[{"id":23823867,"name":"Dont Forget About Me","trackName":"Dont Forget About Me","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"DJ Trigga And DJ  Onpoint-Jim","duration":172.460408,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nLife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nMore like a hustler (yep)\nAll night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nRolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nGet tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nKnow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\nDrive the wheels til they fall off\nAnd I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dont Forget About Me\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: DJ Trigga And DJ  Onpoint-Jim\n  duration_ms: 172460\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  Life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  More like a hustler (yep)\n  All night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  Rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  Get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  Know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  Drive the wheels til they fall off\n  And I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":38931924,"name":"dont forget about me ft. max b","trackName":"dont forget about me ft. max b","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"DJ Drama And Jim Jones: The Seven Day Theory","duration":103.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nlife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nmore like a hustler (yep)\nall night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nrolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nget tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nknow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\ndrive the wheels til they fall off\nand I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: dont forget about me ft. max b\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: 'DJ Drama And Jim Jones: The Seven Day Theory'\n  duration_ms: 103000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  more like a hustler (yep)\n  all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  drive the wheels til they fall off\n  and I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":6050825,"name":"Don't Forget About Me","trackName":"Don't Forget About Me","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nLife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nMore like a hustler (yep)\nAll night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nRolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nGet tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nKnow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\nDrive the wheels til they fall off\nAnd I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Forget About Me\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  Life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  More like a hustler (yep)\n  All night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  Rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  Get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  Know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  Drive the wheels til they fall off\n  And I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":20488498,"name":"Don't Forget About Me","trackName":"Don't Forget About Me","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"M.O.B. Members of Byrdgang","duration":66.4,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nLife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nMore like a hustler (yep)\nAll night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nRolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nGet tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nKnow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\nDrive the wheels til they fall off\nAnd I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Forget About Me\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: M.O.B. Members of Byrdgang\n  duration_ms: 66400\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  Life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  More like a hustler (yep)\n  All night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  Rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  Get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  Know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  Drive the wheels til they fall off\n  And I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":20686041,"name":"Don't Forget About Me","trackName":"Don't Forget About Me","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.o.m.e. (Expanded Edition)","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nLife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nMore like a hustler (yep)\nAll night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nRolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nGet tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nKnow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\nDrive the wheels til they fall off\nAnd I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Forget About Me\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.o.m.e. (Expanded Edition)\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  Life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  More like a hustler (yep)\n  All night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  Rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  Get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  Know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  Drive the wheels til they fall off\n  And I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":24081039,"name":"Dont Forget About Me","trackName":"Dont Forget About Me","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"The Seven Day Theory","duration":103.444898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nLife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nMore like a hustler (yep)\nAll night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nRolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nGet tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nKnow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\nDrive the wheels til they fall off\nAnd I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dont Forget About Me\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: The Seven Day Theory\n  duration_ms: 103445\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  Life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  More like a hustler (yep)\n  All night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  Rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  Get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  Know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  Drive the wheels til they fall off\n  And I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":22539170,"name":"Don't Forget About Me","trackName":"Don't Forget About Me","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Scoob Doo - The Hustlers Code","duration":275.9889999,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nLife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nMore like a hustler (yep)\nAll night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nRolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nGet tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nKnow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\nDrive the wheels til they fall off\nAnd I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Forget About Me\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Scoob Doo - The Hustlers Code\n  duration_ms: 275989\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  Life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  More like a hustler (yep)\n  All night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  Rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  Get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  Know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  Drive the wheels til they fall off\n  And I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":10704978,"name":"Don't Forget About Me","trackName":"Don't Forget About Me","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.o.m.e. (Deluxe Edition)","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nlife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nmore like a hustler (yep)\nall night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nrolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nget tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nknow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\ndrive the wheels til they fall off\nand I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Forget About Me\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.o.m.e. (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  more like a hustler (yep)\n  all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  drive the wheels til they fall off\n  and I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":12419008,"name":"Don’t Forget About Me","trackName":"Don’t Forget About Me","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler’s P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) (Deluxe Edition)","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nlife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nmore like a hustler (yep)\nall night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nrolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nget tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nknow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\ndrive the wheels til they fall off\nand I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don’t Forget About Me\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler’s P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  more like a hustler (yep)\n  all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  drive the wheels til they fall off\n  and I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":12419007,"name":"Don’t Forget About Me","trackName":"Don’t Forget About Me","artistName":"Jones, Jim","albumName":"Hustler’s P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) (Deluxe Edition)","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nlife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nmore like a hustler (yep)\nall night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nrolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nget tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nknow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\ndrive the wheels til they fall off\nand I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don’t Forget About Me\n  artist: Jones, Jim\n  album: Hustler’s P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  more like a hustler (yep)\n  all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  drive the wheels til they fall off\n  and I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":35965938,"name":"Don't Forget About Me","trackName":"Don't Forget About Me","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E.","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nLife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nMore like a hustler (yep)\nAll night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nRolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nGet tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nKnow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\nDrive the wheels til they fall off\nAnd I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Forget About Me\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  Life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  More like a hustler (yep)\n  All night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  Rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  Get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  Know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  Drive the wheels til they fall off\n  And I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":27318873,"name":"Don’t Forget About Me","trackName":"Don’t Forget About Me","artistName":"Jim Jones feat. Max B","albumName":"Hustler’s P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)","duration":289.266667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nlife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nmore like a hustler (yep)\nall night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nrolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep),\nthe club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class),\nblaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nget tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nknow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston,\nand usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\ndrive the wheels til they fall off\nand I just bought some new tires","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don’t Forget About Me\n  artist: Jim Jones feat. Max B\n  album: Hustler’s P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)\n  duration_ms: 289267\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  more like a hustler (yep)\n  all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep),\n  the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class),\n  blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston,\n  and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  drive the wheels til they fall off\n  and I just bought some new tires\n"},{"id":32312320,"name":"dont forget about me ft. max b","trackName":"dont forget about me ft. max b","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Gangsta Grillz: 7 Day Theory (Special Edition)","duration":103.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nlife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nmore like a hustler (yep)\nall night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nrolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nget tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nknow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\ndrive the wheels til they fall off\nand I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: dont forget about me ft. max b\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: 'Gangsta Grillz: 7 Day Theory (Special Edition)'\n  duration_ms: 103000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  more like a hustler (yep)\n  all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  drive the wheels til they fall off\n  and I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":18020755,"name":"Don't Forget About Me (Ft. Max B)","trackName":"Don't Forget About Me (Ft. Max B)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)","duration":288.548571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nlife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nmore like a hustler (yep)\nall night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nrolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nget tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nknow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\ndrive the wheels til they fall off\nand I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Forget About Me (Ft. Max B)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)\n  duration_ms: 288549\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  more like a hustler (yep)\n  all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  drive the wheels til they fall off\n  and I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":22560773,"name":"Don't Forget About Me (Ft. Max B)","trackName":"Don't Forget About Me (Ft. Max B)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E.","duration":288.548571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\nBYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n[Verse 1:]\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nlife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nmore like a hustler (yep)\nall night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nrolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nget tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nknow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\ndrive the wheels til they fall off\nand I just bought some new tires\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Forget About Me (Ft. Max B)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n  duration_ms: 288549\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus x2: Max B & Jim]\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  [Verse 1:]\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  more like a hustler (yep)\n  all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can pour it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the bulls, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  drive the wheels til they fall off\n  and I just bought some new tires\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":34005540,"name":"Don’t Forget About Me feat. Max B","trackName":"Don’t Forget About Me feat. Max B","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler’s P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\nWE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\nI'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\nSO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\nI KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\nNow due to me (JONES!)\nMe and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\nRunning through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nlife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nmore like a hustler (yep)\nall night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nrolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep),\nthe club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class),\nblaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nget tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nknow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston,\nand usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. T trips got me tired\ndrive the wheels til they fall off\nand I just bought some new tires","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don’t Forget About Me feat. Max B\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler’s P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY...\n  WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW\n  I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO\n  SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE...\n  I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW\n\n  Now due to me (JONES!)\n  Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)\n  Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  more like a hustler (yep)\n  all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep),\n  the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class),\n  blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston,\n  and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. 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(YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\nWhat influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\nTryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\nThe 80's... big thick rope chains\nlife was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\nmore like a hustler (yep)\nall night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\nJealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\nBut it was something bout the gun play...\nrolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\nAnd breaking law was the norm' (yep),\nthe club break about 4 in the morn'd\nSo we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\nThe squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\nNow as I roll up my window (R-Class),\nblaze up the indo (that purple!)...\nget tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\nI'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\nknow ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\nYou catch me out in Houston,\nand usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\nAnd get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up!\nATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n\"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\nFast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\nWhen it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\nWeather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n\"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\nChicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\nAnd all these O. 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(YOUNG NIGGAZ!)\n  What influenced me (let em know)...it was the jewelry\n  Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)\n  The 80's... big thick rope chains\n  life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)\n  ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)...\n  more like a hustler (yep)\n  all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)\n  Jealousy, envy... gotta watch, they'll spray you up\n  But it was something bout the gun play...\n  rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!)\n  And breaking law was the norm' (yep),\n  the club break about 4 in the morn'd\n  So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub\n  The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs\n\n  Now as I roll up my window (R-Class),\n  blaze up the indo (that purple!)...\n  get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)\n  I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)...\n  know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!)\n  You catch me out in Houston,\n  and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon)\n  And get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up!\n  ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)\n  \"I'm in love with a stripper\", alcohol on ya brain\n  Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)\n  When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)\n  Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)\n  \"Sai Pa Say\", on the block in Little Haiti\n  Chicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?)\n  2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers\n  And all these O. T trips got me tired\n  drive the wheels til they fall off\n  and I just bought some new tires\n"}]