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They're doing all this clownin\nThey look at me flexin, finessing, and when I look up at them, they frownin\nA bunch a lil bitches, exactly how them fuck niggas be sounding\n\nHow the fuck did you become a fuck nigga?\nUsed to be my man, now you a fuck nigga\nMy bitch just fuck girls, she don't fuck niggas\nI just bought more guns, for the fuck niggas\nI be with the killas and the drug dealers\nYou be with the goofys and the fuck niggas\nHeard them fuck boys workin, got me suspicious\nOn the stand telling, you a fuck nigga\n\nWith your bitch and her friend, \"I woke up like this\"\nSlide up on you lackin. 2Pac and Chris\nAlways got that dough, like I'm a drug dealer\nIf we ain't fuckin with you, you a fuck nigga\nI think I'm allergic to these fuck niggas\nTell me what's the purpose of these fuck niggas?\nNina know they pussy, she say fuck niggas\nSo what you my blood? You still a fuck nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.36] All this ice I got on got your bitch sea-sick\n[00:19.06] Damn her pussy good, and her head decent\n[00:22.49] Chillin with the bro-nem, bout to fuck you ho-nem\n[00:26.22] Anti-fuck nigga, fuck nigga, get from 'round me\n[00:29.88] These niggas bitches, they soft, they mixed with downy\n[00:33.48] Where's the ring leader? They're doing all this clownin\n[00:37.06] They look at me flexin, finessing, and when I look up at them, they frownin\n[00:40.43] A bunch a lil bitches, exactly how them fuck niggas be sounding\n[00:44.33] How the fuck did you become a fuck nigga?\n[00:47.94] Used to be my man, now you a fuck nigga\n[00:51.57] My bitch just fuck girls, she don't fuck niggas\n[00:55.15] I just bought more guns, for the fuck niggas\n[00:58.79] I be with the killas and the drug dealers\n[01:02.38] You be with the goofys and the fuck niggas\n[01:06.03] Heard them fuck boys workin, got me suspicious\n[01:09.66] On the stand telling, you a fuck nigga\n[01:13.20] With your bitch and her friend, \"I woke up like this\"\n[01:16.87] Slide up on you lackin. 2Pac and Chris\n[01:20.48] Always got that dough, like I'm a drug dealer\n[01:24.01] If we ain't fuckin with you, you a fuck nigga\n[01:27.67] I think I'm allergic to these fuck niggas\n[01:31.30] Tell me what's the purpose of these fuck niggas?\n[01:34.95] Nina know they pussy, she say fuck niggas\n[01:38.54] So what you my blood? You still a fuck nigga\n[01:42.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Nigga\n  artist: King Louie\n  album: King Louie \"Tony\"\n  duration_ms: 145000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: All this ice I got on got your bitch sea-sick\n  start_ms: 15360\n  end_ms: 19060\n- text: Damn her pussy good, and her head decent\n  start_ms: 19060\n  end_ms: 22490\n- text: Chillin with the bro-nem, bout to fuck you ho-nem\n  start_ms: 22490\n  end_ms: 26220\n- text: Anti-fuck nigga, fuck nigga, get from 'round me\n  start_ms: 26220\n  end_ms: 29880\n- text: These niggas bitches, they soft, they mixed with downy\n  start_ms: 29880\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: Where's the ring leader? They're doing all this clownin\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 37060\n- text: They look at me flexin, finessing, and when I look up at them, they frownin\n  start_ms: 37060\n  end_ms: 40430\n- text: A bunch a lil bitches, exactly how them fuck niggas be sounding\n  start_ms: 40430\n  end_ms: 44330\n- text: How the fuck did you become a fuck nigga?\n  start_ms: 44330\n  end_ms: 47940\n- text: Used to be my man, now you a fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 47940\n  end_ms: 51570\n- text: My bitch just fuck girls, she don't fuck niggas\n  start_ms: 51570\n  end_ms: 55150\n- text: I just bought more guns, for the fuck niggas\n  start_ms: 55150\n  end_ms: 58790\n- text: I be with the killas and the drug dealers\n  start_ms: 58790\n  end_ms: 62380\n- text: You be with the goofys and the fuck niggas\n  start_ms: 62380\n  end_ms: 66030\n- text: Heard them fuck boys workin, got me suspicious\n  start_ms: 66030\n  end_ms: 69660\n- text: On the stand telling, you a fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 69660\n  end_ms: 73200\n- text: With your bitch and her friend, \"I woke up like this\"\n  start_ms: 73200\n  end_ms: 76870\n- text: Slide up on you lackin. 2Pac and Chris\n  start_ms: 76870\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: Always got that dough, like I'm a drug dealer\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 84010\n- text: If we ain't fuckin with you, you a fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 84010\n  end_ms: 87670\n- text: I think I'm allergic to these fuck niggas\n  start_ms: 87670\n  end_ms: 91300\n- text: Tell me what's the purpose of these fuck niggas?\n  start_ms: 91300\n  end_ms: 94950\n- text: Nina know they pussy, she say fuck niggas\n  start_ms: 94950\n  end_ms: 98540\n- text: So what you my blood? You still a fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 98540\n  end_ms: 102150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 102150\nplain: |-\n  All this ice I got on got your bitch sea-sick\n  Damn her pussy good, and her head decent\n  Chillin with the bro-nem, bout to fuck you ho-nem\n  Anti-fuck nigga, fuck nigga, get from 'round me\n  These niggas bitches, they soft, they mixed with downy\n  Where's the ring leader? They're doing all this clownin\n  They look at me flexin, finessing, and when I look up at them, they frownin\n  A bunch a lil bitches, exactly how them fuck niggas be sounding\n\n  How the fuck did you become a fuck nigga?\n  Used to be my man, now you a fuck nigga\n  My bitch just fuck girls, she don't fuck niggas\n  I just bought more guns, for the fuck niggas\n  I be with the killas and the drug dealers\n  You be with the goofys and the fuck niggas\n  Heard them fuck boys workin, got me suspicious\n  On the stand telling, you a fuck nigga\n\n  With your bitch and her friend, \"I woke up like this\"\n  Slide up on you lackin. 2Pac and Chris\n  Always got that dough, like I'm a drug dealer\n  If we ain't fuckin with you, you a fuck nigga\n  I think I'm allergic to these fuck niggas\n  Tell me what's the purpose of these fuck niggas?\n  Nina know they pussy, she say fuck niggas\n  So what you my blood? You still a fuck nigga\n"},{"id":14332279,"name":"Live And Die In Chicago","trackName":"Live And Die In Chicago","artistName":"King Louie","albumName":"King Louie \"Tony\"","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I Smoke dope with the riders\nDoors slide when we ride up\nStay inside or get fired up\nTo live & die in Chicago\nGreen light it's a go, if I tell'em to blow\nI keep that metal close\nThat's how we ride in Chicago\n\nI Smoke dope with the riders\nDoors slide when we ride up\nStay inside or get fired up\nTo live & die in Chicago\nGreen light it's a go, if I tell'em to blow\nI keep that metal close\n\nThat's how we ride in Chicago\n\nI was raised in Chicago. I got paid in Chicago. MUBU\nOut of town getting count(...) amount then it's back to Chicago. WOO\nBeen to Paris, LA, NY to A to (...Louis is saying those places are all great but still not like Chicago.) but they not like Chicago. When (...) poetic\nNiggas turnin in to bitches like Chicago. I'll mail'em a hallow. BOOM BOOM\nPay hits, them hittas will be at your address to see you tomorrow. Next day air!\nFlexin cuttin up they callin me Zorrow. WOO\nShe got some explainin to do. Yo boo keep callin me Ricky Ricardo. LUCY\nI be feen on shawty, all I need is more weed. I get money like Marlo. TONY\nMy name is Louie but they call me Tony the God of Chicago\n\nGot drillers for hittas. Some real cool ass niggas that ride just like Tahoe\nD.E.A they know know\nA Day to live & die in Chicago\n\nI Smoke dope with the riders\nDoors slide when we ride up\nStay inside or get fired up\n\nTo live & die in Chicago\nGreen light it's a go, if I tell'em to blow\nI keep that metal close\nThat's how we ride in Chicago\n\nThey say you can make it anywhere, if you make it in Chicago.CHIRAQ\nSo don't take offense when I speak about murders & bitches etcetera. MOVIE\nI'm just speakin Chicago. WOO\nThe media people just eat it up, but really we run. MUBU\nNiggas be frontin, they move knowin they can't even come to Chicago, and they from\nChicago\nMurder capi of America, no murder rate like Chicago\nMy city influenced my country. Can't get away from Chicago.CAN'T\n\nThey ask me Louie is you go leave, NO I'm go stay in Chicago\nI'm the heart of Chicago. I go hard for Chicago\nBig Poppa in my city. Get popped in my city. 2Pac of Chicago\nBut I'm still alive though, turn a white-T piru. WOO\nDon't come to Chicago. You'll get lost in Chicago\n\nI Smoke dope with the riders\nDoors slide when we ride up\nStay inside or get fired up\nTo live & die in Chicago\nGreen light it's a go, if I tell'em to blow\nI keep that metal close\nThat's how we ride in Chicago","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.59] (Smylez on the beat, man)\n[00:17.24] I smoke dope with the riders\n[00:19.77] Doors slide when we ride up\n[00:21.76] Stay inside or get fired up\n[00:23.75] To live and die in Chicago\n[00:25.93] Green light, it's a go\n[00:27.95] If I tell them to blow\n[00:29.84] I keep that metal close\n[00:31.80] That's how we ride in Chicago\n[00:33.96] I smoke dope with the riders\n[00:36.07] Doors slide when we ride up\n[00:38.12] Stay inside or get fired up\n[00:40.28] To live and die in Chicago\n[00:42.45] Green light, it's a go\n[00:44.71] If I tell them to blow\n[00:46.63] I keep that metal close\n[00:48.41] That's how we ride in Chicago\n[00:50.87] I was made in Chicago\n[00:52.99] I got paid in Chicago (MUBU)\n[00:55.09] Out of town gettin', countin' profusious amounts\n[00:57.09] Then it's back to Chicago (whoo)\n[00:59.12] Been to Paris, LA, NY to A, to me, they all great\n[01:03.33] But they not like Chicago\n[01:05.59] When them TECs get poetic\n[01:06.75] Niggas turn into bitches like Chicago\n[01:09.24] I'll mail 'em a hollow\n[01:11.81] Pay hits, them hittas'll be at your address to see you tomorrow (next day air)\n[01:16.10] Flexin', cuttin' up, they callin' me Zorro\n[01:20.02] She got some explainin' to do\n[01:21.78] Yo boo callin' me Ricky Ricardo (Lucy)\n[01:24.05] I be flee on shawty\n[01:25.42] All I need is more weed, I get money like Marlo (Tony)\n[01:28.31] My name is Louie but they call me Tony the God of Chicago\n[01:32.62] Got drillers for hittas\n[01:33.89] Some real cool-ass niggas that ride just like Tahoe\n[01:36.37] DOA, ain't no almost, to live and die in Chicago\n[01:40.95] I smoke dope with the riders\n[01:43.14] Doors slide when we ride up\n[01:45.11] Stay inside or get fired up\n[01:47.15] To live and die in Chicago\n[01:49.30] Green light, it's a go\n[01:51.38] If I tell them to blow\n[01:53.46] I keep that metal close\n[01:55.38] That's how we ride in Chicago\n[01:57.54] I smoke dope with the riders\n[01:59.68] Doors slide when we ride up\n[02:01.72] Stay inside or get fired up\n[02:03.65] To live and die in Chicago\n[02:05.96] Green light, it's a go\n[02:08.01] If I tell them to blow\n[02:10.15] I keep that metal close\n[02:11.85] That's how we ride in Chicago\n[02:14.43] They say you can make it anywhere, if you made it in Chicago (Chiraq)\n[02:18.69] So don't take offense when I speak about murders and bitches, etcetera (movie)\n[02:22.64] I'm just speakin' Chicago\n[02:24.79] The media people just eat it up, but really, we run Chicago (MUBU)\n[02:29.22] Niggas be frontin', they move knowin' they can't even come to Chicago\n[02:33.34] And they from Chicago\n[02:35.18] Murder capi' of America, no murder rate like Chicago\n[02:39.45] My city influenced my country, can't get away from Chicago (can't)\n[02:43.53] They ask me, \"Louie, you gon' leave?\" No, I'm gon' stay in Chicago\n[02:47.73] I'm the heart of Chicago, I go hard for Chicago\n[02:52.18] Big Pop' of my city, get popped in my city, 2Pac of Chicago\n[02:56.15] But I'm still alive though, turn a white tee Piru\n[03:00.25] Don't you come to Chicago, you'll get lost in Chicago\n[03:04.27] I smoke dope with the riders\n[03:06.42] Doors slide when we ride up\n[03:08.51] Stay inside or get fired up\n[03:10.41] To live and die in Chicago\n[03:12.74] Green light, it's a go\n[03:14.76] If I tell them to blow\n[03:16.72] I keep that metal close\n[03:18.82] That's how we ride in Chicago\n[03:20.93] I smoke dope with the riders\n[03:23.11] Doors slide when we ride up\n[03:25.17] Stay inside or get fired up\n[03:27.22] To live and die in Chicago\n[03:29.53] Green light, it's a go\n[03:31.53] If I tell them to blow\n[03:33.48] I keep that metal close\n[03:35.45] That's how we 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38120\n- text: Stay inside or get fired up\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 40280\n- text: To live and die in Chicago\n  start_ms: 40280\n  end_ms: 42450\n- text: Green light, it's a go\n  start_ms: 42450\n  end_ms: 44710\n- text: If I tell them to blow\n  start_ms: 44710\n  end_ms: 46630\n- text: I keep that metal close\n  start_ms: 46630\n  end_ms: 48410\n- text: That's how we ride in Chicago\n  start_ms: 48410\n  end_ms: 50870\n- text: I was made in Chicago\n  start_ms: 50870\n  end_ms: 52990\n- text: I got paid in Chicago (MUBU)\n  start_ms: 52990\n  end_ms: 55090\n- text: Out of town gettin', countin' profusious amounts\n  start_ms: 55090\n  end_ms: 57090\n- text: Then it's back to Chicago (whoo)\n  start_ms: 57090\n  end_ms: 59120\n- text: Been to Paris, LA, NY to A, to me, they all great\n  start_ms: 59120\n  end_ms: 63330\n- text: But they not like Chicago\n  start_ms: 63330\n  end_ms: 65590\n- text: When them TECs get poetic\n  start_ms: 65590\n  end_ms: 66750\n- text: Niggas turn into bitches like Chicago\n  start_ms: 66750\n  end_ms: 69240\n- text: I'll mail 'em a hollow\n  start_ms: 69240\n  end_ms: 71810\n- text: Pay hits, them hittas'll be at your address to see you tomorrow (next day air)\n  start_ms: 71810\n  end_ms: 76100\n- text: Flexin', cuttin' up, they callin' me Zorro\n  start_ms: 76100\n  end_ms: 80020\n- text: She got some explainin' to do\n  start_ms: 80020\n  end_ms: 81780\n- text: Yo boo callin' me Ricky Ricardo (Lucy)\n  start_ms: 81780\n  end_ms: 84050\n- text: I be flee on shawty\n  start_ms: 84050\n  end_ms: 85420\n- text: All I need is more weed, I get money like Marlo (Tony)\n  start_ms: 85420\n  end_ms: 88310\n- text: My name is Louie but they call me Tony the God of Chicago\n  start_ms: 88310\n  end_ms: 92620\n- text: Got drillers for hittas\n  start_ms: 92620\n  end_ms: 93890\n- text: Some real cool-ass niggas that ride just like Tahoe\n  start_ms: 93890\n  end_ms: 96370\n- text: DOA, ain't no almost, to live and die in Chicago\n  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If I tell them to blow\n  start_ms: 128010\n  end_ms: 130150\n- text: I keep that metal close\n  start_ms: 130150\n  end_ms: 131850\n- text: That's how we ride in Chicago\n  start_ms: 131850\n  end_ms: 134430\n- text: They say you can make it anywhere, if you made it in Chicago (Chiraq)\n  start_ms: 134430\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: So don't take offense when I speak about murders and bitches, etcetera (movie)\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: I'm just speakin' Chicago\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144790\n- text: The media people just eat it up, but really, we run Chicago (MUBU)\n  start_ms: 144790\n  end_ms: 149220\n- text: Niggas be frontin', they move knowin' they can't even come to Chicago\n  start_ms: 149220\n  end_ms: 153340\n- text: And they from Chicago\n  start_ms: 153340\n  end_ms: 155180\n- text: Murder capi' of America, no murder rate like Chicago\n  start_ms: 155180\n  end_ms: 159450\n- text: My city influenced my country, can't get away from Chicago 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with the riders\n  Doors slide when we ride up\n  Stay inside or get fired up\n  To live & die in Chicago\n  Green light it's a go, if I tell'em to blow\n  I keep that metal close\n\n  That's how we ride in Chicago\n\n  I was raised in Chicago. I got paid in Chicago. MUBU\n  Out of town getting count(...) amount then it's back to Chicago. WOO\n  Been to Paris, LA, NY to A to (...Louis is saying those places are all great but still not like Chicago.) but they not like Chicago. When (...) poetic\n  Niggas turnin in to bitches like Chicago. I'll mail'em a hallow. BOOM BOOM\n  Pay hits, them hittas will be at your address to see you tomorrow. Next day air!\n  Flexin cuttin up they callin me Zorrow. WOO\n  She got some explainin to do. Yo boo keep callin me Ricky Ricardo. LUCY\n  I be feen on shawty, all I need is more weed. I get money like Marlo. TONY\n  My name is Louie but they call me Tony the God of Chicago\n\n  Got drillers for hittas. Some real cool ass niggas that ride just like Tahoe\n  D.E.A they know know\n  A Day to live & die in Chicago\n\n  I Smoke dope with the riders\n  Doors slide when we ride up\n  Stay inside or get fired up\n\n  To live & die in Chicago\n  Green light it's a go, if I tell'em to blow\n  I keep that metal close\n  That's how we ride in Chicago\n\n  They say you can make it anywhere, if you make it in Chicago.CHIRAQ\n  So don't take offense when I speak about murders & bitches etcetera. MOVIE\n  I'm just speakin Chicago. WOO\n  The media people just eat it up, but really we run. MUBU\n  Niggas be frontin, they move knowin they can't even come to Chicago, and they from\n  Chicago\n  Murder capi of America, no murder rate like Chicago\n  My city influenced my country. Can't get away from Chicago.CAN'T\n\n  They ask me Louie is you go leave, NO I'm go stay in Chicago\n  I'm the heart of Chicago. I go hard for Chicago\n  Big Poppa in my city. Get popped in my city. 2Pac of Chicago\n  But I'm still alive though, turn a white-T piru. WOO\n  Don't come to Chicago. 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TONY\n[01:28.07] My name is Louie but they call me Tony the God of Chicago\n[01:31.86] Got drillers for hittas. Some real cool ass niggas that ride just like Tahoe\n[01:36.06] DOA they know (...). A Day to live & die in Chicago\n[01:40.21] (HOOK)\n[02:13.54] They say you can make it anywhere, if you make it in Chicago. CHIRAQ\n[02:17.82] So don't take offense when I speak about murders & bitches etcetera. MOVIE\n[02:21.97] I'm just speakin Chicago. WOO\n[02:24.11] The media people just eat it up, but really we run. MUBU\n[02:28.25] Niggas be frontin, they move knowin they can't even come to Chicago, and they from\n[02:32.28] Chicago\n[02:34.43] Murder capi of America, no murder rate like Chicago.\n[02:38.59] My city influenced my country. Can't get away from Chicago. CAN'T\n[02:42.75] They ask me Louie is you go leave, NO I'm go stay in Chicago\n[02:47.06] I'm the heart of Chicago. I go hard for Chicago.\n[02:51.31] Big Poppa in my city. 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though\n"},{"id":40100290,"name":"13 King Louie - Why They Hating On Me","trackName":"13 King Louie - Why They Hating On Me","artistName":"King Louie","albumName":"Tony","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Giuseppes at the Grammys looking sick\n\nGold Rolex, that's a grammy on my wrist\nAnd we got them hammers in this bitch\nFor any nigga think he too legit to quit\nYour bitch tryna suck me, I'm like wait a minute\nBought the bitch McDonalds, now she think she winning\nPack louder than an instrumental\nWhat they know about wasting dime on expensive denim\nMy shoes aren't released when I get em\nBum bitches, I ain't fucking with em\nBroke niggas, why they fucking with em?\nBroke jokes, I don't fucking get em\n\nWhy they hating on me?\nMaybe cause I run the plans up, fuck niggas can't stand us\nWhy they hating on me?\nCashed out on another lick, now I pump holes in your bitch\nWhy they hating on me?\nMaybe cause she a fan nigga, little bitch she know 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They can't see me though, no\n  I grew up finessing selling\n  Dummy coke and blow\n  Operation goon, I'm what we call it ze-ro\n  I be with the Goonies and the goblins\n  Halloween i been getting my own dirty\n  Dollars since I was sixteen ask my mama\n  I was fucking bitches twice my\n  Age when I was sixteen\n  Catch you lackin' and that 4-5 start\n  To spittin' a hotta 16\n  Bullets jumping in yo body you like\n  Ahh this shit sting\n  Fuck niggas get put in jail\n  Turn to artists and sing\n  I prefer to be in good pussy, not in the beam\n  They will shoot you in yo face for me\n  I'm the God and the king\n  I roll dolo, squad ain't a thing\n  Chains on my collar, diamonds and rings\n  Hammers, nail em up, chalk up ya team\n  Give you niggas halos I'm the\n  God and the king\n  I was rolling, hard nigga, God and the king\n  Pull up flexing everyday\n  I'm the God and the king\n  Oh lord they all mad, God and the king\n  All these bitches over me cause I'm\n  The God and the king\n 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that's her favorite number\n  She a head hunter I'm a head getter\n  When I'm with her I'm a band getter\n  On the mans nigga\n"},{"id":32525903,"name":"Why They Hating On Me","trackName":"Why They Hating On Me","artistName":"King Louie","albumName":"Tony","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Giuseppes at the Grammys looking sick\n\nGold Rolex, that's a grammy on my wrist\nAnd we got them hammers in this bitch\nFor any nigga think he too legit to quit\nYour bitch tryna suck me, I'm like wait a minute\nBought the bitch McDonalds, now she think she winning\nPack louder than an instrumental\nWhat they know about wasting dime on expensive denim\nMy shoes aren't released when I get em\nBum bitches, I ain't fucking with em\nBroke niggas, why they fucking with em?\nBroke jokes, I don't fucking get em\n\nWhy they hating on me?\nMaybe cause I run the plans up, fuck niggas can't stand us\nWhy they hating on me?\nCashed out on another lick, now I pump holes in 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ain't? since I was my daughter's size\n  I get ambition when I look in my daughter's eyes\n  Whoever knew I had a seat at the Harlem trials\n  Just last year I lost respect for a lotta guys\n  These niggas hitch on they shows, actin' like they wid it\n  Chicky 4 shit, look at the stow shit\n  Get toast and nobody got smoke shit\n  Could be me cause with me they will blow quick\n  Even the hills say I got the new chiba's peach\n  Should be in jail, it's a crime that I kill these beasts\n  This is for the folks gettin' pissed that I kill the streets\n  I got new weapons and I move for the enemy\n  I thought the doll, gettin' dollas the remedy\n  Thought, more money, more pro'lems is killin' me\n  Ah\n"},{"id":14665345,"name":"Day","trackName":"Day","artistName":"King Louie","albumName":"Tony","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck a nigga's feelings\nFuck a nigga's bitch he got all that time\nFuck boy shouldn't have snitched\nSnitches get out killers take them out\nThat's how the game goes\nThese suckers rainbow\nBanana clips and choppers\nDealing with the busters\nSteak, shrimp and lobster\nSmoking on that Lauren\nTaking A in the morning\nGot me flexing on them\nTasting flats of D'usse\nAin't got no LL Cool J\nMy life should be on Blu ray\nMy middle name is movie\nI should have a holiday\nNo school, every day my birthday\nNigga you can be a day (kill'em)\nAt night or in the day\nFuck niggas just in the way\nFuck around giving me?\nMake a nigga famous put him on the news\nHe gon' get a day\nCaught that nigga lackin'\nNigga shouldn't have snoozed\nMade his ass a day make a nigga famous\nPut him on the news he gon' get a day\nCaught that nigga lackin'\nNigga shouldn't have snoozed\nMade his ass a day\nThis that killer music\nThis that drilla' music\nThe sound of them guns going off\nThis that drilla' music rIP to Goofy\nShoot him like a movie\nYea my life a movie, every night is groovy\nI might shoot a movie\nWith your wifie starring, I'm\nA kill her pussy, man these niggas' pussy\nWe got guns in the party\nWe just want to party, don't end up a body\nMy roadies a day I don't have to pay them\nThey do me a favor look at him lackin'\nLooking a day let's bake his potato\nSlowed up when a 4 poured in a malt\nLike Kayro\nPut a nigga on the news, to see it\nYou don't need cable\nJust me and my girlfriend\nBecause she do what I say do\nMy niggas don't play but they\nShole do day though","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Day\n  artist: King Louie\n  album: Tony\n  duration_ms: 159000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck a nigga's feelings\n  Fuck a nigga's bitch he got all that time\n  Fuck boy shouldn't have snitched\n  Snitches get out killers take them out\n  That's how the game goes\n  These suckers rainbow\n  Banana clips and choppers\n  Dealing with the busters\n  Steak, shrimp and lobster\n  Smoking on that Lauren\n  Taking A in the morning\n  Got me flexing on them\n  Tasting flats of D'usse\n  Ain't got no LL Cool J\n  My life should be on Blu ray\n  My middle name is movie\n  I should have a holiday\n  No school, every day my birthday\n  Nigga you can be a day (kill'em)\n  At night or in the day\n  Fuck niggas just in the way\n  Fuck around giving me?\n  Make a nigga famous put him on the news\n  He gon' get a day\n  Caught that nigga lackin'\n  Nigga shouldn't have snoozed\n  Made his ass a day make a nigga famous\n  Put him on the news he gon' get a day\n  Caught that nigga lackin'\n  Nigga shouldn't have snoozed\n  Made his ass a day\n  This that killer music\n  This that drilla' music\n  The sound of them guns going off\n  This that drilla' music rIP to Goofy\n  Shoot him like a movie\n  Yea my life a movie, every night is groovy\n  I might shoot a movie\n  With your wifie starring, I'm\n  A kill her pussy, man these niggas' pussy\n  We got guns in the party\n  We just want to party, don't end up a body\n  My roadies a day I don't have to pay them\n  They do me a favor look at him lackin'\n  Looking a day let's bake his potato\n  Slowed up when a 4 poured in a malt\n  Like Kayro\n  Put a nigga on the news, to see it\n  You don't need cable\n  Just me and my girlfriend\n  Because she do what I say do\n  My niggas don't play but they\n  Shole do day though\n"},{"id":23496329,"name":"Sheesh","trackName":"Sheesh","artistName":"King Louie","albumName":"Tony","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's what we trained to do squad\nThese niggas vagina, my gun come from China\nFo that nigga, my choppa bout to karate\nPistol to his head, bullet make linin'\nShould be in New York, I feel like a giant\nI grew up in Violence\nGangsters stayed silent\nYou should be silent\nYoung killaz get violent\n, only ridin', lookin' for ops to ride on\nSee them niggas and get on\nShit that they not on\nI'm the shit, King Throne with a pot on it\nHear 'em talkin' but they not on it\nI weigh like an elephant\nFor bitches who sellin' it\nSmokin' on president\nThinkin' I'm sick cause I'm\nSippin' on medicine\nWatzon, a Maseratti, I do it for etiquette\nI'm a God, gold wings cause I'm heaven sent\nRide around on that whateva shit\nShawty shootin' like a restaurant\nOnly fuck a bad bitch once\nShawty went cause of the restaurant\nYung nigga upper echelon\nExecute him, if he ever diss\nPurple hearted, I'm a veteran\nLou Gotti in a wide body with\nA bad lady that's elegant\nDown on the regular, not just to celebrate\nKill a fuck nigga, get away and celebrate\n(Wooo) help raise the murder rate\nMind on my money, my money on my mind\nThotties, they calling us all the time\nFuck around with the fuck around nigga\nWe don't fuck around, send 'em outside\nMy shawties, they do it for me\nThis thottie, she do it for me\nAh, this money, it do it for me\nMubo 100, that's me\nFlexin', I'm juggin', I'm ballin'\nAll of these thotties they call me (Hello?)\nRoll up on 'em\nRide down shooters ridin' with me\nDrug dealers, crackers, robbers\nKillers they my niggas\nCoolin with my niggas, we be mobbin\n30s on the 40s with the squad &\nStones on the chains and the robins\nBitch, a gimme top\nTell ya girlfriend gimme body\nDippin' through the set like\nHarlem onna spider\nMuthafucka lookin' like it's crawlin\n200 when I hit the throttle\nMan, I'm a man, I'm 100 again\nGot the club running\nLike it's under they skin\nNigga we be beamin, we a hunnid in here\n, it be 100 of them\nFuck niggas talking bout the don't know me\nI be on ya ass like you owe me\nLove, me and nigga over east\nGas me up, boys that go OD","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sheesh\n  artist: King Louie\n  album: Tony\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's what we trained to do squad\n  These niggas vagina, my gun come from China\n  Fo that nigga, my choppa bout to karate\n  Pistol to his head, bullet make linin'\n  Should be in New York, I feel like a giant\n  I grew up in Violence\n  Gangsters stayed silent\n  You should be silent\n  Young killaz get violent\n  , only ridin', lookin' for ops to ride on\n  See them niggas and get on\n  Shit that they not on\n  I'm the shit, King Throne with a pot on it\n  Hear 'em talkin' but they not on it\n  I weigh like an elephant\n  For bitches who sellin' it\n  Smokin' on president\n  Thinkin' I'm sick cause I'm\n  Sippin' on medicine\n  Watzon, a Maseratti, I do it for etiquette\n  I'm a God, gold wings cause I'm heaven sent\n  Ride around on that whateva shit\n  Shawty shootin' like a restaurant\n  Only fuck a bad bitch once\n  Shawty went cause of the restaurant\n  Yung nigga upper echelon\n  Execute him, if he ever diss\n  Purple hearted, I'm a veteran\n  Lou Gotti in a wide body with\n  A bad lady that's elegant\n  Down on the regular, not just to celebrate\n  Kill a fuck nigga, get away and celebrate\n  (Wooo) help raise the murder rate\n  Mind on my money, my money on my mind\n  Thotties, they calling us all the time\n  Fuck around with the fuck around nigga\n  We don't fuck around, send 'em outside\n  My shawties, they do it for me\n  This thottie, she do it for me\n  Ah, this money, it do it for me\n  Mubo 100, that's me\n  Flexin', I'm juggin', I'm ballin'\n  All of these thotties they call me (Hello?)\n  Roll up on 'em\n  Ride down shooters ridin' with me\n  Drug dealers, crackers, robbers\n  Killers they my niggas\n  Coolin with my niggas, we be mobbin\n  30s on the 40s with the squad &\n  Stones on the chains and the robins\n  Bitch, a gimme top\n  Tell ya girlfriend gimme body\n  Dippin' through the set like\n  Harlem onna spider\n  Muthafucka lookin' like it's crawlin\n  200 when I hit the throttle\n  Man, I'm a man, I'm 100 again\n  Got the club running\n  Like it's under they skin\n  Nigga we be beamin, we a hunnid in here\n  , it be 100 of them\n  Fuck niggas talking bout the don't know me\n  I be on ya ass like you owe me\n  Love, me and nigga over east\n  Gas me up, boys that go OD\n"},{"id":23514395,"name":"G.O.D.","trackName":"G.O.D.","artistName":"King Louie","albumName":"Tony","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Amen to me, I'm a GOD\nFucking with me, go to GOD\nSee me, they like to go GOD\nAll of my homies is GODS\nYo GOD is that swallow bitch\nStill throw lotta heavy like Christ\nBring death to my nigga, my wrist\nAin't worry bout nothin'\nGent to 1-6 aye, man, to dirty money\nFall outta dirty money\nAll of this dirty money\nGot a nigga Cuneo who's twerkin' for me\nDisciples will merc ya for me\nSend a bitch crossin' me\nYo bitch wanna lie to me\nBut she the GOD in me\nBroke ya to sumth' that I dunno who ta be","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G.O.D.\n  artist: King Louie\n  album: Tony\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Amen to me, I'm a GOD\n  Fucking with me, go to GOD\n  See me, they like to go GOD\n  All of my homies is GODS\n  Yo GOD is that swallow bitch\n  Still throw lotta heavy like Christ\n  Bring death to my nigga, my wrist\n  Ain't worry bout nothin'\n  Gent to 1-6 aye, man, to dirty money\n  Fall outta dirty money\n  All of this dirty money\n  Got a nigga Cuneo who's twerkin' for me\n  Disciples will merc ya for me\n  Send a bitch crossin' me\n  Yo bitch wanna lie to me\n  But she the GOD in me\n  Broke ya to sumth' that I dunno who ta be\n"},{"id":23496761,"name":"Would You Believe It","trackName":"Would You Believe It","artistName":"King Louie","albumName":"Tony","duration":192.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Smoking dope, riding foreign and, my bitch\nShe European\nLouis luggage on the boat with some coke\nYou wanna see it?\nI'm talking stupid stupid cash\nStupid stupid stupid cash\nIf I told you I was really getting dough\nWould you believe it?\nBussin' moves at the car lot, front\nY'all look like a collar\nGot yo' bitch off the molly, off the molly\nTurnin' up!\nSmoke lots of pot, I get ass and top\nI get cash a lot he don't get cash, he just\nLie a lot, he broke, he lies a lot!\nMy shoes ain't out, bitch, my\nJeans ain't out, my outfit, it ain't out\nI'm smoking Ralph, nigga smoking Sway\nI told him it ain't loud!\nSmoking def, my pack need a ref\nMy dick need a rest\nYo' bitch hit the best, two\nThumbs up for her, she showin' out!\nMy name is Louie, but they call my Tony\nSo much money on me\nI ain't lacking, got that nigga on me\nSo I run up on him\nMUBU now, spread the news around\nFuck boy move around\nShooters out, them real shooters out\nShoot yo' shooters down\nShow out when I pop out, yo' bitch show up\nTurn the ho up\nYo' son said he wanna be like\nLouie when he grow up\nMight say fuck a day and mix\nThe Xannie with the po' up\nI'm a walking holder, tryna hold up\nMake you blow up\nYes, I am a dope fiend, living movies\nThis a dope scene\nGot 'em so pro-Lou, like \"Go King!\"\nI stay high, nose bleeds, only loud\nNo seats around fuck niggas can't be around\nWe don't need around, can't be around\nOpen heads, just beat 'em down\nShouldn't have been around\nNow he ain't around\nMade man, no, I ain't a clown\nI don't want him 'round\nThen he ain't around\nTough niggas, make 'em beat around\nFace shots, make him eat a round\nFuck nigga, lay a nigga down\nLay a nigga down, lay a nigga down!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Would You Believe It\n  artist: King Louie\n  album: Tony\n  duration_ms: 192000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Smoking dope, riding foreign and, my bitch\n  She European\n  Louis luggage on the boat with some coke\n  You wanna see it?\n  I'm talking stupid stupid cash\n  Stupid stupid stupid cash\n  If I told you I was really getting dough\n  Would you believe it?\n  Bussin' moves at the car lot, front\n  Y'all look like a collar\n  Got yo' bitch off the molly, off the molly\n  Turnin' up!\n  Smoke lots of pot, I get ass and top\n  I get cash a lot he don't get cash, he just\n  Lie a lot, he broke, he lies a lot!\n  My shoes ain't out, bitch, my\n  Jeans ain't out, my outfit, it ain't out\n  I'm smoking Ralph, nigga smoking Sway\n  I told him it ain't loud!\n  Smoking def, my pack need a ref\n  My dick need a rest\n  Yo' bitch hit the best, two\n  Thumbs up for her, she showin' out!\n  My name is Louie, but they call my Tony\n  So much money on me\n  I ain't lacking, got that nigga on me\n  So I run up on him\n  MUBU now, spread the news around\n  Fuck boy move around\n  Shooters out, them real shooters out\n  Shoot yo' shooters down\n  Show out when I pop out, yo' bitch show up\n  Turn the ho up\n  Yo' son said he wanna be like\n  Louie when he grow up\n  Might say fuck a day and mix\n  The Xannie with the po' up\n  I'm a walking holder, tryna hold up\n  Make you blow up\n  Yes, I am a dope fiend, living movies\n  This a dope scene\n  Got 'em so pro-Lou, like \"Go King!\"\n  I stay high, nose bleeds, only loud\n  No seats around fuck niggas can't be around\n  We don't need around, can't be around\n  Open heads, just beat 'em down\n  Shouldn't have been around\n  Now he ain't around\n  Made man, no, I ain't a clown\n  I don't want him 'round\n  Then he ain't around\n  Tough niggas, make 'em beat around\n  Face shots, make him eat a round\n  Fuck nigga, lay a nigga down\n  Lay a nigga down, lay a nigga down!\n"},{"id":23299846,"name":"B.O.N.","trackName":"B.O.N.","artistName":"King Louie","albumName":"Tony","duration":179.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Feel like a chopper, bitch\nCause I'm bussin'\nMy bitches related, they kissin' cousins\nMy nina be on it\nThat bitch ain't for nothing\nI make her say somethin'\nShe leave yo' ass open\nI'm bout to come back, right now\nI'm strapped\nThirty and forty, t-shirt a shorty\nDesigner and schemes, my wrist on beam\nHundreds on hundreds, MUBU abundant\nForeigns back to back\nHaters have asthma attacks\nPull up, pump a nigga\nCall it a asthma attack\nThat 40 gon' always spit\nIt think it know how to rap\nI don't do battle rap\nTell 'em to battle that\nPull up, my roof missing, boy\nI'll get you missing\nBein' broke as a joke\nThat's mission impossible\nGot hitters to kill a nigga\nThe streets really feel a nigga\nI'm sorry I fucked yo' bitch\nBut she really dig a nigga\nLouie, he BON, bitch, I'm a big ol' nigga\nHope I don't catch a body\nRide with my double trigger\nI don't like the nigga, fonem pop the nigga\nNo time to fight the nigga\nFonem pop the nigga\nTalking broke is foreign\nMy teeth cost a foreign\nYo' bitch on the horn, tryna shoot a porn\nBitch, I got these bands, bitch\nI got these racks\nA couple of my niggas, bitch\nYou gon' do dicks\nMake more guap than teachers\nI come with a preacher\nIf you ain't talkin' money\nI don't wanna meet ya\nI just want one night\nI don't wanna keep her\nRaised by the dope dealers\nI used to have a beeper\nI get a lot of bucks, broke is not popular\nQuit with that talking stuff, boy\nFore we pop you up shoot down a goofy clown\nHit him with 2-3 rounds\nPull up with cameras out\nLike we shoot movies now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: B.O.N.\n  artist: King Louie\n  album: Tony\n  duration_ms: 179000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Feel like a chopper, bitch\n  Cause I'm bussin'\n  My bitches related, they kissin' cousins\n  My nina be on it\n  That bitch ain't for nothing\n  I make her say somethin'\n  She leave yo' ass open\n  I'm bout to come back, right now\n  I'm strapped\n  Thirty and forty, t-shirt a shorty\n  Designer and schemes, my wrist on beam\n  Hundreds on hundreds, MUBU abundant\n  Foreigns back to back\n  Haters have asthma attacks\n  Pull up, pump a nigga\n  Call it a asthma attack\n  That 40 gon' always spit\n  It think it know how to rap\n  I don't do battle rap\n  Tell 'em to battle that\n  Pull up, my roof missing, boy\n  I'll get you missing\n  Bein' broke as a joke\n  That's mission impossible\n  Got hitters to kill a nigga\n  The streets really feel a nigga\n  I'm sorry I fucked yo' bitch\n  But she really dig a nigga\n  Louie, he BON, bitch, I'm a big ol' nigga\n  Hope I don't catch a body\n  Ride with my double trigger\n  I don't like the nigga, fonem pop the nigga\n  No time to fight the nigga\n  Fonem pop the nigga\n  Talking broke is foreign\n  My teeth cost a foreign\n  Yo' bitch on the horn, tryna shoot a porn\n  Bitch, I got these bands, bitch\n  I got these racks\n  A couple of my niggas, bitch\n  You gon' do dicks\n  Make more guap than teachers\n  I come with a preacher\n  If you ain't talkin' money\n  I don't wanna meet ya\n  I just want one night\n  I don't wanna keep her\n  Raised by the dope dealers\n  I used to have a beeper\n  I get a lot of bucks, broke is not popular\n  Quit with that talking stuff, boy\n  Fore we pop you up shoot down a goofy clown\n  Hit him with 2-3 rounds\n  Pull up with cameras out\n  Like we shoot movies now\n"},{"id":13027672,"name":"Till I Met Selena","trackName":"Till I Met Selena","artistName":"King Louie","albumName":"Tony","duration":150.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Rolling off a yopper heavy reefer puffer\nFlex I make a muscle\nYeah that cash I gets a lots of\nBitch I'm legal so I'm\nRidin' round like Rambo\nWith that XD Nice ass weapon\nI got change for my Giuseppes\nWet 'em up they fucking\nWith some body snatchers\nSmoking on that muscle with\nA thot named Tasha\nNiggas getting face shots in the broad day\nMade his ass a day nigga we don't play\nFonem come out cus' like boom boom boom\nNiggas get hit falling, fonem like doo doo\nAnd them roads look like\nCome and dance with the stars\nWe ain't shooting at no cars\nHopping out, popping shit up droppin' shit\nPopping shit up niggas ain't on nothing\nThey just talking shit up\nCatch 'em while they walking\nNow they chalking shit up\nGet your ass motherfucking candle, memorial\nPut 'em on the motherfucking\nTable, cut em open, autopsy\nT-shirt, RIP i just want my bitches to\nGive my bitches kisses\nAll I smoke is ralph, boy\nYour mid-shit different\nThis bitch think I love her\nGirl you really tripping\nBoy I'm Michael Jordan\nYou just Scotty Pippen pistol explode\nHot shells make him shake like\nHe's having a seizure look inside up\nMy name is Louie\nBut for some reason they call me Tony\nHitters come through\nAnd delete all that shit Shawty\nStraight erase 'em, couple pesos\nYeah we made the news ball like Vegas boo\nI am Booaglo fonem hit them up, he invisible\nShit get critical\nAnd my brother is Obama, it's political\nCan't do the dash, cause that shit digital\nAnd the feds is watching\nBitches hella jocking, I be hella beaming\nMan I fucked they bitch\nThey be hella steaming\nI'm king, I'm dreaming till I meet Selena\nTill I meet Selena","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Till I Met Selena\n  artist: King Louie\n  album: Tony\n  duration_ms: 150000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Rolling off a yopper heavy reefer puffer\n  Flex I make a muscle\n  Yeah that cash I gets a lots of\n  Bitch I'm legal so I'm\n  Ridin' round like Rambo\n  With that XD Nice ass weapon\n  I got change for my Giuseppes\n  Wet 'em up they fucking\n  With some body snatchers\n  Smoking on that muscle with\n  A thot named Tasha\n  Niggas getting face shots in the broad day\n  Made his ass a day nigga we don't play\n  Fonem come out cus' like boom boom boom\n  Niggas get hit falling, fonem like doo doo\n  And them roads look like\n  Come and dance with the stars\n  We ain't shooting at no cars\n  Hopping out, popping shit up droppin' shit\n  Popping shit up niggas ain't on nothing\n  They just talking shit up\n  Catch 'em while they walking\n  Now they chalking shit up\n  Get your ass motherfucking candle, memorial\n  Put 'em on the motherfucking\n  Table, cut em open, autopsy\n  T-shirt, RIP i just want my bitches to\n  Give my bitches kisses\n  All I smoke is ralph, boy\n  Your mid-shit different\n  This bitch think I love her\n  Girl you really tripping\n  Boy I'm Michael Jordan\n  You just Scotty Pippen pistol explode\n  Hot shells make him shake like\n  He's having a seizure look inside up\n  My name is Louie\n  But for some reason they call me Tony\n  Hitters come through\n  And delete all that shit Shawty\n  Straight erase 'em, couple pesos\n  Yeah we made the news ball like Vegas boo\n  I am Booaglo fonem hit them up, he invisible\n  Shit get critical\n  And my brother is Obama, it's political\n  Can't do the dash, cause that shit digital\n  And the feds is watching\n  Bitches hella jocking, I be hella beaming\n  Man I fucked they bitch\n  They be hella steaming\n  I'm king, I'm dreaming till I meet Selena\n  Till I meet Selena\n"},{"id":12582628,"name":"Live And Die In Chicago","trackName":"Live And Die In Chicago","artistName":"King Louie","albumName":"Tony","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I Smoke dope with the riders\nDoors slide when we ride up\nStay inside or get fired up\nTo live & die in Chicago\nGreen light it's a go, if I tell'em to blow\nI keep that metal close\nThat's how we ride in Chicago\n\nI Smoke dope with the riders\nDoors slide when we ride up\nStay inside or get fired up\nTo live & die in Chicago\nGreen light it's a go, if I tell'em to blow\nI keep that metal close\n\nThat's how we ride in Chicago\n\nI was raised in Chicago. I got paid in Chicago. MUBU\nOut of town getting count(...) amount then it's back to Chicago. WOO\nBeen to Paris, LA, NY to A to (...Louis is saying those places are all great but still not like Chicago.) but they not like Chicago. When (...) poetic\nNiggas turnin in to bitches like Chicago. I'll mail'em a hallow. BOOM BOOM\nPay hits, them hittas will be at your address to see you tomorrow. Next day air!\nFlexin cuttin up they callin me Zorrow. WOO\nShe got some explainin to do. Yo boo keep callin me Ricky Ricardo. LUCY\nI be feen on shawty, all I need is more weed. I get money like Marlo. TONY\nMy name is Louie but they call me Tony the God of Chicago\n\nGot drillers for hittas. Some real cool ass niggas that ride just like Tahoe\nD.E.A they know know\nA Day to live & die in Chicago\n\nI Smoke dope with the riders\nDoors slide when we ride up\nStay inside or get fired up\n\nTo live & die in Chicago\nGreen light it's a go, if I tell'em to blow\nI keep that metal close\nThat's how we ride in Chicago\n\nThey say you can make it anywhere, if you make it in Chicago.CHIRAQ\nSo don't take offense when I speak about murders & bitches etcetera. MOVIE\nI'm just speakin Chicago. WOO\nThe media people just eat it up, but really we run. MUBU\nNiggas be frontin, they move knowin they can't even come to Chicago, and they from\nChicago\nMurder capi of America, no murder rate like Chicago\nMy city influenced my country. Can't get away from Chicago.CAN'T\n\nThey ask me Louie is you go leave, NO I'm go stay in Chicago\nI'm the heart of Chicago. I go hard for Chicago\nBig Poppa in my city. Get popped in my city. 2Pac of Chicago\nBut I'm still alive though, turn a white-T piru. WOO\nDon't come to Chicago. You'll get lost in Chicago\n\nI Smoke dope with the riders\nDoors slide when we ride up\nStay inside or get fired up\nTo live & die in Chicago\nGreen light it's a go, if I tell'em to blow\nI keep that metal close\nThat's how we ride in Chicago","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.59] (Smylez on the beat, man)\n[00:17.24] I smoke dope with the riders\n[00:19.77] Doors slide when we ride up\n[00:21.76] Stay inside or get fired up\n[00:23.75] To live and die in Chicago\n[00:25.93] Green light, it's a go\n[00:27.95] If I tell them to blow\n[00:29.84] I keep that metal close\n[00:31.80] That's how we ride in Chicago\n[00:33.96] I smoke dope with the riders\n[00:36.07] Doors slide when we ride up\n[00:38.12] Stay inside or get fired up\n[00:40.28] To live and die in Chicago\n[00:42.45] Green light, it's a go\n[00:44.71] If I tell them to blow\n[00:46.63] I keep that metal close\n[00:48.41] That's how we ride in Chicago\n[00:50.87] I was made in Chicago\n[00:52.99] I got paid in Chicago (MUBU)\n[00:55.09] Out of town gettin', countin' profusious amounts\n[00:57.09] Then it's back to Chicago (whoo)\n[00:59.12] Been to Paris, LA, NY to A, to me, they all great\n[01:03.33] But they not like Chicago\n[01:05.59] When them TECs get poetic\n[01:06.75] Niggas turn into bitches like Chicago\n[01:09.24] I'll mail 'em a hollow\n[01:11.81] Pay hits, them hittas'll be at your address to see you tomorrow (next day air)\n[01:16.10] Flexin', cuttin' up, they callin' me Zorro\n[01:20.02] She got some explainin' to do\n[01:21.78] Yo boo callin' me Ricky Ricardo (Lucy)\n[01:24.05] I be flee on shawty\n[01:25.42] All I need is more weed, I get money like Marlo (Tony)\n[01:28.31] My name is Louie but they call me Tony the God of Chicago\n[01:32.62] Got drillers for hittas\n[01:33.89] Some real cool-ass niggas that ride just like Tahoe\n[01:36.37] DOA, ain't no almost, to live and die in Chicago\n[01:40.95] I smoke dope with the riders\n[01:43.14] Doors slide when we ride up\n[01:45.11] Stay inside or get fired up\n[01:47.15] To live and die in Chicago\n[01:49.30] Green light, it's a go\n[01:51.38] If I tell them to blow\n[01:53.46] I keep that metal close\n[01:55.38] That's how we ride in Chicago\n[01:57.54] I smoke dope with the riders\n[01:59.68] Doors slide when we ride up\n[02:01.72] Stay inside or get fired up\n[02:03.65] To live and die in Chicago\n[02:05.96] Green light, it's a go\n[02:08.01] If I tell them to blow\n[02:10.15] I keep that metal close\n[02:11.85] That's how we ride in Chicago\n[02:14.43] They say you can make it anywhere, if you made it in Chicago (Chiraq)\n[02:18.69] So don't take offense when I speak about murders and bitches, etcetera (movie)\n[02:22.64] I'm just speakin' Chicago\n[02:24.79] The media people just eat it up, but really, we run Chicago (MUBU)\n[02:29.22] Niggas be frontin', they move knowin' they can't even come to Chicago\n[02:33.34] And they from Chicago\n[02:35.18] Murder capi' of America, no murder rate like Chicago\n[02:39.45] My city influenced my country, can't get away from Chicago (can't)\n[02:43.53] They ask me, \"Louie, you gon' leave?\" No, I'm gon' stay in Chicago\n[02:47.73] I'm the heart of Chicago, I go hard for Chicago\n[02:52.18] Big Pop' of my city, get popped in my city, 2Pac of Chicago\n[02:56.15] But I'm still alive though, turn a white tee Piru\n[03:00.25] Don't you come to Chicago, you'll get lost in Chicago\n[03:04.27] I smoke dope with the riders\n[03:06.42] Doors slide when we ride up\n[03:08.51] Stay inside or get fired up\n[03:10.41] To live and die in Chicago\n[03:12.74] Green light, it's a go\n[03:14.76] If I tell them to blow\n[03:16.72] I keep that metal close\n[03:18.82] That's how we ride in Chicago\n[03:20.93] I smoke dope with the riders\n[03:23.11] Doors slide when we ride up\n[03:25.17] Stay inside or get fired up\n[03:27.22] To live and die in Chicago\n[03:29.53] Green light, it's a go\n[03:31.53] If I tell them to blow\n[03:33.48] I keep that metal close\n[03:35.45] That's how we 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Doors slide when we ride up\n  Stay inside or get fired up\n  To live & die in Chicago\n  Green light it's a go, if I tell'em to blow\n  I keep that metal close\n\n  That's how we ride in Chicago\n\n  I was raised in Chicago. I got paid in Chicago. MUBU\n  Out of town getting count(...) amount then it's back to Chicago. WOO\n  Been to Paris, LA, NY to A to (...Louis is saying those places are all great but still not like Chicago.) but they not like Chicago. When (...) poetic\n  Niggas turnin in to bitches like Chicago. I'll mail'em a hallow. BOOM BOOM\n  Pay hits, them hittas will be at your address to see you tomorrow. Next day air!\n  Flexin cuttin up they callin me Zorrow. WOO\n  She got some explainin to do. Yo boo keep callin me Ricky Ricardo. LUCY\n  I be feen on shawty, all I need is more weed. I get money like Marlo. TONY\n  My name is Louie but they call me Tony the God of Chicago\n\n  Got drillers for hittas. 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