[{"id":2520088,"name":"Rikers Island","trackName":"Rikers Island","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Rikers Island / Rhyme Tyme","duration":337.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\nYou do the crime, you're payin the price\nCause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\nSnatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\nIf you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\nGo out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\nCause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nJust to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\nThis is a jungle where the murderers mingle\nThis ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\nWhether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\nCause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\nWith a real nice device that's called a sock lock\nDon't ever get caught in a crime my friend\nCause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\nThey have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\nRazors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\nPosses will devour, punks with power\nAfter the shower it's, rush hour\nSo watch your back before you get sacked\nThese a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\nIf you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\nCause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nC-74, adolescents at war\nPut your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\nThey take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\nAll eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\nIf you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\nAnd God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\nSome try to be hard, front and say I'm God\nDon't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n(Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\nHe'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\nInside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\nSomeone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\nUse your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\nNever 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\nIf you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\nAnd scared as a mouse in a house of pain\nSo to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\nMove your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\nYou might be coolin, you might be stylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nIf you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\nPolice investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\nBut don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\nWhether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\nThe way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\nCheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\nSo keep your money pilin, keep profilin\nCause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rikers Island\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: Rikers Island / Rhyme Tyme\n  duration_ms: 337000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\n  You do the crime, you're payin the price\n  Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\n  Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\n  If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\n  Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\n  Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\n  This is a jungle where the murderers mingle\n  This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\n  Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\n  Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\n  With a real nice device that's called a sock lock\n  Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend\n  Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\n  They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\n  Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\n  Posses will devour, punks with power\n  After the shower it's, rush hour\n  So watch your back before you get sacked\n  These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\n  If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\n  Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  C-74, adolescents at war\n  Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\n  They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\n  All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\n  If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\n  And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\n  Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God\n  Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n  (Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\n  He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\n  Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\n  Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\n  Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\n  Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\n  If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\n  And scared as a mouse in a house of pain\n  So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\n  Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\n  You might be coolin, you might be stylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\n  Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\n  But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\n  Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\n  The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\n  Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\n  So keep your money pilin, keep profilin\n  Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island\n"},{"id":20091343,"name":"Rikers Island","trackName":"Rikers Island","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","duration":344.253333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\nYou do the crime, you're payin the price\nCause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\nSnatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\nIf you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\nGo out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\nCause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nJust to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\nThis is a jungle where the murderers mingle\nThis ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\nWhether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\nCause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\nWith a real nice device that's called a sock lock\nDon't ever get caught in a crime my friend\nCause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\nThey have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\nRazors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\nPosses will devour, punks with power\nAfter the shower it's, rush hour\nSo watch your back before you get sacked\nThese a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\nIf you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\nCause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nC-74, adolescents at war\nPut your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\nThey take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\nAll eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\nIf you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\nAnd God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\nSome try to be hard, front and say I'm God\nDon't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n(Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\nHe'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\nInside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\nSomeone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\nUse your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\nNever 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\nIf you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\nAnd scared as a mouse in a house of pain\nSo to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\nMove your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\nYou might be coolin, you might be stylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nIf you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\nPolice investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\nBut don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\nWhether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\nThe way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\nCheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\nSo keep your money pilin, keep profilin\nCause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rikers Island\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 344253\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\n  You do the crime, you're payin the price\n  Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\n  Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\n  If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\n  Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\n  Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\n  This is a jungle where the murderers mingle\n  This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\n  Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\n  Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\n  With a real nice device that's called a sock lock\n  Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend\n  Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\n  They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\n  Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\n  Posses will devour, punks with power\n  After the shower it's, rush hour\n  So watch your back before you get sacked\n  These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\n  If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\n  Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  C-74, adolescents at war\n  Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\n  They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\n  All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\n  If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\n  And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\n  Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God\n  Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n  (Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\n  He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\n  Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\n  Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\n  Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\n  Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\n  If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\n  And scared as a mouse in a house of pain\n  So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\n  Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\n  You might be coolin, you might be stylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\n  Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\n  But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\n  Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\n  The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\n  Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\n  So keep your money pilin, keep profilin\n  Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island\n"},{"id":19279653,"name":"Rikers Island","trackName":"Rikers Island","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Rated XXX","duration":333.949388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\nYou do the crime, you're payin the price\nCause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\nSnatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\nIf you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\nGo out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\nCause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nJust to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\nThis is a jungle where the murderers mingle\nThis ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\nWhether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\nCause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\nWith a real nice device that's called a sock lock\nDon't ever get caught in a crime my friend\nCause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\nThey have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\nRazors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\nPosses will devour, punks with power\nAfter the shower it's, rush hour\nSo watch your back before you get sacked\nThese a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\nIf you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\nCause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nC-74, adolescents at war\nPut your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\nThey take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\nAll eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\nIf you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\nAnd God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\nSome try to be hard, front and say I'm God\nDon't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n(Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\nHe'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\nInside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\nSomeone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\nUse your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\nNever 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\nIf you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\nAnd scared as a mouse in a house of pain\nSo to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\nMove your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\nYou might be coolin, you might be stylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nIf you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\nPolice investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\nBut don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\nWhether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\nThe way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\nCheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\nSo keep your money pilin, keep profilin\nCause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rikers Island\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: Rated XXX\n  duration_ms: 333949\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\n  You do the crime, you're payin the price\n  Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\n  Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\n  If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\n  Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\n  Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\n  This is a jungle where the murderers mingle\n  This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\n  Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\n  Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\n  With a real nice device that's called a sock lock\n  Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend\n  Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\n  They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\n  Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\n  Posses will devour, punks with power\n  After the shower it's, rush hour\n  So watch your back before you get sacked\n  These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\n  If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\n  Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  C-74, adolescents at war\n  Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\n  They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\n  All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\n  If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\n  And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\n  Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God\n  Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n  (Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\n  He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\n  Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\n  Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\n  Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\n  Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\n  If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\n  And scared as a mouse in a house of pain\n  So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\n  Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\n  You might be coolin, you might be stylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\n  Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\n  But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\n  Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\n  The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\n  Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\n  So keep your money pilin, keep profilin\n  Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island\n"},{"id":18767018,"name":"Rikers Island","trackName":"Rikers Island","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","duration":334.064542,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\nYou do the crime, you're payin the price\nCause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\nSnatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\nIf you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\nGo out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\nCause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nJust to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\nThis is a jungle where the murderers mingle\nThis ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\nWhether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\nCause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\nWith a real nice device that's called a sock lock\nDon't ever get caught in a crime my friend\nCause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\nThey have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\nRazors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\nPosses will devour, punks with power\nAfter the shower it's, rush hour\nSo watch your back before you get sacked\nThese a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\nIf you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\nCause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nC-74, adolescents at war\nPut your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\nThey take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\nAll eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\nIf you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\nAnd God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\nSome try to be hard, front and say I'm God\nDon't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n(Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\nHe'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\nInside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\nSomeone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\nUse your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\nNever 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\nIf you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\nAnd scared as a mouse in a house of pain\nSo to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\nMove your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\nYou might be coolin, you might be stylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nIf you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\nPolice investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\nBut don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\nWhether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\nThe way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\nCheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\nSo keep your money pilin, keep profilin\nCause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rikers Island\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 334065\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\n  You do the crime, you're payin the price\n  Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\n  Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\n  If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\n  Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\n  Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\n  This is a jungle where the murderers mingle\n  This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\n  Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\n  Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\n  With a real nice device that's called a sock lock\n  Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend\n  Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\n  They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\n  Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\n  Posses will devour, punks with power\n  After the shower it's, rush hour\n  So watch your back before you get sacked\n  These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\n  If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\n  Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  C-74, adolescents at war\n  Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\n  They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\n  All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\n  If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\n  And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\n  Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God\n  Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n  (Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\n  He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\n  Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\n  Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\n  Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\n  Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\n  If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\n  And scared as a mouse in a house of pain\n  So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\n  Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\n  You might be coolin, you might be stylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\n  Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\n  But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\n  Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\n  The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\n  Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\n  So keep your money pilin, keep profilin\n  Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island\n"},{"id":20475640,"name":"Rikers Island","trackName":"Rikers Island","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead Or Alive (Disc 1)","duration":333.374694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\nYou do the crime, you're payin the price\nCause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\nSnatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\nIf you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\nGo out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\nCause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nJust to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\nThis is a jungle where the murderers mingle\nThis ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\nWhether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\nCause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\nWith a real nice device that's called a sock lock\nDon't ever get caught in a crime my friend\nCause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\nThey have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\nRazors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\nPosses will devour, punks with power\nAfter the shower it's, rush hour\nSo watch your back before you get sacked\nThese a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\nIf you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\nCause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nC-74, adolescents at war\nPut your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\nThey take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\nAll eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\nIf you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\nAnd God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\nSome try to be hard, front and say I'm God\nDon't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n(Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\nHe'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\nInside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\nSomeone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\nUse your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\nNever 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\nIf you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\nAnd scared as a mouse in a house of pain\nSo to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\nMove your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\nYou might be coolin, you might be stylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nIf you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\nPolice investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\nBut don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\nWhether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\nThe way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\nCheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\nSo keep your money pilin, keep profilin\nCause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rikers Island\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead Or Alive (Disc 1)'\n  duration_ms: 333375\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\n  You do the crime, you're payin the price\n  Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\n  Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\n  If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\n  Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\n  Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\n  This is a jungle where the murderers mingle\n  This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\n  Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\n  Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\n  With a real nice device that's called a sock lock\n  Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend\n  Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\n  They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\n  Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\n  Posses will devour, punks with power\n  After the shower it's, rush hour\n  So watch your back before you get sacked\n  These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\n  If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\n  Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  C-74, adolescents at war\n  Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\n  They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\n  All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\n  If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\n  And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\n  Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God\n  Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n  (Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\n  He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\n  Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\n  Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\n  Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\n  Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\n  If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\n  And scared as a mouse in a house of pain\n  So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\n  Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\n  You might be coolin, you might be stylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\n  Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\n  But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\n  Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\n  The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\n  Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\n  So keep your money pilin, keep profilin\n  Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island\n"},{"id":22104443,"name":"Rikers Island","trackName":"Rikers Island","artistName":"Kool G Rap & Dj Polo","albumName":"Ego Trip's Greatest Hip Hop Singles: 1987","duration":335.0204079,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\nYou do the crime, you're payin the price\nCause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\nSnatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\nIf you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\nGo out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\nCause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nJust to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\nThis is a jungle where the murderers mingle\nThis ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\nWhether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\nCause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\nWith a real nice device that's called a sock lock\nDon't ever get caught in a crime my friend\nCause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\nThey have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\nRazors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\nPosses will devour, punks with power\nAfter the shower it's, rush hour\nSo watch your back before you get sacked\nThese a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\nIf you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\nCause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nC-74, adolescents at war\nPut your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\nThey take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\nAll eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\nIf you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\nAnd God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\nSome try to be hard, front and say I'm God\nDon't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n(Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\nHe'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\nInside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\nSomeone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\nUse your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\nNever 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\nIf you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\nAnd scared as a mouse in a house of pain\nSo to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\nMove your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\nYou might be coolin, you might be stylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nIf you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\nPolice investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\nBut don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\nWhether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\nThe way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\nCheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\nSo keep your money pilin, keep profilin\nCause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rikers Island\n  artist: Kool G Rap & Dj Polo\n  album: 'Ego Trip''s Greatest Hip Hop Singles: 1987'\n  duration_ms: 335020\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\n  You do the crime, you're payin the price\n  Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\n  Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\n  If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\n  Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\n  Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\n  This is a jungle where the murderers mingle\n  This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\n  Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\n  Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\n  With a real nice device that's called a sock lock\n  Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend\n  Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\n  They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\n  Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\n  Posses will devour, punks with power\n  After the shower it's, rush hour\n  So watch your back before you get sacked\n  These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\n  If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\n  Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  C-74, adolescents at war\n  Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\n  They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\n  All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\n  If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\n  And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\n  Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God\n  Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n  (Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\n  He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\n  Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\n  Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\n  Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\n  Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\n  If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\n  And scared as a mouse in a house of pain\n  So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\n  Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\n  You might be coolin, you might be stylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\n  Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\n  But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\n  Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\n  The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\n  Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\n  So keep your money pilin, keep profilin\n  Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island\n"},{"id":24413099,"name":"Rikers Island","trackName":"Rikers Island","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Killer Kuts","duration":335.046531,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\nYou do the crime, you're payin the price\nCause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\nSnatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\nIf you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\nGo out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\nCause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nJust to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\nThis is a jungle where the murderers mingle\nThis ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\nWhether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\nCause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\nWith a real nice device that's called a sock lock\nDon't ever get caught in a crime my friend\nCause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\nThey have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\nRazors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\nPosses will devour, punks with power\nAfter the shower it's, rush hour\nSo watch your back before you get sacked\nThese a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\nIf you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\nCause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nC-74, adolescents at war\nPut your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\nThey take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\nAll eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\nIf you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\nAnd God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\nSome try to be hard, front and say I'm God\nDon't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n(Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\nHe'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\nInside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\nSomeone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\nUse your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\nNever 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\nIf you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\nAnd scared as a mouse in a house of pain\nSo to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\nMove your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\nYou might be coolin, you might be stylin\nBut you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\nIf you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\nPolice investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\nBut don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\nWhether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\nThe way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\nCheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\nSo keep your money pilin, keep profilin\nCause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rikers Island\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: Killer Kuts\n  duration_ms: 335047\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice\n  You do the crime, you're payin the price\n  Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block\n  Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock\n  If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest\n  Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest\n  Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle\n  This is a jungle where the murderers mingle\n  This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you\n  Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue\n  Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock\n  With a real nice device that's called a sock lock\n  Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend\n  Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn\n  They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates\n  Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates\n  Posses will devour, punks with power\n  After the shower it's, rush hour\n  So watch your back before you get sacked\n  These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack\n  If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n\n  Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  C-74, adolescents at war\n  Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar\n  They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage\n  All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage\n  If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef\n  And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth\n  Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God\n  Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared\n  (Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary\n  He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary\n  Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom\n  Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon\n  Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump\n  Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped\n  If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame\n  And scared as a mouse in a house of pain\n  So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop\n  Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock\n  You might be coolin, you might be stylin\n  But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND\n\n  If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo\n  Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo\n  But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing\n  Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing\n  The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile\n  Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while\n  So keep your money pilin, keep profilin\n  Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island\n"}]