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True friends are quick to sit\n In the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\n Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\n Still I got my own space like Hubble\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n 'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\n Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\n And wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\n I just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\n But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\n A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\n And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\n When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\n When we used to ride the bus we had trust\n Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\n Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\n What they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\n I roll thick, but only some are friends really\n Down to the end, my right hand men and women\n Mutual support, from the beginning\n Been in, exactly what I've been in\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n Back to back we attack corporate America\n Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area\n You my man I ain't gotta drag you along\n You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\n I don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\n Thumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\n But if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\n We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\n Word, fake people ain't worth a turd\n They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\n I send this record to the well respected\n Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\n Yeah, so check it, so check it\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n"},{"id":11930509,"name":"A Friend (LP version)","trackName":"A Friend (LP version)","artistName":"KRS‐One","albumName":"Heartbeat / A Friend","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nYeah yeah yeah, uhh\nI send this one out, to my right hand man\nOr mens, or womens, the whole crew\nThe real fan\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nIf we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\nWe respond to those who show respect with respect\nWe respond we connect on the same deck\nSame intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\nIf you can't understand, we boys we boys\nWe could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\nIt ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\nMy man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\nGettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\nMy man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\nI'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\nOr women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\nWhere you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\nIn the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\nFred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\nStill I got my own space like Hubble\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\n'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\nUntil we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\nAnd wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\nI just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\nBut I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\nA friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\nAnd that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\nWhen the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\nWhen we used to ride the bus we had trust\nNow we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\nYo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\nWhat they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\nI roll thick, but only some are friends really\nDown to the end, my right hand men and women\nMutual support, from the beginning\nBeen in, exactly what I've been in\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nBack to back we attack corporate America\nGettin fees that amount to G's in every area\nYou my man I ain't gotta drag you along\nYou pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\nI don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\nThumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\nBut if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\nWe'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\nWord, fake people ain't worth a turd\nThey only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\nI send this record to the well respected\nFriends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\nYeah, so check it, so check it\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.19] The beat was spoused to drop right there\n[00:02.77] The beat was spoused to drop right there\n[00:05.48] The beat was spoused to drop right there\n[00:08.38] Yeah yeah yeah, uhh\n[00:11.90] I send this one out, to my right hand man\n[00:15.43] Or mens, or womens, the whole crew\n[00:19.37] The real fan\n[00:22.16] We can count the dough or kick a flow\n[00:23.66] Or chill out watchin' videos\n[00:25.01] Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n[00:27.24] All that can end\n[00:33.43] Whether at the bar with superstars\n[00:34.98] Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n[00:36.21] I really don't care who you are\n[00:37.85] All I really need is a friend\n[00:44.48] If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\n[00:47.23] We respond to those who show respect with respect\n[00:50.19] We respond we connect on the same deck\n[00:52.55] Same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\n[00:55.86] If you can't understand, we boys we boys\n[00:58.21] We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\n[01:01.48] It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\n[01:04.37] My man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n[01:07.09] Gettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\n[01:10.11] My man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\n[01:12.70] I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\n[01:15.32] Or women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\n[01:18.29] Where you fit in? 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The beat was spoused to drop right there\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n Yeah yeah yeah, uhh\n I send this one out, to my right hand man\n Or mens, or womens, the whole crew\n The real fan\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\n We respond to those who show respect with respect\n We respond we connect on the same deck\n Same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\n If you can't understand, we boys we boys\n We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\n It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\n My man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\n Gettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\n My man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\n I'm not a 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True friends are quick to sit\n In the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\n Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\n Still I got my own space like Hubble\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n 'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\n Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\n And wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\n I just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\n But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\n A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\n And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\n When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\n When we used to ride the bus we had trust\n Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\n Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\n What they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\n I roll thick, but only some are friends really\n Down to the end, my right hand men and women\n Mutual support, from the beginning\n Been in, exactly what I've been in\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n Back to back we attack corporate America\n Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area\n You my man I ain't gotta drag you along\n You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\n I don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\n Thumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\n But if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\n We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\n Word, fake people ain't worth a turd\n They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\n I send this record to the well respected\n Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\n Yeah, so check it, so check it\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n"},{"id":34367469,"name":"A Friend (LP Version)","trackName":"A Friend (LP Version)","artistName":"KRS-One","albumName":"Heartbeat / A Friend [UK] EP","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The beat was supposed to drop right there\nThe beat was supposed to drop right there\nThe beat was supposed to drop right there\nYeah yeah yeah, uhh\nI send this one out, to my right hand man\nOr mens, or women's, the whole crew\nThe real fam\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin videos\nOr actin really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\nIf we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\nWe respond to those who show respect with respect\nWe respond we connect on the same deck\nSame intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\nIf you can't understand, we boys we boys\nWe could stand on the corner with a hat sellin toys\nIt ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\nMy man, I be dissin in my freestyle rhyme\nGettin G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\nMy man, we chillin at the jam, what's the plan?\nI'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\nOr women, I'm drivin, I see my peeps yo get in\nWhere you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\nIn the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\nFred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\nStill I got my own space like Hubble\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin videos\nOr actin really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\nCause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\nUntil we blow the spot then they all want to crowd us\nAnd want to shout us, but you my man from way back\nI just gots to say that, actin' large I don't play that\nBut I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\nA friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\nAnd that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\nWhen the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\nWhen we used to ride the bus we had trust\nNow we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\nYo the heads I hang with ain't tryin to just get\nWhat they can get, sit quickly backstabbin the click\nI roll thick, but only some are friends really\nDown to the end, my right hand men and women\nMutual support, from the beginning\nBeen in, exactly what I've been in\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin videos\nOr actin really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\nBack to back we attack corporate America\nGettin' fees that amount to G's in every area\nYou my man I ain't gotta drag you along\nYou pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin on\nI don't see nothin wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\nThumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\nBut if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\nWe'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\nWord, fake people ain't worth a turd\nThey only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\nI send this record to the well respected\nFriends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\nYeah, so check it, so check it\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin videos\nOr actin really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Friend (LP Version)\n artist: KRS-One\n album: Heartbeat / A Friend [UK] EP\n duration_ms: 255000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n The beat was supposed to drop right there\n The beat was supposed to drop right there\n The beat was supposed to drop right there\n Yeah yeah yeah, uhh\n I send this one out, to my right hand man\n Or mens, or women's, the whole crew\n The real fam\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin videos\n Or actin really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\n We respond to those who show respect with respect\n We respond we connect on the same deck\n Same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\n If you can't understand, we boys we boys\n We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin toys\n It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\n My man, I be dissin in my freestyle rhyme\n Gettin G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\n My man, we chillin at the jam, what's the plan?\n I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\n Or women, I'm drivin, I see my peeps yo get in\n Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\n In the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\n Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\n Still I got my own space like Hubble\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin videos\n Or actin really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\n Until we blow the spot then they all want to crowd us\n And want to shout us, but you my man from way back\n I just gots to say that, actin' large I don't play that\n But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\n A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\n And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\n When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n When we used to ride the bus we had trust\n Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\n Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin to just get\n What they can get, sit quickly backstabbin the click\n I roll thick, but only some are friends really\n Down to the end, my right hand men and women\n Mutual support, from the beginning\n Been in, exactly what I've been in\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin videos\n Or actin really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n Back to back we attack corporate America\n Gettin' fees that amount to G's in every area\n You my man I ain't gotta drag you along\n You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin on\n I don't see nothin wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\n Thumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\n But if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\n We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n Word, fake people ain't worth a turd\n They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\n I send this record to the well respected\n Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\n Yeah, so check it, so check it\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin videos\n Or actin really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n"},{"id":38663622,"name":"Step Into a World","trackName":"Step Into a World","artistName":"KRS‐One","albumName":"A Friend / Heartbeat","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Step into a world (Klaka klaka, klaka klaka)\nWhere there's no one left (Buku, buku! 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Alla de massive)\n But the very best (Klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo bo bo bo)\n No MC can test\n\n Step into a world, where hip-hop is me\n\n Where MC's and DJ's\n Build up their skills as they play every day for the, rapture\n\n Yeah, what what\n Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on\n Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on\n\n I'm 'bout to hit you with that tradional style of cold rockin'\n Givin options for head knockin non-stoppin'\n Tip-toppin' lyrics we droppin' but styles can be forgotten\n So we bring back the raw hip-hoppin'\n Just like the records and tapes you be coppin'\n Cop some breakdancin', boogie poppin', and lockin'\n Tic tockin', guaranteed to have you clockin'\n We only get better and only better we have gotten\n This type of flow don't even think about stoppin'\n Beware, the length of the rhyme flow can be shockin'\n All music lovers in the place right now\n That never understood the way that KRS got down\n Yo, I'm strictly about skills and dope lyrical coastin'\n Relying on talent, not marketing and promotion\n If a dope lyrical flow is a must\n You gots to go with a name you can quickly trust\n I'm not sayin' I'm number one, uhh I'm sorry, I lied\n I'm number one, two, three, four and five\n Stop wastin' your money on marketing schemes\n And pretty packages pushin' dreams to the beams\n A dope MC is a dope MC\n With or witout a record deal, all can see\n And that's who KRS be son\n I'm not the run of mill, cause for the mill I don't run\n\n Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on\n Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on\n\n Step into a world\n Where there's no one left\n\n But the very best\n No MC can test\n\n Step into a world, where hip-hop is me\n\n Where MC's and DJ's\n Build up their skills as they play every day for the, rapture\n\n Everybody on the mic in the party sound alike\n Until I recite, in black and white what's right\n Let me take flight, my style is tight and good\n Tight and good, come is it tight and good\n Old styles I pass dat, slow down on fast rap\n All in yo' ass crack, old King go Blast dat\n Conjure to ask dat, hyper type of flashback\n I publish like ASCAP lyrics for hand clap\n No past rappin', youth trackin', talent lackin'\n MC's more worried about their financial backin'\n Steady packin' a gat as if something's gonna happen\n But it doesn't, they wind up shootin they cousin, they buggin'\n I appear everywhere and nowhere at once\n I know my style is bumpin', even though some people front\n It's the God of rap, you heard of it\n The one that rhymes toward the sky givin' airplanes mad turbulence\n In rap tournaments, I reign permanent\n Don't you think by now the number one spot I'm not concerned with it\n The course of rap I'm turnin' it\n Back to that good old fashioned way of getting cash money by earning it\n No bogus hocus pocus, I bring back to focus\n Skills if you notice my position is lotus\n Now quote this, MC's are just hopeless\n Thinkin' record sales make them the dopest\n\n Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on\n Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on\n\n Step into a world\n Where there's no one left\n\n But the very best\n No MC can test\n Step into a world, where hip-hop is me\n\n Where MC's and DJ's\n Build up their skills as they play every day for the, rapture\n"},{"id":20733832,"name":"Heartbeat","trackName":"Heartbeat","artistName":"Krs-One","albumName":"Heartbeat/A Friend","duration":192.835918,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright everybody move back from the ropes\nIf you don't move back we're gonna turn this music off\nAnd that's my word, move back!\nWord is bond let's get this shit goin\nWord up, it's the Funk Doc in the house\nSay hell yeah! 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FUCK YEAH!\n Word up, it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't stop\n It's my man KRS you don't stop\n It's the girl Angie you don't stop\n With the hah haha ha haha hah!!\n\n It's the Butter Pecan Rican speakin deletin\n Other radio jocks that think they competin\n They pre-sweetened, like candy, I'm hot like pepper\n Big up to Sandy but my name is Angie\n Martinez, what a true microphone fiend is\n Steppin up lovely with MY, AD-IDAS\n Through your speakers, representin\n Boriquas, and all hip-hop rhyme seekers\n You may think I'm crazy right, but I'm crazy hype\n Slay this nice y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic\n I jams it right tonight, not the hardest\n But peep the style of this Puerto Rican Goddess\n\n Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the music!\n Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, word up!\n Yo get from the off the ropes\n Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the selector!\n\n It's been a long time but we made it, you waited\n You gettin frustrated cause these MC's in trainin\n Skills on the mic for a royalty save it\n Pullin down rap so that others can't make it\n They can't fake it in front of KRS they naked\n That same old MC trend I'm here to break it\n The highly conceptional multidirectional\n Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm flexible\n Rap relieve stress so yes I guess it's medical\n All your wrecking and raping is still theoretical\n Redman, you know you must understand (Whatup?)\n Redman, you know you gots to understand (Hah! Whatup love?)\n Angie, rockin with the one BDP (Ha, haha)\n Representin right now at Hit Factory\n\n One two hah, and you don't quit\n It's Kris and Angie with the ultimate\n One two hah, and you don't quack\n It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't smoke crack\n Hahaha, hah, and you don't quit\n Hoohahhahah, and you don't quit\n I rock jams like, Samsonites with mics\n Stage two boomin system and flood the lights\n The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin off like suppose\n Reggie Reg is rockin on the ra-dioooo!\n Hahh, huh, the oooh-child too chill\n Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill\n Raise em up, cause I feel my spot can't be touched\n No time for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch\n Shotgun what?? It's the high exalted\n Ruler of the buddha, the cash make my pockets\n Stick out like a tumor, for the consumers\n I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the bomb\n To make you hibernate sooner, certified luna-tic\n My click run deeper than Charlie Tuna\n Kahunas, raw for the able key movers\n All over the hood like them Crooked I coolers\n Bang maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver\n Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped up\n I Blastmast like Kris, funk abyss\n Like a phone chauvenist with a Roley on the wrist\n Sike! I can afford it, less I slaughtered\n Three platinum niggas and none of em prerecorded\n KRS-One need to be runnin for office\n So Butter Pecan Rican -- tell them to get off his\n"},{"id":7311503,"name":"A Friend","trackName":"A Friend","artistName":"KRS-ONE","albumName":"Best of Raptures Delight","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nYeah yeah yeah, uhh\nI send this one out, to my right hand man\nOr mens, or womens, the whole crew\nThe real fan\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nIf we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\nWe respond to those who show respect with respect\nWe respond we connect on the same deck\nSame intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\nIf you can't understand, we boys we boys\nWe could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\nIt ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\nMy man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\nGettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\nMy man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\nI'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\nOr women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\nWhere you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\nIn the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\nFred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\nStill I got my own space like Hubble\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\n'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\nUntil we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\nAnd wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\nI just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\nBut I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\nA friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\nAnd that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\nWhen the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\nWhen we used to ride the bus we had trust\nNow we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\nYo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\nWhat they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\nI roll thick, but only some are friends really\nDown to the end, my right hand men and women\nMutual support, from the beginning\nBeen in, exactly what I've been in\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nBack to back we attack corporate America\nGettin fees that amount to G's in every area\nYou my man I ain't gotta drag you along\nYou pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\nI don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\nThumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\nBut if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\nWe'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\nWord, fake people ain't worth a turd\nThey only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\nI send this record to the well respected\nFriends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\nYeah, so check it, so check it\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.36] The beat was spoused to drop right there\n[00:02.40] The beat was spoused to drop right there\n[00:04.57] The beat was spoused to drop right there\n[00:06.33] Yeah yeah yeah, uhh\n[00:09.57] I send this one out, to my right hand man\n[00:14.26] Or mens, or womens, the whole crew\n[00:17.41] The real fan\n[00:20.19] We can count the dough or kick a flow\n[00:23.23] Or chill out watchin' videos\n[00:25.12] Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n[00:26.77] All that can end\n[00:29.02] Whether at the bar with superstars\n[00:34.63] Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n[00:36.44] I really don't care who you are\n[00:37.83] All I really need is a friend\n[00:39.70] If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\n[00:46.79] We respond to those who show respect with respect\n[00:49.79] We respond we connect on the same deck\n[00:52.56] Same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\n[00:55.26] If you can't understand, we boys we boys\n[00:58.13] We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\n[01:01.34] It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\n[01:04.14] My man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n[01:06.82] Gettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\n[01:09.47] My man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\n[01:12.48] I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\n[01:15.00] Or women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\n[01:18.44] Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\n[01:20.80] In the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\n[01:23.47] Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\n[01:25.86] Still I got my own space like Hubble\n[01:28.47] We can count the dough or kick a flow\n[01:30.87] Or chill out watchin' videos\n[01:32.13] Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n[01:33.40] All that can end\n[01:39.33] Whether at the bar with superstars\n[01:41.70] Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n[01:43.22] I really don't care who you are\n[01:44.53] All I really need is a friend\n[01:47.24] 'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\n[01:53.84] Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\n[01:57.21] And wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\n[01:59.66] I just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\n[02:02.88] But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\n[02:05.76] A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\n[02:08.09] And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\n[02:11.27] When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n[02:13.35] When we used to ride the bus we had trust\n[02:16.08] Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\n[02:19.44] Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\n[02:22.32] What they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\n[02:25.22] I roll thick, but only some are friends really\n[02:28.19] Down to the end, my right hand men and women\n[02:30.27] Mutual support, from the beginning\n[02:32.64] Been in, exactly what I've been in\n[02:36.06] We can count the dough or kick a flow\n[02:37.66] Or chill out watchin' videos\n[02:39.04] Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n[02:41.31] All that can end\n[02:46.16] Whether at the bar with superstars\n[02:48.71] Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n[02:50.17] I really don't care who you are\n[02:51.93] All I really need is a friend\n[02:55.18] Back to back we attack corporate America\n[03:00.91] Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area\n[03:04.14] You my man I ain't gotta drag you along\n[03:06.42] You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\n[03:09.31] I don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\n[03:12.56] Thumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\n[03:15.46] But if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\n[03:18.15] We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n[03:21.01] Word, fake people ain't worth a turd\n[03:23.67] They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\n[03:26.22] I send this record to the well respected\n[03:28.69] Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\n[03:32.13] Yeah, so check it, so check it\n[03:37.12] We can count the dough or kick a flow\n[03:39.27] Or chill out watchin' videos\n[03:40.89] Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n[03:42.90] All that can end\n[03:48.41] Whether at the bar with superstars\n[03:50.32] Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n[03:52.12] I really don't care who you are\n[03:53.20] All 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True friends are quick to sit\n[01:21.01] In the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\n[01:23.98] Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\n[01:25.90] Still I got my own space like Hubble\n[01:29.15] We can count the dough or kick a flow\n[01:30.55] Or chill out watchin' videos\n[01:32.05] Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n[01:34.25] All that can end\n[01:40.48] Whether at the bar with superstars\n[01:41.82] Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n[01:43.22] I really don't care who you are\n[01:44.63] All I really need is a friend\n[01:51.48] 'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\n[01:54.33] Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\n[01:57.10] And wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\n[01:59.92] I just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\n[02:03.03] But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\n[02:05.88] A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\n[02:08.77] And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you 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yes man and none of my friends are yes men\n Or women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\n Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\n In the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\n Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\n Still I got my own space like Hubble\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n 'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\n Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\n And wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\n I just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\n But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\n A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\n And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\n When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\n When we used to ride the bus we had trust\n Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\n Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\n What they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\n I roll thick, but only some are friends really\n Down to the end, my right hand men and women\n Mutual support, from the beginning\n Been in, exactly what I've been in\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n Back to back we attack corporate America\n Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area\n You my man I ain't gotta drag you along\n You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\n I don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\n Thumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\n But if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\n We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\n Word, fake people ain't worth a turd\n They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\n I send this record to the well respected\n Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\n Yeah, so check it, so check it\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n"},{"id":1633764,"name":"A Friend","trackName":"A Friend","artistName":"KRS-One","albumName":"I Got Next","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nYeah yeah yeah, uhh\nI send this one out, to my right hand man\nOr mens, or womens, the whole crew\nThe real fan\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nIf we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\nWe respond to those who show respect with respect\nWe respond we connect on the same deck\nSame intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\nIf you can't understand, we boys we boys\nWe could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\nIt ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\nMy man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\nGettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\nMy man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\nI'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\nOr women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\nWhere you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\nIn the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\nFred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\nStill I got my own space like Hubble\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\n'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\nUntil we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\nAnd wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\nI just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\nBut I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\nA friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\nAnd that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\nWhen the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\nWhen we used to ride the bus we had trust\nNow we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\nYo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\nWhat they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\nI roll thick, but only some are friends really\nDown to the end, my right hand men and women\nMutual support, from the beginning\nBeen in, exactly what I've been in\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nBack to back we attack corporate America\nGettin fees that amount to G's in every area\nYou my man I ain't gotta drag you along\nYou pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\nI don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\nThumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\nBut if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\nWe'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\nWord, fake people ain't worth a turd\nThey only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\nI send this record to the well respected\nFriends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\nYeah, so check it, so check it\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Friend\n artist: KRS-One\n album: I Got Next\n duration_ms: 253000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n Yeah yeah yeah, uhh\n I send this one out, to my right hand man\n Or mens, or womens, the whole crew\n The real fan\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\n We respond to those who show respect with respect\n We respond we connect on the same deck\n Same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\n If you can't understand, we boys we boys\n We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\n It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\n My man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\n Gettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\n My man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\n I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\n Or women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\n Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\n In the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\n Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\n Still I got my own space like Hubble\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n 'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\n Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\n And wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\n I just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\n But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\n A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\n And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\n When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\n When we used to ride the bus we had trust\n Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\n Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\n What they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\n I roll thick, but only some are friends really\n Down to the end, my right hand men and women\n Mutual support, from the beginning\n Been in, exactly what I've been in\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n Back to back we attack corporate America\n Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area\n You my man I ain't gotta drag you along\n You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\n I don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\n Thumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\n But if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\n We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\n Word, fake people ain't worth a turd\n They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\n I send this record to the well respected\n Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\n Yeah, so check it, so check it\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n"},{"id":19565431,"name":"A Friend","trackName":"A Friend","artistName":"KRS-One","albumName":"Black Pearls [Disc 2]","duration":255.7678,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nYeah yeah yeah, uhh\nI send this one out, to my right hand man\nOr mens, or womens, the whole crew\nThe real fan\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nIf we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\nWe respond to those who show respect with respect\nWe respond we connect on the same deck\nSame intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\nIf you can't understand, we boys we boys\nWe could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\nIt ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\nMy man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\nGettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\nMy man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\nI'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\nOr women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\nWhere you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\nIn the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\nFred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\nStill I got my own space like Hubble\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\n'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\nUntil we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\nAnd wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\nI just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\nBut I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\nA friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\nAnd that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\nWhen the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\nWhen we used to ride the bus we had trust\nNow we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\nYo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\nWhat they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\nI roll thick, but only some are friends really\nDown to the end, my right hand men and women\nMutual support, from the beginning\nBeen in, exactly what I've been in\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nBack to back we attack corporate America\nGettin fees that amount to G's in every area\nYou my man I ain't gotta drag you along\nYou pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\nI don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\nThumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\nBut if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\nWe'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\nWord, fake people ain't worth a turd\nThey only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\nI send this record to the well respected\nFriends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\nYeah, so check it, so check it\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Friend\n artist: KRS-One\n album: Black Pearls [Disc 2]\n duration_ms: 255768\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n Yeah yeah yeah, uhh\n I send this one out, to my right hand man\n Or mens, or womens, the whole crew\n The real fan\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\n We respond to those who show respect with respect\n We respond we connect on the same deck\n Same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\n If you can't understand, we boys we boys\n We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\n It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\n My man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\n Gettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\n My man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\n I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\n Or women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\n Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\n In the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\n Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\n Still I got my own space like Hubble\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n 'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\n Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\n And wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\n I just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\n But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\n A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\n And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\n When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\n When we used to ride the bus we had trust\n Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\n Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\n What they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\n I roll thick, but only some are friends really\n Down to the end, my right hand men and women\n Mutual support, from the beginning\n Been in, exactly what I've been in\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n Back to back we attack corporate America\n Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area\n You my man I ain't gotta drag you along\n You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\n I don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\n Thumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\n But if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\n We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\n Word, fake people ain't worth a turd\n They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\n I send this record to the well respected\n Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\n Yeah, so check it, so check it\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n"},{"id":20964526,"name":"A Friend","trackName":"A Friend","artistName":"Krs-One","albumName":"Instrumentals Vol.1 Vinyl","duration":251.506939,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nYeah yeah yeah, uhh\nI send this one out, to my right hand man\nOr mens, or womens, the whole crew\nThe real fan\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nIf we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\nWe respond to those who show respect with respect\nWe respond we connect on the same deck\nSame intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\nIf you can't understand, we boys we boys\nWe could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\nIt ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\nMy man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\nGettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\nMy man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\nI'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\nOr women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\nWhere you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\nIn the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\nFred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\nStill I got my own space like Hubble\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\n'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\nUntil we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\nAnd wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\nI just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\nBut I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\nA friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\nAnd that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\nWhen the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\nWhen we used to ride the bus we had trust\nNow we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\nYo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\nWhat they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\nI roll thick, but only some are friends really\nDown to the end, my right hand men and women\nMutual support, from the beginning\nBeen in, exactly what I've been in\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nBack to back we attack corporate America\nGettin fees that amount to G's in every area\nYou my man I ain't gotta drag you along\nYou pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\nI don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\nThumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\nBut if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\nWe'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\nWord, fake people ain't worth a turd\nThey only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\nI send this record to the well respected\nFriends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\nYeah, so check it, so check it\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Friend\n artist: Krs-One\n album: Instrumentals Vol.1 Vinyl\n duration_ms: 251507\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n Yeah yeah yeah, uhh\n I send this one out, to my right hand man\n Or mens, or womens, the whole crew\n The real fan\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\n We respond to those who show respect with respect\n We respond we connect on the same deck\n Same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\n If you can't understand, we boys we boys\n We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\n It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\n My man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\n Gettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\n My man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\n I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\n Or women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\n Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\n In the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\n Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\n Still I got my own space like Hubble\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n 'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\n Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\n And wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\n I just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\n But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\n A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\n And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\n When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\n When we used to ride the bus we had trust\n Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\n Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\n What they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\n I roll thick, but only some are friends really\n Down to the end, my right hand men and women\n Mutual support, from the beginning\n Been in, exactly what I've been in\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n Back to back we attack corporate America\n Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area\n You my man I ain't gotta drag you along\n You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\n I don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\n Thumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\n But if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\n We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\n Word, fake people ain't worth a turd\n They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\n I send this record to the well respected\n Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\n Yeah, so check it, so check it\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n"},{"id":19008841,"name":"A Friend","trackName":"A Friend","artistName":"KRS-One","albumName":"Best of Raptures Delight","duration":255.306667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nYeah yeah yeah, uhh\nI send this one out, to my right hand man\nOr mens, or womens, the whole crew\nThe real fan\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nIf we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\nWe respond to those who show respect with respect\nWe respond we connect on the same deck\nSame intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\nIf you can't understand, we boys we boys\nWe could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\nIt ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\nMy man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\nGettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\nMy man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\nI'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\nOr women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\nWhere you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\nIn the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\nFred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\nStill I got my own space like Hubble\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\n'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\nUntil we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\nAnd wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\nI just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\nBut I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\nA friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\nAnd that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\nWhen the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\nWhen we used to ride the bus we had trust\nNow we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\nYo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\nWhat they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\nI roll thick, but only some are friends really\nDown to the end, my right hand men and women\nMutual support, from the beginning\nBeen in, exactly what I've been in\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nBack to back we attack corporate America\nGettin fees that amount to G's in every area\nYou my man I ain't gotta drag you along\nYou pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\nI don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\nThumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\nBut if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\nWe'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\nWord, fake people ain't worth a turd\nThey only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\nI send this record to the well respected\nFriends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\nYeah, so check it, so check it\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Friend\n artist: KRS-One\n album: Best of Raptures Delight\n duration_ms: 255307\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n Yeah yeah yeah, uhh\n I send this one out, to my right hand man\n Or mens, or womens, the whole crew\n The real fan\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\n We respond to those who show respect with respect\n We respond we connect on the same deck\n Same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\n If you can't understand, we boys we boys\n We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\n It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\n My man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\n Gettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\n My man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\n I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\n Or women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\n Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\n In the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\n Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\n Still I got my own space like Hubble\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n 'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\n Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\n And wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\n I just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\n But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\n A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\n And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\n When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\n When we used to ride the bus we had trust\n Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\n Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\n What they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\n I roll thick, but only some are friends really\n Down to the end, my right hand men and women\n Mutual support, from the beginning\n Been in, exactly what I've been in\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n Back to back we attack corporate America\n Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area\n You my man I ain't gotta drag you along\n You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\n I don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\n Thumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\n But if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\n We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\n Word, fake people ain't worth a turd\n They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\n I send this record to the well respected\n Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\n Yeah, so check it, so check it\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n"},{"id":9960754,"name":"A Friend","trackName":"A Friend","artistName":"KRS‐One","albumName":"Best of Rapture’s Delight","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nYeah yeah yeah, uhh\nI send this one out, to my right hand man\nOr mens, or womens, the whole crew\nThe real fan\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nIf we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\nWe respond to those who show respect with respect\nWe respond we connect on the same deck\nSame intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\nIf you can't understand, we boys we boys\nWe could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\nIt ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\nMy man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\nGettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\nMy man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\nI'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\nOr women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\nWhere you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\nIn the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\nFred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\nStill I got my own space like Hubble\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\n'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\nUntil we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\nAnd wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\nI just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\nBut I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\nA friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\nAnd that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\nWhen the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\nWhen we used to ride the bus we had trust\nNow we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\nYo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\nWhat they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\nI roll thick, but only some are friends really\nDown to the end, my right hand men and women\nMutual support, from the beginning\nBeen in, exactly what I've been in\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nBack to back we attack corporate America\nGettin fees that amount to G's in every area\nYou my man I ain't gotta drag you along\nYou pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\nI don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\nThumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\nBut if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\nWe'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\nWord, fake people ain't worth a turd\nThey only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\nI send this record to the well respected\nFriends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\nYeah, so check it, so check it\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Friend\n artist: KRS‐One\n album: Best of Rapture’s Delight\n duration_ms: 255000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n Yeah yeah yeah, uhh\n I send this one out, to my right hand man\n Or mens, or womens, the whole crew\n The real fan\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\n We respond to those who show respect with respect\n We respond we connect on the same deck\n Same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\n If you can't understand, we boys we boys\n We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\n It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\n My man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\n Gettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\n My man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\n I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\n Or women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\n Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\n In the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\n Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\n Still I got my own space like Hubble\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n 'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\n Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\n And wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\n I just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\n But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\n A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\n And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\n When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\n When we used to ride the bus we had trust\n Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\n Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\n What they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\n I roll thick, but only some are friends really\n Down to the end, my right hand men and women\n Mutual support, from the beginning\n Been in, exactly what I've been in\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n Back to back we attack corporate America\n Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area\n You my man I ain't gotta drag you along\n You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\n I don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\n Thumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\n But if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\n We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\n Word, fake people ain't worth a turd\n They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\n I send this record to the well respected\n Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\n Yeah, so check it, so check it\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n"},{"id":9735779,"name":"A Friend","trackName":"A Friend","artistName":"KRS‐One","albumName":"Rapper’s Paradise IV","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nThe beat was spoused to drop right there\nYeah yeah yeah, uhh\nI send this one out, to my right hand man\nOr mens, or womens, the whole crew\nThe real fan\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nIf we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\nWe respond to those who show respect with respect\nWe respond we connect on the same deck\nSame intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\nIf you can't understand, we boys we boys\nWe could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\nIt ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\nMy man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\nGettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\nMy man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\nI'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\nOr women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\nWhere you fit in? True friends are quick to sit\nIn the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles\nFred Flintstone and Barney Rubble\nStill I got my own space like Hubble\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\n'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us\nUntil we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us\nAnd wanna shout us, but you my man from way back\nI just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that\nBut I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced\nA friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced\nAnd that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us\nWhen the kid you grew up with betrays your trust\n\nWhen we used to ride the bus we had trust\nNow we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us\nYo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get\nWhat they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click\nI roll thick, but only some are friends really\nDown to the end, my right hand men and women\nMutual support, from the beginning\nBeen in, exactly what I've been in\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend\n\nBack to back we attack corporate America\nGettin fees that amount to G's in every area\nYou my man I ain't gotta drag you along\nYou pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on\nI don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system\nThumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un\nBut if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever\nWe'd still be crew you and me, me for you together\n\nWord, fake people ain't worth a turd\nThey only want to be your friend because of what they overheard\nI send this record to the well respected\nFriends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected\nYeah, so check it, so check it\n\nWe can count the dough or kick a flow\nOr chill out watchin' videos\nOr actin' really silly yo but really doe\nAll that can end\nWhether at the bar with superstars\nOr cruisin' in the trooper car\nI really don't care who you are\nAll I really need is a friend","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Friend\n artist: KRS‐One\n album: Rapper’s Paradise IV\n duration_ms: 254000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n The beat was spoused to drop right there\n Yeah yeah yeah, uhh\n I send this one out, to my right hand man\n Or mens, or womens, the whole crew\n The real fan\n\n We can count the dough or kick a flow\n Or chill out watchin' videos\n Or actin' really silly yo but really doe\n All that can end\n Whether at the bar with superstars\n Or cruisin' in the trooper car\n I really don't care who you are\n All I really need is a friend\n\n If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us\n We respond to those who show respect with respect\n We respond we connect on the same deck\n Same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly\n If you can't understand, we boys we boys\n We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys\n It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine\n My man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme\n\n Gettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl\n My man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?\n I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men\n Or women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in\n Where you fit in? 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