[{"id":11344030,"name":"My Life","trackName":"My Life","artistName":"MC Eiht","albumName":"Section 8","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[ intro ]\nGyeah\nWe're on this smooth shit\nTakin you back to the old school (westside)\nGyeah\nHoo-bangin in the house\nAnd right about now\nWe got the real cpt g's up in here\nMc eiht, boom bam, cmw representin to the fullest\nHoo-bangin to the fullest\nGyeah\n\n[ verse 1 ]\nI once heard don't forget\nWhere you came from, son\nAnd if you're bailin thru compton\nYou better bring a gun\nCops tryin to set off spots and raid niggas\nJust cause we some f**kin paid niggas\nZags and crack that I used to sell\nTo the swap meet to get my gear and straight bail\nWhat 'll it be to they lost my loot\nSo 5-o wants all a blue khaki suit\nShoot if y'all come down the block, static\nDash like a rabbit barely escapin the automatic\nTragic is the scene that's left\nBringin the pain like meth(od man)\nThe yellow tape means death (boyaa)\nSteps the f**k off or meet your maker\nThe tech 9 will take ya be the back-breaker\nOut for cash flow the way I was part of\nKeep your hood tight nigga don't get caught up\nYeah\n\n[ chorus ]\nMy life, my life, my life\nWith the tech 9, come on\nI said my life, my life, my life\nCheck it out\n\n[ verse 2 ]\nI've been in the street game since '86\nWith mc's on gold d'z takin gangsta flix\nScreamin: f**k your clitch\nBitch you best not trick\nHoo-bangin these full straps came with clips\n6 shots is all you get (ping, ping)\nYou better put in work\nOr scurb or get covered with damn dirt\nMy mission is the ride for the west\nAnd make cash and pick of enemies\nTryin to trespass, for sho'\nI ain't no joke but it ain't the blunt\nI light it's the f**kin gun that smoke (boom, boom)\nProvoke any nigga that try to step\nFools trip imma show 'em\nWho's fast from the hip\nClap you once cause g's leave no\nWitnesses clap twice out the door\n\nSlow with the creep while the neighbour's asleep\nStill music to drive-by and I'm n2 deep\nCome on\n\n[ chorus ]\nMy life, my life, my life\nWith the tech 9, come on\nMy life, my life, my life\nF**k one-time\nGyeah\nI said my life, my life, my life\nIn the cpt\nI said my life, my life, my life\nHoo-bangin gangstas\nCheck it out\n\n[ verse 3 ]\nIn the 6-6-6 5-0 trey or deuce\nReal g's draggin it low with much juice (gyeah)\nLoose lips sink ships is what I was told\nWhile my bankroll fold\nI'm leavin your body cold\nDown the role-road since the b.g.\nThe o.g.'s had me actin crazy\nLike fightin and blastin cause life ain't funny\nYoung niggas strugglin best get your money\nCreep up in the late night\nKeep your grip tight lay low outta site\nAnd watch the porch light\nCause I ain't got nuttin to lose\nAnd I ain't nuttin when I'm dumpin\nYa'll catchin the blues\nI needs the money and the cola baby\nDon't make me react pulls out the strap\nAnd then clap hoo-bangin to the fullest\nIn compton is where we're dwellin\nIn the west where we're yellin\nWhile the yea keeps sellin (westsiiide)\nCome on\n\n[ chorus ]\nI said my life, my life, my life\nWith the tech 9\nAnd that's how we representin\nTo the fullest\nWith the real cpt g's\nTo the i-n-g\nAll the way up to south central\nTo all my hoo-bangin gangstas in the house\nGyeah, that's how we're doin it\nTo the west\nAll day, we don't play\nGyeah, come on\nI said my life, my life, my life\nWith the tech 9, come on\nI said my life, my life, my life\nF**k one-time\nGyeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Life\n  artist: MC Eiht\n  album: Section 8\n  duration_ms: 295000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [ intro ]\n  Gyeah\n  We're on this smooth shit\n  Takin you back to the old school (westside)\n  Gyeah\n  Hoo-bangin in the house\n  And right about now\n  We got the real cpt g's up in here\n  Mc eiht, boom bam, cmw representin to the fullest\n  Hoo-bangin to the fullest\n  Gyeah\n\n  [ verse 1 ]\n  I once heard don't forget\n  Where you came from, son\n  And if you're bailin thru compton\n  You better bring a gun\n  Cops tryin to set off spots and raid niggas\n  Just cause we some f**kin paid niggas\n  Zags and crack that I used to sell\n  To the swap meet to get my gear and straight bail\n  What 'll it be to they lost my loot\n  So 5-o wants all a blue khaki suit\n  Shoot if y'all come down the block, static\n  Dash like a rabbit barely escapin the automatic\n  Tragic is the scene that's left\n  Bringin the pain like meth(od man)\n  The yellow tape means death (boyaa)\n  Steps the f**k off or meet your maker\n  The tech 9 will take ya be the back-breaker\n  Out for cash flow the way I was part of\n  Keep your hood tight nigga don't get caught up\n  Yeah\n\n  [ chorus ]\n  My life, my life, my life\n  With the tech 9, come on\n  I said my life, my life, my life\n  Check it out\n\n  [ verse 2 ]\n  I've been in the street game since '86\n  With mc's on gold d'z takin gangsta flix\n  Screamin: f**k your clitch\n  Bitch you best not trick\n  Hoo-bangin these full straps came with clips\n  6 shots is all you get (ping, ping)\n  You better put in work\n  Or scurb or get covered with damn dirt\n  My mission is the ride for the west\n  And make cash and pick of enemies\n  Tryin to trespass, for sho'\n  I ain't no joke but it ain't the blunt\n  I light it's the f**kin gun that smoke (boom, boom)\n  Provoke any nigga that try to step\n  Fools trip imma show 'em\n  Who's fast from the hip\n  Clap you once cause g's leave no\n  Witnesses clap twice out the door\n\n  Slow with the creep while the neighbour's asleep\n  Still music to drive-by and I'm n2 deep\n  Come on\n\n  [ chorus ]\n  My life, my life, my life\n  With the tech 9, come on\n  My life, my life, my life\n  F**k one-time\n  Gyeah\n  I said my life, my life, my life\n  In the cpt\n  I said my life, my life, my life\n  Hoo-bangin gangstas\n  Check it out\n\n  [ verse 3 ]\n  In the 6-6-6 5-0 trey or deuce\n  Real g's draggin it low with much juice (gyeah)\n  Loose lips sink ships is what I was told\n  While my bankroll fold\n  I'm leavin your body cold\n  Down the role-road since the b.g.\n  The o.g.'s had me actin crazy\n  Like fightin and blastin cause life ain't funny\n  Young niggas strugglin best get your money\n  Creep up in the late night\n  Keep your grip tight lay low outta site\n  And watch the porch light\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to lose\n  And I ain't nuttin when I'm dumpin\n  Ya'll catchin the blues\n  I needs the money and the cola baby\n  Don't make me react pulls out the strap\n  And then clap hoo-bangin to the fullest\n  In compton is where we're dwellin\n  In the west where we're yellin\n  While the yea keeps sellin (westsiiide)\n  Come on\n\n  [ chorus ]\n  I said my life, my life, my life\n  With the tech 9\n  And that's how we representin\n  To the fullest\n  With the real cpt g's\n  To the i-n-g\n  All the way up to south central\n  To all my hoo-bangin gangstas in the house\n  Gyeah, that's how we're doin it\n  To the west\n  All day, we don't play\n  Gyeah, come on\n  I said my life, my life, my life\n  With the tech 9, come on\n  I said my life, my life, my life\n  F**k one-time\n  Gyeah\n"},{"id":39837041,"name":"WE BEEN BACC HERE B4","trackName":"WE BEEN BACC HERE B4","artistName":"MC Eiht","albumName":"The Story of My Life","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"FOur twenty gas pedal S Class\nClassic old school and some slits\nFinger tips wet off some zig zag hits\nDrop off in the hood mama did the bending\nDrive by's forest lawn where we tryna send em\nBy the round back then when the ye hit\nParachutes with the hammer too legit\nLiquor store runs hoping we could cop\nSwear them for his jacket at the bus stop\nSpanish homies with the pigeons in the coup sitting\nColt 40 reminiscing policy spittin'\nFarmer johns in the skillet smoking up the kitchen\nSmall portion had a starving finger licking\nFamily ties and the plot's thickin'\nReminiscin' back then what a missin'\n\nWe been back here before\nThere's smoke in the air we smokin' some more\nWe all get high kick back and then pour\nAnd scream fuck y'all till my voice is sore\nWe been back here before\nThere's smoke in the air we smokin' some more\nWe all get high kick back and then pour\n\nYeah let me move it a little bit\n\nBig slip at the center with the loose seat\nRockin' tom had us us loaded trying to ride the beat\nMike T on the two techniques\nStill skinny in the back with some freaks\nAin't rhyming bout the homies and the one times\nNow a did snitch drop dimes\nup late night trying to dream big\nSee them dub on the map brought another gig\nStated to state more more bad broads\nAnd West Coast bang so hard\nSo fresh so clean\nThrough the neighborhood loc' that ghetto lean\nPushin' that ghetto deal\nSo I can give a fuck what you tryna sell me\n\nSo ridiculous\nTryna bang hard Ludacris\nWe been back here before\nThere's smoke in the air we smoking some more\nWe all get high kick back and then pour\nAnd scream fuck y'all till my voice is sore\nWe been back here before\nThere's smoke in the air we smoking some more\nWe all get high kick back and then pour\nAnd scream fuck y'all till my voice is sore\n\nYeah Blue Stamp Official\nMy Ferhan on the beat\nYeah\nAnd that's official","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: WE BEEN BACC HERE B4\n  artist: MC Eiht\n  album: The Story of My Life\n  duration_ms: 196000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  FOur twenty gas pedal S Class\n  Classic old school and some slits\n  Finger tips wet off some zig zag hits\n  Drop off in the hood mama did the bending\n  Drive by's forest lawn where we tryna send em\n  By the round back then when the ye hit\n  Parachutes with the hammer too legit\n  Liquor store runs hoping we could cop\n  Swear them for his jacket at the bus stop\n  Spanish homies with the pigeons in the coup sitting\n  Colt 40 reminiscing policy spittin'\n  Farmer johns in the skillet smoking up the kitchen\n  Small portion had a starving finger licking\n  Family ties and the plot's thickin'\n  Reminiscin' back then what a missin'\n\n  We been back here before\n  There's smoke in the air we smokin' some more\n  We all get high kick back and then pour\n  And scream fuck y'all till my voice is sore\n  We been back here before\n  There's smoke in the air we smokin' some more\n  We all get high kick back and then pour\n\n  Yeah let me move it a little bit\n\n  Big slip at the center with the loose seat\n  Rockin' tom had us us loaded trying to ride the beat\n  Mike T on the two techniques\n  Still skinny in the back with some freaks\n  Ain't rhyming bout the homies and the one times\n  Now a did snitch drop dimes\n  up late night trying to dream big\n  See them dub on the map brought another gig\n  Stated to state more more bad broads\n  And West Coast bang so hard\n  So fresh so clean\n  Through the neighborhood loc' that ghetto lean\n  Pushin' that ghetto deal\n  So I can give a fuck what you tryna sell me\n\n  So ridiculous\n  Tryna bang hard Ludacris\n  We been back here before\n  There's smoke in the air we smoking some more\n  We all get high kick back and then pour\n  And scream fuck y'all till my voice is sore\n  We been back here before\n  There's smoke in the air we smoking some more\n  We all get high kick back and then pour\n  And scream fuck y'all till my voice is sore\n\n  Yeah Blue Stamp Official\n  My Ferhan on the beat\n  Yeah\n  And that's official\n"},{"id":40186533,"name":"RUN IT UP (con B-Real)","trackName":"RUN IT UP (con B-Real)","artistName":"MC Eiht","albumName":"The Story of My Life","duration":176.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay these bitches bump they heads\nNow they seeing stars cruising down the boulevard\nClowning with the bars and candy cars the world is ours\nWe hit the gas and never look back\nAnd as a fact catch me on the track\nGiving these bustas a heart attack\nThey must have forgot\nWe twist them and tie them in knots\nFind them and line them in spots\nFind them outlined in the chalk\nWinding is the path that I walk\nDon't try and follow me\nI'm the bullet in the gun and you don't wanna swallow me\nMind blown now like a candle in the wind\nWhen you see the OG's on a 30 year win\nOn a killing spree you mediocre bitches are killing me\nAnd shame on all shame on all you motherfuckers acceptin' it willingly\nAmerica's most blunted with contents most wanted\nI take it that most wanted riders wanna post on it\nBirds wanna post on it please forgive me if I boast on it\nTwo Cali kings West Coast on it\n\nGeah so run it up\nGeah geah so run it up\nGeah geah so run it up\nSee what you get when you motherfuckers get act tough\nRun it up\nGeah geah so run it up\nGeah geah so run it up\nSee what you get when you motherfuckers get\n\nI'm one on one on the corner homie it Tripp's right\nNo double team it's needed the work life\nThe paper route my defense is head hunched\nIt's no stunts it's OGs with no fronts\nMy Preylude done come up it's been real\nA couple shots of blunt smoke we hood steal\nIt's bowed down you playin' the wrong squad\nTime to come out can act so hard\nMy six-trey on three wheel it be real\nTo heal homie park boys real deal\nEat and chill making motherfucking dollars\nTight fade that route in Impalas\nScore ran up high it's no skits\nThe defense is for folk and that's Blitz\nA whole folk sound off mo' hits\nThem OGs is back no shits\n\nGeah so run it up\nGeah geah so run it up\nGeah geah so run it up\nSee what you get when you motherfuckers can act tough\nRun it up\nGeah geah so run it up\nGeah geah so run it up\nSee what you get when you motherfuckers can act tough\n\nYeah yeah so run it up\nThat's Rob T\nBlue Stamp Official\nThat's what you get when motherfucker can act tough","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: RUN IT UP (con B-Real)\n  artist: MC Eiht\n  album: The Story of My Life\n  duration_ms: 176000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ay these bitches bump they heads\n  Now they seeing stars cruising down the boulevard\n  Clowning with the bars and candy cars the world is ours\n  We hit the gas and never look back\n  And as a fact catch me on the track\n  Giving these bustas a heart attack\n  They must have forgot\n  We twist them and tie them in knots\n  Find them and line them in spots\n  Find them outlined in the chalk\n  Winding is the path that I walk\n  Don't try and follow me\n  I'm the bullet in the gun and you don't wanna swallow me\n  Mind blown now like a candle in the wind\n  When you see the OG's on a 30 year win\n  On a killing spree you mediocre bitches are killing me\n  And shame on all shame on all you motherfuckers acceptin' it willingly\n  America's most blunted with contents most wanted\n  I take it that most wanted riders wanna post on it\n  Birds wanna post on it please forgive me if I boast on it\n  Two Cali kings West Coast on it\n\n  Geah so run it up\n  Geah geah so run it up\n  Geah geah so run it up\n  See what you get when you motherfuckers get act tough\n  Run it up\n  Geah geah so run it up\n  Geah geah so run it up\n  See what you get when you motherfuckers get\n\n  I'm one on one on the corner homie it Tripp's right\n  No double team it's needed the work life\n  The paper route my defense is head hunched\n  It's no stunts it's OGs with no fronts\n  My Preylude done come up it's been real\n  A couple shots of blunt smoke we hood steal\n  It's bowed down you playin' the wrong squad\n  Time to come out can act so hard\n  My six-trey on three wheel it be real\n  To heal homie park boys real deal\n  Eat and chill making motherfucking dollars\n  Tight fade that route in Impalas\n  Score ran up high it's no skits\n  The defense is for folk and that's Blitz\n  A whole folk sound off mo' hits\n  Them OGs is back no shits\n\n  Geah so run it up\n  Geah geah so run it up\n  Geah geah so run it up\n  See what you get when you motherfuckers can act tough\n  Run it up\n  Geah geah so run it up\n  Geah geah so run it up\n  See what you get when you motherfuckers can act tough\n\n  Yeah yeah so run it up\n  That's Rob T\n  Blue Stamp Official\n  That's what you get when motherfucker can act tough\n"},{"id":40063477,"name":"JOURNEY","trackName":"JOURNEY","artistName":"MC Eiht","albumName":"The Story of My Life","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nYeah\nI mean we on some feel good shit right now\nYeah\nMe and my Rob T\nFerhan on the beat\nYeah\nAnd that's Blue Stamp Official y'all heard?\nHaha yeah\nCome on with a right quick\nThat's how we feel\nYeah\n\nYoung Black in the hood we some activists\nShots rang out now what's after this?\nMama graveyard shift so I ran with goons\nStarvin' pieced up Jah no silver spoons\nMy Kevin had the tables in his garage\nBut the thought of being famous was all a mirage\nChill beatboxing was the bass I spit\nPop's bill jump ship wasn't giving up shit\nBig sis with the squabs when it go off\nAny set you claim may not be soft\nYoung dad with a kid tryna slang some rocks\nStrawberries for a hit roll off your socks yeah\nBring me right back\nLate night was the hype when bread might stack\nTryna cover the facts\nFew got work few homies who pack\n\nAnybody who heard me\nYa buckle up fast come on this journey\n\nAnybody who heard me\nSo come buckle up and take this journey\n\nGood days like you may be on occasion\nCold 40 in the lap stress we was blazin'\nSomebody on the line phone signal busy\nBack watch for the homies no longer with me\n40 notebook chip for the gangsta verses\nMaybe we can get away from these ghetto curses yeah\nbottomless pit\nTalk loud but them ain't really sayin' shit\nFold deep in the bucket how we used to dip\nYellin' fuck you bitch anybody who trip\nSkip skip on the block with a heatin' brown bag\nHow then forever be the fuckin' hashtag!\nMaybe sag forever\nCrisscross round here them ties we sever\nYeah bet not never\nEbonics for your ass if you too damn clever\n\nAnybody who heard me\nSo come buckle up snd take on this journey yeah\nAnybody who heard me\nSo come buckle up and take on this journey\nYeah\n\nBlue Stamp Official\nMy Rob T\nFerhan on the beat","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: JOURNEY\n  artist: MC Eiht\n  album: The Story of My Life\n  duration_ms: 181670\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Yeah\n  I mean we on some feel good shit right now\n  Yeah\n  Me and my Rob T\n  Ferhan on the beat\n  Yeah\n  And that's Blue Stamp Official y'all heard?\n  Haha yeah\n  Come on with a right quick\n  That's how we feel\n  Yeah\n\n  Young Black in the hood we some activists\n  Shots rang out now what's after this?\n  Mama graveyard shift so I ran with goons\n  Starvin' pieced up Jah no silver spoons\n  My Kevin had the tables in his garage\n  But the thought of being famous was all a mirage\n  Chill beatboxing was the bass I spit\n  Pop's bill jump ship wasn't giving up shit\n  Big sis with the squabs when it go off\n  Any set you claim may not be soft\n  Young dad with a kid tryna slang some rocks\n  Strawberries for a hit roll off your socks yeah\n  Bring me right back\n  Late night was the hype when bread might stack\n  Tryna cover the facts\n  Few got work few homies who pack\n\n  Anybody who heard me\n  Ya buckle up fast come on this journey\n\n  Anybody who heard me\n  So come buckle up and take this journey\n\n  Good days like you may be on occasion\n  Cold 40 in the lap stress we was blazin'\n  Somebody on the line phone signal busy\n  Back watch for the homies no longer with me\n  40 notebook chip for the gangsta verses\n  Maybe we can get away from these ghetto curses yeah\n  bottomless pit\n  Talk loud but them ain't really sayin' shit\n  Fold deep in the bucket how we used to dip\n  Yellin' fuck you bitch anybody who trip\n  Skip skip on the block with a heatin' brown bag\n  How then forever be the fuckin' hashtag!\n  Maybe sag forever\n  Crisscross round here them ties we sever\n  Yeah bet not never\n  Ebonics for your ass if you too damn clever\n\n  Anybody who heard me\n  So come buckle up snd take on this journey yeah\n  Anybody who heard me\n  So come buckle up and take on this journey\n  Yeah\n\n  Blue Stamp Official\n  My Rob T\n  Ferhan on the beat\n"},{"id":40056860,"name":"Hubcity (Feat. Jay worthy)","trackName":"Hubcity (Feat. Jay worthy)","artistName":"Mc Eiht","albumName":"The Story Of My Life","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check it out uh-huh\nYou ain't grow up listenin' to CM dub\nAnd it shows you a bitch in a straight-up punk\nI roll fifteen 8th's we don't do no dubs\nAt the house party active I don't do no clubs\nAnd some five-oh youngs in my Air Force Ones\nIn a cherry pea hat and I'm chunkin' it up\nIf she ain't givin' up to pussy then it ain't no fun\nIf I don't know you from the streets then it ain't no love\nI get love in the Bay throwin' that spice run\nI got love in New York you can go ask Jones\nAnd if it ain't about no money don't call my phone\nI got a .96 big body sittin' on chrome\nAnd the paint job lookin' like I just poured a 4\nGot a bitch in the Hills and one in the Flats\nNone of you rappers ever been on Benedict Ave\nEven though I keep it gangsta bitch I'm gon' bought a bag\n\nHaha yeah come on\nWe reminisce every now and then yeah\nYeah yeah ayy homie where yo' ass been?\nYeah yeah yeah\nYou got a bitch then it's money to spend yeah\nYou got a bitch then it's money to spend yeah\nCome on come on\n\nWay grow up ridin' through some spade and tide\nThere's some neighborhood that we gotta applaud\nI roll joints with the homies yeah that was stress\nGot five on the bird them days the best\nFresh vest at the spot in the LBC\nBack then never strayed from the Hub City\nBig bitch at the high with them blue Bo-Racks\nBlow the squabbles with the homies yeah plenty a set\nMar-Clay was the spot where we meet up deep\nTop then PD they was ready to sweep\nTuesdaysThursdays it was hide your dope\nIf you're on the county low don't drop your soap\nThen your donut truck came through with shit\nIf they said it dipped through you can see where they hit\nNone of you mothafuckas never yelled out yeah\nUntil 8 came through now it's everywhere haha\nYeah\nYeah yeah\nWe reminisce every now and then yeah\nYeah yeah ayy homie where yo' ass been?\nYeah yeah yeah\nYou got a bitch then it's money to spend yeah\nThen it's money to spend yeah yeah yeah\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hubcity (Feat. 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Remember us\nSimple and fuckin' plain they remember us\nOriginal no games they remember us\nThat's more money man\nYeah\nWhat was them names? They remember us\nSimple and fuckin' plain they remember us\nOriginal on no games they remember us\nYeah more money man\n\nWe was on the front gate tryna serve late\nYoung bang with the nickel plate\nYou were dreams of the 100 spokes six-tray\nNeed a spot in the money flip all day\nGet away when the ones hit the corner fast\nFallin' memories tryna make them last\nPast life yeah I did the same thing\nMy homie been down this is our game\nNobody say shit pushin' my lane\nIt's to the top Loc Heavy on the brain\nG's in the bread make the world go\nHead for my bitch she gon' go slow\nThe time stop fast when you smash it\nAll brakes no gas when they pass it\nRemember back when like yesterday\nTryna rule the world always\n\nYeah\nThey remember us\nFuck the plane they remember us\nOriginal no games they remember us\nIt's more money man more money man\nWhat was the name? They remember us\nSimple and fuckin' plain they remember us\nOriginal no games they remember us\nIt's more money man more money man\n\nWhat was the name?\nThey remember us\nSimple and fuckin' plain they remember us\nWhat was them name? They remember us\nSimple and fuckin' clean they remember us\nOriginal no game they remember us\nMore money man\nYeah yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: REMEMBER US\n  artist: MC Eiht\n  album: The Story of My Life (The Full Story)\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah uh-huh\n  That's Blue Stamp Official right\n  My Ferhan on the beat yeah\n  Beat them down low haha\n\n  Same thing so out of touch\n  Proper income pretty much\n  She pretty in the face just like such\n  And money tryna grab take a whole bunch\n  Call it double dutch tryna walk a tightrope\n  Tightsuit corduroy same color dope\n  Same lip loc same dark blue coat\n  Same gang same murder been broke\n  Tales from the hood that's a horror flick\n  Love the hood blastin' Shawn boy the hater again\n  That was counterfeit I'm trying to serenade\n  Certified from the best our made\n  Sunshine days and some sad nights\n  Retaliation when them take flight\n  You just might get your ass off course\n  When you fast get away need another horse\n\n  What was them names? Remember us\n  Simple and fuckin' plain they remember us\n  Original no games they remember us\n  That's more money man\n  Yeah\n  What was them names? They remember us\n  Simple and fuckin' plain they remember us\n  Original on no games they remember us\n  Yeah more money man\n\n  We was on the front gate tryna serve late\n  Young bang with the nickel plate\n  You were dreams of the 100 spokes six-tray\n  Need a spot in the money flip all day\n  Get away when the ones hit the corner fast\n  Fallin' memories tryna make them last\n  Past life yeah I did the same thing\n  My homie been down this is our game\n  Nobody say shit pushin' my lane\n  It's to the top Loc Heavy on the brain\n  G's in the bread make the world go\n  Head for my bitch she gon' go slow\n  The time stop fast when you smash it\n  All brakes no gas when they pass it\n  Remember back when like yesterday\n  Tryna rule the world always\n\n  Yeah\n  They remember us\n  Fuck the plane they remember us\n  Original no games they remember us\n  It's more money man more money man\n  What was the name? They remember us\n  Simple and fuckin' plain they remember us\n  Original no games they remember us\n  It's more money man more money man\n\n  What was the name?\n  They remember us\n  Simple and fuckin' plain they remember us\n  What was them name? They remember us\n  Simple and fuckin' clean they remember us\n  Original no game they remember us\n  More money man\n  Yeah yeah\n"},{"id":40043859,"name":"ON GO","trackName":"ON GO","artistName":"MC Eiht & Pete Rock","albumName":"The Story of My Life (The Full Story)","duration":201.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Damn\nYou always got some supa fly shit\n\nYoung adolescent liquor store runs\nRobbers serve plus for them army guns\nMama single parent in the work force\nValue in the church but we off course\nHe gon' want some money in that wicker plate\nMoney for the prayer keep your life straight\nHomies in the set ain't no better way\nAnd pussy come free if you know the play\nSign language when they pass\nRed and blue lights came fast with harrassment\nPayback Jane Brown was fiend's song\nMary Jane on the block all night long\nCouple innocent bystanders\nPillow talk made slander\nHow you take the fall for the masses?\nout of bounds get revoked ghetto past us\n\nMe and my be rock on go\nManifest motherfucker get the dough\nOr maybe even kick in your grill\nSold hands to the ceiling motherfucker let em know\nMe and my be rock on go\nManifest motherfucker get the dough\nOr maybe even kick in your grill\nSold hands to the ceiling motherfucker let him know\n\nDickies was the neighborhood uniform\nTales in the hood was a porn\nForty was the choice when we used to sip\nDudes five loc' with the extra clip\nGang star on the mic I'm Guru gifted\nWhy you other be doodlin'?\nOn a head shit don't stop\nLight tap on the switch back drops\nLight tap on the switch front pops\nBitch in my front seat car hop\nDon't stop that's y'all born peoples\nJealousy got us dealin' with the evil\nNo sequels Eiht so original\nDamn where all the real go?\nWhy all these weak so hysterical?\nPaperwork straight no heresy Clara go\n\nMe and my be rock on go\nManifest motherfucker get the dough\nOr maybe even kick in your grill\nSold hands to the ceiling motherfucker let em know\nMe and my be rock on go\nManifest motherfucker get the dough\nOr maybe even kick in your grill\nSold hands to the ceiling motherfucker let him know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: ON GO\n  artist: MC Eiht & Pete Rock\n  album: The Story of My Life (The Full Story)\n  duration_ms: 201000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Damn\n  You always got some supa fly shit\n\n  Young adolescent liquor store runs\n  Robbers serve plus for them army guns\n  Mama single parent in the work force\n  Value in the church but we off course\n  He gon' want some money in that wicker plate\n  Money for the prayer keep your life straight\n  Homies in the set ain't no better way\n  And pussy come free if you know the play\n  Sign language when they pass\n  Red and blue lights came fast with harrassment\n  Payback Jane Brown was fiend's song\n  Mary Jane on the block all night long\n  Couple innocent bystanders\n  Pillow talk made slander\n  How you take the fall for the masses?\n  out of bounds get revoked ghetto past us\n\n  Me and my be rock on go\n  Manifest motherfucker get the dough\n  Or maybe even kick in your grill\n  Sold hands to the ceiling motherfucker let em know\n  Me and my be rock on go\n  Manifest motherfucker get the dough\n  Or maybe even kick in your grill\n  Sold hands to the ceiling motherfucker let him know\n\n  Dickies was the neighborhood uniform\n  Tales in the hood was a porn\n  Forty was the choice when we used to sip\n  Dudes five loc' with the extra clip\n  Gang star on the mic I'm Guru gifted\n  Why you other be doodlin'?\n  On a head shit don't stop\n  Light tap on the switch back drops\n  Light tap on the switch front pops\n  Bitch in my front seat car hop\n  Don't stop that's y'all born peoples\n  Jealousy got us dealin' with the evil\n  No sequels Eiht so original\n  Damn where all the real go?\n  Why all these weak so hysterical?\n  Paperwork straight no heresy Clara go\n\n  Me and my be rock on go\n  Manifest motherfucker get the dough\n  Or maybe even kick in your grill\n  Sold hands to the ceiling motherfucker let em know\n  Me and my be rock on go\n  Manifest motherfucker get the dough\n  Or maybe even kick in your grill\n  Sold hands to the ceiling motherfucker let him know\n"}]