[{"id":6666410,"name":"G's Up","trackName":"G's Up","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Harlem - Diary Of A Summer","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"G's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nI had to fade 'em into black\nHit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back\nAnd before all that I used to make 'em pump crack\nRidin' shotgun in the A slumped back\n\nMax leave the streets, please, they don't want that\nThey need me in the shit\nThe .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split\nCock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the fifth\nAnd you couldn't really hide 'cause I seen that nigga trip\n\nYou ain't seen a nigga flip 'til they bank 50 G's\nAnd you feed a nigga shrimps, 39, 40\nAnd feed a nigga strips, beat the nigga bitch\n'Til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah\n\nGot me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen'\nDreezin' in the mist, chicks believin' in the dick, dick\nFiendin' for a sniff, got me needin' for a spliff\nAin't a thing funny when you fuckin' with this money\nI'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nThe picture gettin' clearer\nIf it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up\nIf it's beef, the .45th we had to gear\nLookin' at my life in this rear viewer mirror\n\nBurnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera\nThe game funny, mo' money, it's gets weirder\nMy gang hungry, no money that we scared of\nAnd do us both a favor, my nigga and don't compare us\n\nWe still losin' soldiers at this war\nLike every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor\nThey just killed Ike, he was goin' to the store\nThat's why I roll around fully loaded in the door\n\nMajority the time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line\nAnd that's a major part of my grind\nI still hit the hood and park my cars in the nine\nWhile the little niggaz pump hard with the dimes\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nThey say success is like omen\nYou see police will arrest us while we rollin'\nWe stay on heat, so if you press us, we ain't foldin'\nYou see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin'\n\nWe pimpin' easy, let niggaz hate, come teach me\nThe niggaz with the big cake, they couldn't reach me\nNow when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy\nSnitch niggaz, put 'em beneath me, believe me\n\nFuck 'em I can't let them break me\nIf I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me\nI rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC\nTop down, stoppin' for nothin', comin' through frollin'\n\nI'm tryin' to be one of them niggaz that do it for nothin'\nI got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it\nLike a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin', waitin' to cum\nRunnin' the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG'yeah, you know the rules, man, G's up, hoes down\nFuck it, just let the bitch drown, man\nM.O.B. for life, I'm about my paper, man\nYou gotta G mack but you first gotta G stack\nGet your one's up and then get your fun up, ya smell me?\n\nLife is a lesson, you live it one and learn once\nYa make the same mistake twice, that might be yo' ass\nCapo status, man, from the projects\nThat's the 'hood within a 'hood\nThat shit you dunno nothin' about, motherfucker\nSo trust me when I tell you, be easy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: G's Up\n artist: Jim Jones\n album: Harlem - Diary Of A Summer\n duration_ms: 281000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n I had to fade 'em into black\n Hit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back\n And before all that I used to make 'em pump crack\n Ridin' shotgun in the A slumped back\n\n Max leave the streets, please, they don't want that\n They need me in the shit\n The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split\n Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the fifth\n And you couldn't really hide 'cause I seen that nigga trip\n\n You ain't seen a nigga flip 'til they bank 50 G's\n And you feed a nigga shrimps, 39, 40\n And feed a nigga strips, beat the nigga bitch\n 'Til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah\n\n Got me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen'\n Dreezin' in the mist, chicks believin' in the dick, dick\n Fiendin' for a sniff, got me needin' for a spliff\n Ain't a thing funny when you fuckin' with this money\n I'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n The picture gettin' clearer\n If it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up\n If it's beef, the .45th we had to gear\n Lookin' at my life in this rear viewer mirror\n\n Burnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera\n The game funny, mo' money, it's gets weirder\n My gang hungry, no money that we scared of\n And do us both a favor, my nigga and don't compare us\n\n We still losin' soldiers at this war\n Like every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor\n They just killed Ike, he was goin' to the store\n That's why I roll around fully loaded in the door\n\n Majority the time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line\n And that's a major part of my grind\n I still hit the hood and park my cars in the nine\n While the little niggaz pump hard with the dimes\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n They say success is like omen\n You see police will arrest us while we rollin'\n We stay on heat, so if you press us, we ain't foldin'\n You see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin'\n\n We pimpin' easy, let niggaz hate, come teach me\n The niggaz with the big cake, they couldn't reach me\n Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy\n Snitch niggaz, put 'em beneath me, believe me\n\n Fuck 'em I can't let them break me\n If I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me\n I rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC\n Top down, stoppin' for nothin', comin' through frollin'\n\n I'm tryin' to be one of them niggaz that do it for nothin'\n I got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it\n Like a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin', waitin' to cum\n Runnin' the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G'yeah, you know the rules, man, G's up, hoes down\n Fuck it, just let the bitch drown, man\n M.O.B. for life, I'm about my paper, man\n You gotta G mack but you first gotta G stack\n Get your one's up and then get your fun up, ya smell me?\n\n Life is a lesson, you live it one and learn once\n Ya make the same mistake twice, that might be yo' ass\n Capo status, man, from the projects\n That's the 'hood within a 'hood\n That shit you dunno nothin' about, motherfucker\n So trust me when I tell you, be easy\n"},{"id":19784304,"name":"G's Up","trackName":"G's Up","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Harlem: Diary of a Summer","duration":268.582063,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"G's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nI had to fade 'em into black\nHit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back\nAnd before all that I used to make 'em pump crack\nRidin' shotgun in the A slumped back\n\nMax leave the streets, please, they don't want that\nThey need me in the shit\nThe .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split\nCock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the fifth\nAnd you couldn't really hide 'cause I seen that nigga trip\n\nYou ain't seen a nigga flip 'til they bank 50 G's\nAnd you feed a nigga shrimps, 39, 40\nAnd feed a nigga strips, beat the nigga bitch\n'Til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah\n\nGot me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen'\nDreezin' in the mist, chicks believin' in the dick, dick\nFiendin' for a sniff, got me needin' for a spliff\nAin't a thing funny when you fuckin' with this money\nI'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nThe picture gettin' clearer\nIf it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up\nIf it's beef, the .45th we had to gear\nLookin' at my life in this rear viewer mirror\n\nBurnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera\nThe game funny, mo' money, it's gets weirder\nMy gang hungry, no money that we scared of\nAnd do us both a favor, my nigga and don't compare us\n\nWe still losin' soldiers at this war\nLike every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor\nThey just killed Ike, he was goin' to the store\nThat's why I roll around fully loaded in the door\n\nMajority the time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line\nAnd that's a major part of my grind\nI still hit the hood and park my cars in the nine\nWhile the little niggaz pump hard with the dimes\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nThey say success is like omen\nYou see police will arrest us while we rollin'\nWe stay on heat, so if you press us, we ain't foldin'\nYou see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin'\n\nWe pimpin' easy, let niggaz hate, come teach me\nThe niggaz with the big cake, they couldn't reach me\nNow when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy\nSnitch niggaz, put 'em beneath me, believe me\n\nFuck 'em I can't let them break me\nIf I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me\nI rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC\nTop down, stoppin' for nothin', comin' through frollin'\n\nI'm tryin' to be one of them niggaz that do it for nothin'\nI got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it\nLike a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin', waitin' to cum\nRunnin' the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG'yeah, you know the rules, man, G's up, hoes down\nFuck it, just let the bitch drown, man\nM.O.B. for life, I'm about my paper, man\nYou gotta G mack but you first gotta G stack\nGet your one's up and then get your fun up, ya smell me?\n\nLife is a lesson, you live it one and learn once\nYa make the same mistake twice, that might be yo' ass\nCapo status, man, from the projects\nThat's the 'hood within a 'hood\nThat shit you dunno nothin' about, motherfucker\nSo trust me when I tell you, be easy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: G's Up\n artist: Jim Jones\n album: 'Harlem: Diary of a Summer'\n duration_ms: 268582\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n I had to fade 'em into black\n Hit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back\n And before all that I used to make 'em pump crack\n Ridin' shotgun in the A slumped back\n\n Max leave the streets, please, they don't want that\n They need me in the shit\n The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split\n Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the fifth\n And you couldn't really hide 'cause I seen that nigga trip\n\n You ain't seen a nigga flip 'til they bank 50 G's\n And you feed a nigga shrimps, 39, 40\n And feed a nigga strips, beat the nigga bitch\n 'Til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah\n\n Got me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen'\n Dreezin' in the mist, chicks believin' in the dick, dick\n Fiendin' for a sniff, got me needin' for a spliff\n Ain't a thing funny when you fuckin' with this money\n I'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n The picture gettin' clearer\n If it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up\n If it's beef, the .45th we had to gear\n Lookin' at my life in this rear viewer mirror\n\n Burnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera\n The game funny, mo' money, it's gets weirder\n My gang hungry, no money that we scared of\n And do us both a favor, my nigga and don't compare us\n\n We still losin' soldiers at this war\n Like every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor\n They just killed Ike, he was goin' to the store\n That's why I roll around fully loaded in the door\n\n Majority the time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line\n And that's a major part of my grind\n I still hit the hood and park my cars in the nine\n While the little niggaz pump hard with the dimes\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n They say success is like omen\n You see police will arrest us while we rollin'\n We stay on heat, so if you press us, we ain't foldin'\n You see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin'\n\n We pimpin' easy, let niggaz hate, come teach me\n The niggaz with the big cake, they couldn't reach me\n Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy\n Snitch niggaz, put 'em beneath me, believe me\n\n Fuck 'em I can't let them break me\n If I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me\n I rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC\n Top down, stoppin' for nothin', comin' through frollin'\n\n I'm tryin' to be one of them niggaz that do it for nothin'\n I got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it\n Like a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin', waitin' to cum\n Runnin' the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G'yeah, you know the rules, man, G's up, hoes down\n Fuck it, just let the bitch drown, man\n M.O.B. for life, I'm about my paper, man\n You gotta G mack but you first gotta G stack\n Get your one's up and then get your fun up, ya smell me?\n\n Life is a lesson, you live it one and learn once\n Ya make the same mistake twice, that might be yo' ass\n Capo status, man, from the projects\n That's the 'hood within a 'hood\n That shit you dunno nothin' about, motherfucker\n So trust me when I tell you, be easy\n"},{"id":19284099,"name":"G’s Up","trackName":"G’s Up","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"City of God","duration":171.676735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"G's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nI had to fade 'em into black\nHit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back\nAnd before all that I used to make 'em pump crack\nRidin' shotgun in the A slumped back\n\nMax leave the streets, please, they don't want that\nThey need me in the shit\nThe .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split\nCock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the fifth\nAnd you couldn't really hide 'cause I seen that nigga trip\n\nYou ain't seen a nigga flip 'til they bank 50 G's\nAnd you feed a nigga shrimps, 39, 40\nAnd feed a nigga strips, beat the nigga bitch\n'Til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah\n\nGot me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen'\nDreezin' in the mist, chicks believin' in the dick, dick\nFiendin' for a sniff, got me needin' for a spliff\nAin't a thing funny when you fuckin' with this money\nI'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nThe picture gettin' clearer\nIf it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up\nIf it's beef, the .45th we had to gear\nLookin' at my life in this rear viewer mirror\n\nBurnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera\nThe game funny, mo' money, it's gets weirder\nMy gang hungry, no money that we scared of\nAnd do us both a favor, my nigga and don't compare us\n\nWe still losin' soldiers at this war\nLike every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor\nThey just killed Ike, he was goin' to the store\nThat's why I roll around fully loaded in the door\n\nMajority the time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line\nAnd that's a major part of my grind\nI still hit the hood and park my cars in the nine\nWhile the little niggaz pump hard with the dimes\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nThey say success is like omen\nYou see police will arrest us while we rollin'\nWe stay on heat, so if you press us, we ain't foldin'\nYou see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin'\n\nWe pimpin' easy, let niggaz hate, come teach me\nThe niggaz with the big cake, they couldn't reach me\nNow when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy\nSnitch niggaz, put 'em beneath me, believe me\n\nFuck 'em I can't let them break me\nIf I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me\nI rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC\nTop down, stoppin' for nothin', comin' through frollin'\n\nI'm tryin' to be one of them niggaz that do it for nothin'\nI got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it\nLike a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin', waitin' to cum\nRunnin' the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG'yeah, you know the rules, man, G's up, hoes down\nFuck it, just let the bitch drown, man\nM.O.B. for life, I'm about my paper, man\nYou gotta G mack but you first gotta G stack\nGet your one's up and then get your fun up, ya smell me?\n\nLife is a lesson, you live it one and learn once\nYa make the same mistake twice, that might be yo' ass\nCapo status, man, from the projects\nThat's the 'hood within a 'hood\nThat shit you dunno nothin' about, motherfucker\nSo trust me when I tell you, be easy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: G’s Up\n artist: Jim Jones\n album: City of God\n duration_ms: 171677\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n I had to fade 'em into black\n Hit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back\n And before all that I used to make 'em pump crack\n Ridin' shotgun in the A slumped back\n\n Max leave the streets, please, they don't want that\n They need me in the shit\n The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split\n Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the fifth\n And you couldn't really hide 'cause I seen that nigga trip\n\n You ain't seen a nigga flip 'til they bank 50 G's\n And you feed a nigga shrimps, 39, 40\n And feed a nigga strips, beat the nigga bitch\n 'Til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah\n\n Got me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen'\n Dreezin' in the mist, chicks believin' in the dick, dick\n Fiendin' for a sniff, got me needin' for a spliff\n Ain't a thing funny when you fuckin' with this money\n I'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n The picture gettin' clearer\n If it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up\n If it's beef, the .45th we had to gear\n Lookin' at my life in this rear viewer mirror\n\n Burnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera\n The game funny, mo' money, it's gets weirder\n My gang hungry, no money that we scared of\n And do us both a favor, my nigga and don't compare us\n\n We still losin' soldiers at this war\n Like every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor\n They just killed Ike, he was goin' to the store\n That's why I roll around fully loaded in the door\n\n Majority the time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line\n And that's a major part of my grind\n I still hit the hood and park my cars in the nine\n While the little niggaz pump hard with the dimes\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n They say success is like omen\n You see police will arrest us while we rollin'\n We stay on heat, so if you press us, we ain't foldin'\n You see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin'\n\n We pimpin' easy, let niggaz hate, come teach me\n The niggaz with the big cake, they couldn't reach me\n Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy\n Snitch niggaz, put 'em beneath me, believe me\n\n Fuck 'em I can't let them break me\n If I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me\n I rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC\n Top down, stoppin' for nothin', comin' through frollin'\n\n I'm tryin' to be one of them niggaz that do it for nothin'\n I got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it\n Like a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin', waitin' to cum\n Runnin' the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G'yeah, you know the rules, man, G's up, hoes down\n Fuck it, just let the bitch drown, man\n M.O.B. for life, I'm about my paper, man\n You gotta G mack but you first gotta G stack\n Get your one's up and then get your fun up, ya smell me?\n\n Life is a lesson, you live it one and learn once\n Ya make the same mistake twice, that might be yo' ass\n Capo status, man, from the projects\n That's the 'hood within a 'hood\n That shit you dunno nothin' about, motherfucker\n So trust me when I tell you, be easy\n"},{"id":25691621,"name":"Gs Up","trackName":"Gs Up","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Capo 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bitch\n'Til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah\n\nGot me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen'\nDreezin' in the mist, chicks believin' in the dick, dick\nFiendin' for a sniff, got me needin' for a spliff\nAin't a thing funny when you fuckin' with this money\nI'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nThe picture gettin' clearer\nIf it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up\nIf it's beef, the .45th we had to gear\nLookin' at my life in this rear viewer mirror\n\nBurnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera\nThe game funny, mo' money, it's gets weirder\nMy gang hungry, no money that we scared of\nAnd do us both a favor, my nigga and don't compare us\n\nWe still losin' soldiers at this war\nLike every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor\nThey just killed Ike, he was goin' to the store\nThat's why I roll around fully loaded in the door\n\nMajority the time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line\nAnd that's a major part of my grind\nI still hit the hood and park my cars in the nine\nWhile the little niggaz pump hard with the dimes\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nThey say success is like omen\nYou see police will arrest us while we rollin'\nWe stay on heat, so if you press us, we ain't foldin'\nYou see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin'\n\nWe pimpin' easy, let niggaz hate, come teach me\nThe niggaz with the big cake, they couldn't reach me\nNow when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy\nSnitch niggaz, put 'em beneath me, believe me\n\nFuck 'em I can't let them break me\nIf I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me\nI rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC\nTop down, stoppin' for nothin', comin' through frollin'\n\nI'm tryin' to be one of them niggaz that do it for nothin'\nI got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it\nLike a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin', waitin' to cum\nRunnin' the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG'yeah, you know 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niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n I had to fade 'em into black\n Hit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back\n And before all that I used to make 'em pump crack\n Ridin' shotgun in the A slumped back\n\n Max leave the streets, please, they don't want that\n They need me in the shit\n The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split\n Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the fifth\n And you couldn't really hide 'cause I seen that nigga trip\n\n You ain't seen a nigga flip 'til they bank 50 G's\n And you feed a nigga shrimps, 39, 40\n And feed a nigga strips, beat the nigga bitch\n 'Til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah\n\n Got me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen'\n Dreezin' in the mist, chicks believin' in the dick, dick\n Fiendin' for a sniff, got me needin' for a spliff\n Ain't a thing funny when you fuckin' with this money\n I'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n The picture gettin' clearer\n If it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up\n If it's beef, the .45th we had to gear\n Lookin' at my life in this rear viewer mirror\n\n Burnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera\n The game funny, mo' money, it's gets weirder\n My gang hungry, no money that we scared of\n And do us both a favor, my nigga and don't compare us\n\n We still losin' soldiers at this war\n Like every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor\n They just killed Ike, he was goin' to the store\n That's why I roll around fully loaded in the door\n\n Majority the time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line\n And that's a major part of my grind\n I still hit the hood and park my cars in the nine\n While the little niggaz pump hard with the dimes\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n They say success is like omen\n You see police will arrest us while we rollin'\n We stay on heat, so if you press us, we ain't foldin'\n You see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin'\n\n We pimpin' easy, let niggaz hate, come teach me\n The niggaz with the big cake, they couldn't reach me\n Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy\n Snitch niggaz, put 'em beneath me, believe me\n\n Fuck 'em I can't let them break me\n If I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me\n I rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC\n 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she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n I had to fade 'em into black\n Hit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back\n And before all that I used to make 'em pump crack\n Ridin' shotgun in the A slumped back\n\n Max leave the streets, please, they don't want that\n They need me in the shit\n The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split\n Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the fifth\n And you couldn't really hide 'cause I seen that nigga trip\n\n You ain't seen a nigga flip 'til they bank 50 G's\n And you feed a nigga shrimps, 39, 40\n And feed a nigga strips, beat the nigga bitch\n 'Til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah\n\n Got me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen'\n Dreezin' in the mist, chicks believin' in the dick, dick\n Fiendin' for a sniff, got me needin' for a spliff\n Ain't a thing funny when you fuckin' with this money\n I'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n The picture gettin' clearer\n If it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up\n If it's beef, the .45th we had to gear\n Lookin' at my life in this rear viewer mirror\n\n Burnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera\n The game funny, mo' money, it's gets weirder\n My gang hungry, no money that we scared of\n And do us both a favor, my nigga and don't compare us\n\n We still losin' soldiers at this war\n Like every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor\n They just killed Ike, he was goin' to the store\n That's why I roll around fully loaded in the door\n\n Majority the time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line\n And that's a major part of my grind\n I still hit the hood and park my cars in the nine\n While the little niggaz pump hard with the dimes\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n They say success is like omen\n You see police will arrest us while we rollin'\n We stay on heat, so if you press us, we ain't foldin'\n You see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin'\n\n We pimpin' easy, let niggaz hate, come teach me\n The niggaz with the big cake, they couldn't reach me\n Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy\n Snitch niggaz, put 'em beneath me, believe me\n\n Fuck 'em I can't let them break me\n If I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me\n I rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC\n Top down, stoppin' for nothin', comin' through frollin'\n\n I'm tryin' to be one of them niggaz that do it for nothin'\n I got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it\n Like a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin', waitin' to cum\n Runnin' the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G'yeah, you know the rules, man, G's up, hoes down\n Fuck it, just let the bitch drown, man\n M.O.B. for life, I'm about my paper, man\n You gotta G mack but you first gotta G stack\n Get your one's up and then get your fun up, ya smell me?\n\n Life is a lesson, you live it one and learn once\n Ya make the same mistake twice, that might be yo' ass\n Capo status, man, from the projects\n That's the 'hood within a 'hood\n That shit you dunno nothin' about, motherfucker\n So trust me when I tell you, be easy\n"},{"id":37223425,"name":"G's Up","trackName":"G's Up","artistName":"Jim Jones (2)","albumName":"Volume 1","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"G's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nI had to fade 'em into black\nHit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back\nAnd before all that I used to make 'em pump crack\nRidin' shotgun in the A slumped back\n\nMax leave the streets, please, they don't want that\nThey need me in the shit\nThe .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split\nCock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the fifth\nAnd you couldn't really hide 'cause I seen that nigga trip\n\nYou ain't seen a nigga flip 'til they bank 50 G's\nAnd you feed a nigga shrimps, 39, 40\nAnd feed a nigga strips, beat the nigga bitch\n'Til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah\n\nGot me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen'\nDreezin' in the mist, chicks believin' in the dick, dick\nFiendin' for a sniff, got me needin' for a spliff\nAin't a thing funny when you fuckin' with this money\nI'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nThe picture gettin' clearer\nIf it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up\nIf it's beef, the .45th we had to gear\nLookin' at my life in this rear viewer mirror\n\nBurnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera\nThe game funny, mo' money, it's gets weirder\nMy gang hungry, no money that we scared of\nAnd do us both a favor, my nigga and don't compare us\n\nWe still losin' soldiers at this war\nLike every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor\nThey just killed Ike, he was goin' to the store\nThat's why I roll around fully loaded in the door\n\nMajority the time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line\nAnd that's a major part of my grind\nI still hit the hood and park my cars in the nine\nWhile the little niggaz pump hard with the dimes\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nThey say success is like omen\nYou see police will arrest us while we rollin'\nWe stay on heat, so if you press us, we ain't foldin'\nYou see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin'\n\nWe pimpin' easy, let niggaz hate, come teach me\nThe niggaz with the big cake, they couldn't reach me\nNow when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy\nSnitch niggaz, put 'em beneath me, believe me\n\nFuck 'em I can't let them break me\nIf I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me\nI rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC\nTop down, stoppin' for nothin', comin' through frollin'\n\nI'm tryin' to be one of them niggaz that do it for nothin'\nI got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it\nLike a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin', waitin' to cum\nRunnin' the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun\n\nG's up, nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG's up nigga, ho's down\nIf the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\nRunnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\nIf you ain't know we was them niggas\nThen nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\nG'yeah, you know the rules, man, G's up, hoes down\nFuck it, just let the bitch drown, man\nM.O.B. for life, I'm about my paper, man\nYou gotta G mack but you first gotta G stack\nGet your one's up and then get your fun up, ya smell me?\n\nLife is a lesson, you live it one and learn once\nYa make the same mistake twice, that might be yo' ass\nCapo status, man, from the projects\nThat's the 'hood within a 'hood\nThat shit you dunno nothin' about, motherfucker\nSo trust me when I tell you, be easy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: G's Up\n artist: Jim Jones (2)\n album: Volume 1\n duration_ms: 269000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n I had to fade 'em into black\n Hit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back\n And before all that I used to make 'em pump crack\n Ridin' shotgun in the A slumped back\n\n Max leave the streets, please, they don't want that\n They need me in the shit\n The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split\n Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the fifth\n And you couldn't really hide 'cause I seen that nigga trip\n\n You ain't seen a nigga flip 'til they bank 50 G's\n And you feed a nigga shrimps, 39, 40\n And feed a nigga strips, beat the nigga bitch\n 'Til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah\n\n Got me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen'\n Dreezin' in the mist, chicks believin' in the dick, dick\n Fiendin' for a sniff, got me needin' for a spliff\n Ain't a thing funny when you fuckin' with this money\n I'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n The picture gettin' clearer\n If it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up\n If it's beef, the .45th we had to gear\n Lookin' at my life in this rear viewer mirror\n\n Burnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera\n The game funny, mo' money, it's gets weirder\n My gang hungry, no money that we scared of\n And do us both a favor, my nigga and don't compare us\n\n We still losin' soldiers at this war\n Like every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor\n They just killed Ike, he was goin' to the store\n That's why I roll around fully loaded in the door\n\n Majority the time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line\n And that's a major part of my grind\n I still hit the hood and park my cars in the nine\n While the little niggaz pump hard with the dimes\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n They say success is like omen\n You see police will arrest us while we rollin'\n We stay on heat, so if you press us, we ain't foldin'\n You see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin'\n\n We pimpin' easy, let niggaz hate, come teach me\n The niggaz with the big cake, they couldn't reach me\n Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy\n Snitch niggaz, put 'em beneath me, believe me\n\n Fuck 'em I can't let them break me\n If I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me\n I rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC\n Top down, stoppin' for nothin', comin' through frollin'\n\n I'm tryin' to be one of them niggaz that do it for nothin'\n I got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it\n Like a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin', waitin' to cum\n Runnin' the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun\n\n G's up, nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G's up nigga, ho's down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas\n Then nigga, you know now, Dipset\n\n G'yeah, you know the rules, man, G's up, hoes down\n Fuck it, just let the bitch drown, man\n M.O.B. for life, I'm about my paper, man\n You gotta G mack but you first gotta G stack\n Get your one's up and then get your fun up, ya smell me?\n\n Life is a lesson, you live it one and learn once\n Ya make the same mistake twice, that might be yo' ass\n Capo status, man, from the projects\n That's the 'hood within a 'hood\n That shit you dunno nothin' about, motherfucker\n So trust me when I tell you, be easy\n"},{"id":39956833,"name":"G's Up","trackName":"G's Up","artistName":"Jim Jones Feat. 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then the strip, we had to tear it up\n start_ms: 106010\n end_ms: 109040\n- text: If it's beef, the four fifth, we had to gear up\n start_ms: 109040\n end_ms: 111400\n- text: Lookin' at my life in this rear view mirror\n start_ms: 111400\n end_ms: 114140\n- text: Burnin' Ana Pike in this brand new Carrera\n start_ms: 114140\n end_ms: 116920\n- text: The game funny, mo' money it gets weirder\n start_ms: 116920\n end_ms: 119770\n- text: My gang hungry, no money that we scared of\n start_ms: 119770\n end_ms: 122210\n- text: And do us both a favor my nigga, and don't compare us\n start_ms: 122210\n end_ms: 125630\n- text: We still losin' soldiers at this war\n start_ms: 125630\n end_ms: 127920\n- text: Like every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor\n start_ms: 127920\n end_ms: 130640\n- text: They just killed Ikey, he was goin' to the store\n start_ms: 130640\n end_ms: 133410\n- text: That's why I roll around, the fully loaded in the door\n start_ms: 133410\n end_ms: 136540\n- text: Majority time I'm tryin' to stay above the poverty line\n start_ms: 136540\n end_ms: 139680\n- text: And that's a major part of my grind\n start_ms: 139680\n end_ms: 141600\n- text: I still hit the hood and park my cars in a line\n start_ms: 141600\n end_ms: 144380\n- text: While the lil' niggas pump hard with the dimes, that's how we play\n start_ms: 144380\n end_ms: 147780\n- text: G's up nigga, hoes down\n start_ms: 147780\n end_ms: 150550\n- text: If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n start_ms: 150550\n end_ms: 153340\n- text: Runnin' the streets totin' the four pound\n start_ms: 153340\n end_ms: 155390\n- text: If you ain't know we was them niggas then nigga you know now\n start_ms: 155390\n end_ms: 158140\n- text: Dipset, G's up nigga, hoes down\n start_ms: 158140\n end_ms: 161610\n- text: If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n start_ms: 161610\n end_ms: 164490\n- text: Runnin' the streets totin' the four pound\n start_ms: 164490\n end_ms: 166350\n- text: If you ain't know we was them niggas then nigga you know now\n start_ms: 166350\n end_ms: 170420\n- text: They say success is like an omen (pray for me)\n start_ms: 170420\n end_ms: 172520\n- text: You see police wanna arrest us while we rollin' (I know my rights)\n start_ms: 172520\n end_ms: 175340\n- text: We stay with heat so if you press us we ain't foldin' (fuck you)\n start_ms: 175340\n end_ms: 177980\n- text: You see me in the street, it ain't a question who you told it\n start_ms: 177980\n end_ms: 180640\n- text: They think it's easy\n start_ms: 180640\n end_ms: 180680\n- text: Let them niggas hate, come teach me\n start_ms: 180680\n end_ms: 182640\n- text: Them niggas with the big kick, they couldn't reach me\n start_ms: 182640\n end_ms: 185540\n- text: Now when they see us they kick game, everything all peachy\n start_ms: 185540\n end_ms: 188590\n- text: Snitch niggas, put 'em beneath me, believe me\n start_ms: 188590\n end_ms: 192090\n- text: Fuck 'em, I can't let 'em break me\n start_ms: 192090\n end_ms: 194750\n- text: If I don't die while I'm the man is what it makes me\n start_ms: 194750\n end_ms: 197540\n- text: I'd rather ride in the Lambos with the AC\n start_ms: 197540\n end_ms: 199910\n- text: Top down, stuntin' for nothin', comin' through frontin' like Cappa\n start_ms: 199910\n end_ms: 202730\n- text: I'm tryin' to be one of them niggas that do it for nothin'\n start_ms: 202730\n end_ms: 205060\n- text: I got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it\n start_ms: 205060\n end_ms: 207250\n- text: Like a piece of pussy when I fuck it, waitin' to cum\n start_ms: 207250\n end_ms: 210950\n- text: Runnin' the streets in Lennox Ave, wavin' my gun\n start_ms: 210950\n end_ms: 214300\n- text: G's up nigga, hoes down\n start_ms: 214300\n end_ms: 217060\n- text: If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n start_ms: 217060\n end_ms: 219800\n- text: Runnin' the streets totin' the four pound\n start_ms: 219800\n end_ms: 221790\n- text: If you ain't know we was them niggas then nigga you know now\n start_ms: 221790\n end_ms: 224660\n- text: Dipset, G's up nigga, hoes down\n start_ms: 224660\n end_ms: 228180\n- text: If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n start_ms: 228180\n end_ms: 230870\n- text: Runnin' the streets totin' the four pound\n start_ms: 230870\n end_ms: 232920\n- text: If you ain't know we was them niggas then nigga you know now\n start_ms: 232920\n end_ms: 235720\n- text: Yeah, you know the rules man\n start_ms: 235720\n end_ms: 239270\n- text: G's up, hoes down\n start_ms: 239270\n end_ms: 241560\n- text: Fuck it, just let the bitch drown man\n start_ms: 241560\n end_ms: 243640\n- text: M.O.B. for life, I'm 'bout my paper man\n start_ms: 243640\n end_ms: 246760\n- text: We got a G MAC, but you first gotta G stack\n start_ms: 246760\n end_ms: 249310\n- text: Get your ones up and then get your fun up, you smell me?\n start_ms: 249310\n end_ms: 252560\n- text: Life is a lesson, you live it once and learn once\n start_ms: 252560\n end_ms: 255780\n- text: You make the same mistake twice, that might be your ass\n start_ms: 255780\n end_ms: 259270\n- text: Capo status man, from the projects\n start_ms: 259270\n end_ms: 261860\n- text: That's the hood within the hood\n start_ms: 261860\n end_ms: 264230\n- text: That's shit you don't know nothin' about motherfucker\n start_ms: 264230\n end_ms: 266640\n- text: So trust me when I tell you, be easy\n start_ms: 266640\n end_ms: 269310\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 269310\nplain: |-\n Love baby\n Baby\n I think you need love baby\n I think you need love baby\n I think you need, I think you need\n Love\n\n Yo, G's up nigga, hoes down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas then nigga you know now\n Dipset, G's up nigga, hoes down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas then nigga you know now\n\n I had to fade 'em in the black\n\n Hit him with the crossover, made him jump back\n And before all that, I used to make 'em pump crack\n\n Ridin' shotgun in the H, slung back\n\n Max leave the streets? Please, they don't want that\n They need me in this shit, the 40 cal' is mines\n The ninas we can split\n Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the fifth\n And he couldn't really hide 'cause I seen the nigga drip\n You ain't seen a nigga flip 'til the bank 50 Gs\n And you feed a nigga trips\n 39, 40 And feed a nigga strips\n Beat the nigga bitch 'til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah\n\n Got me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen\n Breezin' in the mist, chicks believin' in the dick\n Think fiendin' for a sniff got me needin' for a spliff\n Ain't a thing funny when you fuckin' with this money\n I'ma leave you off a cliff, G's up\n\n G's up nigga, hoes down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas then nigga you know now\n Dipset, G's up nigga, hoes down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas then nigga you know now\n\n The picture gettin' clearer\n If it was bricks then the strip, we had to tear it up\n If it's beef, the four fifth, we had to gear up\n Lookin' at my life in this rear view mirror\n Burnin' Ana Pike in this brand new Carrera\n The game funny, mo' money it gets weirder\n My gang hungry, no money that we scared of\n And do us both a favor my nigga, and don't compare us\n\n We still losin' soldiers at this war\n Like every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor\n They just killed Ikey, he was goin' to the store\n That's why I roll around, the fully loaded in the door\n Majority time I'm tryin' to stay above the poverty line\n And that's a major part of my grind\n I still hit the hood and park my cars in a line\n While the lil' niggas pump hard with the dimes, that's how we play\n\n G's up nigga, hoes down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas then nigga you know now\n Dipset, G's up nigga, hoes down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas then nigga you know now\n\n They say success is like an omen (pray for me)\n You see police wanna arrest us while we rollin' (I know my rights)\n We stay with heat so if you press us we ain't foldin' (fuck you)\n You see me in the street, it ain't a question who you told it\n\n They think it's easy\n Let them niggas hate, come teach me\n Them niggas with the big kick, they couldn't reach me\n Now when they see us they kick game, everything all peachy\n Snitch niggas, put 'em beneath me, believe me\n\n Fuck 'em, I can't let 'em break me\n If I don't die while I'm the man is what it makes me\n I'd rather ride in the Lambos with the AC\n Top down, stuntin' for nothin', comin' through frontin' like Cappa\n\n I'm tryin' to be one of them niggas that do it for nothin'\n I got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it\n Like a piece of pussy when I fuck it, waitin' to cum\n Runnin' the streets in Lennox Ave, wavin' my gun\n\n G's up nigga, hoes down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas then nigga you know now\n Dipset, G's up nigga, hoes down\n If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown\n Runnin' the streets totin' the four pound\n If you ain't know we was them niggas then nigga you know now\n\n Yeah, you know the rules man\n G's up, hoes down\n\n Fuck it, just let the bitch drown man\n M.O.B. for life, I'm 'bout my paper man\n We got a G MAC, but you first gotta G stack\n Get your ones up and then get your fun up, you smell me?\n Life is a lesson, you live it once and learn once\n You make the same mistake twice, that might be your ass\n Capo status man, from the projects\n That's the hood within the hood\n\n That's shit you don't know nothin' about motherfucker\n So trust me when I tell you, be easy\n"}]