\nNiggas is hopin' they see Christmas\nBut, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\nSanta raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\nShe work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\nNiggas [?], let's make a deal\nSee, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\nSee, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\nThe same nigga that had a connect, he in the set","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beez Like\n  artist: Jeezy\n  album: 'Seen It All: The Autobiography'\n  duration_ms: 265900\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Time for the fallen soldiers\n  Can't have a war without casualties, you know?\n  For everybody goin' through the struggle, you know\n  Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real\n  (Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)\n  I know how you feel, yeah, look\n\n  I been out here grindin' so long\n  But still I had to find my way on my own\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n\n  Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish\n  Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\n  Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich\n  Then we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich\n  One thing about it, we gon' get this bread\n  When you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\n  When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\n  Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\n  Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\n  And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\n  When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\n  Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\n  On the humbug, left him slumped in his car\n  Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\n  Stove water, heat cold water\n  Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\n  Sell water to a well, nigga\n  Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\n  Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me\n  Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her\n  Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\n  But the pussy so good you keep goin' back\n  Hurt when ya main man turned rat\n  Make the whole la familia turn hot like that\n  Any city, any block, any boulevard\n  I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\n  I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\n  I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\n  I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\n  Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\n  Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\n  What the gov'ment 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artist: Jeezy\n  album: Seen It All∶ The Autobiography\n  duration_ms: 271229\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah, what's up?\n  Uh huh, time for the fallen soldiers\n  Yeah, can't have a war without casualties, you know?\n  Believe that\n  For everybody going through the struggle\n  You know, real shit every day, every day shit is real\n  Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench\n  Yeah, look\n\n  I been out here grinding so long\n  Still I had to find my way on my own\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I can tell you what it be like\n\n  Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish\n  Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\n  Put the work in the bag, make a yayo sandwich\n  Then we go and spread it through the hood like mountains\n  One thing about it, we gon' get this bread\n  When you 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When they found a rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\n  When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\n  Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\n  Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\n  And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\n  When you knew shit was real? 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Drop outfit in the feds\nStill 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\nOn the humbug, left him slumped in his car\nEverybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\nStove water, heat cold water\nKnew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\nSell water to a well, nigga\nCold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\nMama crying at my visit cause she care for me\nDaughter just had her period, ain't there for her\nKnow how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\nBut the pussy so good you keep goin' back\nHurt when ya main man turned rat\nMake the whole la familia turn hot like that\nAny city, any block, any boulevard\nI survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\nI could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\nI make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\nI can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\nBeen grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\nStraight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\nWhat the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\nFeel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\nStreet so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\nLil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\nDon't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\nDon't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\nDon't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\nNiggas is hopin' they see Christmas\nBut, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\nSanta raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\nShe work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\nNiggas [?], let's make a deal\nSee, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\nSee, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\nThe same nigga that had a connect, he in the set","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beez Like\n  artist: Jeezy, Boosie Badazz\n  album: 'Seen It All: The Autobiography (Deluxe)'\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Time for the fallen soldiers\n  Can't have a war without casualties, you know?\n  For everybody goin' through the struggle, you know\n  Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real\n  (Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)\n  I know how you feel, yeah, look\n\n  I been out here grindin' so long\n  But still I had to find my way on my own\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n\n  Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish\n  Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\n  Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich\n  Then we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich\n  One thing about it, we gon' get this bread\n  When you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\n  When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\n  Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\n  Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\n  And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\n  When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\n  Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\n  On the humbug, left him slumped in his car\n  Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\n  Stove water, heat cold water\n  Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\n  Sell water to a well, nigga\n  Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\n  Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me\n  Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her\n  Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\n  But the pussy so good you keep goin' back\n  Hurt when ya main man turned rat\n  Make the whole la familia turn hot like that\n  Any city, any block, any boulevard\n  I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\n  I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\n  I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\n  I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\n  Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\n  Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\n  What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\n  Feel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\n  Street so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\n  Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\n  Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\n  Don't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\n  Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\n  Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas\n  But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\n  Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\n  She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\n  Niggas [?], let's make a deal\n  See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\n  See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\n  The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set\n"},{"id":20410522,"name":"Beez Like","trackName":"Beez Like","artistName":"Jeezy, Boosie Badazz","albumName":"Seen It All: The Autobiography","duration":267.577542,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Time for the fallen soldiers\nCan't have a war without casualties, you know?\nFor everybody goin' through the struggle, you know\nReal shit everyday, everyday shit is real\n(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)\nI know how you feel, yeah, look\n\nI been out here grindin' so long\nBut still I had to find my way on my own\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI'm a true hustler, all that I know\nSo I can make it anywhere that I go\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n\nStraight from the hood, got a get money fetish\nPocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\nPut the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich\nThen we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich\nOne thing about it, we gon' get this bread\nWhen you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead\nRight around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\nRight by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\nWhen you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\nCarlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\nLosin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\nAnd ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\nWhen you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\nStill 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\nOn the humbug, left him slumped in his car\nEverybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\nStove water, heat cold water\nKnew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\nSell water to a well, nigga\nCold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\nMama crying at my visit cause she care for me\nDaughter just had her period, ain't there for her\nKnow how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\nBut the pussy so good you keep goin' back\nHurt when ya main man turned rat\nMake the whole la familia turn hot like that\nAny city, any block, any boulevard\nI survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\nI could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\nI make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\nI can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\nBeen grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\nStraight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\nWhat the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\nFeel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\nStreet so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\nLil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\nDon't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\nDon't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\nDon't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\nNiggas is hopin' they see Christmas\nBut, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\nSanta raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\nShe work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\nNiggas [?], let's make a deal\nSee, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\nSee, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\nThe same nigga that had a connect, he in the set","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beez Like\n  artist: Jeezy, Boosie Badazz\n  album: 'Seen It All: The Autobiography'\n  duration_ms: 267578\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Time for the fallen soldiers\n  Can't have a war without casualties, you know?\n  For everybody goin' through the struggle, you know\n  Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real\n  (Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)\n  I know how you feel, yeah, look\n\n  I been out here grindin' so long\n  But still I had to find my way on my own\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n\n  Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish\n  Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\n  Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich\n  Then we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich\n  One thing about it, we gon' get this bread\n  When you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\n  When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\n  Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\n  Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\n  And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\n  When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\n  Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\n  On the humbug, left him slumped in his car\n  Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\n  Stove water, heat cold water\n  Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\n  Sell water to a well, nigga\n  Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\n  Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me\n  Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her\n  Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\n  But the pussy so good you keep goin' back\n  Hurt when ya main man turned rat\n  Make the whole la familia turn hot like that\n  Any city, any block, any boulevard\n  I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\n  I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\n  I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\n  I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\n  Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\n  Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\n  What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\n  Feel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\n  Street so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\n  Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\n  Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\n  Don't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\n  Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\n  Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas\n  But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\n  Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\n  She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\n  Niggas [?], let's make a deal\n  See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\n  See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\n  The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set\n"},{"id":15015577,"name":"Beez Like","trackName":"Beez Like","artistName":"Jeezy; Boosie Badazz","albumName":"Seen It All: The Autobiography","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Time for the fallen soldiers\nCan't have a war without casualties, you know?\nFor everybody goin' through the struggle, you know\nReal shit everyday, everyday shit is real\n(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)\nI know how you feel, yeah, look\n\nI been out here grindin' so long\nBut still I had to find my way on my own\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI'm a true hustler, all that I know\nSo I can make it anywhere that I go\nI could tell you what it beez like\nI could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n\nStraight from the hood, got a get money fetish\nPocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\nPut the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich\nThen we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich\nOne thing about it, we gon' get this bread\nWhen you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead\nRight around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\nRight by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\nWhen you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\nCarlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\nLosin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\nAnd ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\nWhen you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\nStill 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\nOn the humbug, left him slumped in his car\nEverybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\nStove water, heat cold water\nKnew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\nSell water to a well, nigga\nCold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\nMama crying at my visit cause she care for me\nDaughter just had her period, ain't there for her\nKnow how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\nBut the pussy so good you keep goin' back\nHurt when ya main man turned rat\nMake the whole la familia turn hot like that\nAny city, any block, any boulevard\nI survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\nI could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\nI make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\nI can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\nBeen grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\nStraight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\nWhat the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\nFeel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\nStreet so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\nLil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\nDon't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\nDon't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\nDon't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\nNiggas is hopin' they see Christmas\nBut, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\nSanta raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\nShe work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\nNiggas [?], let's make a deal\nSee, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\nSee, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\nThe same nigga that had a connect, he in the set","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beez Like\n  artist: Jeezy; Boosie Badazz\n  album: 'Seen It All: The Autobiography'\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Time for the fallen soldiers\n  Can't have a war without casualties, you know?\n  For everybody goin' through the struggle, you know\n  Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real\n  (Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)\n  I know how you feel, yeah, look\n\n  I been out here grindin' so long\n  But still I had to find my way on my own\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I could tell you what it beez like\n  I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like\n\n  Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish\n  Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\n  Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich\n  Then we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich\n  One thing about it, we gon' get this bread\n  When you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\n  When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\n  Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\n  Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\n  And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\n  When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\n  Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\n  On the humbug, left him slumped in his car\n  Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\n  Stove water, heat cold water\n  Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\n  Sell water to a well, nigga\n  Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\n  Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me\n  Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her\n  Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\n  But the pussy so good you keep goin' back\n  Hurt when ya main man turned rat\n  Make the whole la familia turn hot like that\n  Any city, any block, any boulevard\n  I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\n  I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\n  I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\n  I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\n  Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\n  Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\n  What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\n  Feel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\n  Street so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\n  Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\n  Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\n  Don't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\n  Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\n  Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas\n  But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\n  Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\n  She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\n  Niggas [?], let's make a deal\n  See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\n  See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\n  The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set\n"},{"id":2524054,"name":"Beez Like","trackName":"Beez Like","artistName":"Jeezy feat. 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When they found a rat dead\nRight around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\nRight by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\nWhen you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\nCarlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\nLosin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\nAnd ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\nWhen you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\nStill 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\nOn the humbug, left him slumped in his car\nEverybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\nStove water, heat cold water\nKnew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\nSell water to a well, nigga\nCold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\nMama crying at my visit cause she care for me\nDaughter just had her period, ain't there for her\nKnow how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\nBut the pussy so good you keep goin' back\nHurt when ya main man turned rat\nMake the whole la familia turn hot like that\nAny city, any block, any boulevard\nI survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\nI could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\nI make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\nI can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\nBeen grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\nStraight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\nWhat the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\nFeel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\nStreet so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\nLil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\nDon't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\nDon't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\nDon't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\nNiggas is hopin' they see Christmas\nBut, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\nSanta raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\nShe work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\nNiggas [?], let's make a deal\nSee, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\nSee, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\nThe same nigga that had a connect, he in the set","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beez Like\n  artist: Jeezy feat. 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When they found a rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\n  When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\n  Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\n  Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\n  And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\n  When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\n  Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\n  On the humbug, left him slumped in his car\n  Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\n  Stove water, heat cold water\n  Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\n  Sell water to a well, nigga\n  Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\n  Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me\n  Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her\n  Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\n  But the pussy so good you keep goin' back\n  Hurt when ya main man turned rat\n  Make the whole la familia turn hot like that\n  Any city, any block, any boulevard\n  I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\n  I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\n  I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\n  I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\n  Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\n  Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\n  What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\n  Feel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\n  Street so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\n  Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\n  Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\n  Don't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\n  Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\n  Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas\n  But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\n  Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\n  She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\n  Niggas [?], let's make a deal\n  See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\n  See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\n  The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set\n"},{"id":6662504,"name":"Beez Like","trackName":"Beez Like","artistName":"Jeezy feat. 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When they found a rat dead\nRight around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\nRight by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\nWhen you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\nCarlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\nLosin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\nAnd ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\nWhen you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\nStill 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\nOn the humbug, left him slumped in his car\nEverybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\nStove water, heat cold water\nKnew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\nSell water to a well, nigga\nCold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\nMama crying at my visit cause she care for me\nDaughter just had her period, ain't there for her\nKnow how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\nBut the pussy so good you keep goin' back\nHurt when ya main man turned rat\nMake the whole la familia turn hot like that\nAny city, any block, any boulevard\nI survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\nI could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\nI make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\nI can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\nBeen grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\nStraight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\nWhat the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\nFeel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\nStreet so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\nLil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\nDon't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\nDon't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\nDon't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\nNiggas is hopin' they see Christmas\nBut, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\nSanta raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\nShe work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\nNiggas [?], let's make a deal\nSee, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\nSee, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\nThe same nigga that had a connect, he in the set","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beez Like\n  artist: Jeezy feat. 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When they found a rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\n  When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\n  Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\n  Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\n  And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\n  When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\n  Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\n  On the humbug, left him slumped in his car\n  Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\n  Stove water, heat cold water\n  Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\n  Sell water to a well, nigga\n  Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\n  Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me\n  Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her\n  Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\n  But the pussy so good you keep goin' back\n  Hurt when ya main man turned rat\n  Make the whole la familia turn hot like that\n  Any city, any block, any boulevard\n  I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\n  I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\n  I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\n  I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\n  Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\n  Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\n  What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\n  Feel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\n  Street so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\n  Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\n  Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\n  Don't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\n  Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\n  Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas\n  But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\n  Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\n  She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\n  Niggas [?], let's make a deal\n  See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\n  See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\n  The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set\n"},{"id":10374056,"name":"Beez Like","trackName":"Beez Like","artistName":"Jeezy feat. 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When they found a rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\n  When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\n  Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\n  Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\n  And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\n  When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\n  Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\n  On the humbug, left him slumped in his car\n  Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\n  Stove water, heat cold water\n  Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\n  Sell water to a well, nigga\n  Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\n  Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me\n  Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her\n  Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\n  But the pussy so good you keep goin' back\n  Hurt when ya main man turned rat\n  Make the whole la familia turn hot like that\n  Any city, any block, any boulevard\n  I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\n  I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\n  I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\n  I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\n  Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\n  Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\n  What the gov'ment 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young niggas hustled at\nRight by the stop sign, that's where they was busting at\nWhen you come here with nothing, gotta learn how to provide\n\nCarlo had a bid but he was old enough to try\nLosing ten, twenty every night, heroin ain't nothing\nNigga got killed taking off for a cut\nWhen you knew shit was real, drop outfit in the Feds\nDid eight years then a nigga shot him dead\n\nOn the arm bars, left him slumped in his car\nEverybody got a day, it don't matter who you are\n\nI been out here grinding so long\nStill I had to find my way on my own\nI can tell you what it be like\nI can tell you what it be like\nI'm a true hustler, all that I know\nSo I can make it anywhere that I go\nI can tell you what it be like\nI can tell you what it be like\n\nStole water, heat cold water\nKnew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\nSell water to a well, nigga\nCold nights, cold hearts, tough love is what it be like in jail, nigga\n\nMama crying at my visit 'cause she care for 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artist: Jeezy Feat․ Boosie Badazz\n  album: Seen It All∶ The Autobiography\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah, what's up?\n  Uh huh, time for the fallen soldiers\n  Yeah, can't have a war without casualties, you know?\n  Believe that\n  For everybody going through the struggle\n  You know, real shit every day, every day shit is real\n  Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench\n  Yeah, look\n\n  I been out here grinding so long\n  Still I had to find my way on my own\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I can tell you what it be like\n\n  Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish\n  Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce\n  Put the work in the bag, make a yayo sandwich\n  Then we go and spread it through the hood like mountains\n  One thing about it, we gon' get this bread\n  When you knew shit was real, when they found Rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was busting at\n  When you come here with nothing, gotta learn how to provide\n\n  Carlo had a bid but he was old enough to try\n  Losing ten, twenty every night, heroin ain't nothing\n  Nigga got killed taking off for a cut\n  When you knew shit was real, drop outfit in the Feds\n  Did eight years then a nigga shot him dead\n\n  On the arm bars, left him slumped in his car\n  Everybody got a day, it don't matter who you are\n\n  I been out here grinding so long\n  Still I had to find my way on my own\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I can tell you what it be like\n\n  Stole water, heat cold water\n  Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\n  Sell water to a well, nigga\n  Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love is what it be like in jail, nigga\n\n  Mama crying at my visit 'cause she care for me\n\n  Daughter just had a period I ain't there for\n  Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold you back\n  But the pussy so good you keep going back\n  Hurt when your main man turn rat\n  Make the whole La Familia turn hot like that\n\n  Any city, any block, any boulevard\n\n  I survived, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\n  I can tell you 'bout the do's and don'ts\n  Can make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\n  I can tell you 'bout the hard times when you really need it\n  Been grinding so long, still had to call G\n\n  I been out here grinding so long\n  Still I had to find my way on my own\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I'm a true hustler, all that I know\n  So I can make it anywhere that I go\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I can tell you what it be like\n\n  Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\n  What the government don't give you, gotta get it from the block\n  Feel like a bad boy 'cause this shit don't stop\n  Streets so dirty, need a motherfucking mop\n\n  Oh oh, lil' homie, stay focused, handle your business\n  Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\n  Don't tell the dish washer what you did with your dishes\n  Don't tell these snitching niggas what you did with your riches\n\n  Niggas is hoping they see Christmas\n  But if we just happen to throw, we hope you miss it\n  She'll raise all seven of them kids and miss a meal\n  She work her fingers right to the bone and miss a bill\n  Nigga six for the nine, let's make a deal\n  See one thing 'bout counting this money, it make you feel\n  I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\n  The same nigga that had a connect, he an ex-con\n\n  I been out here grinding so long\n  Still I had to find my way on my own\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I can tell you what it be like\n  I'm a true 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When they found a rat dead\nRight around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\nRight by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\nWhen you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\nCarlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\nLosin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\nAnd ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\nWhen you knew shit was real? 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When they found a rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\n  When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\n  Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\n  Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\n  And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\n  When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds\n  Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\n  On the humbug, left him slumped in his car\n  Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\n  Stove water, heat cold water\n  Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\n  Sell water to a well, nigga\n  Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\n  Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me\n  Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her\n  Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\n  But the pussy so good you keep goin' back\n  Hurt when ya main man turned rat\n  Make the whole la familia turn hot like that\n  Any city, any block, any boulevard\n  I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\n  I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\n  I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\n  I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\n  Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\n  Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\n  What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\n  Feel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\n  Street so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\n  Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\n  Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\n  Don't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\n  Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\n  Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas\n  But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\n  Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\n  She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\n  Niggas [?], let's make a deal\n  See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\n  See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\n  The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set\n"},{"id":18210825,"name":"Beez Like (feat. 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When they found a rat dead\n  Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at\n  Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at\n  When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide\n  Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive\n  Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'\n  And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins\n  When you knew shit was real? 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Drop outfit in the feds\nStill 8 years and a nigga shot him dead\nOn the humbug, left him slumped in his car\nEverybody got a day, don't matter who you are\n\nStove water, heat cold water\nKnew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter\nSell water to a well, nigga\nCold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga\nMama crying at my visit cause she care for me\nDaughter just had her period, ain't there for her\nKnow how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back\nBut the pussy so good you keep goin' back\nHurt when ya main man turned rat\nMake the whole la familia turn hot like that\nAny city, any block, any boulevard\nI survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy\nI could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts\nI make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't\nI can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it\nBeen grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy\n\nStraight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top\nWhat the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block\nFeel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop\nStreet so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!\nLil homie, stay focused, handle ya business\nDon't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness\nDon't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes\nDon't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches\nNiggas is hopin' they see Christmas\nBut, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us\nSanta raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal\nShe work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill\nNiggas [?], let's make a deal\nSee, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel\nSee, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct\nThe same nigga that had a connect, he in the set","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beez Like (feat. 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