[{"id":30457235,"name":"Hustler Musik","trackName":"Hustler Musik","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Hustler Musik","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit me\nPshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\nShit, you already know, you already know, you already know\nDamn\nShit, this that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\nSo ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\nGoddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\nI'ma paint the city red with this one\nI'm ahead with this one\nSee, you're fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\nNo assistance, just that persistence with that commitment, if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\nAnd if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\nSee, I be riding, just riding alone\nWith my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\nHow the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\nShall be, so I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nMoney is the motivation, facing the avenue\nBack touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\nGotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\nHop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\nYou know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\nAnybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\nPhantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\nI can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\nBulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\nShoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\nI'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\nThere's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\nIf I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\nEven if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\nI don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\nI take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nI ain't never killed nobody, I promise\nAnd I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\nAnd make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\nThat boy'll lay flat, so flat\nThat act is what I perform amongst you haters\nGot Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\nBlack Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?\nBathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in\nGot me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\nStreets reply, I look right in a four-seater\nYou know I be out here right in a four-seater\nTop floor of the Four Seasons\nFour of them whores\nAnd they all know how to cook it up\nAnd look, I got some\nAnd only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\nSee, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up\nWe ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nMan, man, this be that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music, y'all\nSo ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all\nI'm asking y'all, please, please\nYoung Weezy got that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\nRide to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, yeah, yeah, woo\nIt's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\nIt's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is\nBetter guard your kids, guard your face\nBetter guard your body, we warned the place\nWe here\nFuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] Hit me\n[00:02.28] Pshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\n[00:06.68] Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know\n[00:12.35] Damn\n[00:13.16] Shit, this that hustler music\n[00:15.62] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\n[00:19.26] So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\n[00:23.31] Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\n[00:27.19] I'ma paint the city red with this one\n[00:29.32] I'm ahead with this one\n[00:30.79] See, you're fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\n[00:34.00] No assistance, just that persistence with that commitment, if\n[00:38.44] I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n[00:41.27] I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\n[00:44.09] And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n[00:46.98] See, I be riding, just riding alone\n[00:49.06] With my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\n[00:52.14] How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\n[00:54.80] Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\n[00:57.85] Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me\n[01:00.92] That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n[01:04.06] So I be who I be, that's me\n[01:06.69] That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n[01:09.47] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[01:12.29] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n[01:15.97] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[01:18.87] I'm taking these chances\n[01:20.85] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[01:23.76] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[01:26.46] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[01:28.83] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[01:32.30] Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n[01:35.00] Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n[01:37.76] Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\n[01:40.78] Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\n[01:43.05] You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n[01:45.98] Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\n[01:48.49] Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\n[01:52.05] I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n[01:54.75] Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\n[01:57.87] Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\n[02:00.76] I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n[02:03.37] There's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n[02:06.03] If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n[02:09.15] Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n[02:11.70] I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n[02:14.78] I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\n[02:17.87] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[02:20.42] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n[02:24.42] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[02:27.12] I'm taking these chances\n[02:29.05] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[02:31.87] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[02:34.54] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[02:37.24] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[02:40.66] I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n[02:43.43] And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n[02:46.86] And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\n[02:49.97] That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n[02:51.75] That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n[02:54.77] Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n[02:57.39] Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?\n[03:00.58] Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in\n[03:03.47] Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n[03:06.27] Streets reply, I look right in a four-seater\n[03:09.07] You know I be out here right in a four-seater\n[03:11.88] Top floor of the Four Seasons\n[03:13.04] Four of them whores\n[03:14.67] And they all know how to cook it up\n[03:16.38] And look, I got some\n[03:17.76] And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n[03:20.86] See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up\n[03:23.57] We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n[03:26.44] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:29.18] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n[03:32.72] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[03:35.97] I'm taking these chances\n[03:37.76] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[03:40.41] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[03:43.01] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[03:45.60] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[03:48.83] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:51.89] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n[03:55.58] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[03:58.53] I'm taking these chances\n[04:00.45] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[04:03.23] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[04:06.19] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[04:08.49] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[04:11.76] Man, man, this be that hustler music\n[04:15.22] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music, y'all\n[04:18.71] So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all\n[04:21.38] I'm asking y'all, please, please\n[04:24.05] Young Weezy got that hustler music\n[04:26.35] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\n[04:28.96] Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, yeah, yeah, woo\n[04:35.55] It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\n[04:37.99] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\n[04:40.82] It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\n[04:43.51] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n[04:46.23] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n[04:48.69] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is\n[04:51.65] Better guard your kids, guard your face\n[04:54.66] Better guard your body, we warned the place\n[04:57.47] We here\n[04:59.13] Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler Musik\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Hustler Musik\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hit me\n  start_ms: 910\n  end_ms: 2280\n- text: Pshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\n  start_ms: 2280\n  end_ms: 6680\n- text: Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know\n  start_ms: 6680\n  end_ms: 12350\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 12350\n  end_ms: 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motherfucking hustler music\n  So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\n  Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\n  I'ma paint the city red with this one\n  I'm ahead with this one\n  See, you're fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\n  No assistance, just that persistence with that commitment, if\n  I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n  I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\n  And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n  See, I be riding, just riding alone\n  With my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\n  How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\n  Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\n  Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n  So I be who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n  Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n  Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\n  Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\n  You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n  Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\n  Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\n  I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n  Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\n  Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\n  I'm like, \"What it do? 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Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nMoney is the motivation, facing the avenue\nBack touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\nGotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\nHop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\nYou know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\nAnybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\nPhantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\nI can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\nBulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\nShoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\nI'm like, \"What it do? 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What it do?\"\n[02:03.76] There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n[02:06.71] If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n[02:09.49] Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n[02:12.43] I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n[02:15.32] I take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah!\n[02:18.17] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[02:21.22] Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n[02:23.73] And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[02:28.14] I'm taking these chances\n[02:29.63] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[02:32.49] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[02:35.19] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[02:37.59] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[02:41.16] I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n[02:43.67] And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n[02:47.23] And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!\n[02:50.74] That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n[02:52.54] That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n[02:55.32] Got Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating\n[02:58.07] Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you saying?\n[03:01.08] Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in\n[03:04.00] Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n[03:06.84] Streets reply I look right in a four-seater\n[03:09.60] You know I be out here, right in a four-seater\n[03:12.37] Top floor of the Four Seasons\n[03:14.16] Four of them whores and they all know how to cook it up\n[03:17.37] And look I got some\n[03:18.67] And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n[03:21.13] See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up\n[03:24.10] We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n[03:27.13] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:29.70] Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n[03:32.32] And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n[03:36.53] I'm taking these chances\n[03:38.14] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[03:41.04] My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n[03:43.81] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[03:46.86] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[03:49.98] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:52.56] Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n[03:55.09] And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n[03:59.47] I'm taking these chances\n[04:01.15] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[04:03.88] My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n[04:06.84] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[04:09.52] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[04:12.42] Man, man, this be that hustler musik\n[04:15.88] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik y'all\n[04:19.67] So ride to it y'all, and vibe to it y'all\n[04:22.54] I'm asking y'all, please, please\n[04:24.66] Young Weezy got that hustler musik\n[04:26.66] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik\n[04:29.55] Ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah\n[04:35.30] It's trill shit man, it's real talk man\n[04:38.56] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n[04:41.11] Ayy, it's real shit man, it's real talk boy\n[04:44.17] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n[04:46.93] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n[04:49.38] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is\n[04:52.21] Better guard your kids, guard your face\n[04:55.44] Better guard your body, we warned the place\n[04:58.32] We here! Fuck bitches! 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Fuck bitches! It's Young Money, nigga\n"},{"id":33147551,"name":"Hustler Musik","trackName":"Hustler Musik","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Hustler Musik (CDS)","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit me\nPshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\nShit, you already know, you already know, you already know\nDamn\nShit, this that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\nSo ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\nGoddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\nI'ma paint the city red with this one\nI'm ahead with this one\nSee, you're fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\nNo assistance, just that persistence with that commitment, if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\nAnd if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\nSee, I be riding, just riding alone\nWith my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\nHow the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\nShall be, so I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nMoney is the motivation, facing the avenue\nBack touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\nGotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\nHop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\nYou know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\nAnybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\nPhantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\nI can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\nBulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\nShoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\nI'm like, \"What it do? 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Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n[01:09.47] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[01:12.29] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n[01:15.97] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[01:18.87] I'm taking these chances\n[01:20.85] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[01:23.76] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[01:26.46] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[01:28.83] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[01:32.30] Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n[01:35.00] Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n[01:37.76] Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\n[01:40.78] Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\n[01:43.05] You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n[01:45.98] Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\n[01:48.49] Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\n[01:52.05] I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n[01:54.75] Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\n[01:57.87] Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\n[02:00.76] I'm like, \"What it do? 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Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n  So I be who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n  Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n  Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\n  Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\n  You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n  Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\n  Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\n  I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n  Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\n  Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\n  I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n  There's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n  If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n  I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n  I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n  And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n  And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\n  That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n  That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n  Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?\n  Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in\n  Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n  Streets reply, I look right in a four-seater\n  You know I be out here right in a four-seater\n  Top floor of the Four Seasons\n  Four of them whores\n  And they all know how to cook it up\n  And look, I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n  See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up\n  We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Man, man, this be that hustler music\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music, y'all\n  So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all\n  I'm asking y'all, please, please\n  Young Weezy got that hustler music\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\n  Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, yeah, yeah, woo\n  It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\n  It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face\n  Better guard your body, we warned the place\n  We here\n  Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga\n"},{"id":31732354,"name":"Hustler Musik (radio edit)","trackName":"Hustler Musik (radio edit)","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Hustler Musik","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one\nI'ma paint da city red wit dis one\nI'm ahead wit dis one\nSee u fuckin' wit da boys\nWho tote toys way before Christmas\nNo assistance just\n\nThat persistence with\nThat commitment if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight\nAnd I deserve da throne\nAnd if da kid ain't right\nDen let me die in his songs\n\nSee I'll be ridin' just\nRidin alone'\nWit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'\nHow da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n\nShant be, so I be who I be, that's me\nDats Weezy F. Baby and\nPlease say da motherfuckin'\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nDats Weezy F. Baby and\nPlease say da motherfuckin'\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nMoney iz da motivation\nFacin' da avenue\nBack touchin' da wall\nGot da weed, got da gun\n\nGotta run when I hear da bird call\nDang, hop in dat thang and merk off\nSwerve off\nU kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.\n\nAnybody murderer\nIf Birdman sponsor it\nPhantom of da Opera\nAll black, guap tent, locked in\nI can let them shots out\nU can't get no shots in\n\nBullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof\nShoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy\nThey call 'em Bullet Tooth\nI'm like, what it do, what it do\nThere's a full court pressure\nI'm just going for da 2\n\nIf I'm open for da 3\nI'ma take it in a second\nEven if there's one second\nI'ma make it, it's nothin'\n\nI don't take it for granted\nI don't take it for nothin'\nI take it for what it's worth\nTo da derf motherfucker\n(Yea)\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nI ain't neva killed nobody I promise\nAnd I promise if u try me\nHe gon' have to rewind dis track\nAnd make me go back\nDat thing a go rrrat\nDat boy will lay flat, so flat\n\nDat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas\nGot Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\nBlack Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?\nBathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in\n\nGot me feelin' like Scarface\nLight da Cohiba, streets reply\nI look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high\nGet right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons\n4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up\n\nAnd look I got some\nAnd only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up\nSee it's a cold world so homie bundle up\nWe ain't on dis grind for nothin'\nNow get ya hustle up\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nMan, man this be that Hustler Musik\nYoung Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo\nSo ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo\nI'm asking y'all please, please\n\nYoung Weezy got that Hustla Musik\nYoung Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik\nRide to it yo, vibe to it yo\nVibe to it yo\n\nIt's trill shit man, it's real talk man\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\nIt's trill shit man, it's real talk boy\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is\nBetter guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body\nWe warned the place, we here\nFuck bitches, it's young money, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler Musik (radio edit)\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Hustler Musik\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one\n  I'ma paint da city red wit dis one\n  I'm ahead wit dis one\n  See u fuckin' wit da boys\n  Who tote toys way before Christmas\n  No assistance just\n\n  That persistence with\n  That commitment if\n  I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n  I know my vibe is tight\n  And I deserve da throne\n  And if da kid ain't right\n  Den let me die in his songs\n\n  See I'll be ridin' just\n  Ridin alone'\n  Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'\n  How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?\n  Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n\n  Shant be, so I be who I be, that's me\n  Dats Weezy F. Baby and\n  Please say da motherfuckin'\n  So I be who I be, that's me\n  Dats Weezy F. Baby and\n  Please say da motherfuckin'\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Money iz da motivation\n  Facin' da avenue\n  Back touchin' da wall\n  Got da weed, got da gun\n\n  Gotta run when I hear da bird call\n  Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off\n  Swerve off\n  U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.\n\n  Anybody murderer\n  If Birdman sponsor it\n  Phantom of da Opera\n  All black, guap tent, locked in\n  I can let them shots out\n  U can't get no shots in\n\n  Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof\n  Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy\n  They call 'em Bullet Tooth\n  I'm like, what it do, what it do\n  There's a full court pressure\n  I'm just going for da 2\n\n  If I'm open for da 3\n  I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second\n  I'ma make it, it's nothin'\n\n  I don't take it for granted\n  I don't take it for nothin'\n  I take it for what it's worth\n  To da derf motherfucker\n  (Yea)\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  I ain't neva killed nobody I promise\n  And I promise if u try me\n  He gon' have to rewind dis track\n  And make me go back\n  Dat thing a go rrrat\n  Dat boy will lay flat, so flat\n\n  Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas\n  Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?\n  Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in\n\n  Got me feelin' like Scarface\n  Light da Cohiba, streets reply\n  I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high\n  Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons\n  4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up\n\n  And look I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up\n  See it's a cold world so homie bundle up\n  We ain't on dis grind for nothin'\n  Now get ya hustle up\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Man, man this be that Hustler Musik\n  Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo\n  So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo\n  I'm asking y'all please, please\n\n  Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik\n  Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik\n  Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo\n  Vibe to it yo\n\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body\n  We warned the place, we here\n  Fuck bitches, it's young money, nigga\n"},{"id":10502558,"name":"Hustler Musik (radio edit)","trackName":"Hustler Musik (radio edit)","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Hustler Musik","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one\nI'ma paint da city red wit dis one\nI'm ahead wit dis one\nSee u fuckin' wit da boys\nWho tote toys way before Christmas\nNo assistance just\n\nThat persistence with\nThat commitment if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight\nAnd I deserve da throne\nAnd if da kid ain't right\nDen let me die in his songs\n\nSee I'll be ridin' just\nRidin alone'\nWit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'\nHow da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n\nShant be, so I be who I be, that's me\nDats Weezy F. Baby and\nPlease say da motherfuckin'\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nDats Weezy F. Baby and\nPlease say da motherfuckin'\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nMoney iz da motivation\nFacin' da avenue\nBack touchin' da wall\nGot da weed, got da gun\n\nGotta run when I hear da bird call\nDang, hop in dat thang and merk off\nSwerve off\nU kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.\n\nAnybody murderer\nIf Birdman sponsor it\nPhantom of da Opera\nAll black, guap tent, locked in\nI can let them shots out\nU can't get no shots in\n\nBullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof\nShoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy\nThey call 'em Bullet Tooth\nI'm like, what it do, what it do\nThere's a full court pressure\nI'm just going for da 2\n\nIf I'm open for da 3\nI'ma take it in a second\nEven if there's one second\nI'ma make it, it's nothin'\n\nI don't take it for granted\nI don't take it for nothin'\nI take it for what it's worth\nTo da derf motherfucker\n(Yea)\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nI ain't neva killed nobody I promise\nAnd I promise if u try me\nHe gon' have to rewind dis track\nAnd make me go back\nDat thing a go rrrat\nDat boy will lay flat, so flat\n\nDat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas\nGot Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\nBlack Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?\nBathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in\n\nGot me feelin' like Scarface\nLight da Cohiba, streets reply\nI look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high\nGet right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons\n4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up\n\nAnd look I got some\nAnd only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up\nSee it's a cold world so homie bundle up\nWe ain't on dis grind for nothin'\nNow get ya hustle up\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nMan, man this be that Hustler Musik\nYoung Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo\nSo ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo\nI'm asking y'all please, please\n\nYoung Weezy got that Hustla Musik\nYoung Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik\nRide to it yo, vibe to it yo\nVibe to it yo\n\nIt's trill shit man, it's real talk man\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\nIt's trill shit man, it's real talk boy\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is\nBetter guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body\nWe warned the place, we here\nFuck bitches, it's young money, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler Musik (radio edit)\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Hustler Musik\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one\n  I'ma paint da city red wit dis one\n  I'm ahead wit dis one\n  See u fuckin' wit da boys\n  Who tote toys way before Christmas\n  No assistance just\n\n  That persistence with\n  That commitment if\n  I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n  I know my vibe is tight\n  And I deserve da throne\n  And if da kid ain't right\n  Den let me die in his songs\n\n  See I'll be ridin' just\n  Ridin alone'\n  Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'\n  How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?\n  Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n\n  Shant be, so I be who I be, that's me\n  Dats Weezy F. Baby and\n  Please say da motherfuckin'\n  So I be who I be, that's me\n  Dats Weezy F. Baby and\n  Please say da motherfuckin'\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Money iz da motivation\n  Facin' da avenue\n  Back touchin' da wall\n  Got da weed, got da gun\n\n  Gotta run when I hear da bird call\n  Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off\n  Swerve off\n  U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.\n\n  Anybody murderer\n  If Birdman sponsor it\n  Phantom of da Opera\n  All black, guap tent, locked in\n  I can let them shots out\n  U can't get no shots in\n\n  Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof\n  Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy\n  They call 'em Bullet Tooth\n  I'm like, what it do, what it do\n  There's a full court pressure\n  I'm just going for da 2\n\n  If I'm open for da 3\n  I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second\n  I'ma make it, it's nothin'\n\n  I don't take it for granted\n  I don't take it for nothin'\n  I take it for what it's worth\n  To da derf motherfucker\n  (Yea)\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  I ain't neva killed nobody I promise\n  And I promise if u try me\n  He gon' have to rewind dis track\n  And make me go back\n  Dat thing a go rrrat\n  Dat boy will lay flat, so flat\n\n  Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas\n  Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?\n  Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in\n\n  Got me feelin' like Scarface\n  Light da Cohiba, streets reply\n  I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high\n  Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons\n  4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up\n\n  And look I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up\n  See it's a cold world so homie bundle up\n  We ain't on dis grind for nothin'\n  Now get ya hustle up\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Man, man this be that Hustler Musik\n  Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo\n  So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo\n  I'm asking y'all please, please\n\n  Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik\n  Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik\n  Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo\n  Vibe to it yo\n\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body\n  We warned the place, we here\n  Fuck bitches, it's young money, nigga\n"},{"id":33769857,"name":"Hustler Musik (radio edit)","trackName":"Hustler Musik (radio edit)","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Hustler Musik","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one\nI'ma paint da city red wit dis one\nI'm ahead wit dis one\nSee u fuckin' wit da boys\nWho tote toys way before Christmas\nNo assistance just\n\nThat persistence with\nThat commitment if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight\nAnd I deserve da throne\nAnd if da kid ain't right\nDen let me die in his songs\n\nSee I'll be ridin' just\nRidin alone'\nWit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'\nHow da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n\nShant be, so I be who I be, that's me\nDats Weezy F. Baby and\nPlease say da motherfuckin'\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nDats Weezy F. Baby and\nPlease say da motherfuckin'\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nMoney iz da motivation\nFacin' da avenue\nBack touchin' da wall\nGot da weed, got da gun\n\nGotta run when I hear da bird call\nDang, hop in dat thang and merk off\nSwerve off\nU kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.\n\nAnybody murderer\nIf Birdman sponsor it\nPhantom of da Opera\nAll black, guap tent, locked in\nI can let them shots out\nU can't get no shots in\n\nBullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof\nShoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy\nThey call 'em Bullet Tooth\nI'm like, what it do, what it do\nThere's a full court pressure\nI'm just going for da 2\n\nIf I'm open for da 3\nI'ma take it in a second\nEven if there's one second\nI'ma make it, it's nothin'\n\nI don't take it for granted\nI don't take it for nothin'\nI take it for what it's worth\nTo da derf motherfucker\n(Yea)\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nI ain't neva killed nobody I promise\nAnd I promise if u try me\nHe gon' have to rewind dis track\nAnd make me go back\nDat thing a go rrrat\nDat boy will lay flat, so flat\n\nDat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas\nGot Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\nBlack Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?\nBathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in\n\nGot me feelin' like Scarface\nLight da Cohiba, streets reply\nI look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high\nGet right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons\n4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up\n\nAnd look I got some\nAnd only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up\nSee it's a cold world so homie bundle up\nWe ain't on dis grind for nothin'\nNow get ya hustle up\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nMan, man this be that Hustler Musik\nYoung Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo\nSo ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo\nI'm asking y'all please, please\n\nYoung Weezy got that Hustla Musik\nYoung Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik\nRide to it yo, vibe to it yo\nVibe to it yo\n\nIt's trill shit man, it's real talk man\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\nIt's trill shit man, it's real talk boy\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is\nBetter guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body\nWe warned the place, we here\nFuck bitches, it's young money, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler Musik (radio edit)\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Hustler Musik\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one\n  I'ma paint da city red wit dis one\n  I'm ahead wit dis one\n  See u fuckin' wit da boys\n  Who tote toys way before Christmas\n  No assistance just\n\n  That persistence with\n  That commitment if\n  I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n  I know my vibe is tight\n  And I deserve da throne\n  And if da kid ain't right\n  Den let me die in his songs\n\n  See I'll be ridin' just\n  Ridin alone'\n  Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'\n  How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?\n  Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n\n  Shant be, so I be who I be, that's me\n  Dats Weezy F. Baby and\n  Please say da motherfuckin'\n  So I be who I be, that's me\n  Dats Weezy F. Baby and\n  Please say da motherfuckin'\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Money iz da motivation\n  Facin' da avenue\n  Back touchin' da wall\n  Got da weed, got da gun\n\n  Gotta run when I hear da bird call\n  Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off\n  Swerve off\n  U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.\n\n  Anybody murderer\n  If Birdman sponsor it\n  Phantom of da Opera\n  All black, guap tent, locked in\n  I can let them shots out\n  U can't get no shots in\n\n  Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof\n  Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy\n  They call 'em Bullet Tooth\n  I'm like, what it do, what it do\n  There's a full court pressure\n  I'm just going for da 2\n\n  If I'm open for da 3\n  I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second\n  I'ma make it, it's nothin'\n\n  I don't take it for granted\n  I don't take it for nothin'\n  I take it for what it's worth\n  To da derf motherfucker\n  (Yea)\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  I ain't neva killed nobody I promise\n  And I promise if u try me\n  He gon' have to rewind dis track\n  And make me go back\n  Dat thing a go rrrat\n  Dat boy will lay flat, so flat\n\n  Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas\n  Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?\n  Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in\n\n  Got me feelin' like Scarface\n  Light da Cohiba, streets reply\n  I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high\n  Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons\n  4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up\n\n  And look I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up\n  See it's a cold world so homie bundle up\n  We ain't on dis grind for nothin'\n  Now get ya hustle up\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Man, man this be that Hustler Musik\n  Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo\n  So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo\n  I'm asking y'all please, please\n\n  Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik\n  Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik\n  Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo\n  Vibe to it yo\n\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body\n  We warned the place, we here\n  Fuck bitches, it's young money, nigga\n"},{"id":25243441,"name":"Hustler Musik","trackName":"Hustler Musik","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Lil Wayne Essentials","duration":303.699592,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit me\nPshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\nShit, you already know, you already know, you already know\nDamn\nShit, this that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\nSo ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\nGoddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\nI'ma paint the city red with this one\nI'm ahead with this one\nSee, you're fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\nNo assistance, just that persistence with that commitment, if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\nAnd if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\nSee, I be riding, just riding alone\nWith my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\nHow the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\nShall be, so I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nMoney is the motivation, facing the avenue\nBack touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\nGotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\nHop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\nYou know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\nAnybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\nPhantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\nI can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\nBulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\nShoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\nI'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\nThere's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\nIf I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\nEven if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\nI don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\nI take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nI ain't never killed nobody, I promise\nAnd I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\nAnd make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\nThat boy'll lay flat, so flat\nThat act is what I perform amongst you haters\nGot Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\nBlack Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?\nBathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in\nGot me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\nStreets reply, I look right in a four-seater\nYou know I be out here right in a four-seater\nTop floor of the Four Seasons\nFour of them whores\nAnd they all know how to cook it up\nAnd look, I got some\nAnd only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\nSee, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up\nWe ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nMan, man, this be that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music, y'all\nSo ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all\nI'm asking y'all, please, please\nYoung Weezy got that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\nRide to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, yeah, yeah, woo\nIt's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\nIt's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is\nBetter guard your kids, guard your face\nBetter guard your body, we warned the place\nWe here\nFuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] Hit me\n[00:02.28] Pshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\n[00:06.68] Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know\n[00:12.35] Damn\n[00:13.16] Shit, this that hustler music\n[00:15.62] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\n[00:19.26] So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\n[00:23.31] Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\n[00:27.19] I'ma paint the city red with this one\n[00:29.32] I'm ahead with this one\n[00:30.79] See, you're fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\n[00:34.00] No assistance, just that persistence with that commitment, if\n[00:38.44] I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n[00:41.27] I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\n[00:44.09] And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n[00:46.98] See, I be riding, just riding alone\n[00:49.06] With my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\n[00:52.14] How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\n[00:54.80] Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\n[00:57.85] Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me\n[01:00.92] That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n[01:04.06] So I be who I be, that's me\n[01:06.69] That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n[01:09.47] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[01:12.29] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n[01:15.97] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[01:18.87] I'm taking these chances\n[01:20.85] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[01:23.76] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[01:26.46] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[01:28.83] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[01:32.30] Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n[01:35.00] Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n[01:37.76] Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\n[01:40.78] Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\n[01:43.05] You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n[01:45.98] Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\n[01:48.49] Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\n[01:52.05] I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n[01:54.75] Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\n[01:57.87] Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\n[02:00.76] I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n[02:03.37] There's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n[02:06.03] If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n[02:09.15] Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n[02:11.70] I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n[02:14.78] I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\n[02:17.87] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[02:20.42] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n[02:24.42] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[02:27.12] I'm taking these chances\n[02:29.05] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[02:31.87] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[02:34.54] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[02:37.24] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[02:40.66] I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n[02:43.43] And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n[02:46.86] And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\n[02:49.97] That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n[02:51.75] That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n[02:54.77] Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n[02:57.39] Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?\n[03:00.58] Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in\n[03:03.47] Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n[03:06.27] Streets reply, I look right in a four-seater\n[03:09.07] You know I be out here right in a four-seater\n[03:11.88] Top floor of the Four Seasons\n[03:13.04] Four of them whores\n[03:14.67] And they all know how to cook it up\n[03:16.38] And look, I got some\n[03:17.76] And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n[03:20.86] See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up\n[03:23.57] We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n[03:26.44] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:29.18] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n[03:32.72] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[03:35.97] I'm taking these chances\n[03:37.76] My head to the sky, 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woo\n[04:35.55] It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\n[04:37.99] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\n[04:40.82] It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\n[04:43.51] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n[04:46.23] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n[04:48.69] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is\n[04:51.65] Better guard your kids, guard your face\n[04:54.66] Better guard your body, we warned the place\n[04:57.47] We here\n[04:59.13] Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler Musik\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Lil Wayne Essentials\n  duration_ms: 303700\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hit me\n  start_ms: 910\n  end_ms: 2280\n- text: Pshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\n  start_ms: 2280\n  end_ms: 6680\n- text: Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know\n  start_ms: 6680\n  end_ms: 12350\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 12350\n  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Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n  So I be who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n  Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n  Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\n  Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\n  You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n  Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\n  Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\n  I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n  Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\n  Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\n  I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n  There's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n  If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n  I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n  I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n  And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n  And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\n  That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n  That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n  Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?\n  Bathing 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tear but no emotions from a king\nShall be, so I be, who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\nSo I be, who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you\nAnd we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\nMoney is the motivation, facing the avenue\nBack touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\nGotta run when I hear the bird call (brrrr), damn\nHop in that thing and merk off, swerve off\nYou know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\nAnybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it\nPhantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in\nI can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n\nBulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof\nShoot ya in your 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Fuck bitches! It's Young Money, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.17] Hit me\n[00:03.29] Shit, right in the sternum this time, T-baby\n[00:06.69] You already know\n[00:08.99] You already know\n[00:10.32] You already know\n[00:12.53] Damn\n[00:14.78] This that hustler music\n[00:16.25] Young Wezzy got that motherfucking hustler music\n[00:19.54] So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, damn\n[00:24.00] Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\n[00:27.69] I'ma paint the city red with this one\n[00:29.82] I'm ahead with this one, see you fucking with the boy\n[00:32.48] Who tote toys way before Christmas, no assistance, just\n[00:36.25] That persistence, with that commitment, if\n[00:39.02] I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n[00:41.71] I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne\n[00:44.62] And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n[00:47.39] See I be riding, just riding alone\n[00:49.87] With my daddy on my mind, like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\n[00:52.55] How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\n[00:55.24] Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n[00:58.31] Shall be, so I be, who I be, that's me\n[01:01.35] That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n[01:04.80] So I be, who I be, that's me\n[01:06.99] That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n[01:10.16] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[01:12.68] Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n[01:15.34] And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[01:19.68] I'm taking these chances\n[01:21.32] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[01:24.15] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[01:27.06] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[01:29.61] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[01:32.95] Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n[01:35.65] Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n[01:38.33] Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brrrr), damn\n[01:41.58] Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off\n[01:44.04] You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n[01:46.69] Anybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it\n[01:49.32] Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in\n[01:53.04] I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n[01:56.18] Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof\n[01:58.55] Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth\n[02:01.83] I'm like, \"What it do? 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It's Young Money, nigga\n  start_ms: 298410\n  end_ms: 303210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 303210\nplain: |-\n  Hit me\n  Shit, right in the sternum this time, T-baby\n  You already know\n  You already know\n  You already know\n  Damn\n  This that hustler music\n  Young Wezzy got that motherfucking hustler music\n  So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, damn\n\n  Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\n  I'ma paint the city red with this one\n  I'm ahead with this one, see you fucking with the boy\n  Who tote toys way before Christmas, no assistance, just\n  That persistence, with that commitment, if\n  I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n  I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne\n  And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n\n  See I be riding, just riding alone\n  With my daddy on my mind, like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\n  How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\n  Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n  Shall be, so I be, who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n  So I be, who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n  Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n  Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brrrr), damn\n  Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off\n  You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n  Anybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it\n  Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in\n  I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n\n  Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof\n  Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth\n  I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n  There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n  If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n  I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n  I take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah!\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n  And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n  And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!\n  That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n  That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n  Got Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you saying?\n  Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in\n\n  Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n  Streets reply I look right in a four-seater\n  You know I be out here, right in a four-seater\n  Top floor of the Four Seasons\n  Four of them whores and they all know how to cook it up\n  And look I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n  See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up\n  We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  Man, man, this be that hustler musik\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik y'all\n  So ride to it y'all, and vibe to it y'all\n  I'm asking y'all, please, please\n  Young Weezy got that hustler musik\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik\n  Ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah\n\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  Ayy, it's real shit man, it's real talk boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face\n  Better guard your body, we warned the place\n  We here! Fuck bitches! It's Young Money, nigga\n"},{"id":16217841,"name":"Hustler Musik (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Hustler Musik (Radio Edit)","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Hustler Musik - Single","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one\nI'ma paint da city red wit dis one\nI'm ahead wit dis one\nSee u fuckin' wit da boys\nWho tote toys way before Christmas\nNo assistance just\n\nThat persistence with\nThat commitment if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight\nAnd I deserve da throne\nAnd if da kid ain't right\nDen let me die in his songs\n\nSee I'll be ridin' just\nRidin alone'\nWit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'\nHow da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n\nShant be, so I be who I be, that's me\nDats Weezy F. Baby and\nPlease say da motherfuckin'\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nDats Weezy F. Baby and\nPlease say da motherfuckin'\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nMoney iz da motivation\nFacin' da avenue\nBack touchin' da wall\nGot da weed, got da gun\n\nGotta run when I hear da bird call\nDang, hop in dat thang and merk off\nSwerve off\nU kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.\n\nAnybody murderer\nIf Birdman sponsor it\nPhantom of da Opera\nAll black, guap tent, locked in\nI can let them shots out\nU can't get no shots in\n\nBullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof\nShoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy\nThey call 'em Bullet Tooth\nI'm like, what it do, what it do\nThere's a full court pressure\nI'm just going for da 2\n\nIf I'm open for da 3\nI'ma take it in a second\nEven if there's one second\nI'ma make it, it's nothin'\n\nI don't take it for granted\nI don't take it for nothin'\nI take it for what it's worth\nTo da derf motherfucker\n(Yea)\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nI ain't neva killed nobody I promise\nAnd I promise if u try me\nHe gon' have to rewind dis track\nAnd make me go back\nDat thing a go rrrat\nDat boy will lay flat, so flat\n\nDat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas\nGot Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\nBlack Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?\nBathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in\n\nGot me feelin' like Scarface\nLight da Cohiba, streets reply\nI look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high\nGet right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons\n4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up\n\nAnd look I got some\nAnd only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up\nSee it's a cold world so homie bundle up\nWe ain't on dis grind for nothin'\nNow get ya hustle up\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nMan, man this be that Hustler Musik\nYoung Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo\nSo ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo\nI'm asking y'all please, please\n\nYoung Weezy got that Hustla Musik\nYoung Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik\nRide to it yo, vibe to it yo\nVibe to it yo\n\nIt's trill shit man, it's real talk man\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\nIt's trill shit man, it's real talk boy\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is\nBetter guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body\nWe warned the place, we here\nFuck bitches, it's young money, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler Musik (Radio Edit)\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Hustler Musik - Single\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one\n  I'ma paint da city red wit dis one\n  I'm ahead wit dis one\n  See u fuckin' wit da boys\n  Who tote toys way before Christmas\n  No assistance just\n\n  That persistence with\n  That commitment if\n  I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n  I know my vibe is tight\n  And I deserve da throne\n  And if da kid ain't right\n  Den let me die in his songs\n\n  See I'll be ridin' just\n  Ridin alone'\n  Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'\n  How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?\n  Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n\n  Shant be, so I be who I be, that's me\n  Dats Weezy F. Baby and\n  Please say da motherfuckin'\n  So I be who I be, that's me\n  Dats Weezy F. Baby and\n  Please say da motherfuckin'\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Money iz da motivation\n  Facin' da avenue\n  Back touchin' da wall\n  Got da weed, got da gun\n\n  Gotta run when I hear da bird call\n  Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off\n  Swerve off\n  U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.\n\n  Anybody murderer\n  If Birdman sponsor it\n  Phantom of da Opera\n  All black, guap tent, locked in\n  I can let them shots out\n  U can't get no shots in\n\n  Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof\n  Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy\n  They call 'em Bullet Tooth\n  I'm like, what it do, what it do\n  There's a full court pressure\n  I'm just going for da 2\n\n  If I'm open for da 3\n  I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second\n  I'ma make it, it's nothin'\n\n  I don't take it for granted\n  I don't take it for nothin'\n  I take it for what it's worth\n  To da derf motherfucker\n  (Yea)\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  I ain't neva killed nobody I promise\n  And I promise if u try me\n  He gon' have to rewind dis track\n  And make me go back\n  Dat thing a go rrrat\n  Dat boy will lay flat, so flat\n\n  Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas\n  Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?\n  Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in\n\n  Got me feelin' like Scarface\n  Light da Cohiba, streets reply\n  I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high\n  Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons\n  4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up\n\n  And look I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up\n  See it's a cold world so homie bundle up\n  We ain't on dis grind for nothin'\n  Now get ya hustle up\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Man, man this be that Hustler Musik\n  Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo\n  So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo\n  I'm asking y'all please, please\n\n  Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik\n  Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik\n  Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo\n  Vibe to it yo\n\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body\n  We warned the place, we here\n  Fuck bitches, it's young money, nigga\n"},{"id":26020486,"name":"Hustler Musik","trackName":"Hustler Musik","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Lil.Wayne-The.Carter.II.Retail-(2005)-[NoFS]","duration":303.777959,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit me\nPshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\nShit, you already know, you already know, you already know\nDamn\nShit, this that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\nSo ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\nGoddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\nI'ma paint the city red with this one\nI'm ahead with this one\nSee, you're fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\nNo assistance, just that persistence with that commitment, if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\nAnd if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\nSee, I be riding, just riding alone\nWith my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\nHow the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\nShall be, so I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nMoney is the motivation, facing the avenue\nBack touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\nGotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\nHop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\nYou know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\nAnybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\nPhantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\nI can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\nBulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\nShoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\nI'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\nThere's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\nIf I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\nEven if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\nI don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\nI take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nI ain't never killed nobody, I promise\nAnd I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\nAnd make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\nThat boy'll lay flat, so flat\nThat act is what I perform amongst you haters\nGot Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\nBlack Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?\nBathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in\nGot me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\nStreets reply, I look right in a four-seater\nYou know I be out here right in a four-seater\nTop floor of the Four Seasons\nFour of them whores\nAnd they all know how to cook it up\nAnd look, I got some\nAnd only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\nSee, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up\nWe ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nMan, man, this be that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music, y'all\nSo ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all\nI'm asking y'all, please, please\nYoung Weezy got that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\nRide to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, yeah, yeah, woo\nIt's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\nIt's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is\nBetter guard your kids, guard your face\nBetter guard your body, we warned the place\nWe here\nFuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] Hit me\n[00:02.28] Pshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\n[00:06.68] Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know\n[00:12.35] Damn\n[00:13.16] Shit, this that hustler music\n[00:15.62] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\n[00:19.26] So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\n[00:23.31] Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\n[00:27.19] I'ma paint the city red with this one\n[00:29.32] I'm ahead with this one\n[00:30.79] See, you're fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\n[00:34.00] No assistance, just that persistence with that commitment, if\n[00:38.44] I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n[00:41.27] I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\n[00:44.09] And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n[00:46.98] See, I be riding, just riding alone\n[00:49.06] With my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\n[00:52.14] How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\n[00:54.80] Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\n[00:57.85] Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me\n[01:00.92] That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n[01:04.06] So I be who I be, that's me\n[01:06.69] That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n[01:09.47] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[01:12.29] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n[01:15.97] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[01:18.87] I'm taking these chances\n[01:20.85] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[01:23.76] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[01:26.46] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[01:28.83] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[01:32.30] Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n[01:35.00] Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n[01:37.76] Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\n[01:40.78] Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\n[01:43.05] You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n[01:45.98] Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\n[01:48.49] Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\n[01:52.05] I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n[01:54.75] Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\n[01:57.87] Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\n[02:00.76] I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n[02:03.37] There's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n[02:06.03] If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n[02:09.15] Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n[02:11.70] I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n[02:14.78] I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\n[02:17.87] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[02:20.42] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n[02:24.42] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[02:27.12] I'm taking these chances\n[02:29.05] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[02:31.87] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[02:34.54] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[02:37.24] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[02:40.66] I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n[02:43.43] And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n[02:46.86] And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\n[02:49.97] That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n[02:51.75] That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n[02:54.77] Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n[02:57.39] Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?\n[03:00.58] Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in\n[03:03.47] Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n[03:06.27] Streets reply, I look right in a four-seater\n[03:09.07] You know I be out here right in a four-seater\n[03:11.88] Top floor of the Four Seasons\n[03:13.04] Four of them whores\n[03:14.67] And they all know how to cook it up\n[03:16.38] And look, I got some\n[03:17.76] And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n[03:20.86] See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up\n[03:23.57] We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n[03:26.44] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:29.18] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n[03:32.72] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[03:35.97] I'm taking these chances\n[03:37.76] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[03:40.41] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[03:43.01] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[03:45.60] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[03:48.83] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:51.89] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n[03:55.58] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[03:58.53] I'm taking these chances\n[04:00.45] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[04:03.23] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[04:06.19] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[04:08.49] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[04:11.76] Man, man, this be that hustler music\n[04:15.22] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music, y'all\n[04:18.71] So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all\n[04:21.38] I'm asking y'all, please, please\n[04:24.05] Young Weezy got that hustler music\n[04:26.35] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\n[04:28.96] Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, yeah, yeah, woo\n[04:35.55] It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\n[04:37.99] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\n[04:40.82] It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\n[04:43.51] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n[04:46.23] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n[04:48.69] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is\n[04:51.65] Better guard your kids, guard your face\n[04:54.66] Better guard your body, we warned the place\n[04:57.47] We here\n[04:59.13] Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler Musik\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Lil.Wayne-The.Carter.II.Retail-(2005)-[NoFS]\n  duration_ms: 303778\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hit me\n  start_ms: 910\n  end_ms: 2280\n- text: Pshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\n  start_ms: 2280\n  end_ms: 6680\n- text: Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know\n  start_ms: 6680\n  end_ms: 12350\n- text: Damn\n  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Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n  So I be who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n  Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n  Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\n  Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\n  You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n  Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\n  Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\n  I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n  Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\n  Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\n  I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n  There's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n  If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n  I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n  I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n  And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n  And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\n  That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n  That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n  Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?\n  Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in\n  Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n  Streets reply, I look right in a four-seater\n  You know I be out here right in a four-seater\n  Top floor of the Four Seasons\n  Four of them whores\n  And they all know how to cook it up\n  And look, I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n  See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up\n  We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Man, man, this be that hustler music\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music, y'all\n  So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all\n  I'm asking y'all, please, please\n  Young Weezy got that hustler music\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\n  Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, yeah, yeah, woo\n  It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\n  It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face\n  Better guard your body, we warned the place\n  We here\n  Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga\n"},{"id":25735395,"name":"Hustler Musik","trackName":"Hustler Musik","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Lil.Wayne-Waynes.World.Part.3-(2006)-[NoFS]","duration":278.595918,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit me\nPshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\nShit, you already know, you already know, you already know\nDamn\nShit, this that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\nSo ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\nGoddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\nI'ma paint the city red with this one\nI'm ahead with this one\nSee, you're fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\nNo assistance, just that persistence with that commitment, if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\nAnd if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\nSee, I be riding, just riding alone\nWith my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\nHow the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\nShall be, so I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nMoney is the motivation, facing the avenue\nBack touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\nGotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\nHop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\nYou know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\nAnybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\nPhantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\nI can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\nBulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\nShoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\nI'm like, \"What it do? 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Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n[01:04.06] So I be who I be, that's me\n[01:06.69] That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n[01:09.47] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[01:12.29] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n[01:15.97] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[01:18.87] I'm taking these chances\n[01:20.85] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[01:23.76] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[01:26.46] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[01:28.83] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[01:32.30] Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n[01:35.00] Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n[01:37.76] Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\n[01:40.78] Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\n[01:43.05] You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n[01:45.98] Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\n[01:48.49] Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\n[01:52.05] I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n[01:54.75] Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\n[01:57.87] Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\n[02:00.76] I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n[02:03.37] There's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n[02:06.03] If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n[02:09.15] Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n[02:11.70] I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n[02:14.78] I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\n[02:17.87] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[02:20.42] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n[02:24.42] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[02:27.12] I'm taking these chances\n[02:29.05] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[02:31.87] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[02:34.54] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[02:37.24] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[02:40.66] I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n[02:43.43] And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n[02:46.86] And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\n[02:49.97] That boy'll lay flat, so 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woo\n[04:35.55] It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\n[04:37.99] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\n[04:40.82] It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\n[04:43.51] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n[04:46.23] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n[04:48.69] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is\n[04:51.65] Better guard your kids, guard your face\n[04:54.66] Better guard your body, we warned the place\n[04:57.47] We here\n[04:59.13] Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler Musik\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Lil.Wayne-Waynes.World.Part.3-(2006)-[NoFS]\n  duration_ms: 278596\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hit me\n  start_ms: 910\n  end_ms: 2280\n- text: Pshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\n  start_ms: 2280\n  end_ms: 6680\n- text: Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know\n  start_ms: 6680\n  end_ms: 12350\n- text: Damn\n  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Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n  So I be who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n  Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n  Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\n  Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\n  You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n  Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\n  Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\n  I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n  Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\n  Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\n  I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n  There's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n  If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n  I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n  I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n  And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n  And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\n  That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n  That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n  Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?\n  Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in\n  Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n  Streets reply, I look right in a four-seater\n  You know I be out here right in a four-seater\n  Top floor of the Four Seasons\n  Four of them whores\n  And they all know how to cook it up\n  And look, I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n  See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up\n  We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Man, man, this be that hustler music\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music, y'all\n  So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all\n  I'm asking y'all, please, please\n  Young Weezy got that hustler music\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\n  Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, yeah, yeah, woo\n  It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\n  It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face\n  Better guard your body, we warned the place\n  We here\n  Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga\n"},{"id":12097951,"name":"Hustler Musik (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Hustler Musik (Radio Edit)","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Lil Wayne Single's & Feature's","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one\nI'ma paint da city red wit dis one\nI'm ahead wit dis one\nSee u fuckin' wit da boys\nWho tote toys way before Christmas\nNo assistance just\n\nThat persistence with\nThat commitment if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight\nAnd I deserve da throne\nAnd if da kid ain't right\nDen let me die in his songs\n\nSee I'll be ridin' just\nRidin alone'\nWit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'\nHow da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n\nShant be, so I be who I be, that's me\nDats Weezy F. Baby and\nPlease say da motherfuckin'\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nDats Weezy F. Baby and\nPlease say da motherfuckin'\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nMoney iz da motivation\nFacin' da avenue\nBack touchin' da wall\nGot da weed, got da gun\n\nGotta run when I hear da bird call\nDang, hop in dat thang and merk off\nSwerve off\nU kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.\n\nAnybody murderer\nIf Birdman sponsor it\nPhantom of da Opera\nAll black, guap tent, locked in\nI can let them shots out\nU can't get no shots in\n\nBullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof\nShoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy\nThey call 'em Bullet Tooth\nI'm like, what it do, what it do\nThere's a full court pressure\nI'm just going for da 2\n\nIf I'm open for da 3\nI'ma take it in a second\nEven if there's one second\nI'ma make it, it's nothin'\n\nI don't take it for granted\nI don't take it for nothin'\nI take it for what it's worth\nTo da derf motherfucker\n(Yea)\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nI ain't neva killed nobody I promise\nAnd I promise if u try me\nHe gon' have to rewind dis track\nAnd make me go back\nDat thing a go rrrat\nDat boy will lay flat, so flat\n\nDat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas\nGot Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\nBlack Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?\nBathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in\n\nGot me feelin' like Scarface\nLight da Cohiba, streets reply\nI look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high\nGet right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons\n4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up\n\nAnd look I got some\nAnd only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up\nSee it's a cold world so homie bundle up\nWe ain't on dis grind for nothin'\nNow get ya hustle up\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nMan, man this be that Hustler Musik\nYoung Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo\nSo ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo\nI'm asking y'all please, please\n\nYoung Weezy got that Hustla Musik\nYoung Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik\nRide to it yo, vibe to it yo\nVibe to it yo\n\nIt's trill shit man, it's real talk man\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\nIt's trill shit man, it's real talk boy\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is\nBetter guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body\nWe warned the place, we here\nFuck bitches, it's young money, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler Musik (Radio Edit)\n  artist: Lil Wayne\n  album: Lil Wayne Single's & Feature's\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one\n  I'ma paint da city red wit dis one\n  I'm ahead wit dis one\n  See u fuckin' wit da boys\n  Who tote toys way before Christmas\n  No assistance just\n\n  That persistence with\n  That commitment if\n  I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n  I know my vibe is tight\n  And I deserve da throne\n  And if da kid ain't right\n  Den let me die in his songs\n\n  See I'll be ridin' just\n  Ridin alone'\n  Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'\n  How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?\n  Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n\n  Shant be, so I be who I be, that's me\n  Dats Weezy F. Baby and\n  Please say da motherfuckin'\n  So I be who I be, that's me\n  Dats Weezy F. Baby and\n  Please say da motherfuckin'\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Money iz da motivation\n  Facin' da avenue\n  Back touchin' da wall\n  Got da weed, got da gun\n\n  Gotta run when I hear da bird call\n  Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off\n  Swerve off\n  U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.\n\n  Anybody murderer\n  If Birdman sponsor it\n  Phantom of da Opera\n  All black, guap tent, locked in\n  I can let them shots out\n  U can't get no shots in\n\n  Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof\n  Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy\n  They call 'em Bullet Tooth\n  I'm like, what it do, what it do\n  There's a full court pressure\n  I'm just going for da 2\n\n  If I'm open for da 3\n  I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second\n  I'ma make it, it's nothin'\n\n  I don't take it for granted\n  I don't take it for nothin'\n  I take it for what it's worth\n  To da derf motherfucker\n  (Yea)\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  I ain't neva killed nobody I promise\n  And I promise if u try me\n  He gon' have to rewind dis track\n  And make me go back\n  Dat thing a go rrrat\n  Dat boy will lay flat, so flat\n\n  Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas\n  Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?\n  Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in\n\n  Got me feelin' like Scarface\n  Light da Cohiba, streets reply\n  I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high\n  Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons\n  4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up\n\n  And look I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up\n  See it's a cold world so homie bundle up\n  We ain't on dis grind for nothin'\n  Now get ya hustle up\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Man, man this be that Hustler Musik\n  Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo\n  So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo\n  I'm asking y'all please, please\n\n  Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik\n  Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik\n  Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo\n  Vibe to it yo\n\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body\n  We warned the place, we here\n  Fuck bitches, it's young money, nigga\n"},{"id":36457979,"name":"Hustler Musik (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Hustler Musik (Radio Edit)","artistName":"Lil' Wayne","albumName":"Unreleased Lil' Wayne 2005","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one\nI'ma paint da city red wit dis one\nI'm ahead wit dis one\nSee u fuckin' wit da boys\nWho tote toys way before Christmas\nNo assistance just\n\nThat persistence with\nThat commitment if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight\nAnd I deserve da throne\nAnd if da kid ain't right\nDen let me die in his songs\n\nSee I'll be ridin' just\nRidin alone'\nWit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'\nHow da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n\nShant be, so I be who I be, that's me\nDats Weezy F. Baby and\nPlease say da motherfuckin'\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nDats Weezy F. Baby and\nPlease say da motherfuckin'\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nMoney iz da motivation\nFacin' da avenue\nBack touchin' da wall\nGot da weed, got da gun\n\nGotta run when I hear da bird call\nDang, hop in dat thang and merk off\nSwerve off\nU kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.\n\nAnybody murderer\nIf Birdman sponsor it\nPhantom of da Opera\nAll black, guap tent, locked in\nI can let them shots out\nU can't get no shots in\n\nBullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof\nShoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy\nThey call 'em Bullet Tooth\nI'm like, what it do, what it do\nThere's a full court pressure\nI'm just going for da 2\n\nIf I'm open for da 3\nI'ma take it in a second\nEven if there's one second\nI'ma make it, it's nothin'\n\nI don't take it for granted\nI don't take it for nothin'\nI take it for what it's worth\nTo da derf motherfucker\n(Yea)\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nI ain't neva killed nobody I promise\nAnd I promise if u try me\nHe gon' have to rewind dis track\nAnd make me go back\nDat thing a go rrrat\nDat boy will lay flat, so flat\n\nDat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas\nGot Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\nBlack Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?\nBathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in\n\nGot me feelin' like Scarface\nLight da Cohiba, streets reply\nI look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high\nGet right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons\n4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up\n\nAnd look I got some\nAnd only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up\nSee it's a cold world so homie bundle up\nWe ain't on dis grind for nothin'\nNow get ya hustle up\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nBaby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\nSo bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\nI'm takin' dese chances\n\nMy head 2 da sky\nMy feet on da ground\nMy fingas 2 da judge\nIf da money don't move\n\nThen I won't budge\n(Won't budge)\nNo I won't budge, no Lord\n\nMan, man this be that Hustler Musik\nYoung Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo\nSo ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo\nI'm asking y'all please, please\n\nYoung Weezy got that Hustla Musik\nYoung Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik\nRide to it yo, vibe to it yo\nVibe to it yo\n\nIt's trill shit man, it's real talk man\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\nIt's trill shit man, it's real talk boy\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is\nBetter guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body\nWe warned the place, we here\nFuck bitches, it's young money, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler Musik (Radio Edit)\n  artist: Lil' Wayne\n  album: Unreleased Lil' Wayne 2005\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one\n  I'ma paint da city red wit dis one\n  I'm ahead wit dis one\n  See u fuckin' wit da boys\n  Who tote toys way before Christmas\n  No assistance just\n\n  That persistence with\n  That commitment if\n  I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n  I know my vibe is tight\n  And I deserve da throne\n  And if da kid ain't right\n  Den let me die in his songs\n\n  See I'll be ridin' just\n  Ridin alone'\n  Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'\n  How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?\n  Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n\n  Shant be, so I be who I be, that's me\n  Dats Weezy F. Baby and\n  Please say da motherfuckin'\n  So I be who I be, that's me\n  Dats Weezy F. Baby and\n  Please say da motherfuckin'\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Money iz da motivation\n  Facin' da avenue\n  Back touchin' da wall\n  Got da weed, got da gun\n\n  Gotta run when I hear da bird call\n  Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off\n  Swerve off\n  U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.\n\n  Anybody murderer\n  If Birdman sponsor it\n  Phantom of da Opera\n  All black, guap tent, locked in\n  I can let them shots out\n  U can't get no shots in\n\n  Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof\n  Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy\n  They call 'em Bullet Tooth\n  I'm like, what it do, what it do\n  There's a full court pressure\n  I'm just going for da 2\n\n  If I'm open for da 3\n  I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second\n  I'ma make it, it's nothin'\n\n  I don't take it for granted\n  I don't take it for nothin'\n  I take it for what it's worth\n  To da derf motherfucker\n  (Yea)\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  I ain't neva killed nobody I promise\n  And I promise if u try me\n  He gon' have to rewind dis track\n  And make me go back\n  Dat thing a go rrrat\n  Dat boy will lay flat, so flat\n\n  Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas\n  Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?\n  Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in\n\n  Got me feelin' like Scarface\n  Light da Cohiba, streets reply\n  I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high\n  Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons\n  4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up\n\n  And look I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up\n  See it's a cold world so homie bundle up\n  We ain't on dis grind for nothin'\n  Now get ya hustle up\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here\n  Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'\n  So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?\n  I'm takin' dese chances\n\n  My head 2 da sky\n  My feet on da ground\n  My fingas 2 da judge\n  If da money don't move\n\n  Then I won't budge\n  (Won't budge)\n  No I won't budge, no Lord\n\n  Man, man this be that Hustler Musik\n  Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo\n  So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo\n  I'm asking y'all please, please\n\n  Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik\n  Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik\n  Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo\n  Vibe to it yo\n\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body\n  We warned the place, we here\n  Fuck bitches, it's young money, nigga\n"},{"id":18451328,"name":"Hustler Musik","trackName":"Hustler Musik","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Lil Wayne - 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Fuck bitches! It's Young Money, nigga\n  start_ms: 298410\n  end_ms: 303210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 303210\nplain: |-\n  Hit me\n  Shit, right in the sternum this time, T-baby\n  You already know\n  You already know\n  You already know\n  Damn\n  This that hustler music\n  Young Wezzy got that motherfucking hustler music\n  So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, damn\n\n  Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\n  I'ma paint the city red with this one\n  I'm ahead with this one, see you fucking with the boy\n  Who tote toys way before Christmas, no assistance, just\n  That persistence, with that commitment, if\n  I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n  I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne\n  And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n\n  See I be riding, just riding alone\n  With my daddy on my mind, like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\n  How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\n  Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n  Shall be, so I be, who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n  So I be, who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n  Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n  Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brrrr), damn\n  Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off\n  You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n  Anybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it\n  Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in\n  I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n\n  Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof\n  Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth\n  I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n  There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n  If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n  I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n  I take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah!\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n  And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n  And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!\n  That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n  That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n  Got Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you saying?\n  Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in\n\n  Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n  Streets reply I look right in a four-seater\n  You know I be out here, right in a four-seater\n  Top floor of the Four Seasons\n  Four of them whores and they all know how to cook it up\n  And look I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n  See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up\n  We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  Man, man, this be that hustler musik\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik y'all\n  So ride to it y'all, and vibe to it y'all\n  I'm asking y'all, please, please\n  Young Weezy got that hustler musik\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik\n  Ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah\n\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  Ayy, it's real shit man, it's real talk boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face\n  Better guard your body, we warned the place\n  We here! Fuck bitches! It's Young Money, nigga\n"},{"id":33270690,"name":"Hustler Musik - Lil' Wayne","trackName":"Hustler Musik - Lil' Wayne","artistName":"Lil' Wayne","albumName":"Billboard Top 100 - 05/06/06","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit me\nRight in the sternum this time, T-Baby\nYou already know, you already know, you already know\nDamn\nShit, this that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music\nSo ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\n\nGoddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\nI'ma paint the city red with this one\nI'm ahead with this one\nSee, you fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\nNo assistance just that persistence with that commitment if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\nAnd if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n\nSee, I be ridin', just ridin' alone\nWith my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\nHow the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\nShall be, so I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'\nSo, b-, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm takin' these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\nMoney is the motivation, facing the avenue\nBack touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\nGotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\nHop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\nYou know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\nAnybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\nPhantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked in\nI can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n\nBulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof\nShoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth\nI'm like, \"What it do? 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budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\nMan, man, this be that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music, y'all\nSo ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all\nI'm asking y'all, please, please\nYoung Weezy got that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music\nRide to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it y'all, yeah, yeah, woo\n\nIt's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\nIt's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\nI ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\nI ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it is\nBetter guard your kids, guard your face\nBetter guard your body, we warned the place\nWe here\nIt's Young Money, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] Hit me\n[00:02.53] Right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\n[00:07.17] You already know, you already know, you already know\n[00:11.37] Damn\n[00:13.15] Shit, this that hustler music\n[00:16.06] Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music\n[00:19.16] So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\n[00:23.45] Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\n[00:27.86] I'ma paint the city red with this one\n[00:29.72] I'm ahead with this one\n[00:31.19] See, you fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\n[00:34.64] No assistance just that persistence with that commitment if\n[00:38.95] I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n[00:41.74] I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\n[00:44.48] And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n[00:47.43] See, I be ridin', just ridin' alone\n[00:49.72] With my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\n[00:52.54] How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\n[00:55.40] Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\n[00:58.28] Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me\n[01:01.27] That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n[01:04.43] So I be who I be, that's me\n[01:06.93] That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n[01:09.92] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[01:12.71] Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'\n[01:16.39] So, b-, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[01:19.32] I'm takin' these chances\n[01:21.33] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[01:24.17] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[01:26.85] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[01:29.02] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[01:32.42] Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n[01:35.68] Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n[01:38.49] Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\n[01:41.40] Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\n[01:44.13] You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n[01:46.76] Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\n[01:49.16] Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked in\n[01:52.99] I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n[01:55.72] Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof\n[01:58.78] Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth\n[02:01.58] I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n[02:04.16] There's a full court pressure, I'm just goin' for the two\n[02:06.93] If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n[02:09.83] Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothin'\n[02:12.75] I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothin'\n[02:15.48] I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\n[02:18.85] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[02:21.49] Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'\n[02:24.78] So, b-, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[02:27.83] I'm takin' these chances\n[02:29.86] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[02:32.50] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[02:35.37] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[02:37.78] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[02:41.01] I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n[02:44.17] And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n[02:47.70] And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\n[02:50.65] That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n[02:52.64] That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n[02:55.55] Got nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n[02:58.27] Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you sayin'?\n[03:01.17] Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in\n[03:04.04] Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n[03:07.07] Streets reply I look right in a four-seater\n[03:09.77] You know I be out here right in a four-seater\n[03:12.48] Top floor of the Four Seasons\n[03:14.43] Four of them -\n[03:15.73] And they all know how to cook it up\n[03:17.38] And look I got some\n[03:18.86] And only one know how to bag, b-, bundle up\n[03:21.32] See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up\n[03:24.47] We ain't on this grind for nothin', now get your hustle up\n[03:27.12] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:29.96] Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'\n[03:33.50] So, b-, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[03:36.37] I'm takin' these chances\n[03:38.33] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[03:40.96] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[03:43.96] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[03:46.11] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[03:49.79] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:52.73] Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'\n[03:56.32] So, b-, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[03:59.37] I'm takin' these chances\n[04:01.22] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[04:03.93] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[04:06.74] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[04:09.13] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[04:12.39] Man, man, this be that hustler music\n[04:15.99] Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music, y'all\n[04:19.89] So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all\n[04:22.66] I'm asking y'all, please, please\n[04:24.86] Young Weezy got that hustler music\n[04:27.03] Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music\n[04:29.84] Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it y'all, yeah, yeah, woo\n[04:35.84] It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\n[04:38.72] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\n[04:41.57] It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\n[04:44.38] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n[04:46.80] I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it go\n[04:49.64] I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it is\n[04:52.50] Better guard your kids, guard your face\n[04:55.58] Better guard your body, we warned the place\n[04:58.46] We here\n[04:59.88] It's Young Money, nigga\n[05:02.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler Musik - 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no emotions from a king\nShall be, so I be, who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\nSo I be, who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you\nAnd we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\nMoney is the motivation, facing the avenue\nBack touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\nGotta run when I hear the bird call (brrrr), damn\nHop in that thing and merk off, swerve off\nYou know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\nAnybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it\nPhantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in\nI can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n\nBulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof\nShoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, 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What it do?\"\nThere's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two\nIf I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\nEven if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\nI don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\nI take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah!\n\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you\nAnd we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\nI ain't never killed nobody, I promise\nAnd I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\nAnd make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!\nThat boy'll lay flat, so flat\nThat act is what I perform amongst you haters\nGot Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating\nBlack Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you saying?\nBathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in\n\nGot me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\nStreets reply I look right in a four-seater\nYou know I be out here, right in a four-seater\nTop floor of the Four Seasons\nFour of them whores and they all know how to cook it up\nAnd look I got some\nAnd only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\nSee, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up\nWe ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you\nAnd we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you\nAnd we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\nMan, man, this be that hustler musik\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik y'all\nSo ride to it y'all, and vibe to it y'all\nI'm asking y'all, please, please\nYoung Weezy got that hustler musik\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik\nRide to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah\n\nIt's trill shit man, it's real talk man\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\nAyy, it's real shit man, it's real talk boy\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is\nBetter guard your kids, guard your face\nBetter guard your body, we warned the place\nWe here! Fuck bitches! It's Young Money, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.17] Hit me\n[00:03.29] Shit, right in the sternum this time, T-baby\n[00:06.69] You already know\n[00:08.99] You already know\n[00:10.32] You already know\n[00:12.53] Damn\n[00:14.78] This that hustler music\n[00:16.25] Young Wezzy got that motherfucking hustler music\n[00:19.54] So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, damn\n[00:24.00] Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\n[00:27.69] I'ma paint the city red with this one\n[00:29.82] I'm ahead with this one, see you fucking with the boy\n[00:32.48] Who tote toys way before Christmas, no assistance, just\n[00:36.25] That persistence, with that commitment, if\n[00:39.02] I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n[00:41.71] I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne\n[00:44.62] And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n[00:47.39] See I be riding, just riding alone\n[00:49.87] With my daddy on my mind, like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\n[00:52.55] How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\n[00:55.24] Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n[00:58.31] Shall be, so I be, who I be, that's me\n[01:01.35] That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n[01:04.80] So I be, who I be, that's me\n[01:06.99] That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n[01:10.16] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[01:12.68] Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n[01:15.34] And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[01:19.68] I'm taking these chances\n[01:21.32] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[01:24.15] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[01:27.06] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[01:29.61] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[01:32.95] Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n[01:35.65] Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n[01:38.33] Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brrrr), damn\n[01:41.58] Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off\n[01:44.04] You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n[01:46.69] Anybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it\n[01:49.32] Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in\n[01:53.04] I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n[01:56.18] Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof\n[01:58.55] Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth\n[02:01.83] I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n[02:03.93] There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n[02:06.98] If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n[02:09.75] Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n[02:12.85] I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n[02:15.48] I take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah!\n[02:18.52] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[02:21.21] Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n[02:23.81] And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[02:28.25] I'm taking these chances\n[02:29.96] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[02:32.73] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[02:35.62] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[02:38.23] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[02:41.51] I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n[02:44.17] And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n[02:47.72] And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!\n[02:50.53] That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n[02:52.53] That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n[02:55.38] Got Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating\n[02:58.25] Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you saying?\n[03:01.19] Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in\n[03:04.04] Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n[03:07.29] Streets reply I look right in a four-seater\n[03:09.97] You know I be out here, right in a four-seater\n[03:12.58] Top floor of the Four Seasons\n[03:14.48] Four of them whores and they all know how to cook it up\n[03:17.40] And look I got some\n[03:18.83] And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n[03:21.67] See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up\n[03:24.46] We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n[03:27.16] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:29.81] Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n[03:32.44] And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n[03:36.82] I'm taking these chances\n[03:38.47] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[03:41.31] My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n[03:44.15] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[03:46.88] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[03:50.03] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:52.69] Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n[03:55.35] And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n[03:59.66] I'm taking these chances\n[04:01.31] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[04:04.18] My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n[04:07.07] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[04:09.69] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[04:13.21] Man, man, this be that hustler musik\n[04:16.20] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik y'all\n[04:19.52] So ride to it y'all, and vibe to it y'all\n[04:22.59] I'm asking y'all, please, please\n[04:24.76] Young Weezy got that hustler musik\n[04:26.92] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik\n[04:29.73] Ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah\n[04:33.85] It's trill shit man, it's real talk man\n[04:38.80] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n[04:41.32] Ayy, it's real shit man, it's real talk boy\n[04:44.54] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n[04:46.80] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n[04:49.74] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is\n[04:52.73] Better guard your kids, guard your face\n[04:55.67] Better guard your body, we warned the place\n[04:58.41] We here! Fuck bitches! 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It's Young Money, nigga\n  start_ms: 298410\n  end_ms: 303210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 303210\nplain: |-\n  Hit me\n  Shit, right in the sternum this time, T-baby\n  You already know\n  You already know\n  You already know\n  Damn\n  This that hustler music\n  Young Wezzy got that motherfucking hustler music\n  So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, damn\n\n  Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\n  I'ma paint the city red with this one\n  I'm ahead with this one, see you fucking with the boy\n  Who tote toys way before Christmas, no assistance, just\n  That persistence, with that commitment, if\n  I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n  I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne\n  And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n\n  See I be riding, just riding alone\n  With my daddy on my mind, like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\n  How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\n  Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n  Shall be, so I be, who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n  So I be, who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n  Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n  Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brrrr), damn\n  Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off\n  You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n  Anybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it\n  Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in\n  I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n\n  Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof\n  Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth\n  I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n  There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n  If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n  I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n  I take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah!\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n  And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n  And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!\n  That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n  That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n  Got Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you saying?\n  Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in\n\n  Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n  Streets reply I look right in a four-seater\n  You know I be out here, right in a four-seater\n  Top floor of the Four Seasons\n  Four of them whores and they all know how to cook it up\n  And look I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n  See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up\n  We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  Man, man, this be that hustler musik\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik y'all\n  So ride to it y'all, and vibe to it y'all\n  I'm asking y'all, please, please\n  Young Weezy got that hustler musik\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik\n  Ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah\n\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  Ayy, it's real shit man, it's real talk boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face\n  Better guard your body, we warned the place\n  We here! Fuck bitches! It's Young Money, nigga\n"},{"id":23125469,"name":"Hustler Musik","trackName":"Hustler Musik","artistName":"Lil Wayne\u0000Lil Wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter II","duration":303.6992,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit me\nShit, right in the sternum this time, T-baby\nYou already know\nYou already know\nYou already know\nDamn\nThis that hustler music\nYoung Wezzy got that motherfucking hustler music\nSo ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, damn\n\nGoddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\nI'ma paint the city red with this one\nI'm ahead with this one, see you fucking with the boy\nWho tote toys way before Christmas, no assistance, just\nThat persistence, with that commitment, if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne\nAnd if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n\nSee I be riding, just riding alone\nWith my daddy on my mind, like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\nHow the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\nShall be, so I be, who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\nSo I be, who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you\nAnd we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\nMoney is the motivation, facing the avenue\nBack touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\nGotta run when I hear the bird call (brrrr), damn\nHop in that thing and merk off, swerve off\nYou know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\nAnybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it\nPhantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in\nI can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n\nBulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof\nShoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth\nI'm like, \"What it do? 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Fuck bitches! 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Fuck bitches! 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Fuck bitches! It's Young Money, nigga\n  start_ms: 298410\n  end_ms: 303210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 303210\nplain: |-\n  Hit me\n  Shit, right in the sternum this time, T-baby\n  You already know\n  You already know\n  You already know\n  Damn\n  This that hustler music\n  Young Wezzy got that motherfucking hustler music\n  So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, damn\n\n  Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\n  I'ma paint the city red with this one\n  I'm ahead with this one, see you fucking with the boy\n  Who tote toys way before Christmas, no assistance, just\n  That persistence, with that commitment, if\n  I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n  I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne\n  And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n\n  See I be riding, just riding alone\n  With my daddy on my mind, like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\n  How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\n  Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king\n  Shall be, so I be, who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n  So I be, who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n  Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n  Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brrrr), damn\n  Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off\n  You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n  Anybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it\n  Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in\n  I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n\n  Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof\n  Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth\n  I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n  There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n  If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n  I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n  I take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah!\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n  And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n  And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!\n  That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n  That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n  Got Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you saying?\n  Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in\n\n  Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n  Streets reply I look right in a four-seater\n  You know I be out here, right in a four-seater\n  Top floor of the Four Seasons\n  Four of them whores and they all know how to cook it up\n  And look I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n  See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up\n  We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n  And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n\n  Man, man, this be that hustler musik\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik y'all\n  So ride to it y'all, and vibe to it y'all\n  I'm asking y'all, please, please\n  Young Weezy got that hustler musik\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik\n  Ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah\n\n  It's trill shit man, it's real talk man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  Ayy, it's real shit man, it's real talk boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face\n  Better guard your body, we warned the place\n  We here! Fuck bitches! 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Fuck bitches! 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What it do?\"\n[02:03.76] There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n[02:06.71] If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n[02:09.49] Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n[02:12.43] I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n[02:15.32] I take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah!\n[02:18.17] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[02:21.22] Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n[02:23.73] And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[02:28.14] I'm taking these chances\n[02:29.63] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[02:32.49] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[02:35.19] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[02:37.59] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[02:41.16] I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n[02:43.67] And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n[02:47.23] And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!\n[02:50.74] That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n[02:52.54] That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n[02:55.32] Got Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating\n[02:58.07] Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you saying?\n[03:01.08] Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in\n[03:04.00] Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n[03:06.84] Streets reply I look right in a four-seater\n[03:09.60] You know I be out here, right in a four-seater\n[03:12.37] Top floor of the Four Seasons\n[03:14.16] Four of them whores and they all know how to cook it up\n[03:17.37] And look I got some\n[03:18.67] And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n[03:21.13] See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up\n[03:24.10] We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n[03:27.13] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:29.70] Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n[03:32.32] And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n[03:36.53] I'm taking these chances\n[03:38.14] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[03:41.04] My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n[03:43.81] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[03:46.86] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[03:49.98] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:52.56] Doing what I gotta do for me and you\n[03:55.09] And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?\n[03:59.47] I'm taking these chances\n[04:01.15] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[04:03.88] My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move\n[04:06.84] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[04:09.52] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[04:12.42] Man, man, this be that hustler musik\n[04:15.88] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik y'all\n[04:19.67] So ride to it y'all, and vibe to it y'all\n[04:22.54] I'm asking y'all, please, please\n[04:24.66] Young Weezy got that hustler musik\n[04:26.66] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik\n[04:29.55] Ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah\n[04:35.30] It's trill shit man, it's real talk man\n[04:38.56] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n[04:41.11] Ayy, it's real shit man, it's real talk boy\n[04:44.17] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n[04:46.93] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n[04:49.38] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is\n[04:52.21] Better guard your kids, guard your face\n[04:55.44] Better guard your body, we warned the place\n[04:58.32] We here! Fuck bitches! 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Fuck bitches! It's Young Money, nigga\n"},{"id":1189050,"name":"Hustler Musik","trackName":"Hustler Musik","artistName":"lil wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter II","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit me\nPshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\nShit, you already know, you already know, you already know\nDamn\nShit, this that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\nSo ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\nGoddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\nI'ma paint the city red with this one\nI'm ahead with this one\nSee, you're fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\nNo assistance, just that persistence with that commitment, if\nI don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\nI know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\nAnd if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\nSee, I be riding, just riding alone\nWith my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\nHow the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\nSometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\nShall be, so I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nSo I be who I be, that's me\nThat's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nMoney is the motivation, facing the avenue\nBack touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\nGotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\nHop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\nYou know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\nAnybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\nPhantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\nI can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\nBulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\nShoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\nI'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\nThere's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\nIf I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\nEven if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\nI don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\nI take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nI ain't never killed nobody, I promise\nAnd I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\nAnd make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\nThat boy'll lay flat, so flat\nThat act is what I perform amongst you haters\nGot Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\nBlack Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?\nBathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in\nGot me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\nStreets reply, I look right in a four-seater\nYou know I be out here right in a four-seater\nTop floor of the Four Seasons\nFour of them whores\nAnd they all know how to cook it up\nAnd look, I got some\nAnd only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\nSee, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up\nWe ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\nDoing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\nSo, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\nI'm taking these chances\nMy head to the sky, my feet on the ground\nMy fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\nThen I won't budge, won't budge\nNo, I won't budge, no, Lord\nMan, man, this be that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music, y'all\nSo ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all\nI'm asking y'all, please, please\nYoung Weezy got that hustler music\nYoung Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\nRide to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, yeah, yeah, woo\nIt's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\nIt's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\nIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\nI ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is\nBetter guard your kids, guard your face\nBetter guard your body, we warned the place\nWe here\nFuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] Hit me\n[00:02.28] Pshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\n[00:06.68] Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know\n[00:12.35] Damn\n[00:13.16] Shit, this that hustler music\n[00:15.62] Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\n[00:19.26] So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\n[00:23.31] Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\n[00:27.19] I'ma paint the city red with this one\n[00:29.32] I'm ahead with this one\n[00:30.79] See, you're fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\n[00:34.00] No assistance, just that persistence with that commitment, if\n[00:38.44] I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n[00:41.27] I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\n[00:44.09] And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n[00:46.98] See, I be riding, just riding alone\n[00:49.06] With my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\n[00:52.14] How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\n[00:54.80] Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\n[00:57.85] Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me\n[01:00.92] That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n[01:04.06] So I be who I be, that's me\n[01:06.69] That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n[01:09.47] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[01:12.29] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n[01:15.97] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[01:18.87] I'm taking these chances\n[01:20.85] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[01:23.76] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[01:26.46] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[01:28.83] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[01:32.30] Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n[01:35.00] Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n[01:37.76] Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\n[01:40.78] Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\n[01:43.05] You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n[01:45.98] Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\n[01:48.49] Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\n[01:52.05] I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n[01:54.75] Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\n[01:57.87] Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\n[02:00.76] I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n[02:03.37] There's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n[02:06.03] If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n[02:09.15] Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n[02:11.70] I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n[02:14.78] I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\n[02:17.87] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[02:20.42] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n[02:24.42] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[02:27.12] I'm taking these chances\n[02:29.05] My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n[02:31.87] My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n[02:34.54] Then I won't budge, won't budge\n[02:37.24] No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n[02:40.66] I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n[02:43.43] And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n[02:46.86] And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\n[02:49.97] That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n[02:51.75] That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n[02:54.77] Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n[02:57.39] Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?\n[03:00.58] Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in\n[03:03.47] Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n[03:06.27] Streets reply, I look right in a four-seater\n[03:09.07] You know I be out here right in a four-seater\n[03:11.88] Top floor of the Four Seasons\n[03:13.04] Four of them whores\n[03:14.67] And they all know how to cook it up\n[03:16.38] And look, I got some\n[03:17.76] And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n[03:20.86] See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up\n[03:23.57] We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n[03:26.44] Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n[03:29.18] Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n[03:32.72] So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n[03:35.97] I'm taking these chances\n[03:37.76] My head to the sky, 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woo\n[04:35.55] It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\n[04:37.99] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\n[04:40.82] It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\n[04:43.51] It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n[04:46.23] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n[04:48.69] I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is\n[04:51.65] Better guard your kids, guard your face\n[04:54.66] Better guard your body, we warned the place\n[04:57.47] We here\n[04:59.13] Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler Musik\n  artist: lil wayne\n  album: Tha Carter II\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hit me\n  start_ms: 910\n  end_ms: 2280\n- text: Pshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby\n  start_ms: 2280\n  end_ms: 6680\n- text: Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know\n  start_ms: 6680\n  end_ms: 12350\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 12350\n  end_ms: 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motherfucking hustler music\n  So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn\n  Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one\n  I'ma paint the city red with this one\n  I'm ahead with this one\n  See, you're fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas\n  No assistance, just that persistence with that commitment, if\n  I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight\n  I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne\n  And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song\n  See, I be riding, just riding alone\n  With my daddy on my mind like, \"You gotta be kidding\"\n  How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?\n  Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king\n  Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n  So I be who I be, that's me\n  That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Money is the motivation, facing the avenue\n  Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun\n  Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr)\n  Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off\n  You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)\n  Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)\n  Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in\n  I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in\n  Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof\n  Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth\n  I'm like, \"What it do? What it do?\"\n  There's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two\n  If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second\n  Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing\n  I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing\n  I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  I ain't never killed nobody, I promise\n  And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track\n  And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat\n  That boy'll lay flat, so flat\n  That act is what I perform amongst you haters\n  Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating\n  Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying?\n  Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in\n  Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba\n  Streets reply, I look right in a four-seater\n  You know I be out here right in a four-seater\n  Top floor of the Four Seasons\n  Four of them whores\n  And they all know how to cook it up\n  And look, I got some\n  And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up\n  See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up\n  We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\n  Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating\n  So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?\n  I'm taking these chances\n  My head to the sky, my feet on the ground\n  My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move\n  Then I won't budge, won't budge\n  No, I won't budge, no, Lord\n  Man, man, this be that hustler music\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music, y'all\n  So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all\n  I'm asking y'all, please, please\n  Young Weezy got that hustler music\n  Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music\n  Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, yeah, yeah, woo\n  It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy\n  It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy\n  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go\n  I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is\n  Better guard your kids, guard your face\n  Better guard your body, we warned the place\n  We here\n  Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga\n"}]