[{"id":23644369,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Lil.Wayne-The.Carter.Retail-(2004)-[NoFS]","duration":298.527347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R.\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Lil.Wayne-The.Carter.Retail-(2004)-[NoFS]\n  duration_ms: 298527\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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158940\n  end_ms: 160010\n- text: My speeches can kill\n  start_ms: 160010\n  end_ms: 161180\n- text: Rest In Peace!\n  start_ms: 161180\n  end_ms: 162500\n- text: (Baby talking)\n  start_ms: 162500\n  end_ms: 163200\n- text: Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  start_ms: 163200\n  end_ms: 165090\n- text: If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  start_ms: 165090\n  end_ms: 167220\n- text: If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  start_ms: 167220\n  end_ms: 169530\n- text: And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  start_ms: 169530\n  end_ms: 172780\n- text: Order bitch, ya underdig\n  start_ms: 172780\n  end_ms: 174650\n- text: Put ya prints in nigga\n  start_ms: 174650\n  end_ms: 176340\n- text: Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n  start_ms: 176340\n  end_ms: 178600\n- text: (Weezy-talking)\n  start_ms: 178600\n  end_ms: 179290\n- text: Let me get it back\n  start_ms: 179290\n  end_ms: 180020\n- text: HEY... 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Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":6229851,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"The Carter","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah shorty you know what I'm talking about\nI'm peeping these niggas out there slipping, looking like\nThey ain't 'bout money no more man, so uh fuck\nYou know what we gon' do huh, what we been doing ha nigga\nWe gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot more and say fuck 'em nigga\nKeep buying shit, keep fucking hoes\nLoading up on more bitches\nThen you know what I'm saying, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never getting full\nI'm full-blooded with this grind\nYeah they don't understand little nigga\n\nMurder capital only key to survive is kill\nIf the elements don't murder you the riders will for real\nAnd niggas know I go hard to the fullest\nGet involved and I got 'em playing dodge ball with bullets\nYeah, I got the sawed-off fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy (pussy ass nigga)\nHa, we hit 'em up while they're looking\nAnd them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him (that's what I'm talking about)\n\nDamn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em\nKnock his top to his bottom jack\nYeah, you see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map\nLil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at\nYou gotta wear your extra condom and a extra gat\nYour bitch can get it for acting like a man\nAnd niggas in Pakistan ain't packing like your man\nI backwards hand your man on command\n\nIn front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan\nI'm on hot, I adjust in different climates\nDucking the animal keeper running with my primates\nYou ain't did it 'til you done it like in five states\nWeezy hustle no blubber I put on weight\nAnd in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more\nLose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks\nYou don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par\nWhat the fuck they play it in the club for\n\nReal shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war\nNo religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord\nFather forgive 'em for they know not who they're pushing Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send 'em to you Lord\nI'm just trying dodge the shots they send to the God\nThey're riding up highway to heaven boulevard\nDamn, them niggas pussy and jive\nNot even in a eye exam, they ain't looking for I\nThe A and the K will make your face crook to the side\n\nNow when you're smiling everybody gotta look from the side\n'Cause when you wilding you ain't looking you're just looking high\nAnd when we're hungry you look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard\nCherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit buster\nWhat up, Gizzle? You're my distant brother\nReal shit, nigga, same father, different mother\nI skip the fronting and stick to keeping it trill\nYou not know me for nothing other I'm something other\nThan people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill, rest in peace\n\nYeah, you under-dig, shorty? It's all about one thing nigga\nIf you're 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us\nIf you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga\nAnd whatever you're 'bout, we're 'bout it\nHowever you wanna get, we can give it to you, nigga\nAll runners, bitch, you under-dig? Put your prints in, nigga\nPut your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll\n\nYou sleep in the field for trying the dude\nI'll bust your head to the meat turn your mind to food\nFood for thought, think I ain't lying to you\nI lie his body in grease, set fire to 'em\nI tie his body in sheets put the tires to 'em\nMake 'em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades\nDamn! I'm the heat in the blaze\n\nAnd niggas keep their ways when I'm in the streets with blay what!\nMy nigga hungry he'll eat the plate\nAnd if I ask the homeboy'll eat your face, yeah!\nAnd though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table\nI keep the eight, my side pocket side ways\nWhen I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days\nBirdman talk to 'em\n\nYeah nigga, I tell 'em, I'll tell 'em again shorty\nIf it ain't 'bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga\n\nCheck my swag, I travel like sound dog\nYou play hard and I'm gravel like ground dog\nI'm underground, call me groundhog\nLay down laws, call the ground law\nDon't confuse me with the law, no\nBut just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R\nI ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga\nWith the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga\nFlip your vehicle, split your windshield\n\nWhack your baby momma but I'll let the kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\n'Cause the little nigga still ride on big wheels\nYou're feeling animal then come on and get killed\nThe Sig peel bandannas like bananas\n\nSay I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Cabana with my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop you man\nI man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land\nI'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana\nThat's the new plan\n\nYeah nigga, you're 'bout some money get at me nigga\nThat's the only way\nDumb shit we're 'bout that get at me you under-dig\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.37] Yeah shorty you know what I'm talking about\n[00:02.99] I'm peeping these niggas out there slipping, looking like\n[00:05.04] They ain't 'bout money no more man, so uh fuck\n[00:06.88] You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doing ha nigga\n[00:08.92] We gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot more and say fuck 'em nigga\n[00:11.35] Keep buying shit, keep fucking hoes\n[00:13.16] Loading up on more bitches\n[00:14.81] Then you know what I'm saying, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.26] I ain't never getting full\n[00:19.86] I'm full-blooded with this grind\n[00:21.13] Yeah they don't understand little nigga\n[00:23.29] Murder capital only key to survive is kill\n[00:26.45] If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real\n[00:30.19] And niggas know I go hard to the fullest\n[00:32.73] Get involved and I got 'em playing dodge ball with bullets\n[00:35.84] Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully\n[00:38.78] In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy (pussy ass nigga)\n[00:41.96] Ha, we hit 'em up while they're looking\n[00:44.64] And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him (that's what I'm talking about)\n[00:48.53] Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em\n[00:52.29] Knock his top to his bottom jack\n[00:54.35] Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.46] Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map\n[00:59.98] Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at\n[01:03.03] You gotta wear your extra condom and a extra gat\n[01:06.21] Your bitch can get it for acting like a man\n[01:08.81] And niggas in Pakistan ain't packing like your man\n[01:12.04] I backwards hand your man on command\n[01:14.47] In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan\n[01:18.13] I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.72] Ducking the animal keeper running with my primates\n[01:24.23] You ain't did it 'til you done it like in five states\n[01:27.11] Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight\n[01:30.27] And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more\n[01:32.92] Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks\n[01:36.33] You don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par\n[01:39.84] What the fuck they play it in the club for\n[01:42.28] Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war\n[01:45.16] No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord\n[01:48.29] Father forgive 'em for they know not who they're pushing Lord\n[01:50.95] Father forgive me if I have to send 'em to you Lord\n[01:54.19] I'm just trying dodge the shots they send to the God\n[01:57.37] They're riding up highway to heaven boulevard\n[02:00.28] Damn, them niggas pussy and jive\n[02:02.58] Not even in a eye exam, they ain't looking for I\n[02:05.51] The A and the K will make your face crook to the side\n[02:08.43] Now when you're smiling everybody gotta look from the side\n[02:11.57] 'Cause when you wilding you ain't looking you're just looking high\n[02:14.47] And when we're hungry you look like pie\n[02:16.97] Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard\n[02:20.62] Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit buster\n[02:24.14] What up, Gizzle? You're my distant brother\n[02:26.73] Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother\n[02:30.17] I skip the fronting and stick to keeping it trill\n[02:33.02] You not know me for nothing other I'm something other\n[02:36.55] Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills\n[02:39.99] My speeches can kill, rest in peace\n[02:42.64] Yeah, you under-dig, shorty? It's all about one thing nigga\n[02:45.59] If you're 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us\n[02:47.66] If you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga\n[02:49.97] And whatever you're 'bout, we're 'bout it\n[02:51.31] However you wanna get, we can give it to you, nigga\n[02:53.28] All runners, bitch, you under-dig? Put your prints in, nigga\n[02:56.28] Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll\n[02:59.90] You sleep in the field for trying the dude\n[03:02.52] I'll bust your head to the meat turn your mind to food\n[03:05.70] Food for thought, think I ain't lying to you\n[03:08.32] I lie his body in grease, set fire to 'em\n[03:11.60] I tie his body in sheets put the tires to 'em\n[03:14.56] Make 'em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades\n[03:18.12] Damn! 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You're my distant brother\n  Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother\n  I skip the fronting and stick to keeping it trill\n  You not know me for nothing other I'm something other\n  Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill, rest in peace\n\n  Yeah, you under-dig, shorty? It's all about one thing nigga\n  If you're 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us\n  If you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga\n  And whatever you're 'bout, we're 'bout it\n  However you wanna get, we can give it to you, nigga\n  All runners, bitch, you under-dig? 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Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R.\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Tha Carter\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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179290\n  end_ms: 180020\n- text: HEY... 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I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":40817,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"lil wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter (Explicit Version)","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R.\n  artist: lil wayne\n  album: Tha Carter (Explicit Version)\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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HEY\n  start_ms: 180020\n  end_ms: 180380\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 180380\n  end_ms: 180950\n- text: U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  start_ms: 180950\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 183710\n- text: Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  start_ms: 183710\n  end_ms: 185220\n- text: Food fa thought\n  start_ms: 185220\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: THINK!\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 187170\n- text: I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  start_ms: 187170\n  end_ms: 188050\n- text: I'll lie his body in grease\n  start_ms: 188050\n  end_ms: 189440\n- text: Set fire to em'\n  start_ms: 189440\n  end_ms: 191010\n- text: I'll tie his body in sheets\n  start_ms: 191010\n  end_ms: 192550\n- text: Put tha tires to em'\n  start_ms: 192550\n  end_ms: 194000\n- text: Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  start_ms: 194000\n  end_ms: 195580\n- text: Put his feet in tha blades\n  start_ms: 195580\n  end_ms: 197160\n- text: DAMN!\n  start_ms: 197160\n  end_ms: 198380\n- text: I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  start_ms: 198380\n  end_ms: 199840\n- text: And niggaz keep they ways\n  start_ms: 199840\n  end_ms: 201380\n- text: When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  start_ms: 201380\n  end_ms: 202820\n- text: Watch...\n  start_ms: 202820\n  end_ms: 203650\n- text: My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  start_ms: 203650\n  end_ms: 205560\n- text: And if I ask tha homeboy\n  start_ms: 205560\n  end_ms: 207510\n- text: He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  start_ms: 207510\n  end_ms: 209150\n- text: And tho' he got me\n  start_ms: 209150\n  end_ms: 211150\n- text: U can ask\n  start_ms: 211150\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: I'm like a pool table\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 213080\n- text: I keep tha 8!\n  start_ms: 213080\n  end_ms: 215440\n- text: My side pocket--side wayz\n  start_ms: 215440\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: When I pop it\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 218320\n- text: Leave a nigga side wayz\n  start_ms: 218320\n  end_ms: 219440\n- text: Fa five days\n  start_ms: 219440\n  end_ms: 220480\n- text: Bird man talk\n  start_ms: 220480\n  end_ms: 221750\n- text: (Baby talking)\n  start_ms: 221750\n  end_ms: 222830\n- text: Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  start_ms: 222830\n  end_ms: 224030\n- text: If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n  start_ms: 224030\n  end_ms: 225580\n- text: (Weezy -talking)\n  start_ms: 225580\n  end_ms: 226350\n- text: Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":21068551,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter II","duration":330.6533329,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R.\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Tha Carter II\n  duration_ms: 330653\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":20096942,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter","duration":286.122125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R.\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Tha Carter\n  duration_ms: 286122\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":17670134,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"4:59","duration":298.48,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah shorty you know what I'm talking about\nI'm peeping these niggas out there slipping, looking like\nThey ain't 'bout money no more man, so uh fuck\nYou know what we gon' do huh, what we been doing ha nigga\nWe gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot more and say fuck 'em nigga\nKeep buying shit, keep fucking hoes\nLoading up on more bitches\nThen you know what I'm saying, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never getting full\nI'm full-blooded with this grind\nYeah they don't understand little nigga\n\nMurder capital only key to survive is kill\nIf the elements don't murder you the riders will for real\nAnd niggas know I go hard to the fullest\nGet involved and I got 'em playing dodge ball with bullets\nYeah, I got the sawed-off fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy (pussy ass nigga)\nHa, we hit 'em up while they're looking\nAnd them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him (that's what I'm talking about)\n\nDamn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em\nKnock his top to his bottom jack\nYeah, you see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map\nLil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at\nYou gotta wear your extra condom and a extra gat\nYour bitch can get it for acting like a man\nAnd niggas in Pakistan ain't packing like your man\nI backwards hand your man on command\n\nIn front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan\nI'm on hot, I adjust in different climates\nDucking the animal keeper running with my primates\nYou ain't did it 'til you done it like in five states\nWeezy hustle no blubber I put on weight\nAnd in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more\nLose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks\nYou don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par\nWhat the fuck they play it in the club for\n\nReal shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war\nNo religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord\nFather forgive 'em for they know not who they're pushing Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send 'em to you Lord\nI'm just trying dodge the shots they send to the God\nThey're riding up highway to heaven boulevard\nDamn, them niggas pussy and jive\nNot even in a eye exam, they ain't looking for I\nThe A and the K will make your face crook to the side\n\nNow when you're smiling everybody gotta look from the side\n'Cause when you wilding you ain't looking you're just looking high\nAnd when we're hungry you look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard\nCherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit buster\nWhat up, Gizzle? You're my distant brother\nReal shit, nigga, same father, different mother\nI skip the fronting and stick to keeping it trill\nYou not know me for nothing other I'm something other\nThan people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill, rest in peace\n\nYeah, you under-dig, shorty? It's all about one thing nigga\nIf you're 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us\nIf you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga\nAnd whatever you're 'bout, we're 'bout it\nHowever you wanna get, we can give it to you, nigga\nAll runners, bitch, you under-dig? Put your prints in, nigga\nPut your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll\n\nYou sleep in the field for trying the dude\nI'll bust your head to the meat turn your mind to food\nFood for thought, think I ain't lying to you\nI lie his body in grease, set fire to 'em\nI tie his body in sheets put the tires to 'em\nMake 'em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades\nDamn! I'm the heat in the blaze\n\nAnd niggas keep their ways when I'm in the streets with blay what!\nMy nigga hungry he'll eat the plate\nAnd if I ask the homeboy'll eat your face, yeah!\nAnd though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table\nI keep the eight, my side pocket side ways\nWhen I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days\nBirdman talk to 'em\n\nYeah nigga, I tell 'em, I'll tell 'em again shorty\nIf it ain't 'bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga\n\nCheck my swag, I travel like sound dog\nYou play hard and I'm gravel like ground dog\nI'm underground, call me groundhog\nLay down laws, call the ground law\nDon't confuse me with the law, no\nBut just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R\nI ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga\nWith the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga\nFlip your vehicle, split your windshield\n\nWhack your baby momma but I'll let the kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\n'Cause the little nigga still ride on big wheels\nYou're feeling animal then come on and get killed\nThe Sig peel bandannas like bananas\n\nSay I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Cabana with my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop you man\nI man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land\nI'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana\nThat's the new plan\n\nYeah nigga, you're 'bout some money get at me nigga\nThat's the only way\nDumb shit we're 'bout that get at me you under-dig\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] Yeah shorty you know what I'm talking about\n[00:02.68] I'm peeping these niggas out there slipping, looking like\n[00:04.43] They ain't 'bout money no more man, so uh fuck\n[00:06.56] You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doing ha nigga\n[00:08.85] We gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot more and say fuck 'em nigga\n[00:11.39] Keep buying shit, keep fucking hoes\n[00:13.62] Loading up on more bitches\n[00:15.36] Then you know what I'm saying, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.17] I ain't never getting full\n[00:19.85] I'm full-blooded with this grind\n[00:20.86] Yeah they don't understand little nigga\n[00:23.40] Murder capital only key to survive is kill\n[00:26.47] If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real\n[00:30.23] And niggas know I go hard to the fullest\n[00:32.60] Get involved and I got 'em playing dodge ball with bullets\n[00:36.47] Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully\n[00:38.75] In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy (pussy ass nigga)\n[00:42.32] Ha, we hit 'em up while they're looking\n[00:44.70] And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him (that's what I'm talking about)\n[00:48.35] Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em\n[00:52.11] Knock his top to his bottom jack\n[00:54.47] Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.61] Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map\n[01:00.16] Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at\n[01:03.28] You gotta wear your extra condom and a extra gat\n[01:06.30] Your bitch can get it for acting like a man\n[01:08.77] And niggas in Pakistan ain't packing like your man\n[01:12.21] I backwards hand your man on command\n[01:14.73] In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan\n[01:18.22] I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.82] Ducking the animal keeper running with my primates\n[01:24.38] You ain't did it 'til you done it like in five states\n[01:27.70] Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight\n[01:30.25] And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more\n[01:33.05] Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks\n[01:36.45] You don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par\n[01:39.85] What the fuck they play it in the club for\n[01:42.38] Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.92] No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord\n[01:48.12] Father forgive 'em for they know not who they're pushing Lord\n[01:51.23] Father forgive me if I have to send 'em to you Lord\n[01:54.28] I'm just trying dodge the shots they send to the God\n[01:57.23] They're riding up highway to heaven boulevard\n[01:59.90] Damn, them niggas pussy and jive\n[02:02.42] Not even in a eye exam, they ain't looking for I\n[02:05.43] The A and the K will make your face crook to the side\n[02:08.48] Now when you're smiling everybody gotta look from the side\n[02:11.47] 'Cause when you wilding you ain't looking you're just looking high\n[02:14.45] And when we're hungry you look like pie\n[02:16.90] Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard\n[02:20.63] Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit buster\n[02:24.37] What up, Gizzle? You're my distant brother\n[02:26.67] Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother\n[02:30.25] I skip the fronting and stick to keeping it trill\n[02:33.23] You not know me for nothing other I'm something other\n[02:36.55] Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills\n[02:39.94] My speeches can kill, rest in peace\n[02:42.31] Yeah, you under-dig, shorty? It's all about one thing nigga\n[02:45.46] If you're 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us\n[02:47.47] If you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga\n[02:49.81] And whatever you're 'bout, we're 'bout it\n[02:51.18] However you wanna get, we can give it to you, nigga\n[02:53.05] All runners, bitch, you under-dig? 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I'm the heat in the blaze\n[03:20.53] And niggas keep their ways when I'm in the streets with blay what!\n[03:24.28] My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate\n[03:26.55] And if I ask the homeboy'll eat your face, yeah!\n[03:30.24] And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.60] I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways\n[03:37.99] When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days\n[03:41.02] Birdman talk to 'em\n[03:42.38] Yeah nigga, I tell 'em, I'll tell 'em again shorty\n[03:44.85] If it ain't 'bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga\n[03:48.32] Check my swag, I travel like sound dog\n[03:51.21] You play hard and I'm gravel like ground dog\n[03:54.12] I'm underground, call me groundhog\n[03:56.49] Lay down laws, call the ground law\n[03:58.87] Don't confuse me with the law, no\n[04:00.95] But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R\n[04:04.44] I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga\n[04:08.71] With the forty Cal 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It's all about one thing nigga\n  start_ms: 162310\n  end_ms: 165460\n- text: If you're 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us\n  start_ms: 165460\n  end_ms: 167470\n- text: If you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga\n  start_ms: 167470\n  end_ms: 169810\n- text: And whatever you're 'bout, we're 'bout it\n  start_ms: 169810\n  end_ms: 171180\n- text: However you wanna get, we can give it to you, nigga\n  start_ms: 171180\n  end_ms: 173050\n- text: All runners, bitch, you under-dig? 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play it in the club for\n\n  Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war\n  No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord\n  Father forgive 'em for they know not who they're pushing Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send 'em to you Lord\n  I'm just trying dodge the shots they send to the God\n  They're riding up highway to heaven boulevard\n  Damn, them niggas pussy and jive\n  Not even in a eye exam, they ain't looking for I\n  The A and the K will make your face crook to the side\n\n  Now when you're smiling everybody gotta look from the side\n  'Cause when you wilding you ain't looking you're just looking high\n  And when we're hungry you look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard\n  Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit buster\n  What up, Gizzle? You're my distant brother\n  Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother\n  I skip the fronting and stick to keeping it trill\n  You not know me for nothing other I'm something other\n  Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill, rest in peace\n\n  Yeah, you under-dig, shorty? It's all about one thing nigga\n  If you're 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us\n  If you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga\n  And whatever you're 'bout, we're 'bout it\n  However you wanna get, we can give it to you, nigga\n  All runners, bitch, you under-dig? Put your prints in, nigga\n  Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll\n\n  You sleep in the field for trying the dude\n  I'll bust your head to the meat turn your mind to food\n  Food for thought, think I ain't lying to you\n  I lie his body in grease, set fire to 'em\n  I tie his body in sheets put the tires to 'em\n  Make 'em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades\n  Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze\n\n  And niggas keep their ways when I'm in the streets with blay what!\n  My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate\n  And if I ask the homeboy'll eat your face, yeah!\n  And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table\n  I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways\n  When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days\n  Birdman talk to 'em\n\n  Yeah nigga, I tell 'em, I'll tell 'em again shorty\n  If it ain't 'bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga\n\n  Check my swag, I travel like sound dog\n  You play hard and I'm gravel like ground dog\n  I'm underground, call me groundhog\n  Lay down laws, call the ground law\n  Don't confuse me with the law, no\n  But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R\n  I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga\n  With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga\n  Flip your vehicle, split your windshield\n\n  Whack your baby momma but I'll let the kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  'Cause the little nigga still ride on big wheels\n  You're feeling animal then come on and get killed\n  The Sig peel bandannas like bananas\n\n  Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Cabana with my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop you man\n  I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land\n  I'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana\n  That's the new plan\n\n  Yeah nigga, you're 'bout some money get at me nigga\n  That's the only way\n  Dumb shit we're 'bout that get at me you under-dig\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":18789526,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter II Bonus Disc","duration":330.7102039,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R.\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Tha Carter II Bonus Disc\n  duration_ms: 330710\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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179290\n  end_ms: 180020\n- text: HEY... 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I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":18813014,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter (Screwed and Chopped)","duration":388.127347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R.\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Tha Carter (Screwed and Chopped)\n  duration_ms: 388127\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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HEY\n  start_ms: 180020\n  end_ms: 180380\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 180380\n  end_ms: 180950\n- text: U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  start_ms: 180950\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 183710\n- text: Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  start_ms: 183710\n  end_ms: 185220\n- text: Food fa thought\n  start_ms: 185220\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: THINK!\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 187170\n- text: I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  start_ms: 187170\n  end_ms: 188050\n- text: I'll lie his body in grease\n  start_ms: 188050\n  end_ms: 189440\n- text: Set fire to em'\n  start_ms: 189440\n  end_ms: 191010\n- text: I'll tie his body in sheets\n  start_ms: 191010\n  end_ms: 192550\n- text: Put tha tires to em'\n  start_ms: 192550\n  end_ms: 194000\n- text: Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  start_ms: 194000\n  end_ms: 195580\n- text: Put his feet in tha blades\n  start_ms: 195580\n  end_ms: 197160\n- text: DAMN!\n  start_ms: 197160\n  end_ms: 198380\n- text: I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  start_ms: 198380\n  end_ms: 199840\n- text: And niggaz keep they ways\n  start_ms: 199840\n  end_ms: 201380\n- text: When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  start_ms: 201380\n  end_ms: 202820\n- text: Watch...\n  start_ms: 202820\n  end_ms: 203650\n- text: My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  start_ms: 203650\n  end_ms: 205560\n- text: And if I ask tha homeboy\n  start_ms: 205560\n  end_ms: 207510\n- text: He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  start_ms: 207510\n  end_ms: 209150\n- text: And tho' he got me\n  start_ms: 209150\n  end_ms: 211150\n- text: U can ask\n  start_ms: 211150\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: I'm like a pool table\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 213080\n- text: I keep tha 8!\n  start_ms: 213080\n  end_ms: 215440\n- text: My side pocket--side wayz\n  start_ms: 215440\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: When I pop it\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 218320\n- text: Leave a nigga side wayz\n  start_ms: 218320\n  end_ms: 219440\n- text: Fa five days\n  start_ms: 219440\n  end_ms: 220480\n- text: Bird man talk\n  start_ms: 220480\n  end_ms: 221750\n- text: (Baby talking)\n  start_ms: 221750\n  end_ms: 222830\n- text: Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  start_ms: 222830\n  end_ms: 224030\n- text: If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n  start_ms: 224030\n  end_ms: 225580\n- text: (Weezy -talking)\n  start_ms: 225580\n  end_ms: 226350\n- text: Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":24245751,"name":"BM J.R","trackName":"BM J.R","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Tapemasters Inc. And The Empire-Who's Got The Crown?","duration":180.062041,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Tapemasters Inc. 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HEY\n  start_ms: 180020\n  end_ms: 180380\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 180380\n  end_ms: 180950\n- text: U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  start_ms: 180950\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 183710\n- text: Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  start_ms: 183710\n  end_ms: 185220\n- text: Food fa thought\n  start_ms: 185220\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: THINK!\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 187170\n- text: I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  start_ms: 187170\n  end_ms: 188050\n- text: I'll lie his body in grease\n  start_ms: 188050\n  end_ms: 189440\n- text: Set fire to em'\n  start_ms: 189440\n  end_ms: 191010\n- text: I'll tie his body in sheets\n  start_ms: 191010\n  end_ms: 192550\n- text: Put tha tires to em'\n  start_ms: 192550\n  end_ms: 194000\n- text: Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  start_ms: 194000\n  end_ms: 195580\n- text: Put his feet in tha blades\n  start_ms: 195580\n  end_ms: 197160\n- text: DAMN!\n  start_ms: 197160\n  end_ms: 198380\n- text: I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  start_ms: 198380\n  end_ms: 199840\n- text: And niggaz keep they ways\n  start_ms: 199840\n  end_ms: 201380\n- text: When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  start_ms: 201380\n  end_ms: 202820\n- text: Watch...\n  start_ms: 202820\n  end_ms: 203650\n- text: My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  start_ms: 203650\n  end_ms: 205560\n- text: And if I ask tha homeboy\n  start_ms: 205560\n  end_ms: 207510\n- text: He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  start_ms: 207510\n  end_ms: 209150\n- text: And tho' he got me\n  start_ms: 209150\n  end_ms: 211150\n- text: U can ask\n  start_ms: 211150\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: I'm like a pool table\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 213080\n- text: I keep tha 8!\n  start_ms: 213080\n  end_ms: 215440\n- text: My side pocket--side wayz\n  start_ms: 215440\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: When I pop it\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 218320\n- text: Leave a nigga side wayz\n  start_ms: 218320\n  end_ms: 219440\n- text: Fa five days\n  start_ms: 219440\n  end_ms: 220480\n- text: Bird man talk\n  start_ms: 220480\n  end_ms: 221750\n- text: (Baby talking)\n  start_ms: 221750\n  end_ms: 222830\n- text: Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  start_ms: 222830\n  end_ms: 224030\n- text: If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n  start_ms: 224030\n  end_ms: 225580\n- text: (Weezy -talking)\n  start_ms: 225580\n  end_ms: 226350\n- text: Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":23652103,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter, Vol. 2 [Deluxe Edition] Disc 2","duration":330.653,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R.\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2 [Deluxe Edition] Disc 2\n  duration_ms: 330653\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  start_ms: 107920\n  end_ms: 110830\n- text: Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  start_ms: 110830\n  end_ms: 113980\n- text: I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  start_ms: 113980\n  end_ms: 116930\n- text: They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  start_ms: 116930\n  end_ms: 119800\n- text: DAMN!\n  start_ms: 119800\n  end_ms: 120920\n- text: Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  start_ms: 120920\n  end_ms: 124030\n- text: They ain't lookin fa I.\n  start_ms: 124030\n  end_ms: 125480\n- text: Fa A and a K\n  start_ms: 125480\n  end_ms: 126670\n- text: I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  start_ms: 126670\n  end_ms: 128550\n- text: Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  start_ms: 128550\n  end_ms: 131590\n- text: Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  start_ms: 131590\n  end_ms: 133630\n- text: U jus lookin' High\n  start_ms: 133630\n  end_ms: 134570\n- text: And when we hungry, U 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HEY\n  start_ms: 180020\n  end_ms: 180380\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 180380\n  end_ms: 180950\n- text: U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  start_ms: 180950\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 183710\n- text: Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  start_ms: 183710\n  end_ms: 185220\n- text: Food fa thought\n  start_ms: 185220\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: THINK!\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 187170\n- text: I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  start_ms: 187170\n  end_ms: 188050\n- text: I'll lie his body in grease\n  start_ms: 188050\n  end_ms: 189440\n- text: Set fire to em'\n  start_ms: 189440\n  end_ms: 191010\n- text: I'll tie his body in sheets\n  start_ms: 191010\n  end_ms: 192550\n- text: Put tha tires to em'\n  start_ms: 192550\n  end_ms: 194000\n- text: Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  start_ms: 194000\n  end_ms: 195580\n- text: Put his feet in tha blades\n  start_ms: 195580\n  end_ms: 197160\n- text: DAMN!\n  start_ms: 197160\n  end_ms: 198380\n- text: I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  start_ms: 198380\n  end_ms: 199840\n- text: And niggaz keep they ways\n  start_ms: 199840\n  end_ms: 201380\n- text: When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  start_ms: 201380\n  end_ms: 202820\n- text: Watch...\n  start_ms: 202820\n  end_ms: 203650\n- text: My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  start_ms: 203650\n  end_ms: 205560\n- text: And if I ask tha homeboy\n  start_ms: 205560\n  end_ms: 207510\n- text: He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  start_ms: 207510\n  end_ms: 209150\n- text: And tho' he got me\n  start_ms: 209150\n  end_ms: 211150\n- text: U can ask\n  start_ms: 211150\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: I'm like a pool table\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 213080\n- text: I keep tha 8!\n  start_ms: 213080\n  end_ms: 215440\n- text: My side pocket--side wayz\n  start_ms: 215440\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: When I pop it\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 218320\n- text: Leave a nigga side wayz\n  start_ms: 218320\n  end_ms: 219440\n- text: Fa five days\n  start_ms: 219440\n  end_ms: 220480\n- text: Bird man talk\n  start_ms: 220480\n  end_ms: 221750\n- text: (Baby talking)\n  start_ms: 221750\n  end_ms: 222830\n- text: Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  start_ms: 222830\n  end_ms: 224030\n- text: If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n  start_ms: 224030\n  end_ms: 225580\n- text: (Weezy -talking)\n  start_ms: 225580\n  end_ms: 226350\n- text: Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":21569509,"name":"Bm J.R.","trackName":"Bm J.R.","artistName":"Lil' Wayne","albumName":"The Carter (Chopped By Big Bod","duration":374.439184,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bm J.R.\n  artist: Lil' Wayne\n  album: The Carter (Chopped By Big Bod\n  duration_ms: 374439\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  start_ms: 107920\n  end_ms: 110830\n- text: Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  start_ms: 110830\n  end_ms: 113980\n- text: I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  start_ms: 113980\n  end_ms: 116930\n- text: They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  start_ms: 116930\n  end_ms: 119800\n- text: DAMN!\n  start_ms: 119800\n  end_ms: 120920\n- text: Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  start_ms: 120920\n  end_ms: 124030\n- text: They ain't lookin fa I.\n  start_ms: 124030\n  end_ms: 125480\n- text: Fa A and a K\n  start_ms: 125480\n  end_ms: 126670\n- text: I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  start_ms: 126670\n  end_ms: 128550\n- text: Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  start_ms: 128550\n  end_ms: 131590\n- text: Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  start_ms: 131590\n  end_ms: 133630\n- text: U jus lookin' High\n  start_ms: 133630\n  end_ms: 134570\n- text: And when we hungry, U 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HEY\n  start_ms: 180020\n  end_ms: 180380\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 180380\n  end_ms: 180950\n- text: U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  start_ms: 180950\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 183710\n- text: Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  start_ms: 183710\n  end_ms: 185220\n- text: Food fa thought\n  start_ms: 185220\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: THINK!\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 187170\n- text: I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  start_ms: 187170\n  end_ms: 188050\n- text: I'll lie his body in grease\n  start_ms: 188050\n  end_ms: 189440\n- text: Set fire to em'\n  start_ms: 189440\n  end_ms: 191010\n- text: I'll tie his body in sheets\n  start_ms: 191010\n  end_ms: 192550\n- text: Put tha tires to em'\n  start_ms: 192550\n  end_ms: 194000\n- text: Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  start_ms: 194000\n  end_ms: 195580\n- text: Put his feet in tha blades\n  start_ms: 195580\n  end_ms: 197160\n- text: DAMN!\n  start_ms: 197160\n  end_ms: 198380\n- text: I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  start_ms: 198380\n  end_ms: 199840\n- text: And niggaz keep they ways\n  start_ms: 199840\n  end_ms: 201380\n- text: When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  start_ms: 201380\n  end_ms: 202820\n- text: Watch...\n  start_ms: 202820\n  end_ms: 203650\n- text: My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  start_ms: 203650\n  end_ms: 205560\n- text: And if I ask tha homeboy\n  start_ms: 205560\n  end_ms: 207510\n- text: He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  start_ms: 207510\n  end_ms: 209150\n- text: And tho' he got me\n  start_ms: 209150\n  end_ms: 211150\n- text: U can ask\n  start_ms: 211150\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: I'm like a pool table\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 213080\n- text: I keep tha 8!\n  start_ms: 213080\n  end_ms: 215440\n- text: My side pocket--side wayz\n  start_ms: 215440\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: When I pop it\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 218320\n- text: Leave a nigga side wayz\n  start_ms: 218320\n  end_ms: 219440\n- text: Fa five days\n  start_ms: 219440\n  end_ms: 220480\n- text: Bird man talk\n  start_ms: 220480\n  end_ms: 221750\n- text: (Baby talking)\n  start_ms: 221750\n  end_ms: 222830\n- text: Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  start_ms: 222830\n  end_ms: 224030\n- text: If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n  start_ms: 224030\n  end_ms: 225580\n- text: (Weezy -talking)\n  start_ms: 225580\n  end_ms: 226350\n- text: Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":22865359,"name":"BM J.R","trackName":"BM J.R","artistName":"Lil' Wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter","duration":306.377871,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R\n  artist: Lil' Wayne\n  album: Tha Carter\n  duration_ms: 306378\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":33561124,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R.\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Tha Carter\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":35563392,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter (Chopped & Screwed)","duration":388.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R.\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Tha Carter (Chopped & Screwed)\n  duration_ms: 388000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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HEY\n  start_ms: 180020\n  end_ms: 180380\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 180380\n  end_ms: 180950\n- text: U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  start_ms: 180950\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 183710\n- text: Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  start_ms: 183710\n  end_ms: 185220\n- text: Food fa thought\n  start_ms: 185220\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: THINK!\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 187170\n- text: I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  start_ms: 187170\n  end_ms: 188050\n- text: I'll lie his body in grease\n  start_ms: 188050\n  end_ms: 189440\n- text: Set fire to em'\n  start_ms: 189440\n  end_ms: 191010\n- text: I'll tie his body in sheets\n  start_ms: 191010\n  end_ms: 192550\n- text: Put tha tires to em'\n  start_ms: 192550\n  end_ms: 194000\n- text: Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  start_ms: 194000\n  end_ms: 195580\n- text: Put his feet in tha blades\n  start_ms: 195580\n  end_ms: 197160\n- text: DAMN!\n  start_ms: 197160\n  end_ms: 198380\n- text: I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  start_ms: 198380\n  end_ms: 199840\n- text: And niggaz keep they ways\n  start_ms: 199840\n  end_ms: 201380\n- text: When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  start_ms: 201380\n  end_ms: 202820\n- text: Watch...\n  start_ms: 202820\n  end_ms: 203650\n- text: My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  start_ms: 203650\n  end_ms: 205560\n- text: And if I ask tha homeboy\n  start_ms: 205560\n  end_ms: 207510\n- text: He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  start_ms: 207510\n  end_ms: 209150\n- text: And tho' he got me\n  start_ms: 209150\n  end_ms: 211150\n- text: U can ask\n  start_ms: 211150\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: I'm like a pool table\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 213080\n- text: I keep tha 8!\n  start_ms: 213080\n  end_ms: 215440\n- text: My side pocket--side wayz\n  start_ms: 215440\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: When I pop it\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 218320\n- text: Leave a nigga side wayz\n  start_ms: 218320\n  end_ms: 219440\n- text: Fa five days\n  start_ms: 219440\n  end_ms: 220480\n- text: Bird man talk\n  start_ms: 220480\n  end_ms: 221750\n- text: (Baby talking)\n  start_ms: 221750\n  end_ms: 222830\n- text: Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  start_ms: 222830\n  end_ms: 224030\n- text: If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n  start_ms: 224030\n  end_ms: 225580\n- text: (Weezy -talking)\n  start_ms: 225580\n  end_ms: 226350\n- text: Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":28154560,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter","duration":388.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] (Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89] I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30] Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31] You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22] We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12] We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50] Nigga\n[00:13.29] Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56] Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06] Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64] Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01] I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31] I GOT IT\n[00:23.12] I GOT IT\n[00:23.64] (Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84] Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11] If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45] Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28] And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63] Get involved,\n[00:33.66] And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85] (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49] In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12] Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96] (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67] And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75] DAMN!\n[00:48.76] And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50] Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17] Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83] (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40] Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17] At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75] Louisiana--\n[01:01.22] Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90] U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75] And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91] Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28] And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52] I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36] In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38] Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89] I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17] I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80] Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73] U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81] Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81] And in a drought\n[01:31.28] I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80] Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95] You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35] Pause Up,\n[01:39.45] PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75] Real Shit\n[01:42.98] I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62] No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92] Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83] Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98] I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93] They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80] DAMN!\n[02:00.92] Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03] They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48] Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67] I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55] Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59] Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63] U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57] And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56] Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15] U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33] Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66] What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74] U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50] Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56] Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47] I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01] U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48] I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65] Than people U feel\n[02:37.81] I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94] I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01] My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18] Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50] (Baby talking)\n[02:43.20] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09] If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22] If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53] And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78] Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65] Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34] Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60] (Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29] Let me get it back\n[03:00.02] HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95] U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02] I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71] Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22] Food fa thought\n[03:06.39] THINK!\n[03:07.17] I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05] I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44] Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01] I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55] Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00] Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58] Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16] DAMN!\n[03:18.38] I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84] And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38] When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82] Watch...\n[03:23.65] My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56] And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51] He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15] And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15] U can ask\n[03:32.03] I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08] I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44] My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39] When I pop it\n[03:38.32] Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44] Fa five days\n[03:40.48] Bird man talk\n[03:41.75] (Baby talking)\n[03:42.83] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03] If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58] (Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35] Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95] (Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77] Check my swag\n[03:48.62] I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41] U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21] I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64] Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96] But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02] Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02] Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03] I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81] I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87] Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42] Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53] Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23] Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38] Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55] But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04] Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49] U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27] This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89] Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59] I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10] In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13] Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97] I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37] Stand UP\n[04:41.36] Say I got my land\n[04:42.61] I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14] Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92] That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17] (Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71] Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45] Thats the only way\n[04:49.68] Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R.\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Tha Carter\n  duration_ms: 388000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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179290\n  end_ms: 180020\n- text: HEY... HEY\n  start_ms: 180020\n  end_ms: 180380\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 180380\n  end_ms: 180950\n- text: U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  start_ms: 180950\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 183710\n- text: Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  start_ms: 183710\n  end_ms: 185220\n- text: Food fa thought\n  start_ms: 185220\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: THINK!\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 187170\n- text: I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  start_ms: 187170\n  end_ms: 188050\n- text: I'll lie his body in grease\n  start_ms: 188050\n  end_ms: 189440\n- text: Set fire to em'\n  start_ms: 189440\n  end_ms: 191010\n- text: I'll tie his body in sheets\n  start_ms: 191010\n  end_ms: 192550\n- text: Put tha tires to em'\n  start_ms: 192550\n  end_ms: 194000\n- text: Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  start_ms: 194000\n  end_ms: 195580\n- text: Put his feet in tha blades\n  start_ms: 195580\n  end_ms: 197160\n- text: DAMN!\n  start_ms: 197160\n  end_ms: 198380\n- text: I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  start_ms: 198380\n  end_ms: 199840\n- text: And niggaz keep they ways\n  start_ms: 199840\n  end_ms: 201380\n- text: When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  start_ms: 201380\n  end_ms: 202820\n- text: Watch...\n  start_ms: 202820\n  end_ms: 203650\n- text: My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  start_ms: 203650\n  end_ms: 205560\n- text: And if I ask tha homeboy\n  start_ms: 205560\n  end_ms: 207510\n- text: He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  start_ms: 207510\n  end_ms: 209150\n- text: And tho' he got me\n  start_ms: 209150\n  end_ms: 211150\n- text: U can ask\n  start_ms: 211150\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: I'm like a pool table\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 213080\n- text: I keep tha 8!\n  start_ms: 213080\n  end_ms: 215440\n- text: My side pocket--side wayz\n  start_ms: 215440\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: When I pop it\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 218320\n- text: Leave a nigga side wayz\n  start_ms: 218320\n  end_ms: 219440\n- text: Fa five days\n  start_ms: 219440\n  end_ms: 220480\n- text: Bird man talk\n  start_ms: 220480\n  end_ms: 221750\n- text: (Baby talking)\n  start_ms: 221750\n  end_ms: 222830\n- text: Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  start_ms: 222830\n  end_ms: 224030\n- text: If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n  start_ms: 224030\n  end_ms: 225580\n- text: (Weezy -talking)\n  start_ms: 225580\n  end_ms: 226350\n- text: Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":37524215,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Runnin Rap Vol.7","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52](Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17]Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89]I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30]Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31]You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22]We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12]We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50]Nigga\n[00:13.29]Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56]Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06]Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64]Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01]I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57](Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31]I GOT IT\n[00:23.12]I GOT IT\n[00:23.64](Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84]Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11]If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45]Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28]And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63]Get involved,\n[00:33.66]And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85](YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49]In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12]Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96](HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67]And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75]DAMN!\n[00:48.76]And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50]Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17]Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83](Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40]Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17]At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75]Louisiana--\n[01:01.22]Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90]U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75]And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91]Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28]And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52]I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36]In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38]Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89]I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17]I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80]Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73]U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81]Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81]And in a drought\n[01:31.28]I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80]Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95]You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35]Pause Up,\n[01:39.45]PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75]Real Shit\n[01:42.98]I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62]No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92]Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83]Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98]I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93]They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80]DAMN!\n[02:00.92]Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03]They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48]Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67]I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55]Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59]Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63]U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57]And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56]Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15]U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33]Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66]What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74]U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50]Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56]Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47]I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01]U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48]I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65]Than people U feel\n[02:37.81]I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94]I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01]My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18]Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50](Baby talking)\n[02:43.20]Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09]If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22]If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53]And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78]Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65]Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34]Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60](Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29]Let me get it back\n[03:00.02]HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38](Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95]U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02]I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71]Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22]Food fa thought\n[03:06.39]THINK!\n[03:07.17]I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05]I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44]Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01]I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55]Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00]Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58]Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16]DAMN!\n[03:18.38]I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84]And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38]When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82]Watch...\n[03:23.65]My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56]And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51]He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15]And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15]U can ask\n[03:32.03]I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08]I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44]My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39]When I pop it\n[03:38.32]Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44]Fa five days\n[03:40.48]Bird man talk\n[03:41.75](Baby talking)\n[03:42.83]Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03]If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58](Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35]Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95](Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77]Check my swag\n[03:48.62]I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41]U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21]I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64]Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96]But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02]Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02]Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03]I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81]I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87]Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42]Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53]Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23]Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38]Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55]But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40]And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04]Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49]U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27]This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89]Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59]I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10]In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13]Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97]I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37]Stand UP\n[04:41.36]Say I got my land\n[04:42.61]I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14]Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92]That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17](Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71]Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45]Thats the only way\n[04:49.68]Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84]Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R.\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Runnin Rap Vol.7\n  duration_ms: 297864\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  start_ms: 107920\n  end_ms: 110830\n- text: Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  start_ms: 110830\n  end_ms: 113980\n- text: I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  start_ms: 113980\n  end_ms: 116930\n- text: They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  start_ms: 116930\n  end_ms: 119800\n- text: DAMN!\n  start_ms: 119800\n  end_ms: 120920\n- text: Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  start_ms: 120920\n  end_ms: 124030\n- text: They ain't lookin fa I.\n  start_ms: 124030\n  end_ms: 125480\n- text: Fa A and a K\n  start_ms: 125480\n  end_ms: 126670\n- text: I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  start_ms: 126670\n  end_ms: 128550\n- text: Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  start_ms: 128550\n  end_ms: 131590\n- text: Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  start_ms: 131590\n  end_ms: 133630\n- text: U jus lookin' High\n  start_ms: 133630\n  end_ms: 134570\n- text: And when we hungry, U 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179290\n  end_ms: 180020\n- text: HEY... HEY\n  start_ms: 180020\n  end_ms: 180380\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 180380\n  end_ms: 180950\n- text: U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  start_ms: 180950\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 183710\n- text: Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  start_ms: 183710\n  end_ms: 185220\n- text: Food fa thought\n  start_ms: 185220\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: THINK!\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 187170\n- text: I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  start_ms: 187170\n  end_ms: 188050\n- text: I'll lie his body in grease\n  start_ms: 188050\n  end_ms: 189440\n- text: Set fire to em'\n  start_ms: 189440\n  end_ms: 191010\n- text: I'll tie his body in sheets\n  start_ms: 191010\n  end_ms: 192550\n- text: Put tha tires to em'\n  start_ms: 192550\n  end_ms: 194000\n- text: Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  start_ms: 194000\n  end_ms: 195580\n- text: Put his feet in tha blades\n  start_ms: 195580\n  end_ms: 197160\n- text: DAMN!\n  start_ms: 197160\n  end_ms: 198380\n- text: I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  start_ms: 198380\n  end_ms: 199840\n- text: And niggaz keep they ways\n  start_ms: 199840\n  end_ms: 201380\n- text: When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  start_ms: 201380\n  end_ms: 202820\n- text: Watch...\n  start_ms: 202820\n  end_ms: 203650\n- text: My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  start_ms: 203650\n  end_ms: 205560\n- text: And if I ask tha homeboy\n  start_ms: 205560\n  end_ms: 207510\n- text: He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  start_ms: 207510\n  end_ms: 209150\n- text: And tho' he got me\n  start_ms: 209150\n  end_ms: 211150\n- text: U can ask\n  start_ms: 211150\n  end_ms: 212030\n- text: I'm like a pool table\n  start_ms: 212030\n  end_ms: 213080\n- text: I keep tha 8!\n  start_ms: 213080\n  end_ms: 215440\n- text: My side pocket--side wayz\n  start_ms: 215440\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: When I pop it\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 218320\n- text: Leave a nigga side wayz\n  start_ms: 218320\n  end_ms: 219440\n- text: Fa five days\n  start_ms: 219440\n  end_ms: 220480\n- text: Bird man talk\n  start_ms: 220480\n  end_ms: 221750\n- text: (Baby talking)\n  start_ms: 221750\n  end_ms: 222830\n- text: Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  start_ms: 222830\n  end_ms: 224030\n- text: If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n  start_ms: 224030\n  end_ms: 225580\n- text: (Weezy -talking)\n  start_ms: 225580\n  end_ms: 226350\n- text: Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":39006703,"name":"BM J.R.","trackName":"BM J.R.","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"The Carter","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Baby Talking)\nYea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\nI peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\nMoney no more man, so what fuck\nYou know what we gon' do ha?\nWe gon' do what we been doin nigga\nWe gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\nNigga\nKeep buyin' shit\nKeep fuckin hoes\nLoadin up on mo' bitches\nThen you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nI GOT IT\nI GOT IT\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\nIf the elements don't murder you,\nTha rydahs will... Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nWit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nThan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nIf you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nHe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nLeave a nigga side wayz\nFa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nSay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52](Baby Talking)\n[00:03.17]Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n[00:03.89]I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n[00:05.30]Money no more man, so what fuck\n[00:08.31]You know what we gon' do ha?\n[00:09.22]We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n[00:10.12]We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n[00:11.50]Nigga\n[00:13.29]Keep buyin' shit\n[00:15.56]Keep fuckin hoes\n[00:16.06]Loadin up on mo' bitches\n[00:16.64]Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.01]I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n[00:21.57](Lil Wayne)\n[00:22.31]I GOT IT\n[00:23.12]I GOT IT\n[00:23.64](Lil Wayne)\n[00:23.84]Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n[00:26.11]If the elements don't murder you,\n[00:28.45]Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n[00:30.28]And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n[00:32.63]Get involved,\n[00:33.66]And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n[00:35.85](YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n[00:38.49]In the Sean John hoodie\n[00:40.12]Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n[00:41.96](HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n[00:44.67]And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n[00:47.75]DAMN!\n[00:48.76]And if tha red dot spot em'\n[00:50.50]Then tha hollow-head got em'\n[00:52.17]Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n[00:53.83](Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.40]Just to make it to da bottom\n[00:58.17]At the very bottom o' da map\n[00:59.75]Louisiana--\n[01:01.22]Piranhas Every where U at.\n[01:02.90]U gotta wear a extra condom\n[01:04.75]And a extra gat.\n[01:05.91]Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n[01:08.28]And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n[01:11.52]I backed his hand... ya man on command\n[01:14.36]In fronta niggaz he cool\n[01:16.38]Wit dem boyz on fan.\n[01:17.89]I'm on hot.\n[01:19.17]I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.80]Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n[01:23.73]U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n[01:26.81]Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n[01:29.81]And in a drought\n[01:31.28]I go on a diet and strecth more\n[01:32.80]Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n[01:35.95]You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n[01:38.35]Pause Up,\n[01:39.45]PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n[01:41.75]Real Shit\n[01:42.98]I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.62]No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n[01:47.92]Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n[01:50.83]Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n[01:53.98]I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n[01:56.93]They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n[01:59.80]DAMN!\n[02:00.92]Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n[02:04.03]They ain't lookin fa I.\n[02:05.48]Fa A and a K\n[02:06.67]I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n[02:08.55]Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n[02:11.59]Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n[02:13.63]U jus lookin' High\n[02:14.57]And when we hungry, U look like pie\n[02:16.56]Sweet potato-ass nigga\n[02:18.15]U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n[02:20.33]Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n[02:23.66]What up chizzle?\n[02:24.74]U my distant brotha\n[02:26.50]Real shit nigga\n[02:27.56]Same father--different motha (shit)\n[02:29.47]I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n[02:33.01]U not know me fa nothin' otha\n[02:35.48]I'm somethin' otha\n[02:36.65]Than people U feel\n[02:37.81]I'm deeper fa real\n[02:38.94]I'm deeper than skills\n[02:40.01]My speeches can kill\n[02:41.18]Rest In Peace!\n[02:42.50](Baby talking)\n[02:43.20]Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n[02:45.09]If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n[02:47.22]If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n[02:49.53]And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n[02:52.78]Order bitch, ya underdig\n[02:54.65]Put ya prints in nigga\n[02:56.34]Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n[02:58.60](Weezy-talking)\n[02:59.29]Let me get it back\n[03:00.02]HEY... HEY\n[03:00.38](Lil Wayne)\n[03:00.95]U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n[03:02.02]I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n[03:03.71]Turn ya mind 2 food.\n[03:05.22]Food fa thought\n[03:06.39]THINK!\n[03:07.17]I ain't lyin' 2 U\n[03:08.05]I'll lie his body in grease\n[03:09.44]Set fire to em'\n[03:11.01]I'll tie his body in sheets\n[03:12.55]Put tha tires to em'\n[03:14.00]Make em' feel tha Escalade\n[03:15.58]Put his feet in tha blades\n[03:17.16]DAMN!\n[03:18.38]I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n[03:19.84]And niggaz keep they ways\n[03:21.38]When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n[03:22.82]Watch...\n[03:23.65]My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n[03:25.56]And if I ask tha homeboy\n[03:27.51]He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n[03:29.15]And tho' he got me\n[03:31.15]U can ask\n[03:32.03]I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.08]I keep tha 8!\n[03:35.44]My side pocket--side wayz\n[03:37.39]When I pop it\n[03:38.32]Leave a nigga side wayz\n[03:39.44]Fa five days\n[03:40.48]Bird man talk\n[03:41.75](Baby talking)\n[03:42.83]Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n[03:44.03]If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n[03:45.58](Weezy -talking)\n[03:46.35]Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n[03:46.95](Lil Wayne)\n[03:47.77]Check my swag\n[03:48.62]I travel light--sound dog\n[03:50.41]U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n[03:53.21]I'm under ground call me ground hog\n[03:55.64]Lay down laws call me ground law\n[03:57.96]But don't confuse me wit da law\n[04:00.02]Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n[04:02.02]Because I am the Birdman J-R\n[04:04.03]I ain't trippin' nigga\n[04:05.81]I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n[04:07.87]Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n[04:10.42]Rip a nigga\n[04:11.53]Flip ya vehicle\n[04:13.23]Split ya windshield\n[04:14.38]Whack ya baby mama\n[04:15.55]But I let tha kid live\n[04:17.40]And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:20.04]Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n[04:23.49]U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.27]This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n[04:28.89]Say I'm slight bananas\n[04:30.59]I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.10]In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:35.13]Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n[04:37.97]I'm man up and U not a man\n[04:40.37]Stand UP\n[04:41.36]Say I got my land\n[04:42.61]I'm tha man of my land\n[04:44.14]Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n[04:45.92]That's tha new plan.\n[04:47.17](Baby talkin)\n[04:47.71]Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:48.45]Thats the only way\n[04:49.68]Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n[04:50.84]Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:52.80]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R.\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: The Carter\n  duration_ms: 300565\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Baby Talking)\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 3170\n- text: Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 3890\n- text: I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  start_ms: 3890\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: Money no more man, so what fuck\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 8310\n- text: You know what we gon' do ha?\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 9220\n- text: We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  start_ms: 9220\n  end_ms: 10120\n- text: We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  start_ms: 10120\n  end_ms: 11500\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 11500\n  end_ms: 13290\n- text: Keep buyin' shit\n  start_ms: 13290\n  end_ms: 15560\n- text: Keep fuckin hoes\n  start_ms: 15560\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  start_ms: 16060\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  start_ms: 16640\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 21570\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 21570\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 23120\n- text: I GOT IT\n  start_ms: 23120\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 23640\n  end_ms: 23840\n- text: Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  start_ms: 23840\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: If the elements don't murder you,\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: Tha rydahs will... 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I'm comin' bak gurl!\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: (Lil Wayne)\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 227770\n- text: Check my swag\n  start_ms: 227770\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: I travel light--sound dog\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230410\n- text: U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  start_ms: 230410\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Lay down laws call me ground law\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237960\n- text: But don't confuse me wit da law\n  start_ms: 237960\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242020\n- text: Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  start_ms: 242020\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: I ain't trippin' nigga\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245810\n- text: I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  start_ms: 245810\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 250420\n- text: Rip a nigga\n  start_ms: 250420\n  end_ms: 251530\n- text: Flip ya vehicle\n  start_ms: 251530\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Split ya windshield\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 254380\n- text: Whack ya baby mama\n  start_ms: 254380\n  end_ms: 255550\n- text: But I let tha kid live\n  start_ms: 255550\n  end_ms: 257400\n- text: And people say that I am a kid still\n  start_ms: 257400\n  end_ms: 260040\n- text: Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  start_ms: 260040\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268890\n- text: Say I'm slight bananas\n  start_ms: 268890\n  end_ms: 270590\n- text: I blow a weekend in Havana\n  start_ms: 270590\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  start_ms: 275130\n  end_ms: 277970\n- text: I'm man up and U not a man\n  start_ms: 277970\n  end_ms: 280370\n- text: Stand UP\n  start_ms: 280370\n  end_ms: 281360\n- text: Say I got my land\n  start_ms: 281360\n  end_ms: 282610\n- text: I'm tha man of my land\n  start_ms: 282610\n  end_ms: 284140\n- text: Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  start_ms: 284140\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: That's tha new plan.\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: (Baby talkin)\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 288450\n- text: Thats the only way\n  start_ms: 288450\n  end_ms: 289680\n- text: Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  start_ms: 289680\n  end_ms: 290840\n- text: Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n  start_ms: 290840\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292800\nplain: |-\n  (Baby Talking)\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  Money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  In the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  Wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  Than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  He'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  Leave a nigga side wayz\n  Fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  Say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":22602697,"name":"BM J.R. 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(Original Mix)","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter","duration":298.794376,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah shorty you know what I'm talking about\nI'm peeping these niggas out there slipping, looking like\nThey ain't 'bout money no more man, so uh fuck\nYou know what we gon' do huh, what we been doing ha nigga\nWe gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot more and say fuck 'em nigga\nKeep buying shit, keep fucking hoes\nLoading up on more bitches\nThen you know what I'm saying, we gon' get greedy too nigga\nI ain't never getting full\nI'm full-blooded with this grind\nYeah they don't understand little nigga\n\nMurder capital only key to survive is kill\nIf the elements don't murder you the riders will for real\nAnd niggas know I go hard to the fullest\nGet involved and I got 'em playing dodge ball with bullets\nYeah, I got the sawed-off fully\nIn the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy (pussy ass nigga)\nHa, we hit 'em up while they're looking\nAnd them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him (that's what I'm talking about)\n\nDamn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em\nKnock his top to his bottom jack\nYeah, you see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map\nLil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at\nYou gotta wear your extra condom and a extra gat\nYour bitch can get it for acting like a man\nAnd niggas in Pakistan ain't packing like your man\nI backwards hand your man on command\n\nIn front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan\nI'm on hot, I adjust in different climates\nDucking the animal keeper running with my primates\nYou ain't did it 'til you done it like in five states\nWeezy hustle no blubber I put on weight\nAnd in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more\nLose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks\nYou don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par\nWhat the fuck they play it in the club for\n\nReal shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war\nNo religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord\nFather forgive 'em for they know not who they're pushing Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send 'em to you Lord\nI'm just trying dodge the shots they send to the God\nThey're riding up highway to heaven boulevard\nDamn, them niggas pussy and jive\nNot even in a eye exam, they ain't looking for I\nThe A and the K will make your face crook to the side\n\nNow when you're smiling everybody gotta look from the side\n'Cause when you wilding you ain't looking you're just looking high\nAnd when we're hungry you look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard\nCherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit buster\nWhat up, Gizzle? You're my distant brother\nReal shit, nigga, same father, different mother\nI skip the fronting and stick to keeping it trill\nYou not know me for nothing other I'm something other\nThan people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill, rest in peace\n\nYeah, you under-dig, shorty? It's all about one thing nigga\nIf you're 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us\nIf you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga\nAnd whatever you're 'bout, we're 'bout it\nHowever you wanna get, we can give it to you, nigga\nAll runners, bitch, you under-dig? Put your prints in, nigga\nPut your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll\n\nYou sleep in the field for trying the dude\nI'll bust your head to the meat turn your mind to food\nFood for thought, think I ain't lying to you\nI lie his body in grease, set fire to 'em\nI tie his body in sheets put the tires to 'em\nMake 'em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades\nDamn! I'm the heat in the blaze\n\nAnd niggas keep their ways when I'm in the streets with blay what!\nMy nigga hungry he'll eat the plate\nAnd if I ask the homeboy'll eat your face, yeah!\nAnd though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table\nI keep the eight, my side pocket side ways\nWhen I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days\nBirdman talk to 'em\n\nYeah nigga, I tell 'em, I'll tell 'em again shorty\nIf it ain't 'bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga\n\nCheck my swag, I travel like sound dog\nYou play hard and I'm gravel like ground dog\nI'm underground, call me groundhog\nLay down laws, call the ground law\nDon't confuse me with the law, no\nBut just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R\nI ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga\nWith the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga\nFlip your vehicle, split your windshield\n\nWhack your baby momma but I'll let the kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\n'Cause the little nigga still ride on big wheels\nYou're feeling animal then come on and get killed\nThe Sig peel bandannas like bananas\n\nSay I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Cabana with my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop you man\nI man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land\nI'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana\nThat's the new plan\n\nYeah nigga, you're 'bout some money get at me nigga\nThat's the only way\nDumb shit we're 'bout that get at me you under-dig\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.93] Yeah shorty you know what I'm talking about\n[00:02.64] I'm peeping these niggas out there slipping, looking like\n[00:04.47] They ain't 'bout money no more man, so uh fuck\n[00:06.55] You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doing ha nigga\n[00:08.89] We gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot more and say fuck 'em nigga\n[00:11.38] Keep buying shit, keep fucking hoes\n[00:13.63] Loading up on more bitches\n[00:15.36] Then you know what I'm saying, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n[00:18.10] I ain't never getting full\n[00:19.87] I'm full-blooded with this grind\n[00:20.88] Yeah they don't understand little nigga\n[00:23.41] Murder capital only key to survive is kill\n[00:26.47] If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real\n[00:30.20] And niggas know I go hard to the fullest\n[00:32.65] Get involved and I got 'em playing dodge ball with bullets\n[00:36.44] Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully\n[00:38.75] In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy (pussy ass nigga)\n[00:42.37] Ha, we hit 'em up while they're looking\n[00:44.77] And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him (that's what I'm talking about)\n[00:48.34] Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em\n[00:52.17] Knock his top to his bottom jack\n[00:54.47] Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom\n[00:56.68] Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map\n[01:00.13] Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at\n[01:03.23] You gotta wear your extra condom and a extra gat\n[01:06.29] Your bitch can get it for acting like a man\n[01:08.76] And niggas in Pakistan ain't packing like your man\n[01:12.23] I backwards hand your man on command\n[01:14.77] In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan\n[01:18.23] I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates\n[01:20.87] Ducking the animal keeper running with my primates\n[01:24.30] You ain't did it 'til you done it like in five states\n[01:27.77] Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight\n[01:30.23] And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more\n[01:33.06] Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks\n[01:36.46] You don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par\n[01:39.81] What the fuck they play it in the club for\n[01:42.39] Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war\n[01:44.93] No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord\n[01:48.12] Father forgive 'em for they know not who they're pushing Lord\n[01:51.27] Father forgive me if I have to send 'em to you Lord\n[01:54.22] I'm just trying dodge the shots they send to the God\n[01:57.23] They're riding up highway to heaven boulevard\n[01:59.94] Damn, them niggas pussy and jive\n[02:02.43] Not even in a eye exam, they ain't looking for I\n[02:05.49] The A and the K will make your face crook to the side\n[02:08.49] Now when you're smiling everybody gotta look from the side\n[02:11.49] 'Cause when you wilding you ain't looking you're just looking high\n[02:14.46] And when we're hungry you look like pie\n[02:16.87] Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard\n[02:20.63] Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit buster\n[02:24.34] What up, Gizzle? You're my distant brother\n[02:26.65] Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother\n[02:30.22] I skip the fronting and stick to keeping it trill\n[02:33.27] You not know me for nothing other I'm something other\n[02:36.58] Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills\n[02:39.90] My speeches can kill, rest in peace\n[02:42.35] Yeah, you under-dig, shorty? It's all about one thing nigga\n[02:45.40] If you're 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us\n[02:47.47] If you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga\n[02:49.86] And whatever you're 'bout, we're 'bout it\n[02:51.17] However you wanna get, we can give it to you, nigga\n[02:53.07] All runners, bitch, you under-dig? Put your prints in, nigga\n[02:56.33] Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll\n[03:00.20] You sleep in the field for trying the dude\n[03:02.53] I'll bust your head to the meat turn your mind to food\n[03:05.60] Food for thought, think I ain't lying to you\n[03:08.52] I lie his body in grease, set fire to 'em\n[03:11.53] I tie his body in sheets put the tires to 'em\n[03:14.74] Make 'em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades\n[03:18.34] Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze\n[03:20.51] And niggas keep their ways when I'm in the streets with blay what!\n[03:24.26] My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate\n[03:26.58] And if I ask the homeboy'll eat your face, yeah!\n[03:30.26] And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table\n[03:33.69] I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways\n[03:37.97] When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days\n[03:41.05] Birdman talk to 'em\n[03:42.38] Yeah nigga, I tell 'em, I'll tell 'em again shorty\n[03:44.84] If it ain't 'bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga\n[03:48.32] Check my swag, I travel like sound dog\n[03:51.22] You play hard and I'm gravel like ground dog\n[03:54.18] I'm underground, call me groundhog\n[03:56.47] Lay down laws, call the ground law\n[03:58.84] Don't confuse me with the law, no\n[04:00.96] But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R\n[04:04.45] I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga\n[04:08.74] With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga\n[04:12.40] Flip your vehicle, split your windshield\n[04:15.06] Whack your baby momma but I'll let the kid live\n[04:18.61] And people say that I am a kid still\n[04:21.08] 'Cause the little nigga still ride on big wheels\n[04:24.13] You're feeling animal then come on and get killed\n[04:26.88] The Sig peel bandannas like bananas\n[04:29.61] Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana\n[04:32.64] In my Cabana with my bottom bitch from Savannah\n[04:36.42] Man a train couldn't stop you man\n[04:38.51] I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land\n[04:43.26] I'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana\n[04:47.06] That's the new plan\n[04:48.35] Yeah nigga, you're 'bout some money get at me nigga\n[04:51.51] That's the only way\n[04:52.67] Dumb shit we're 'bout that get at me you under-dig\n[04:56.12] Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n[04:58.37] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R. 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play it in the club for\n\n  Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war\n  No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord\n  Father forgive 'em for they know not who they're pushing Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send 'em to you Lord\n  I'm just trying dodge the shots they send to the God\n  They're riding up highway to heaven boulevard\n  Damn, them niggas pussy and jive\n  Not even in a eye exam, they ain't looking for I\n  The A and the K will make your face crook to the side\n\n  Now when you're smiling everybody gotta look from the side\n  'Cause when you wilding you ain't looking you're just looking high\n  And when we're hungry you look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard\n  Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit buster\n  What up, Gizzle? You're my distant brother\n  Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother\n  I skip the fronting and stick to keeping it trill\n  You not know me for nothing other I'm something other\n  Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill, rest in peace\n\n  Yeah, you under-dig, shorty? It's all about one thing nigga\n  If you're 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us\n  If you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga\n  And whatever you're 'bout, we're 'bout it\n  However you wanna get, we can give it to you, nigga\n  All runners, bitch, you under-dig? Put your prints in, nigga\n  Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll\n\n  You sleep in the field for trying the dude\n  I'll bust your head to the meat turn your mind to food\n  Food for thought, think I ain't lying to you\n  I lie his body in grease, set fire to 'em\n  I tie his body in sheets put the tires to 'em\n  Make 'em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades\n  Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze\n\n  And niggas keep their ways when I'm in the streets with blay what!\n  My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate\n  And if I ask the homeboy'll eat your face, yeah!\n  And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table\n  I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways\n  When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days\n  Birdman talk to 'em\n\n  Yeah nigga, I tell 'em, I'll tell 'em again shorty\n  If it ain't 'bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga\n\n  Check my swag, I travel like sound dog\n  You play hard and I'm gravel like ground dog\n  I'm underground, call me groundhog\n  Lay down laws, call the ground law\n  Don't confuse me with the law, no\n  But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R\n  I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga\n  With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga\n  Flip your vehicle, split your windshield\n\n  Whack your baby momma but I'll let the kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  'Cause the little nigga still ride on big wheels\n  You're feeling animal then come on and get killed\n  The Sig peel bandannas like bananas\n\n  Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Cabana with my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop you man\n  I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land\n  I'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana\n  That's the new plan\n\n  Yeah nigga, you're 'bout some money get at me nigga\n  That's the only way\n  Dumb shit we're 'bout that get at me you under-dig\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"},{"id":14851189,"name":"BM J.R. 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Fa real.\nAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\nGet involved,\nAnd I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\nin the Sean John hoodie\nGet fucked--ya play pussy.\n(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\nAnd tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\nDAMN!\nAnd if tha red dot spot em'\nThen tha hollow-head got em'\nKnock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\nJust to make it to da bottom\nAt the very bottom o' da map\nLouisiana--\nPiranhas Every where U at.\nU gotta wear a extra condom\nAnd a extra gat.\nYa bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\nAnd niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\nI backed his hand... ya man on command\nIn fronta niggaz he cool\nwit dem boyz on fan.\nI'm on hot.\nI adjust in different climates\nStuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\nU ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\nWeezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\nAnd in a drought\nI go on a diet and strecth more\nLose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\nYou'nt even come up to a nigga chest\nPause Up,\nPAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\nReal Shit\nI'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\nNo religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\nFather forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\nFather forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\nI'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\nThey ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\nDAMN!\nDem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\nThey ain't lookin fa I.\nFa A and a K\nI'll make ya face crook to tha side\nNow when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\nCuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\nU jus lookin' High\nAnd when we hungry, U look like pie\nSweet potato-ass nigga\nU lemon Meringue--Apple custard\nCherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\nWhat up chizzle?\nU my distant brotha\nReal shit nigga\nSame father--different motha (shit)\nI skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\nU not know me fa nothin' otha\nI'm somethin' otha\nthan people U feel\nI'm deeper fa real\nI'm deeper than skills\nMy speeches can kill\nRest In Peace!\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\nIf you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\nif you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\nAnd whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\nOrder bitch, ya underdig\nPut ya prints in nigga\nPut ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n(Weezy-talking)\nLet me get it back\nHEY... HEY\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nU sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\nI'll bust ya head to da meat.\nTurn ya mind 2 food.\nFood fa thought\nTHINK!\nI ain't lyin' 2 U\nI'll lie his body in grease\nSet fire to em'\nI'll tie his body in sheets\nPut tha tires to em'\nMake em' feel tha Escalade\nPut his feet in tha blades\nDAMN!\nI'm tha heat in tha blaze\nAnd niggaz keep they ways\nWhen I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\nWatch...\nMy nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\nAnd if I ask tha homeboy\nhe'll eat ya face(YEA)\nAnd tho' he got me\nU can ask\nI'm like a pool table\nI keep tha 8!\nMy side pocket--side wayz\nWhen I pop it\nleave a nigga side wayz\nfa five days\nBird man talk\n\n(Baby talking)\nYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\nIf it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n(Weezy -talking)\nFuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n(Lil Wayne)\nCheck my swag\nI travel light--sound dog\nU play hard and I gravel like ground dog\nI'm under ground call me ground hog\nLay down laws call me ground law\nBut don't confuse me wit da law\nNaw--but just confuse me wit my paw\nBecause I am the Birdman J-R\nI ain't trippin' nigga\nI play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\nWit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\nRip a nigga\nFlip ya vehicle\nSplit ya windshield\nWhack ya baby mama\nBut I let tha kid live\nAnd people say that I am a kid still\nCuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\nU feelin' animal then come on and get killed\nThis kid peel bandanas like bananas\nSay I'm slight bananas\nI blow a weekend in Havana\nIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\nMan a train couldn't stop ya man\nI'm man up and U not a man\nStand UP\nsay I got my land\nI'm tha man of my land\nCall it Lil' Weezy--ana\nThat's tha new plan.\n\n(Baby talkin)\nYeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\nThats the only way\nDumb shit we bout that get at me\nNigga roll solo, dolo nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BM J.R. (Album Version Edited)\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Tha Carter\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'\n  I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout\n  money no more man, so what fuck\n  You know what we gon' do ha?\n  We gon' do what we been doin nigga\n  We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'\n  Nigga\n  Keep buyin' shit\n  Keep fuckin hoes\n  Loadin up on mo' bitches\n  Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga\n  I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  I GOT IT\n  I GOT IT\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.\n  If the elements don't murder you,\n  Tha rydahs will... Fa real.\n  And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;\n  Get involved,\n  And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.\n  (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully\n  in the Sean John hoodie\n  Get fucked--ya play pussy.\n  (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'\n  And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'\n  DAMN!\n  And if tha red dot spot em'\n  Then tha hollow-head got em'\n  Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.\n  (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom\n  Just to make it to da bottom\n  At the very bottom o' da map\n  Louisiana--\n  Piranhas Every where U at.\n  U gotta wear a extra condom\n  And a extra gat.\n  Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man\n  And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man\n  I backed his hand... ya man on command\n  In fronta niggaz he cool\n  wit dem boyz on fan.\n  I'm on hot.\n  I adjust in different climates\n  Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates\n  U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states\n  Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.\n  And in a drought\n  I go on a diet and strecth more\n  Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks\n  You'nt even come up to a nigga chest\n  Pause Up,\n  PAW, What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?\n  Real Shit\n  I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war\n  No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law\n  Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord\n  Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord\n  I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god\n  They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.\n  DAMN!\n  Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam\n  They ain't lookin fa I.\n  Fa A and a K\n  I'll make ya face crook to tha side\n  Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.\n  Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'\n  U jus lookin' High\n  And when we hungry, U look like pie\n  Sweet potato-ass nigga\n  U lemon Meringue--Apple custard\n  Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)\n  What up chizzle?\n  U my distant brotha\n  Real shit nigga\n  Same father--different motha (shit)\n  I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it \"trill\"\n  U not know me fa nothin' otha\n  I'm somethin' otha\n  than people U feel\n  I'm deeper fa real\n  I'm deeper than skills\n  My speeches can kill\n  Rest In Peace!\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,\n  If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,\n  if you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga\n  And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga\n  Order bitch, ya underdig\n  Put ya prints in nigga\n  Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll\n\n  (Weezy-talking)\n  Let me get it back\n  HEY... HEY\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude\n  I'll bust ya head to da meat.\n  Turn ya mind 2 food.\n  Food fa thought\n  THINK!\n  I ain't lyin' 2 U\n  I'll lie his body in grease\n  Set fire to em'\n  I'll tie his body in sheets\n  Put tha tires to em'\n  Make em' feel tha Escalade\n  Put his feet in tha blades\n  DAMN!\n  I'm tha heat in tha blaze\n  And niggaz keep they ways\n  When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.\n  Watch...\n  My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate\n  And if I ask tha homeboy\n  he'll eat ya face(YEA)\n  And tho' he got me\n  U can ask\n  I'm like a pool table\n  I keep tha 8!\n  My side pocket--side wayz\n  When I pop it\n  leave a nigga side wayz\n  fa five days\n  Bird man talk\n\n  (Baby talking)\n  Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty\n  If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us\n\n  (Weezy -talking)\n  Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl!\n\n  (Lil Wayne)\n  Check my swag\n  I travel light--sound dog\n  U play hard and I gravel like ground dog\n  I'm under ground call me ground hog\n  Lay down laws call me ground law\n  But don't confuse me wit da law\n  Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw\n  Because I am the Birdman J-R\n  I ain't trippin' nigga\n  I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga\n  Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga\n  Rip a nigga\n  Flip ya vehicle\n  Split ya windshield\n  Whack ya baby mama\n  But I let tha kid live\n  And people say that I am a kid still\n  Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.\n  U feelin' animal then come on and get killed\n  This kid peel bandanas like bananas\n  Say I'm slight bananas\n  I blow a weekend in Havana\n  In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah\n  Man a train couldn't stop ya man\n  I'm man up and U not a man\n  Stand UP\n  say I got my land\n  I'm tha man of my land\n  Call it Lil' Weezy--ana\n  That's tha new plan.\n\n  (Baby talkin)\n  Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga\n  Thats the only way\n  Dumb shit we bout that get at me\n  Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga\n"}]