[{"id":20747395,"name":"Honcho","trackName":"Honcho","artistName":"MC Eiht","albumName":"Honcho","duration":235.441633,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hold up, back up\nYeah, nigga\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nNo-no-n-no-no-no time to hide\nYou know the fuckin' vibes, nigga, gangsta shit, fuck nigga\nNo-no-n-no-no-no-no time to hide\nDrive-bys in broad daylight, nigga\n(boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\nGive a fuck who outside, boy\nNo-no-no-no time to hide\nLook, look, look (brrrr)\nWe got guns like the military\nKill and bury all the opps until I fill a cemetery (hahaha)\nYou know the motto, I smoke the Gelato, lemon-cherry\nFifty-clip in every stick I carry, I'm a visionary (ah ha)\nI seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition (no cap)\nWhen I used to be recitin' my shit\nWhile I was baggin' 'caine in the kitchen (whip up)\nWeighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head, I almost died bro\nI came within inches: why I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)\nYeah, at fifteen, caught a body\nTurned around and looked for witnesses, but never saw nobody\nHow I'm breakin' bricks up with my hands? I wasn't taught karate\nI just flipped that shit and took the bands\nAnd went and bought a Masi (vroom)\nRidin' with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em\nMy brother on parole\nHe still ridin' with his gun on him (he got his blicky, nigga)\nWhippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (uh-huh)\nStay in your lane, this your one warning\n(boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\nMachine, bitch\n\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nGeah\nNo-no-no-no-no time to hide\nHoncho\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nNo-no-no-n-no-no time to hide\nGeah nigga, Honcho\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nHaha\nNo-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\nGeah, Honcho\nHold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough\nA-and-and everything is alright\nBig shit, nigga! Geah (b-b-b-buah, geah)\nI had a dream: by any means, kingpin (geah)\nSink or swim, I'm jumpin' off in the deep end\nGang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (gr-r-r-ah)\nDope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (haha)\nGang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (crack bags)\nDrive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (doo doo doo)\nYoung nigga, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (vroom)\nBlue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie\nSnaps on the petro, the dope whip (dope whip)\nHit your block twice, nigga, turnaround trip (b-b-b-buah)\n40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (extra clip)\nTryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (ch-ch-ch, yeah)\nMarathon like Nip, win the race (win the race)\nWhip a pill with the work, babyface (haha)\nYeah, my nigga with the piece, no Jesus\nFour-five, nigga, you bustas have never squeezed it\n\nGeah (geah) Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nNo-no-no-no-n-no (Geah) time to hide (Honcho)\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nNo-no-no (Geah nigga) time to hide (Honcho)\nHold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough\nHaha, geah\nNo-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\nHoncho\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nBlue Stamp Official (And-and-and everything is alright)\nGeah! Honcho\nMy nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!\nMy nigga Chill, [?]\nAnd that's official, nigga\nDoo doo doo! Geah\nShots fired, clown\nFuck that, we the best, right here\nHood shit, nigga\nGeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Honcho\n  artist: MC Eiht\n  album: Honcho\n  duration_ms: 235442\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hold up, back up\n  Yeah, nigga\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-n-no-no-no time to hide\n  You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga, gangsta shit, fuck nigga\n  No-no-n-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Drive-bys in broad daylight, nigga\n  (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\n  Give a fuck who outside, boy\n  No-no-no-no time to hide\n  Look, look, look (brrrr)\n  We got guns like the military\n  Kill and bury all the opps until I fill a cemetery (hahaha)\n  You know the motto, I smoke the Gelato, lemon-cherry\n  Fifty-clip in every stick I carry, I'm a visionary (ah ha)\n  I seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition (no cap)\n  When I used to be recitin' my shit\n  While I was baggin' 'caine in the kitchen (whip up)\n  Weighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head, I almost died bro\n  I came within inches: why I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)\n  Yeah, at fifteen, caught a body\n  Turned around and looked for witnesses, but never saw nobody\n  How I'm breakin' bricks up with my hands? I wasn't taught karate\n  I just flipped that shit and took the bands\n  And went and bought a Masi (vroom)\n  Ridin' with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em\n  My brother on parole\n  He still ridin' with his gun on him (he got his blicky, nigga)\n  Whippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (uh-huh)\n  Stay in your lane, this your one warning\n  (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\n  Machine, bitch\n\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Geah\n  No-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no-n-no-no time to hide\n  Geah nigga, Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Haha\n  No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Geah, Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough\n  A-and-and everything is alright\n  Big shit, nigga! Geah (b-b-b-buah, geah)\n  I had a dream: by any means, kingpin (geah)\n  Sink or swim, I'm jumpin' off in the deep end\n  Gang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (gr-r-r-ah)\n  Dope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (haha)\n  Gang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (crack bags)\n  Drive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (doo doo doo)\n  Young nigga, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (vroom)\n  Blue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie\n  Snaps on the petro, the dope whip (dope whip)\n  Hit your block twice, nigga, turnaround trip (b-b-b-buah)\n  40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (extra clip)\n  Tryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (ch-ch-ch, yeah)\n  Marathon like Nip, win the race (win the race)\n  Whip a pill with the work, babyface (haha)\n  Yeah, my nigga with the piece, no Jesus\n  Four-five, nigga, you bustas have never squeezed it\n\n  Geah (geah) Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no-no-n-no (Geah) time to hide (Honcho)\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no (Geah nigga) time to hide (Honcho)\n  Hold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough\n  Haha, geah\n  No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Blue Stamp Official (And-and-and everything is alright)\n  Geah! Honcho\n  My nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!\n  My nigga Chill, [?]\n  And that's official, nigga\n  Doo doo doo! Geah\n  Shots fired, clown\n  Fuck that, we the best, right here\n  Hood shit, nigga\n  Geah\n"},{"id":10549104,"name":"Honcho","trackName":"Honcho","artistName":"MC Eiht","albumName":"Lessons","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hold up, back up\nYeah, nigga\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nNo-no-n-no-no-no time to hide\nYou know the fuckin' vibes, nigga, gangsta shit, fuck nigga\nNo-no-n-no-no-no-no time to hide\nDrive-bys in broad daylight, nigga\n(boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\nGive a fuck who outside, boy\nNo-no-no-no time to hide\nLook, look, look (brrrr)\nWe got guns like the military\nKill and bury all the opps until I fill a cemetery (hahaha)\nYou know the motto, I smoke the Gelato, lemon-cherry\nFifty-clip in every stick I carry, I'm a visionary (ah ha)\nI seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition (no cap)\nWhen I used to be recitin' my shit\nWhile I was baggin' 'caine in the kitchen (whip up)\nWeighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head, I almost died bro\nI came within inches: why I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)\nYeah, at fifteen, caught a body\nTurned around and looked for witnesses, but never saw nobody\nHow I'm breakin' bricks up with my hands? I wasn't taught karate\nI just flipped that shit and took the bands\nAnd went and bought a Masi (vroom)\nRidin' with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em\nMy brother on parole\nHe still ridin' with his gun on him (he got his blicky, nigga)\nWhippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (uh-huh)\nStay in your lane, this your one warning\n(boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\nMachine, bitch\n\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nGeah\nNo-no-no-no-no time to hide\nHoncho\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nNo-no-no-n-no-no time to hide\nGeah nigga, Honcho\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nHaha\nNo-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\nGeah, Honcho\nHold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough\nA-and-and everything is alright\nBig shit, nigga! Geah (b-b-b-buah, geah)\nI had a dream: by any means, kingpin (geah)\nSink or swim, I'm jumpin' off in the deep end\nGang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (gr-r-r-ah)\nDope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (haha)\nGang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (crack bags)\nDrive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (doo doo doo)\nYoung nigga, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (vroom)\nBlue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie\nSnaps on the petro, the dope whip (dope whip)\nHit your block twice, nigga, turnaround trip (b-b-b-buah)\n40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (extra clip)\nTryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (ch-ch-ch, yeah)\nMarathon like Nip, win the race (win the race)\nWhip a pill with the work, babyface (haha)\nYeah, my nigga with the piece, no Jesus\nFour-five, nigga, you bustas have never squeezed it\n\nGeah (geah) Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nNo-no-no-no-n-no (Geah) time to hide (Honcho)\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nNo-no-no (Geah nigga) time to hide (Honcho)\nHold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough\nHaha, geah\nNo-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\nHoncho\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nBlue Stamp Official (And-and-and everything is alright)\nGeah! Honcho\nMy nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!\nMy nigga Chill, [?]\nAnd that's official, nigga\nDoo doo doo! Geah\nShots fired, clown\nFuck that, we the best, right here\nHood shit, nigga\nGeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Honcho\n  artist: MC Eiht\n  album: Lessons\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hold up, back up\n  Yeah, nigga\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-n-no-no-no time to hide\n  You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga, gangsta shit, fuck nigga\n  No-no-n-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Drive-bys in broad daylight, nigga\n  (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\n  Give a fuck who outside, boy\n  No-no-no-no time to hide\n  Look, look, look (brrrr)\n  We got guns like the military\n  Kill and bury all the opps until I fill a cemetery (hahaha)\n  You know the motto, I smoke the Gelato, lemon-cherry\n  Fifty-clip in every stick I carry, I'm a visionary (ah ha)\n  I seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition (no cap)\n  When I used to be recitin' my shit\n  While I was baggin' 'caine in the kitchen (whip up)\n  Weighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head, I almost died bro\n  I came within inches: why I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)\n  Yeah, at fifteen, caught a body\n  Turned around and looked for witnesses, but never saw nobody\n  How I'm breakin' bricks up with my hands? I wasn't taught karate\n  I just flipped that shit and took the bands\n  And went and bought a Masi (vroom)\n  Ridin' with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em\n  My brother on parole\n  He still ridin' with his gun on him (he got his blicky, nigga)\n  Whippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (uh-huh)\n  Stay in your lane, this your one warning\n  (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\n  Machine, bitch\n\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Geah\n  No-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no-n-no-no time to hide\n  Geah nigga, Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Haha\n  No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Geah, Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough\n  A-and-and everything is alright\n  Big shit, nigga! Geah (b-b-b-buah, geah)\n  I had a dream: by any means, kingpin (geah)\n  Sink or swim, I'm jumpin' off in the deep end\n  Gang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (gr-r-r-ah)\n  Dope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (haha)\n  Gang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (crack bags)\n  Drive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (doo doo doo)\n  Young nigga, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (vroom)\n  Blue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie\n  Snaps on the petro, the dope whip (dope whip)\n  Hit your block twice, nigga, turnaround trip (b-b-b-buah)\n  40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (extra clip)\n  Tryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (ch-ch-ch, yeah)\n  Marathon like Nip, win the race (win the race)\n  Whip a pill with the work, babyface (haha)\n  Yeah, my nigga with the piece, no Jesus\n  Four-five, nigga, you bustas have never squeezed it\n\n  Geah (geah) Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no-no-n-no (Geah) time to hide (Honcho)\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no (Geah nigga) time to hide (Honcho)\n  Hold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough\n  Haha, geah\n  No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Blue Stamp Official (And-and-and everything is alright)\n  Geah! Honcho\n  My nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!\n  My nigga Chill, [?]\n  And that's official, nigga\n  Doo doo doo! Geah\n  Shots fired, clown\n  Fuck that, we the best, right here\n  Hood shit, nigga\n  Geah\n"},{"id":10549103,"name":"Honcho","trackName":"Honcho","artistName":"Eiht, MC feat. 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I wasn't taught karate\nI just flipped that shit and took the bands\nAnd went and bought a Masi (vroom)\nRidin' with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em\nMy brother on parole\nHe still ridin' with his gun on him (he got his blicky, nigga)\nWhippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (uh-huh)\nStay in your lane, this your one warning\n(boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\nMachine, bitch\n\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nGeah\nNo-no-no-no-no time to hide\nHoncho\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nNo-no-no-n-no-no time to hide\nGeah nigga, Honcho\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nHaha\nNo-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\nGeah, Honcho\nHold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough\nA-and-and everything is alright\nBig shit, nigga! Geah (b-b-b-buah, geah)\nI had a dream: by any means, kingpin (geah)\nSink or swim, I'm jumpin' off in the deep end\nGang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (gr-r-r-ah)\nDope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (haha)\nGang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (crack bags)\nDrive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (doo doo doo)\nYoung nigga, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (vroom)\nBlue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie\nSnaps on the petro, the dope whip (dope whip)\nHit your block twice, nigga, turnaround trip (b-b-b-buah)\n40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (extra clip)\nTryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (ch-ch-ch, yeah)\nMarathon like Nip, win the race (win the race)\nWhip a pill with the work, babyface (haha)\nYeah, my nigga with the piece, no Jesus\nFour-five, nigga, you bustas have never squeezed it\n\nGeah (geah) Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nNo-no-no-no-n-no (Geah) time to hide (Honcho)\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nNo-no-no (Geah nigga) time to hide (Honcho)\nHold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough\nHaha, geah\nNo-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\nHoncho\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nBlue Stamp Official (And-and-and everything is alright)\nGeah! Honcho\nMy nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!\nMy nigga Chill, [?]\nAnd that's official, nigga\nDoo doo doo! Geah\nShots fired, clown\nFuck that, we the best, right here\nHood shit, nigga\nGeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Honcho\n  artist: Eiht, MC feat. Conway & Premier, DJ\n  album: Lessons\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hold up, back up\n  Yeah, nigga\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-n-no-no-no time to hide\n  You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga, gangsta shit, fuck nigga\n  No-no-n-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Drive-bys in broad daylight, nigga\n  (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\n  Give a fuck who outside, boy\n  No-no-no-no time to hide\n  Look, look, look (brrrr)\n  We got guns like the military\n  Kill and bury all the opps until I fill a cemetery (hahaha)\n  You know the motto, I smoke the Gelato, lemon-cherry\n  Fifty-clip in every stick I carry, I'm a visionary (ah ha)\n  I seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition (no cap)\n  When I used to be recitin' my shit\n  While I was baggin' 'caine in the kitchen (whip up)\n  Weighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head, I almost died bro\n  I came within inches: why I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)\n  Yeah, at fifteen, caught a body\n  Turned around and looked for witnesses, but never saw nobody\n  How I'm breakin' bricks up with my hands? I wasn't taught karate\n  I just flipped that shit and took the bands\n  And went and bought a Masi (vroom)\n  Ridin' with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em\n  My brother on parole\n  He still ridin' with his gun on him (he got his blicky, nigga)\n  Whippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (uh-huh)\n  Stay in your lane, this your one warning\n  (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\n  Machine, bitch\n\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Geah\n  No-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no-n-no-no time to hide\n  Geah nigga, Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Haha\n  No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Geah, Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough\n  A-and-and everything is alright\n  Big shit, nigga! Geah (b-b-b-buah, geah)\n  I had a dream: by any means, kingpin (geah)\n  Sink or swim, I'm jumpin' off in the deep end\n  Gang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (gr-r-r-ah)\n  Dope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (haha)\n  Gang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (crack bags)\n  Drive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (doo doo doo)\n  Young nigga, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (vroom)\n  Blue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie\n  Snaps on the petro, the dope whip (dope whip)\n  Hit your block twice, nigga, turnaround trip (b-b-b-buah)\n  40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (extra clip)\n  Tryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (ch-ch-ch, yeah)\n  Marathon like Nip, win the race (win the race)\n  Whip a pill with the work, babyface (haha)\n  Yeah, my nigga with the piece, no Jesus\n  Four-five, nigga, you bustas have never squeezed it\n\n  Geah (geah) Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no-no-n-no (Geah) time to hide (Honcho)\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no (Geah nigga) time to hide (Honcho)\n  Hold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough\n  Haha, geah\n  No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Blue Stamp Official (And-and-and everything is alright)\n  Geah! Honcho\n  My nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!\n  My nigga Chill, [?]\n  And that's official, nigga\n  Doo doo doo! Geah\n  Shots fired, clown\n  Fuck that, we the best, right here\n  Hood shit, nigga\n  Geah\n"},{"id":10549106,"name":"Honcho","trackName":"Honcho","artistName":"MC Eiht feat. 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I wasn't taught karate\nI just flipped that shit and took the bands\nAnd went and bought a Masi (vroom)\nRidin' with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em\nMy brother on parole\nHe still ridin' with his gun on him (he got his blicky, nigga)\nWhippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (uh-huh)\nStay in your lane, this your one warning\n(boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\nMachine, bitch\n\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nGeah\nNo-no-no-no-no time to hide\nHoncho\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nNo-no-no-n-no-no time to hide\nGeah nigga, Honcho\nHold up, back up - Got to get the dough\nHaha\nNo-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\nGeah, Honcho\nHold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough\nA-and-and everything is alright\nBig shit, nigga! Geah (b-b-b-buah, geah)\nI had a dream: by any means, kingpin (geah)\nSink or swim, I'm jumpin' off in the deep end\nGang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (gr-r-r-ah)\nDope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? 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Honcho\nMy nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!\nMy nigga Chill, [?]\nAnd that's official, nigga\nDoo doo doo! Geah\nShots fired, clown\nFuck that, we the best, right here\nHood shit, nigga\nGeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Honcho\n  artist: MC Eiht feat. 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I wasn't taught karate\n  I just flipped that shit and took the bands\n  And went and bought a Masi (vroom)\n  Ridin' with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em\n  My brother on parole\n  He still ridin' with his gun on him (he got his blicky, nigga)\n  Whippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (uh-huh)\n  Stay in your lane, this your one warning\n  (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\n  Machine, bitch\n\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Geah\n  No-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no-n-no-no time to hide\n  Geah nigga, Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Haha\n  No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Geah, Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough\n  A-and-and everything is alright\n  Big shit, nigga! Geah (b-b-b-buah, geah)\n  I had a dream: by any means, kingpin (geah)\n  Sink or swim, I'm jumpin' off in the deep end\n  Gang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (gr-r-r-ah)\n  Dope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (haha)\n  Gang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (crack bags)\n  Drive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (doo doo doo)\n  Young nigga, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (vroom)\n  Blue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie\n  Snaps on the petro, the dope whip (dope whip)\n  Hit your block twice, nigga, turnaround trip (b-b-b-buah)\n  40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (extra clip)\n  Tryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (ch-ch-ch, yeah)\n  Marathon like Nip, win the race (win the race)\n  Whip a pill with the work, babyface (haha)\n  Yeah, my nigga with the piece, no Jesus\n  Four-five, nigga, you bustas have never squeezed it\n\n  Geah (geah) Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no-no-n-no (Geah) time to hide (Honcho)\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no (Geah nigga) time to hide (Honcho)\n  Hold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough\n  Haha, geah\n  No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Blue Stamp Official (And-and-and everything is alright)\n  Geah! Honcho\n  My nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!\n  My nigga Chill, [?]\n  And that's official, nigga\n  Doo doo doo! Geah\n  Shots fired, clown\n  Fuck that, we the best, right here\n  Hood shit, nigga\n  Geah\n"},{"id":24975506,"name":"Honcho (feat. Conway the Machine & DJ Premier)","trackName":"Honcho (feat. 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Honcho\nMy nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!\nMy nigga Chill, Dior?\n\nAnd that's official, nigga\nDoo doo doo! Geah\nShots fired, clown\nFuck that, we the best, right here\nHood shit, nigga\nGeah (Geah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.44] Hold up, back up\n[00:06.55] Yeah, nigga\n[00:07.24] Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n[00:09.89] No-no-n-no-no-no time to hide\n[00:12.43] You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga\n[00:13.73] Hold up, back up\n[00:15.15] Gangsta shit, fuck nigga got to get the dough\n[00:16.60] No-no-n-no-no-no-no time to hide\n[00:19.99] Drive-bys in broad daylight, nigga (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\n[00:22.48] Got to get the dough\n[00:23.43] Give a fuck who outside, boy\n[00:25.04] No-no-no-no time to hide\n[00:26.53] Look, look, look (Brrrr)\n[00:28.62] We got guns like the military\n[00:31.20] Kill and bury all the opps until I fill a cemetery (Hahahahaha)\n[00:34.72] You know the motto, I smoke the Gelato, lemon-cherry\n[00:37.84] Fifty-clip in every stick I carry, I'm a visionary (Uh-huh)\n[00:41.68] I seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition (No cap)\n[00:44.06] When I used to be recitin' my shit while I was baggin' 'caine in the kitchen (Whip up)\n[00:48.52] Weighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head, I almost died, bro\n[00:52.22] I came within inches: why I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)\n[00:55.38] Yeah, at fifteen, caught a body\n[00:58.40] Turned around and looked for witnesses, but never saw nobody\n[01:01.50] How I'm breakin' bricks up with my hands? I wasn't taught karate\n[01:04.83] I just flipped that shit and took the bands\n[01:06.87] And went and bought a Masi (Vroom)\n[01:08.66] Ridin' with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em\n[01:11.70] My brother on parole, he still ridin' with his gun on him (He got his blicky, nigga)\n[01:16.23] Whippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (Uh-huh)\n[01:19.19] Stay in your lane, this your one warning (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\n[01:21.79] Machine, bitch\n[01:22.87] Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n[01:25.04] Geah\n[01:26.33] No-no-no-no-no time to hide\n[01:28.64] Honcho\n[01:29.48] Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n[01:32.16] No-no-no-n-no-no time to hide\n[01:34.30] Geah, nigga, Honcho\n[01:36.49] Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n[01:39.24] Haha\n[01:40.26] No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n[01:42.01] Geah, Honcho\n[01:43.48] Hold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough\n[01:45.88] A-and-and everything is alright\n[01:47.61] Big shit, nigga!\n[01:48.67] Geah (B-b-b-brah, geah)\n[01:50.20] I had a dream: by any means, kingpin (Geah)\n[01:53.46] Sink or swim, I'm jumpin' off in the deep end\n[01:56.44] Gang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (Gr-r-r-ah)\n[02:00.55] Dope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (Haha)\n[02:03.97] Gang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (Crack bags)\n[02:06.87] Drive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (Doo doo doo)\n[02:10.35] Young nigga, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (Vroom)\n[02:13.67] Blue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie\n[02:17.17] Snaps on the petro, the dope whip (Dope whip)\n[02:21.38] Hit your block twice, nigga, turnaround trip (B-b-b-brah)\n[02:24.44] .40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (Extra clip)\n[02:27.63] Tryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (Ch-ch-ch, yeah)\n[02:31.08] Marathon like Nip, win the race (Win the race)\n[02:34.56] Whip a pill with the work, babyface (Haha)\n[02:38.32] Yeah, my nigga with the piece, no Jesus\n[02:41.38] Four-five, nigga, you bustas have never squeezed it\n[02:44.22] Geah (Geah)\n[02:45.66] Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n[02:47.50] No-no-no-no-n-no time to hide\n[02:48.77] Geah, Honcho\n[02:49.84] Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n[02:54.56] No-no-no time to hide\n[02:57.97] Geah, nigga, Honcho\n[02:58.62] Hold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough\n[03:01.49] Haha, geah\n[03:02.93] No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n[03:04.92] Honcho\n[03:05.97] Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n[03:07.82] Blue Stamp Official\n[03:09.33] And-and-and everything is alright\n[03:11.04] Geah! Honcho\n[03:12.63] My nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!\n[03:16.99] My nigga Chill, Dior?\n[03:20.29] And that's official, nigga\n[03:25.39] Doo doo doo! 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Honcho\nMy nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!\nMy nigga Chill, Dior?\n\nAnd that's official, nigga\nDoo doo doo! Geah\nShots fired, clown\nFuck that, we the best, right here\nHood shit, nigga\nGeah (Geah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.44] Hold up, back up\n[00:06.55] Yeah, nigga\n[00:07.24] Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n[00:09.89] No-no-n-no-no-no time to hide\n[00:12.43] You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga\n[00:13.73] Hold up, back up\n[00:15.15] Gangsta shit, fuck nigga got to get the dough\n[00:16.60] No-no-n-no-no-no-no time to hide\n[00:19.99] Drive-bys in broad daylight, nigga (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\n[00:22.48] Got to get the dough\n[00:23.43] Give a fuck who outside, boy\n[00:25.04] No-no-no-no time to hide\n[00:26.53] Look, look, look (Brrrr)\n[00:28.62] We got guns like the military\n[00:31.20] Kill and bury all the opps until I fill a cemetery (Hahahahaha)\n[00:34.72] You know the motto, I smoke the Gelato, lemon-cherry\n[00:37.84] Fifty-clip in every stick I carry, I'm a visionary (Uh-huh)\n[00:41.68] I seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition (No cap)\n[00:44.06] When I used to be recitin' my shit while I was baggin' 'caine in the kitchen (Whip up)\n[00:48.52] Weighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head, I almost died, bro\n[00:52.22] I came within inches: why I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)\n[00:55.38] Yeah, at fifteen, caught a body\n[00:58.40] Turned around and looked for witnesses, but never saw nobody\n[01:01.50] How I'm breakin' bricks up with my hands? 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Geah\n[03:28.56] Shots fired, clown\n[03:32.46] Fuck that, we the best, right here\n[03:37.04] Hood shit, nigga\n[03:38.84] Geah (Geah)\n[03:40.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Honcho\n  artist: MC Eiht feat. 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I wasn't taught karate\n  start_ms: 61500\n  end_ms: 64830\n- text: I just flipped that shit and took the bands\n  start_ms: 64830\n  end_ms: 66870\n- text: And went and bought a Masi (Vroom)\n  start_ms: 66870\n  end_ms: 68660\n- text: Ridin' with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em\n  start_ms: 68660\n  end_ms: 71700\n- text: My brother on parole, he still ridin' with his gun on him (He got his blicky, nigga)\n  start_ms: 71700\n  end_ms: 76230\n- text: Whippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 76230\n  end_ms: 79190\n- text: Stay in your lane, this your one warning (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\n  start_ms: 79190\n  end_ms: 81790\n- text: Machine, bitch\n  start_ms: 81790\n  end_ms: 82870\n- text: Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  start_ms: 82870\n  end_ms: 85040\n- text: Geah\n  start_ms: 85040\n  end_ms: 86330\n- text: No-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  start_ms: 86330\n  end_ms: 88640\n- text: Honcho\n  start_ms: 88640\n  end_ms: 89480\n- text: Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  start_ms: 89480\n  end_ms: 92160\n- text: No-no-no-n-no-no time to hide\n  start_ms: 92160\n  end_ms: 94300\n- text: Geah, nigga, Honcho\n  start_ms: 94300\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 99240\n- text: Haha\n  start_ms: 99240\n  end_ms: 100260\n- text: No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  start_ms: 100260\n  end_ms: 102010\n- text: Geah, Honcho\n  start_ms: 102010\n  end_ms: 103480\n- text: Hold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough\n  start_ms: 103480\n  end_ms: 105880\n- text: A-and-and everything is alright\n  start_ms: 105880\n  end_ms: 107610\n- text: Big shit, nigga!\n  start_ms: 107610\n  end_ms: 108670\n- text: Geah (B-b-b-brah, geah)\n  start_ms: 108670\n  end_ms: 110200\n- text: 'I had a dream: by any means, kingpin (Geah)'\n  start_ms: 110200\n  end_ms: 113460\n- text: Sink or swim, I'm jumpin' off in the deep end\n  start_ms: 113460\n  end_ms: 116440\n- text: Gang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (Gr-r-r-ah)\n  start_ms: 116440\n  end_ms: 120550\n- text: Dope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (Haha)\n  start_ms: 120550\n  end_ms: 123970\n- text: Gang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (Crack bags)\n  start_ms: 123970\n  end_ms: 126870\n- text: Drive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (Doo doo doo)\n  start_ms: 126870\n  end_ms: 130350\n- text: Young nigga, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (Vroom)\n  start_ms: 130350\n  end_ms: 133670\n- text: Blue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie\n  start_ms: 133670\n  end_ms: 137170\n- text: Snaps on the petro, the dope whip (Dope whip)\n  start_ms: 137170\n  end_ms: 141380\n- text: Hit your block twice, nigga, turnaround trip (B-b-b-brah)\n  start_ms: 141380\n  end_ms: 144440\n- text: .40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (Extra clip)\n  start_ms: 144440\n  end_ms: 147630\n- text: Tryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (Ch-ch-ch, yeah)\n  start_ms: 147630\n  end_ms: 151080\n- text: Marathon like Nip, win the race (Win the race)\n  start_ms: 151080\n  end_ms: 154560\n- text: Whip a pill with the work, babyface (Haha)\n  start_ms: 154560\n  end_ms: 158320\n- text: Yeah, my nigga with the piece, no Jesus\n  start_ms: 158320\n  end_ms: 161380\n- text: Four-five, nigga, you bustas have never squeezed it\n  start_ms: 161380\n  end_ms: 164220\n- text: Geah (Geah)\n  start_ms: 164220\n  end_ms: 165660\n- text: Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  start_ms: 165660\n  end_ms: 167500\n- text: No-no-no-no-n-no time to hide\n  start_ms: 167500\n  end_ms: 168770\n- text: Geah, Honcho\n  start_ms: 168770\n  end_ms: 169840\n- text: Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  start_ms: 169840\n  end_ms: 174560\n- text: No-no-no time to hide\n  start_ms: 174560\n  end_ms: 177970\n- text: Geah, nigga, Honcho\n  start_ms: 177970\n  end_ms: 178620\n- text: Hold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough\n  start_ms: 178620\n  end_ms: 181490\n- text: Haha, geah\n  start_ms: 181490\n  end_ms: 182930\n- text: No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  start_ms: 182930\n  end_ms: 184920\n- text: Honcho\n  start_ms: 184920\n  end_ms: 185970\n- text: Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  start_ms: 185970\n  end_ms: 187820\n- text: Blue Stamp Official\n  start_ms: 187820\n  end_ms: 189330\n- text: And-and-and everything is alright\n  start_ms: 189330\n  end_ms: 191040\n- text: Geah! Honcho\n  start_ms: 191040\n  end_ms: 192630\n- text: My nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!\n  start_ms: 192630\n  end_ms: 196990\n- text: My nigga Chill, Dior?\n  start_ms: 196990\n  end_ms: 200290\n- text: And that's official, nigga\n  start_ms: 200290\n  end_ms: 205390\n- text: Doo doo doo! Geah\n  start_ms: 205390\n  end_ms: 208560\n- text: Shots fired, clown\n  start_ms: 208560\n  end_ms: 212460\n- text: Fuck that, we the best, right here\n  start_ms: 212460\n  end_ms: 217040\n- text: Hood shit, nigga\n  start_ms: 217040\n  end_ms: 218840\n- text: Geah (Geah)\n  start_ms: 218840\n  end_ms: 220140\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 220140\nplain: |-\n  Hold up, back up\n  Yeah, nigga\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-n-no-no-no time to hide\n  You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga\n  Hold up, back up\n  Gangsta shit, fuck nigga got to get the dough\n\n  No-no-n-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Drive-bys in broad daylight, nigga (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\n  Got to get the dough\n  Give a fuck who outside, boy\n  No-no-no-no time to hide\n  Look, look, look (Brrrr)\n\n  We got guns like the military\n  Kill and bury all the opps until I fill a cemetery (Hahahahaha)\n  You know the motto, I smoke the Gelato, lemon-cherry\n  Fifty-clip in every stick I carry, I'm a visionary (Uh-huh)\n  I seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition (No cap)\n  When I used to be recitin' my shit while I was baggin' 'caine in the kitchen (Whip up)\n  Weighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head, I almost died, bro\n  I came within inches: why I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)\n  Yeah, at fifteen, caught a body\n  Turned around and looked for witnesses, but never saw nobody\n\n  How I'm breakin' bricks up with my hands? I wasn't taught karate\n  I just flipped that shit and took the bands\n  And went and bought a Masi (Vroom)\n  Ridin' with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em\n  My brother on parole, he still ridin' with his gun on him (He got his blicky, nigga)\n  Whippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (Uh-huh)\n  Stay in your lane, this your one warning (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)\n  Machine, bitch\n\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Geah\n  No-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no-n-no-no time to hide\n  Geah, nigga, Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n\n  Haha\n  No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Geah, Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough\n  A-and-and everything is alright\n  Big shit, nigga!\n  Geah (B-b-b-brah, geah)\n\n  I had a dream: by any means, kingpin (Geah)\n  Sink or swim, I'm jumpin' off in the deep end\n  Gang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (Gr-r-r-ah)\n  Dope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (Haha)\n  Gang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (Crack bags)\n  Drive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (Doo doo doo)\n  Young nigga, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (Vroom)\n  Blue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie\n\n  Snaps on the petro, the dope whip (Dope whip)\n  Hit your block twice, nigga, turnaround trip (B-b-b-brah)\n  .40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (Extra clip)\n  Tryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (Ch-ch-ch, yeah)\n  Marathon like Nip, win the race (Win the race)\n  Whip a pill with the work, babyface (Haha)\n  Yeah, my nigga with the piece, no Jesus\n  Four-five, nigga, you bustas have never squeezed it\n  Geah (Geah)\n\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no-no-n-no time to hide\n  Geah, Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  No-no-no time to hide\n  Geah, nigga, Honcho\n  Hold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough\n  Haha, geah\n  No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide\n  Honcho\n\n  Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough\n  Blue Stamp Official\n  And-and-and everything is alright\n  Geah! Honcho\n  My nigga Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!\n  My nigga Chill, Dior?\n\n  And that's official, nigga\n  Doo doo doo! Geah\n  Shots fired, clown\n  Fuck that, we the best, right here\n  Hood shit, nigga\n  Geah (Geah)\n"}]