[{"id":33943169,"name":"NYC","trackName":"NYC","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"El Capo","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones]\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\nThis Rotten Apple\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to (Crime wave) the arms of another (Uh)\nNew York City (East side), please go easy on (Heatmakerz) me\n(Crack Music)\nTonight\nJones\n\nCrime and the murder rate, that rose up (It's hot out)\nEvery time he got a bird and the crack rose up (Free)\nI don't jog in Central Park, don't need mistaken identity (Capo)\nWatch for the scammers because they\ntakin' identities (Your pieces hittin'?)\nThere's eight million stories on a daily basis (Facts)\nNiggas chasin' dreams or catchin' scary cases (Gotta lawyer up)\nNo more pitchin' to the fiends until they clear the bases (Woo)\nI knew niggas that was wired like they wearin' braces (Check him)\nDrug dealers and killers I was on corners with (True)\nEven played in the Garden like I was on the Knicks (Swish)\nBut when I came through Harlem,\nall type of foreign shit (Serve 'em fast)\nTop off, titties out, nigga, this like a porno flick (Facts)\nCouple niggas missed some shots,\nit ain't my time in Heaven (Missed, nigga)\nNo due respect but due to these model hoes\nI seen niggas lose they soul and, damn,\nit gets swallowed whole (Silly niggas)\nBitch, you a bottle girl and keep my bottles cold\nI came through drippin' all type of\ndesigner clothes (Pray for us)\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms\nof another (Faults and mishappens, nigga)\nNew York City (Bronx, New York), please go easy (Capo) on me\n(Gyeah, uh, yo)\nTonight\n\nSince fourteen, I was wavin' that thing\nHad nigga's doorbells, you called, I let it ring (I let it ring)\nDominicanos uptown they yellin', \"Thot doe\"\nNew York's Pablo, same lawyer as Chapo\nBrand new ass and titties, she can't wait\nSoon as it get hot, call it Thottiana day (Thottiana)\nWe got accountants to watch the accounts\nCoke flowin' out the fountains, pool drippin' off the mountains\nGot that new work, flood the city with bricks\nYou call it a chandelier, that Sue Cullen is on my wrist\nI been runnin' it ever since, these niggas is on E\nI got 'em trappin' out the Air BnB (Coca)\nSmall time niggas, we are not those guys\nJust copped the Ace of Spades, nigga, Costco size\nInfluenced the hustlers to go cop those pies\nMy co dead, I'm 'bout to rock on Live\n\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms of another\nNew York City please go easy on me tonight\nTonight\nNew York City (City-City-City)\n\nIt is a number that is almost incomprehensible\nEspecially when so many of the victims are teenagers\nHigh School graduate of dreams of being an\narchitect is gunned down at an Atlanta apartment complex\nMajor heartbreak in South L.A.\nthis morning after a teen was shot and killed\nThe deadly shooting of a teenager at a northeast Miami bus stop\nTeenager shot in the head in East Harlem\nShakur was shot four times after leaving\nthe Mike Tyson boxing match in Las Vegas\nLos Angeles police are investigating the shooting death\nof rapper Notorious B.I.G., also known as Biggie Smalls\nHe was gunned down early today\nXXXTentacion has been shot,\napparently targeted while shopping for a motorcycle\nFans and neighbors leaving flowers,\ncandles, notes on rapper Mac Miller's doorstep\nSinger, actress Aaliyah is killed in a plane crash\nWe begin with breaking news at 5 Live from Sky 2,\na triple shooting outside a clothing store in Hyde Park\nThis on the 43rd block of West Slauson Avenue\nNow according to the L.A. Times,\none of the people shot is rapper Nipsey Hussle\nWe're told he was shot multiple times","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: NYC\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: El Capo\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones]\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  This Rotten Apple\n  'Cause I'm losin' my lover to (Crime wave) the arms of another (Uh)\n  New York City (East side), please go easy on (Heatmakerz) me\n  (Crack Music)\n  Tonight\n  Jones\n\n  Crime and the murder rate, that rose up (It's hot out)\n  Every time he got a bird and the crack rose up (Free)\n  I don't jog in Central Park, don't need mistaken identity (Capo)\n  Watch for the scammers because they\n  takin' identities (Your pieces hittin'?)\n  There's eight million stories on a daily basis (Facts)\n  Niggas chasin' dreams or catchin' scary cases (Gotta lawyer up)\n  No more pitchin' to the fiends until they clear the bases (Woo)\n  I knew niggas that was wired like they wearin' braces (Check him)\n  Drug dealers and killers I was on corners with (True)\n  Even played in the Garden like I was on the Knicks (Swish)\n  But when I came through Harlem,\n  all type of foreign shit (Serve 'em fast)\n  Top off, titties out, nigga, this like a porno flick (Facts)\n  Couple niggas missed some shots,\n  it ain't my time in Heaven (Missed, nigga)\n  No due respect but due to these model hoes\n  I seen niggas lose they soul and, damn,\n  it gets swallowed whole (Silly niggas)\n  Bitch, you a bottle girl and keep my bottles cold\n  I came through drippin' all type of\n  designer clothes (Pray for us)\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms\n  of another (Faults and mishappens, nigga)\n  New York City (Bronx, New York), please go easy (Capo) on me\n  (Gyeah, uh, yo)\n  Tonight\n\n  Since fourteen, I was wavin' that thing\n  Had nigga's doorbells, you called, I let it ring (I let it ring)\n  Dominicanos uptown they yellin', \"Thot doe\"\n  New York's Pablo, same lawyer as Chapo\n  Brand new ass and titties, she can't wait\n  Soon as it get hot, call it Thottiana day (Thottiana)\n  We got accountants to watch the accounts\n  Coke flowin' out the fountains, pool drippin' off the mountains\n  Got that new work, flood the city with bricks\n  You call it a chandelier, that Sue Cullen is on my wrist\n  I been runnin' it ever since, these niggas is on E\n  I got 'em trappin' out the Air BnB (Coca)\n  Small time niggas, we are not those guys\n  Just copped the Ace of Spades, nigga, Costco size\n  Influenced the hustlers to go cop those pies\n  My co dead, I'm 'bout to rock on Live\n\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms of another\n  New York City please go easy on me tonight\n  Tonight\n  New York City (City-City-City)\n\n  It is a number that is almost incomprehensible\n  Especially when so many of the victims are teenagers\n  High School graduate of dreams of being an\n  architect is gunned down at an Atlanta apartment complex\n  Major heartbreak in South L.A.\n  this morning after a teen was shot and killed\n  The deadly shooting of a teenager at a northeast Miami bus stop\n  Teenager shot in the head in East Harlem\n  Shakur was shot four times after leaving\n  the Mike Tyson boxing match in Las Vegas\n  Los Angeles police are investigating the shooting death\n  of rapper Notorious B.I.G., also known as Biggie Smalls\n  He was gunned down early today\n  XXXTentacion has been shot,\n  apparently targeted while shopping for a motorcycle\n  Fans and neighbors leaving flowers,\n  candles, notes on rapper Mac Miller's doorstep\n  Singer, actress Aaliyah is killed in a plane crash\n  We begin with breaking news at 5 Live from Sky 2,\n  a triple shooting outside a clothing store in Hyde Park\n  This on the 43rd block of West Slauson Avenue\n  Now according to the L.A. Times,\n  one of the people shot is rapper Nipsey Hussle\n  We're told he was shot multiple times\n"},{"id":40256069,"name":"NYC","trackName":"NYC","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"El Capo (Deluxe)","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"New York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n'Cause I'm losing my lover to the arms of another\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\n\nCrime and the murder rate, that rose up\nEvery time we got a bird and the crack rose up\nHound dog in Central Park, don't need mistaken identity\nWatch for the scanners because they taking identities\nThere's eight million stories on a daily basis\nNiggas chasing dreams and catching scary cases\nNow I'm pitching to the fiends until they clear the bases\nI knew niggas that was wired like they wearing braces\nDrug dealers and killers I was on corners with\n\nEven played in the Garden like I was on the Knicks\nWhen I came 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scary cases (Gotta lawyer up)\nNo more pitchin' to the fiends until they clear the bases (Woo)\nI knew niggas that was wired like they wearin' braces (Check him)\nDrug dealers and killers I was on corners with (True)\nEven played in the Garden like I was on the Knicks (Swish)\nBut when I came through Harlem,\nall type of foreign shit (Serve 'em fast)\nTop off, titties out, nigga, this like a porno flick (Facts)\nCouple niggas missed some shots,\nit ain't my time in Heaven (Missed, nigga)\nNo due respect but due to these model hoes\nI seen niggas lose they soul and, damn,\nit gets swallowed whole (Silly niggas)\nBitch, you a bottle girl and keep my bottles cold\nI came through drippin' all type of\ndesigner clothes (Pray for us)\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms\nof another (Faults and mishappens, nigga)\nNew York City (Bronx, New York), please go easy (Capo) on me\n(Gyeah, uh, yo)\nTonight\n\nSince fourteen, I was wavin' that thing\nHad nigga's doorbells, you called, I let it ring (I let it ring)\nDominicanos uptown they yellin', \"Thot doe\"\nNew York's Pablo, same lawyer as Chapo\nBrand new ass and titties, she can't wait\nSoon as it get hot, call it Thottiana day (Thottiana)\nWe got accountants to watch the accounts\nCoke flowin' out the fountains, pool drippin' off the mountains\nGot that new work, flood the city with bricks\nYou call it a chandelier, that Sue Cullen is on my wrist\nI been runnin' it ever since, these niggas is on E\nI got 'em trappin' out the Air BnB (Coca)\nSmall time niggas, we are not those guys\nJust copped the Ace of Spades, nigga, Costco size\nInfluenced the hustlers to go cop those pies\nMy co dead, I'm 'bout to rock on Live\n\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms of another\nNew York City please go easy on me tonight\nTonight\nNew York City (City-City-City)\n\nIt is a number that is almost incomprehensible\nEspecially when so many of the victims are teenagers\nHigh School graduate of dreams of being an\narchitect is gunned down at an Atlanta apartment complex\nMajor heartbreak in South L.A.\nthis morning after a teen was shot and killed\nThe deadly shooting of a teenager at a northeast Miami bus stop\nTeenager shot in the head in East Harlem\nShakur was shot four times after leaving\nthe Mike Tyson boxing match in Las Vegas\nLos Angeles police are investigating the shooting death\nof rapper Notorious B.I.G., also known as Biggie Smalls\nHe was gunned down early today\nXXXTentacion has been shot,\napparently targeted while shopping for a motorcycle\nFans and neighbors leaving flowers,\ncandles, notes on rapper Mac Miller's doorstep\nSinger, actress Aaliyah is killed in a plane crash\nWe begin with breaking news at 5 Live from Sky 2,\na triple shooting outside a clothing store in Hyde Park\nThis on the 43rd block of West Slauson Avenue\nNow according to the L.A. 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Times,\n  one of the people shot is rapper Nipsey Hussle\n  We're told he was shot multiple times\n"},{"id":33846131,"name":"Nyc","trackName":"Nyc","artistName":"Jim Jones;Fat Joe","albumName":"El Capo","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones]\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\nThis Rotten Apple\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to (Crime wave) the arms of another (Uh)\nNew York City (East side), please go easy on (Heatmakerz) me\n(Crack Music)\nTonight\nJones\n\nCrime and the murder rate, that rose up (It's hot out)\nEvery time he got a bird and the crack rose up (Free)\nI don't jog in Central Park, don't need mistaken identity (Capo)\nWatch for the scammers because they\ntakin' identities (Your pieces hittin'?)\nThere's eight million stories on a daily basis (Facts)\nNiggas chasin' dreams or catchin' scary cases (Gotta lawyer up)\nNo more pitchin' to the fiends until they clear the bases (Woo)\nI knew niggas that was wired like they wearin' braces (Check him)\nDrug dealers and killers I was on corners with (True)\nEven played in the Garden like I was on the Knicks (Swish)\nBut when I came through Harlem,\nall type of foreign shit (Serve 'em fast)\nTop off, titties out, nigga, this like a porno flick (Facts)\nCouple niggas missed some shots,\nit ain't my time in Heaven (Missed, nigga)\nNo due respect but due to these model hoes\nI seen niggas lose they soul and, damn,\nit gets swallowed whole (Silly niggas)\nBitch, you a bottle girl and keep my bottles cold\nI came through drippin' all type of\ndesigner clothes (Pray for us)\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms\nof another (Faults and mishappens, nigga)\nNew York City (Bronx, New York), please go easy (Capo) on me\n(Gyeah, uh, yo)\nTonight\n\nSince fourteen, I was wavin' that thing\nHad nigga's doorbells, you called, I let it ring (I let it ring)\nDominicanos uptown they yellin', \"Thot doe\"\nNew York's Pablo, same lawyer as Chapo\nBrand new ass and titties, she can't wait\nSoon as it get hot, call it Thottiana day (Thottiana)\nWe got accountants to watch the accounts\nCoke flowin' out the fountains, pool drippin' off the mountains\nGot that new work, flood the city with bricks\nYou call it a chandelier, that Sue Cullen is on my wrist\nI been runnin' it ever since, these niggas is on E\nI got 'em trappin' out the Air BnB (Coca)\nSmall time niggas, we are not those guys\nJust copped the Ace of Spades, nigga, Costco size\nInfluenced the hustlers to go cop those pies\nMy co dead, I'm 'bout to rock on Live\n\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms of another\nNew York City please go easy on me tonight\nTonight\nNew York City (City-City-City)\n\nIt is a number that is almost incomprehensible\nEspecially when so many of the victims are teenagers\nHigh School graduate of dreams of being an\narchitect is gunned down at an Atlanta apartment complex\nMajor heartbreak in South L.A.\nthis morning after a teen was shot and killed\nThe deadly shooting of a teenager at a northeast Miami bus stop\nTeenager shot in the head in East Harlem\nShakur was shot four times after leaving\nthe Mike Tyson boxing match in Las Vegas\nLos Angeles police are investigating the shooting death\nof rapper Notorious B.I.G., also known as Biggie Smalls\nHe was gunned down early today\nXXXTentacion has been shot,\napparently targeted while shopping for a motorcycle\nFans and neighbors leaving flowers,\ncandles, notes on rapper Mac Miller's doorstep\nSinger, actress Aaliyah is killed in a plane crash\nWe begin with breaking news at 5 Live from Sky 2,\na triple shooting outside a clothing store in Hyde Park\nThis on the 43rd block of West Slauson Avenue\nNow according to the L.A. Times,\none of the people shot is rapper Nipsey Hussle\nWe're told he was shot multiple times","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nyc\n  artist: Jim Jones;Fat Joe\n  album: El Capo\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones]\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  This Rotten Apple\n  'Cause I'm losin' my lover to (Crime wave) the arms of another (Uh)\n  New York City (East side), please go easy on (Heatmakerz) me\n  (Crack Music)\n  Tonight\n  Jones\n\n  Crime and the murder rate, that rose up (It's hot out)\n  Every time he got a bird and the crack rose up (Free)\n  I don't jog in Central Park, don't need mistaken identity (Capo)\n  Watch for the scammers because they\n  takin' identities (Your pieces hittin'?)\n  There's eight million stories on a daily basis (Facts)\n  Niggas chasin' dreams or catchin' scary cases (Gotta lawyer up)\n  No more pitchin' to the fiends until they clear the bases (Woo)\n  I knew niggas that was wired like they wearin' braces (Check him)\n  Drug dealers and killers I was on corners with (True)\n  Even played in the Garden like I was on the Knicks (Swish)\n  But when I came through Harlem,\n  all type of foreign shit (Serve 'em fast)\n  Top off, titties out, nigga, this like a porno flick (Facts)\n  Couple niggas missed some shots,\n  it ain't my time in Heaven (Missed, nigga)\n  No due respect but due to these model hoes\n  I seen niggas lose they soul and, damn,\n  it gets swallowed whole (Silly niggas)\n  Bitch, you a bottle girl and keep my bottles cold\n  I came through drippin' all type of\n  designer clothes (Pray for us)\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms\n  of another (Faults and mishappens, nigga)\n  New York City (Bronx, New York), please go easy (Capo) on me\n  (Gyeah, uh, yo)\n  Tonight\n\n  Since fourteen, I was wavin' that thing\n  Had nigga's doorbells, you called, I let it ring (I let it ring)\n  Dominicanos uptown they yellin', \"Thot doe\"\n  New York's Pablo, same lawyer as Chapo\n  Brand new ass and titties, she can't wait\n  Soon as it get hot, call it Thottiana day (Thottiana)\n  We got accountants to watch the accounts\n  Coke flowin' out the fountains, pool drippin' off the mountains\n  Got that new work, flood the city with bricks\n  You call it a chandelier, that Sue Cullen is on my wrist\n  I been runnin' it ever since, these niggas is on E\n  I got 'em trappin' out the Air BnB (Coca)\n  Small time niggas, we are not those guys\n  Just copped the Ace of Spades, nigga, Costco size\n  Influenced the hustlers to go cop those pies\n  My co dead, I'm 'bout to rock on Live\n\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms of another\n  New York City please go easy on me tonight\n  Tonight\n  New York City (City-City-City)\n\n  It is a number that is almost incomprehensible\n  Especially when so many of the victims are teenagers\n  High School graduate of dreams of being an\n  architect is gunned down at an Atlanta apartment complex\n  Major heartbreak in South L.A.\n  this morning after a teen was shot and killed\n  The deadly shooting of a teenager at a northeast Miami bus stop\n  Teenager shot in the head in East Harlem\n  Shakur was shot four times after leaving\n  the Mike Tyson boxing match in Las Vegas\n  Los Angeles police are investigating the shooting death\n  of rapper Notorious B.I.G., also known as Biggie Smalls\n  He was gunned down early today\n  XXXTentacion has been shot,\n  apparently targeted while shopping for a motorcycle\n  Fans and neighbors leaving flowers,\n  candles, notes on rapper Mac Miller's doorstep\n  Singer, actress Aaliyah is killed in a plane crash\n  We begin with breaking news at 5 Live from Sky 2,\n  a triple shooting outside a clothing store in Hyde Park\n  This on the 43rd block of West Slauson Avenue\n  Now according to the L.A. Times,\n  one of the people shot is rapper Nipsey Hussle\n  We're told he was shot multiple times\n"},{"id":35512309,"name":"Nyc (feat. Fat Joe)","trackName":"Nyc (feat. 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fiends until they clear the bases\n  I knew niggas that was wired like they wearing braces\n  Drug dealers and killers I was on corners with\n\n  Even played in the Garden like I was on the Knicks\n  When I came through Harlem, all type of foreign shit\n  Top off, titties out, nigga this like a porno flick\n  So I pray for 9/11 in my 911\n  Couple niggas missed some shots, it ain't my time in heaven\n  No due respect, but due to these model hoes\n  I seen niggas lose they soul and damn near get swallowed whole\n  Bitch you a bottle girl and keep my bottles cold\n\n  I came through dripping, all type designer clothes\n\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  'Cause I'm losing my lover to the arms of another\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n\n  Since fourteen I was waving that thing\n  At niggas doorbells, you called I let it ring\n\n  Dominicanos uptown, they yelling tato\n  New York's Pablo, same lawyer as Chapo\n  Brand new ass and titties, she can't wait\n  Soon as it get hot, call it thotiana day\n\n  We got accountants to watch the accountants\n  Coke flowing out the fountains, pool dripping off the mountains\n  Got that new work, flood the city with bricks\n  You call it a chandelier, that's two Cullinans on my wrist\n  I been running it ever since, these niggas is on E\n  I got 'em trapping out the AirBNB\n  Small time niggas, we are not those guys\n  Just copped the Ace of Spades nigga, Costco size\n  Influenced the hustlers to go cop those pies\n  My coke dead, I'm 'bout to rock on live\n\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  'Cause I'm losing my lover to the arms of another\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n"},{"id":1974196,"name":"NYC","trackName":"NYC","artistName":"Jim Jones feat. Fat Joe","albumName":"El Capo","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones]\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\nThis Rotten Apple\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to (Crime wave) the arms of another (Uh)\nNew York City (East side), please go easy on (Heatmakerz) me\n(Crack Music)\nTonight\nJones\n\nCrime and the murder rate, that rose up (It's hot out)\nEvery time he got a bird and the crack rose up (Free)\nI don't jog in Central Park, don't need mistaken identity (Capo)\nWatch for the scammers because they\nTakin' identities (Your pieces hittin'?)\nThere's eight million stories on a daily basis (Facts)\nNiggas chasin' dreams or catchin' scary cases (Gotta lawyer up)\nNo more pitchin' to the fiends until they clear the bases (Woo)\nI knew niggas that was wired like they wearin' braces (Check him)\nDrug dealers and killers I was on corners with (True)\nEven played in the Garden like I was on the Knicks (Swish)\nBut when I came through Harlem,\nAll type of foreign shit (Serve 'em fast)\nTop off, titties out, nigga, this like a porno flick (Facts)\nCouple niggas missed some shots,\nIt ain't my time in Heaven (Missed, nigga)\nNo due respect but due to these model hoes\nI seen niggas lose they soul and, damn,\nIt gets swallowed whole (Silly niggas)\nBitch, you a bottle girl and keep my bottles cold\nI came through drippin' all type of\nDesigner clothes (Pray for us)\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms\nOf another (Faults and mishappens, nigga)\nNew York City (Bronx, New York), please go easy (Capo) on me\n(Gyeah, uh, yo)\nTonight\n\nSince fourteen, I was wavin' that thing\nHad nigga's doorbells, you called, I let it ring (I let it ring)\nDominicanos uptown they yellin', \"Thot doe\"\nNew York's Pablo, same lawyer as Chapo\nBrand new ass and titties, she can't wait\nSoon as it get hot, call it Thottiana day (Thottiana)\nWe got accountants to watch the accounts\nCoke flowin' out the fountains, pool drippin' off the mountains\nGot that new work, flood the city with bricks\nYou call it a chandelier, that Sue Cullen is on my wrist\nI been runnin' it ever since, these niggas is on E\nI got 'em trappin' out the Air BnB (Coca)\nSmall time niggas, we are not those guys\nJust copped the Ace of Spades, nigga, Costco size\nInfluenced the hustlers to go cop those pies\nMy co dead, I'm 'bout to rock on Live\n\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms of another\nNew York City please go easy on me tonight\nTonight\nNew York City (City-City-City)\n\nIt is a number that is almost incomprehensible\nEspecially when so many of the victims are teenagers\nHigh School graduate of dreams of being an\nArchitect is gunned down at an Atlanta apartment complex\nMajor heartbreak in South L.A.\nThis morning after a teen was shot and killed\nThe deadly shooting of a teenager at a northeast Miami bus stop\nTeenager shot in the head in East Harlem\nShakur was shot four times after leaving\nThe Mike Tyson boxing match in Las Vegas\nLos Angeles police are investigating the shooting death\nOf rapper Notorious B.I.G., also known as Biggie Smalls\nHe was gunned down early today\nXXXTentacion has been shot,\nApparently targeted while shopping for a motorcycle\nFans and neighbors leaving flowers,\nCandles, notes on rapper Mac Miller's doorstep\nSinger, actress Aaliyah is killed in a plane crash\nWe begin with breaking news at 5 Live from Sky 2,\nA triple shooting outside a clothing store in Hyde Park\nThis on the 43rd block of West Slauson Avenue\nNow according to the L.A. Times,\nOne of the people shot is rapper Nipsey Hussle\nWe're told he was shot multiple times","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: NYC\n  artist: Jim Jones feat. Fat Joe\n  album: El Capo\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones]\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  This Rotten Apple\n  'Cause I'm losin' my lover to (Crime wave) the arms of another (Uh)\n  New York City (East side), please go easy on (Heatmakerz) me\n  (Crack Music)\n  Tonight\n  Jones\n\n  Crime and the murder rate, that rose up (It's hot out)\n  Every time he got a bird and the crack rose up (Free)\n  I don't jog in Central Park, don't need mistaken identity (Capo)\n  Watch for the scammers because they\n  Takin' identities (Your pieces hittin'?)\n  There's eight million stories on a daily basis (Facts)\n  Niggas chasin' dreams or catchin' scary cases (Gotta lawyer up)\n  No more pitchin' to the fiends until they clear the bases (Woo)\n  I knew niggas that was wired like they wearin' braces (Check him)\n  Drug dealers and killers I was on corners with (True)\n  Even played in the Garden like I was on the Knicks (Swish)\n  But when I came through Harlem,\n  All type of foreign shit (Serve 'em fast)\n  Top off, titties out, nigga, this like a porno flick (Facts)\n  Couple niggas missed some shots,\n  It ain't my time in Heaven (Missed, nigga)\n  No due respect but due to these model hoes\n  I seen niggas lose they soul and, damn,\n  It gets swallowed whole (Silly niggas)\n  Bitch, you a bottle girl and keep my bottles cold\n  I came through drippin' all type of\n  Designer clothes (Pray for us)\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms\n  Of another (Faults and mishappens, nigga)\n  New York City (Bronx, New York), please go easy (Capo) on me\n  (Gyeah, uh, yo)\n  Tonight\n\n  Since fourteen, I was wavin' that thing\n  Had nigga's doorbells, you called, I let it ring (I let it ring)\n  Dominicanos uptown they yellin', \"Thot doe\"\n  New York's Pablo, same lawyer as Chapo\n  Brand new ass and titties, she can't wait\n  Soon as it get hot, call it Thottiana day (Thottiana)\n  We got accountants to watch the accounts\n  Coke flowin' out the fountains, pool drippin' off the mountains\n  Got that new work, flood the city with bricks\n  You call it a chandelier, that Sue Cullen is on my wrist\n  I been runnin' it ever since, these niggas is on E\n  I got 'em trappin' out the Air BnB (Coca)\n  Small time niggas, we are not those guys\n  Just copped the Ace of Spades, nigga, Costco size\n  Influenced the hustlers to go cop those pies\n  My co dead, I'm 'bout to rock on Live\n\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms of another\n  New York City please go easy on me tonight\n  Tonight\n  New York City (City-City-City)\n\n  It is a number that is almost incomprehensible\n  Especially when so many of the victims are teenagers\n  High School graduate of dreams of being an\n  Architect is gunned down at an Atlanta apartment complex\n  Major heartbreak in South L.A.\n  This morning after a teen was shot and killed\n  The deadly shooting of a teenager at a northeast Miami bus stop\n  Teenager shot in the head in East Harlem\n  Shakur was shot four times after leaving\n  The Mike Tyson boxing match in Las Vegas\n  Los Angeles police are investigating the shooting death\n  Of rapper Notorious B.I.G., also known as Biggie Smalls\n  He was gunned down early today\n  XXXTentacion has been shot,\n  Apparently targeted while shopping for a motorcycle\n  Fans and neighbors leaving flowers,\n  Candles, notes on rapper Mac Miller's doorstep\n  Singer, actress Aaliyah is killed in a plane crash\n  We begin with breaking news at 5 Live from Sky 2,\n  A triple shooting outside a clothing store in Hyde Park\n  This on the 43rd block of West Slauson Avenue\n  Now according to the L.A. Times,\n  One of the people shot is rapper Nipsey Hussle\n  We're told he was shot multiple times\n"},{"id":30643948,"name":"NYC","trackName":"NYC","artistName":"Jim Jones feat. Fat Joe","albumName":"El Capo","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones]\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\nThis Rotten Apple\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to (Crime wave) the arms of another (Uh)\nNew York City (East side), please go easy on (Heatmakerz) me\n(Crack Music)\nTonight\nJones\n\nCrime and the murder rate, that rose up (It's hot out)\nEvery time he got a bird and the crack rose up (Free)\nI don't jog in Central Park, don't need mistaken identity (Capo)\nWatch for the scammers because they\nTakin' identities (Your pieces hittin'?)\nThere's eight million stories on a daily basis (Facts)\nNiggas chasin' dreams or catchin' scary cases (Gotta lawyer up)\nNo more pitchin' to the fiends until they clear the bases (Woo)\nI knew niggas that was wired like they wearin' braces (Check him)\nDrug dealers and killers I was on corners with (True)\nEven played in the Garden like I was on the Knicks (Swish)\nBut when I came through Harlem,\nAll type of foreign shit (Serve 'em fast)\nTop off, titties out, nigga, this like a porno flick (Facts)\nCouple niggas missed some shots,\nIt ain't my time in Heaven (Missed, nigga)\nNo due respect but due to these model hoes\nI seen niggas lose they soul and, damn,\nIt gets swallowed whole (Silly niggas)\nBitch, you a bottle girl and keep my bottles cold\nI came through drippin' all type of\nDesigner clothes (Pray for us)\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms\nOf another (Faults and mishappens, nigga)\nNew York City (Bronx, New York), please go easy (Capo) on me\n(Gyeah, uh, yo)\nTonight\n\nSince fourteen, I was wavin' that thing\nHad nigga's doorbells, you called, I let it ring (I let it ring)\nDominicanos uptown they yellin', \"Thot doe\"\nNew York's Pablo, same lawyer as Chapo\nBrand new ass and titties, she can't wait\nSoon as it get hot, call it Thottiana day (Thottiana)\nWe got accountants to watch the accounts\nCoke flowin' out the fountains, pool drippin' off the mountains\nGot that new work, flood the city with bricks\nYou call it a chandelier, that Sue Cullen is on my wrist\nI been runnin' it ever since, these niggas is on E\nI got 'em trappin' out the Air BnB (Coca)\nSmall time niggas, we are not those guys\nJust copped the Ace of Spades, nigga, Costco size\nInfluenced the hustlers to go cop those pies\nMy co dead, I'm 'bout to rock on Live\n\nNew York City, please go easy on me tonight\nNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms of another\nNew York City please go easy on me tonight\nTonight\nNew York City (City-City-City)\n\nIt is a number that is almost incomprehensible\nEspecially when so many of the victims are teenagers\nHigh School graduate of dreams of being an\nArchitect is gunned down at an Atlanta apartment complex\nMajor heartbreak in South L.A.\nThis morning after a teen was shot and killed\nThe deadly shooting of a teenager at a northeast Miami bus stop\nTeenager shot in the head in East Harlem\nShakur was shot four times after leaving\nThe Mike Tyson boxing match in Las Vegas\nLos Angeles police are investigating the shooting death\nOf rapper Notorious B.I.G., also known as Biggie Smalls\nHe was gunned down early today\nXXXTentacion has been shot,\nApparently targeted while shopping for a motorcycle\nFans and neighbors leaving flowers,\nCandles, notes on rapper Mac Miller's doorstep\nSinger, actress Aaliyah is killed in a plane crash\nWe begin with breaking news at 5 Live from Sky 2,\nA triple shooting outside a clothing store in Hyde Park\nThis on the 43rd block of West Slauson Avenue\nNow according to the L.A. Times,\nOne of the people shot is rapper Nipsey Hussle\nWe're told he was shot multiple times","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: NYC\n  artist: Jim Jones feat. Fat Joe\n  album: El Capo\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones]\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  This Rotten Apple\n  'Cause I'm losin' my lover to (Crime wave) the arms of another (Uh)\n  New York City (East side), please go easy on (Heatmakerz) me\n  (Crack Music)\n  Tonight\n  Jones\n\n  Crime and the murder rate, that rose up (It's hot out)\n  Every time he got a bird and the crack rose up (Free)\n  I don't jog in Central Park, don't need mistaken identity (Capo)\n  Watch for the scammers because they\n  Takin' identities (Your pieces hittin'?)\n  There's eight million stories on a daily basis (Facts)\n  Niggas chasin' dreams or catchin' scary cases (Gotta lawyer up)\n  No more pitchin' to the fiends until they clear the bases (Woo)\n  I knew niggas that was wired like they wearin' braces (Check him)\n  Drug dealers and killers I was on corners with (True)\n  Even played in the Garden like I was on the Knicks (Swish)\n  But when I came through Harlem,\n  All type of foreign shit (Serve 'em fast)\n  Top off, titties out, nigga, this like a porno flick (Facts)\n  Couple niggas missed some shots,\n  It ain't my time in Heaven (Missed, nigga)\n  No due respect but due to these model hoes\n  I seen niggas lose they soul and, damn,\n  It gets swallowed whole (Silly niggas)\n  Bitch, you a bottle girl and keep my bottles cold\n  I came through drippin' all type of\n  Designer clothes (Pray for us)\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms\n  Of another (Faults and mishappens, nigga)\n  New York City (Bronx, New York), please go easy (Capo) on me\n  (Gyeah, uh, yo)\n  Tonight\n\n  Since fourteen, I was wavin' that thing\n  Had nigga's doorbells, you called, I let it ring (I let it ring)\n  Dominicanos uptown they yellin', \"Thot doe\"\n  New York's Pablo, same lawyer as Chapo\n  Brand new ass and titties, she can't wait\n  Soon as it get hot, call it Thottiana day (Thottiana)\n  We got accountants to watch the accounts\n  Coke flowin' out the fountains, pool drippin' off the mountains\n  Got that new work, flood the city with bricks\n  You call it a chandelier, that Sue Cullen is on my wrist\n  I been runnin' it ever since, these niggas is on E\n  I got 'em trappin' out the Air BnB (Coca)\n  Small time niggas, we are not those guys\n  Just copped the Ace of Spades, nigga, Costco size\n  Influenced the hustlers to go cop those pies\n  My co dead, I'm 'bout to rock on Live\n\n  New York City, please go easy on me tonight\n  New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine\n  'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms of another\n  New York City please go easy on me tonight\n  Tonight\n  New York City (City-City-City)\n\n  It is a number that is almost incomprehensible\n  Especially when so many of the victims are teenagers\n  High School graduate of dreams of being an\n  Architect is gunned down at an Atlanta apartment complex\n  Major heartbreak in South L.A.\n  This morning after a teen was shot and killed\n  The deadly shooting of a teenager at a northeast Miami bus stop\n  Teenager shot in the head in East Harlem\n  Shakur was shot four times after leaving\n  The Mike Tyson boxing match in Las Vegas\n  Los Angeles police are investigating the shooting death\n  Of rapper Notorious B.I.G., also known as Biggie Smalls\n  He was gunned down early today\n  XXXTentacion has been shot,\n  Apparently targeted while shopping for a motorcycle\n  Fans and neighbors leaving flowers,\n  Candles, notes on rapper Mac Miller's doorstep\n  Singer, actress Aaliyah is killed in a plane crash\n  We begin with breaking news at 5 Live from Sky 2,\n  A triple shooting outside a clothing store in Hyde Park\n  This on the 43rd block of West Slauson Avenue\n  Now according to the L.A. Times,\n  One of the people shot is rapper Nipsey Hussle\n  We're told he was shot multiple times\n"}]