[{"id":18311473,"name":"So Harlem - Max B., , Jim Jones","trackName":"So Harlem - Max B., , Jim Jones","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)","duration":303.093,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem - Max B., , Jim Jones\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)\n  duration_ms: 303093\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"},{"id":29904275,"name":"So Harlem (feat. Max B)","trackName":"So Harlem (feat. Max B)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Evil Empire-Dipset Skull Gang (Hosted By Jim Jones)","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem (feat. Max B)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Evil Empire-Dipset Skull Gang (Hosted By Jim Jones)\n  duration_ms: 197000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"},{"id":5705018,"name":"So Harlem","trackName":"So Harlem","artistName":"Jim Jones feat. Max B","albumName":"Jim Jones / Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[Music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem\n  artist: Jim Jones feat. Max B\n  album: Jim Jones / Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [Music fades]\n"},{"id":6048138,"name":"So Harlem","trackName":"So Harlem","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.o.m.e. (Expanded Edition)","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[Music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.o.m.e. (Expanded Edition)\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [Music fades]\n"},{"id":6048137,"name":"So Harlem","trackName":"So Harlem","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[Music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [Music fades]\n"},{"id":23887228,"name":"So Harlem","trackName":"So Harlem","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E.","duration":303.15102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[Music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n  duration_ms: 303151\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [Music fades]\n"},{"id":10704963,"name":"So Harlem","trackName":"So Harlem","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.o.m.e. (Deluxe Edition)","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.o.m.e. (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"},{"id":12418972,"name":"So Harlem","trackName":"So Harlem","artistName":"Jones, Jim","albumName":"Hustler’s P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) (Deluxe Edition)","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem\n  artist: Jones, Jim\n  album: Hustler’s P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"},{"id":12418975,"name":"So Harlem","trackName":"So Harlem","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler’s P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) (Deluxe Edition)","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler’s P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"},{"id":26265242,"name":"So Harlem","trackName":"So Harlem","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Heaven Only Know Bootleg","duration":297.012245,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[Music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Heaven Only Know Bootleg\n  duration_ms: 297012\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [Music fades]\n"},{"id":30021009,"name":"So Harlem","trackName":"So Harlem","artistName":"Jim Jones, Max B","albumName":"Hustlers P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment) (Deluxe)","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem\n  artist: Jim Jones, Max B\n  album: Hustlers P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment) (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"},{"id":28689507,"name":"So Harlem","trackName":"So Harlem","artistName":"Max B., , Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem\n  artist: Max B., , Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"},{"id":18194304,"name":"So Harlem (Feat. Jim Jones)","trackName":"So Harlem (Feat. Jim Jones)","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Library Of A Legend Volume 1","duration":303.177143,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem (Feat. Jim Jones)\n  artist: Max B\n  album: Library Of A Legend Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 303177\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"},{"id":15752738,"name":"So Harlem (feat. Jim Jones)","trackName":"So Harlem (feat. Jim Jones)","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Library of a Legend, Vol. 1","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem (feat. Jim Jones)\n  artist: Max B\n  album: Library of a Legend, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"},{"id":29361913,"name":"SO Harlem","trackName":"SO Harlem","artistName":"Jim Jones Feat. Max B","albumName":"Jimmy Swag-The Red Carpet Comeback Pt. 2","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[Music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: SO Harlem\n  artist: Jim Jones Feat. Max B\n  album: Jimmy Swag-The Red Carpet Comeback Pt. 2\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [Music fades]\n"},{"id":9695093,"name":"So Harlem","trackName":"So Harlem","artistName":"Jim Jones feat. Max B","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem\n  artist: Jim Jones feat. Max B\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"},{"id":17979985,"name":"So Harlem (Ft. Max B)","trackName":"So Harlem (Ft. Max B)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)","duration":303.15102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem (Ft. Max B)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)\n  duration_ms: 303151\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"},{"id":23079946,"name":"So Harlem (Ft. Max B)","trackName":"So Harlem (Ft. Max B)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E.","duration":303.15102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem (Ft. Max B)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.\n  duration_ms: 303151\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"},{"id":11931522,"name":"So Harlem (Feat. Max B)","trackName":"So Harlem (Feat. Max B)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem (Feat. Max B)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"},{"id":32433374,"name":"So Harlem [Explicit]","trackName":"So Harlem [Explicit]","artistName":"Max B feat. Jim Jones","albumName":"Library of a Legend, Vol. 1 [Explicit]","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jim Jones Talking:\nBounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\nWatch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\nAnd If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\nDont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n[Intro]\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nI Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nVerse 1:\nWe Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\nLivin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\nThe Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\nWe Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\nWe Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\nSo Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\nCause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\nBig chain sporty ride\nG4 the lord of skies (flyin)\nAnd courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\nThen pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\nSo many niggaz on my corner died\nA marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\nAnd nevermind that\nMy cash better find that (bring my cash)\nWe do the mask work\nKick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\nNow where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\nYou make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\nCause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\nEmblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nA desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\nTrained to fight like Cus D'Amato\nI paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\nRacin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\nWho gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\nThe new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\nAnd no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\nIt's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\nIt's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\nYou gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\nWe take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\nMake way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\nA 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\nYou let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\nI use to drive 4 hours, (right)\nSwitch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\nYou chumps want the power\nBut when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\nIt's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n[Jim Jones]\nI got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\nWhere we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\nAnd belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\nAnd my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\nCause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\nI'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\nIf you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\nWe need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\nMo money mo murder (hero)\nAnd we will pop at you\nAnd whoever you got with you (blatttt)\nMy muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\nCop jewels new cars (stafalah)\nTake guns to jumar\nTryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\nNow I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\nIt's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\nYou out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\nThe credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\nAnd I'm oh so Harlem\n15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n[Chorus: Max B]\nEverybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\nJump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\nWe switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\nGot the bitches sayin oh my darling\nWe f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\nBucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\nI Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\nLike I Dont Know What To Do\nI Be Paranoid Sometimes\nGo No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\nDipset\nHahahahahahaha\n[music fades]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Harlem [Explicit]\n  artist: Max B feat. Jim Jones\n  album: Library of a Legend, Vol. 1 [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jim Jones Talking:\n  Bounce! You Know, Like I Say Life Dont Stop For No One. So You Betta Keep Grindin' Another Day Another Dollar,\n  Watch Them Boys, If The Try To Make A Collar\n  And If You Want It, Gotta Get It.\n  Dont Be Fakin' Muh F**ka Gotta Live It.\n\n  [Intro]\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We Build Posters Tail Lights On The Roadster(Ferrari)\n  Livin' Life Vogure The F.B.I. Post Us(F**k The Feds!)\n  The Fast Cars Pack Gunz No Holster(Fully Loaded)\n  We Act Dumb Dont Approach Us(Watch It Son)\n  We Hit The Spot, And Sat On Club Sofas(Ballin)\n  So Get The Club Owners(Where Dey At?)\n  Cause We The Boss Type Knick Games Court Side\n  Big chain sporty ride\n  G4 the lord of skies (flyin)\n  And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)\n  Then pay homage to the board that lies (jones)\n  So many niggaz on my corner died\n  A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)\n  And nevermind that\n  My cash better find that (bring my cash)\n  We do the mask work\n  Kick doors cash search (I know you hear me)\n  Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)\n  You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f**k your kid)\n  Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world\n  Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)\n  Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato\n  I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)\n  Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)\n  Who gives a f**k is the motto (f**k em)\n  The new sneakers, (What) blackberry's new beepers (text mail)\n  And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)\n  It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)\n  It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)\n  You gon get it cause my crew G'd up (yeah)\n  We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)\n  3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)\n\n  Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)\n  A 1000 deaths to the cowards (f**k em)\n  You let him die no flowers (f**k 'em twice)\n  I use to drive 4 hours, (right)\n  Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)\n  You chumps want the power\n  But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)\n  It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f**k with ours (let's do it)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  [Jim Jones]\n  I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)\n  Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f**k squally)\n  And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)\n  And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)\n  Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)\n  I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)\n  If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)\n  We need to sit & talk (212 with him) before it go further\n  Mo money mo murder (hero)\n  And we will pop at you\n  And whoever you got with you (blatttt)\n  My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)\n  Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)\n  Take guns to jumar\n  Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?\n  Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)\n  It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)\n  You out your weight class, we'll eat you like break - fast (eat you up)\n  The credits all good motherf**ker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)\n  And I'm oh so Harlem\n  15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)\n\n  [Chorus: Max B]\n  Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee\n  Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee\n  We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads\n  Got the bitches sayin oh my darling\n  We f**ks with the stars, it's us against y'all\n  Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem\n\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n  I Be Buggin' Out Sometimes\n  Like I Dont Know What To Do\n  I Be Paranoid Sometimes\n  Go No Where Wit Out My Crew\n\n  Dipset\n  Hahahahahahaha\n  [music fades]\n"}]