[{"id":30006988,"name":"Druglord Superstar (Milk remix)","trackName":"Druglord Superstar (Milk remix)","artistName":"MC Lyte","albumName":"Druglord Superstar","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Got a new gig, here you come again kid\nfresh out the dog, done did your bid\nbut you can't stay here no more\nNot in this crib\nNot with the foul way that you used to live\nI remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\nnot giving a fuck about what I want\nBreak -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!\nThe day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\ncause of your fucking death wish\nBroken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care\nGot my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends\nYears ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\nIt was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\nBut it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\nNow your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\nWhat's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\" you could start your own ring and things\nBesides you get a lot of peeps to swing\nNow you got eight men working 7 days a week\n2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\nThey'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar\nYou got a new crib, new truck, new car\ntrying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars\nBut on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot\nand they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n\nYour boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile\nYou down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\nI got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black\nnow I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\nI can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\nI heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile\nratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how\nThey'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar\nThey found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must\nbe soft\nHeard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\na place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside\nYou was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when\nthey said\n\"Crime don't pay\"\nI got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog\ndone did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\nnot with the foul way that you choose to live\nMotherfucka -- you know what/\nJust, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\nCause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more\njust take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\nThinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you\nI dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka\nJust get out! You put me thru too much heartache\ntoo much shit\nI had to go thru -- I can't do it no more","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Druglord Superstar (Milk remix)\n artist: MC Lyte\n album: Druglord Superstar\n duration_ms: 233000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Got a new gig, here you come again kid\n fresh out the dog, done did your bid\n but you can't stay here no more\n Not in this crib\n Not with the foul way that you used to live\n I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\n not giving a fuck about what I want\n Break -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!\n The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n cause of your fucking death wish\n Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care\n Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends\n Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\n It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\n But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\n Now your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\n What's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\" you could start your own ring and things\n Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing\n Now you got eight men working 7 days a week\n 2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n 1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\n They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar\n You got a new crib, new truck, new car\n trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars\n But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot\n and they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n\n Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile\n You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\n I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black\n now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\n I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\n I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile\n ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how\n They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar\n They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must\n be soft\n Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\n a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside\n You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when\n they said\n \"Crime don't pay\"\n I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog\n done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\n not with the foul way that you choose to live\n Motherfucka -- you know what/\n Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\n Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more\n just take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\n Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you\n I dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka\n Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache\n too much shit\n I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more\n"},{"id":34426797,"name":"Druglord Superstar (Milk Remix)","trackName":"Druglord Superstar (Milk Remix)","artistName":"MC Lyte","albumName":"Druglord Superstar (single)","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Got a new gig, here you come again kid\nfresh out the dog, done did your bid\nbut you can't stay here no more\nNot in this crib\nNot with the foul way that you used to live\nI remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\nnot giving a fuck about what I want\nBreak -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!\nThe day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\ncause of your fucking death wish\nBroken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care\nGot my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends\nYears ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\nIt was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\nBut it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\nNow your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\nWhat's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\" you could start your own ring and things\nBesides you get a lot of peeps to swing\nNow you got eight men working 7 days a week\n2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\nThey'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar\nYou got a new crib, new truck, new car\ntrying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars\nBut on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot\nand they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n\nYour boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile\nYou down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\nI got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black\nnow I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\nI can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\nI heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile\nratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how\nThey'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar\nThey found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must\nbe soft\nHeard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\na place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside\nYou was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when\nthey said\n\"Crime don't pay\"\nI got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog\ndone did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\nnot with the foul way that you choose to live\nMotherfucka -- you know what/\nJust, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\nCause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more\njust take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\nThinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you\nI dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka\nJust get out! You put me thru too much heartache\ntoo much shit\nI had to go thru -- I can't do it no more","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Druglord Superstar (Milk Remix)\n artist: MC Lyte\n album: Druglord Superstar (single)\n duration_ms: 236000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Got a new gig, here you come again kid\n fresh out the dog, done did your bid\n but you can't stay here no more\n Not in this crib\n Not with the foul way that you used to live\n I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\n not giving a fuck about what I want\n Break -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!\n The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n cause of your fucking death wish\n Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care\n Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends\n Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\n It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\n But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\n Now your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\n What's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\" you could start your own ring and things\n Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing\n Now you got eight men working 7 days a week\n 2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n 1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\n They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar\n You got a new crib, new truck, new car\n trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars\n But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot\n and they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n\n Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile\n You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\n I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black\n now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\n I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\n I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile\n ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how\n They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar\n They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must\n be soft\n Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\n a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside\n You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when\n they said\n \"Crime don't pay\"\n I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog\n done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\n not with the foul way that you choose to live\n Motherfucka -- you know what/\n Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\n Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more\n just take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\n Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you\n I dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka\n Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache\n too much shit\n I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more\n"},{"id":6319161,"name":"Druglord Superstar","trackName":"Druglord Superstar","artistName":"MC Lyte","albumName":"Bad As I Wanna B","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Got a new gig, here you come again kid\nFresh out the dog, done did your bid\nBut you can't stay here no more\nNot in this crib\nNot with the foul way that you used to live\nI remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\nNot giving a fuck about what I want\nBreak, uh! Breathe Lyte! Breathe!\nThe day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n'Cause of your fucking death wish\nBroken glass everywhere,\n'Cause a motherfucka' like you just didn't care\nGot my shit shot up,\nHad to buy a new body for my Benz,\n'Cause of your wild ass friends\nYears ago when you started on the scene,\nBack and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\nIt was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\nBut it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\nNow your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\nWhat's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\"\nYou could start your own ring and things\nBesides you get a lot of peeps to swing\nNow you got eight men working 7 days a week\n2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n1 be the side kick,, the right hand,\nYou know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\nThey'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah!\nThe drug lord superstar\nYou got a new crib, new truck, new car\nTrying to fit in,\nThrowing parties for them big type rap stars\nBut on the other side of town,\nShit is getting hot,\nYour man got shot\nAnd they blew up your tree spot,\nOn 125th and St. Nick,\nShit is getting thick\nYour boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick,\nNow he's exile\nYou down to 6 motherfuckas\nAnd three of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\nI got feds at my door want to know do I know a black\nNow I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\nI can't take it no more,\nYou see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\nI heard you're on the run now,\nD is in the penile\nRatted your ass out and gave that what,\nWhen and how\nThey'd all kill to be where you are,\nThe druglord superstar\nThey found a boy in the sand,\nIt was Poppi your man\nWith his eyes dug out and you must\nBe soft\nHeard they shot up your car\nAnd ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\nA place to hide,\n'cause your man done snitched on the inside\nYou was on the run like a slave aback in the days,\nYou must have been nodding when\nThey said\n\"Crime don't pay\"\nI got a new gig, here you come again kid,\nFresh out the dog\nDone did your bid but you can't stay here no more,\nNot in this crib\nNot with the foul way that you choose to live\nMotherfucker, you know what\nJust, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\nCause I'm sick of this shit,\nI can't take it no more\nJust take it,\nI don't know who the fuck you think you are\nThinking you could just come back here\nAnd try to enter my life, like I need you\nI don't\nI'm through with you motherfucker\nJust get out!\nYou put me through too much heartache\nToo much shit\nI had to go through,\nI can't do it no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.37] I got a new gig, here you come again, kid\n[00:25.26] Fresh out the door, done did your bid\n[00:27.75] But you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\n[00:30.63] Not with the foul way that you used to live\n[00:33.05] I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\n[00:35.95] Not giving a fuck about what I want\n[00:38.10] Shit, hey, nigga, chill, fuck that nigga\n[00:40.56] Smoke this shit right here, count to ten, it's all good\n[00:43.67] The day that you left, I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n[00:46.81] 'Cause of your fucking death wish\n[00:49.28] Broken glass everywhere\n[00:51.25] 'Cause a motherfucker like you just didn't care\n[00:53.81] Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz\n[00:57.33] 'Cause of your wild-ass friends\n[00:59.51] Years ago when you started on the scene\n[01:01.67] Back and forth, smuggling shit from the Caribbean\n[01:04.39] It was you and your boy Dunn making them suicide runs\n[01:08.09] But it was all in fun\n[01:09.59] 'Til Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\n[01:12.02] Now your boss is looking at you, saying, \"What the fuck is up?\"\n[01:14.93] But you say fuck him, you can start your own ring and thing\n[01:18.08] Besides, you got a lot of peeps to swing\n[01:20.06] Now you got eight men working seven days a week\n[01:22.44] Two be the runners, five on the street\n[01:25.10] One be the sidekick, the right hand\n[01:27.69] You know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man?\n[01:30.52] They'd kill to be where you are, yeah\n[01:33.48] (Who is that?) The drug lord superstar\n[01:36.05] Sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little\n[01:38.82] (And other times I get stuck in the middle)\n[01:40.81] I'm fed up, I can't take it no more\n[01:43.12] (See, I'm busting at the next nigga knocking on my door)\n[01:45.99] Sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little\n[01:48.47] (And other times I get stuck in the middle)\n[01:51.15] I'm fed up, I can't take it no more\n[01:53.74] (See, I'm busting on the next nigga knocking at my door)\n[01:56.31] You got a new crib, new truck, new car\n[01:58.55] Trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big tight rap stars\n[02:01.90] But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot\n[02:04.38] Your man got shot and they blew up your tree spot\n[02:06.96] On 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n[02:09.88] Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick\n[02:12.15] Now he's exiled, you're down to six motherfuckers\n[02:14.78] And three of them motherfuckers is nothing but suckers\n[02:17.22] I got the feds at my door, wanna know, do I know a Black?\n[02:20.25] Now I ain't never called you no shit like that\n[02:22.86] I'm fed up, I can't take it no more\n[02:25.01] You see, I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\n[02:27.65] I heard you on the run now, D is in the penile\n[02:30.55] Ratted your ass out and gave the what, when and how\n[02:33.13] They all kill to be where you are\n[02:35.48] (That's right), mm (what's that?), the drug lord superstar\n[02:38.54] Sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little\n[02:41.59] (And other times I get stuck in the middle)\n[02:43.43] I'm fed up, I can't take it no more\n[02:45.84] (See, I'm busting on the next nigga knocking at my door)\n[02:48.58] Sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little\n[02:51.55] (And other times I get stuck in the middle)\n[02:53.93] I'm fed up, I can't take it no more\n[02:56.33] (See, I'm busting on the next nigga knocking at my door)\n[02:58.88] They found a body in the sand, it was Papi, your man\n[03:01.75] With his eyes dug out and black engraved in his hand\n[03:04.25] What's up with that? Looks like your crew is going down\n[03:06.87] Word around is you're the ass in the biz\n[03:09.52] To let 'em kill your men off, you must be soft\n[03:11.91] Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft\n[03:14.71] Now you need a getaway, a place to hide\n[03:17.24] 'Cause the man done snitched on the inside\n[03:19.86] You was on the run like a slave back in the days\n[03:22.72] You must've been nodding when they said crime don't pay\n[03:25.42] I got a new gig, here you come again, kid\n[03:27.73] Fresh out the door, done did your bid\n[03:30.31] But you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\n[03:33.27] Not with the foul way that you choose to live\n[03:35.62] Motherfucker, you know what?\n[03:37.63] Just take your shit, alright?\n[03:40.23] Just take it 'cause I'm sick of the shit\n[03:42.08] (That's right, motherfucker, get your motherfucking shoes)\n[03:43.65] Just take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\n[03:44.79] (And all that shit, you don't need your punk ass)\n[03:46.34] You can just come back here and try to enter my life\n[03:47.89] (Let me get the fuck out)\n[03:48.87] Like I need you, why don't you?\n[03:49.98] I'm through with you, motherfucker, just get out\n[03:50.58] (Ay, ay, ay, want me to go get the motherfucking gun?)\n[03:51.20] You gave me too much heartache, too much shit I had to go through\n[03:52.53] (Ay, ay, what? You want me to go get the gun?)\n[03:54.17] I can't do it no more\n[03:57.26] (We ain't gonna bust on that motherfucker, pussy-ass nigga)\n[03:57.66] (He ain't shit no motherfucking way, fuck him)\n[04:00.11] (Come on)\n[04:02.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Druglord Superstar\n artist: MC Lyte\n album: Bad As I Wanna B\n duration_ms: 243000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I got a new gig, here you come again, kid\n start_ms: 22370\n end_ms: 25260\n- text: Fresh out the door, done did your bid\n start_ms: 25260\n end_ms: 27750\n- text: But you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\n start_ms: 27750\n end_ms: 30630\n- text: Not with the foul way that you used to live\n start_ms: 30630\n end_ms: 33050\n- text: I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\n start_ms: 33050\n end_ms: 35950\n- text: Not giving a fuck about what I want\n start_ms: 35950\n end_ms: 38100\n- text: Shit, hey, nigga, chill, fuck that nigga\n start_ms: 38100\n end_ms: 40560\n- text: Smoke this shit right here, count to ten, it's all good\n start_ms: 40560\n end_ms: 43670\n- text: The day that you left, I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n start_ms: 43670\n end_ms: 46810\n- text: '''Cause of your fucking death wish'\n start_ms: 46810\n end_ms: 49280\n- text: Broken glass everywhere\n start_ms: 49280\n end_ms: 51250\n- text: '''Cause a motherfucker like you just didn''t care'\n start_ms: 51250\n end_ms: 53810\n- text: Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz\n start_ms: 53810\n end_ms: 57330\n- text: '''Cause of your wild-ass friends'\n start_ms: 57330\n end_ms: 59510\n- text: Years ago when you started on the scene\n start_ms: 59510\n end_ms: 61670\n- text: Back and forth, smuggling shit from the Caribbean\n start_ms: 61670\n end_ms: 64390\n- text: It was you and your boy Dunn making them suicide runs\n start_ms: 64390\n end_ms: 68090\n- text: But it was all in fun\n start_ms: 68090\n end_ms: 69590\n- text: '''Til Dunn tried to run with half of your cut'\n start_ms: 69590\n end_ms: 72020\n- text: Now your boss is looking at you, saying, \"What the fuck is up?\"\n start_ms: 72020\n end_ms: 74930\n- text: But you say fuck him, you can start your own ring and thing\n start_ms: 74930\n end_ms: 78080\n- text: Besides, you got a lot of peeps to swing\n start_ms: 78080\n end_ms: 80060\n- text: Now you got eight men working seven days a week\n start_ms: 80060\n end_ms: 82440\n- text: Two be the runners, five on the street\n start_ms: 82440\n end_ms: 85100\n- text: One be the sidekick, the right hand\n start_ms: 85100\n end_ms: 87690\n- text: You know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man?\n start_ms: 87690\n end_ms: 90520\n- text: They'd kill to be where you are, yeah\n start_ms: 90520\n end_ms: 93480\n- text: (Who is that?) 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You want me to go get the gun?)\n start_ms: 232530\n end_ms: 234170\n- text: I can't do it no more\n start_ms: 234170\n end_ms: 237260\n- text: (We ain't gonna bust on that motherfucker, pussy-ass nigga)\n start_ms: 237260\n end_ms: 237660\n- text: (He ain't shit no motherfucking way, fuck him)\n start_ms: 237660\n end_ms: 240110\n- text: (Come on)\n start_ms: 240110\n end_ms: 242740\nplain: |-\n Got a new gig, here you come again kid\n Fresh out the dog, done did your bid\n But you can't stay here no more\n Not in this crib\n Not with the foul way that you used to live\n I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\n Not giving a fuck about what I want\n Break, uh! Breathe Lyte! Breathe!\n The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n 'Cause of your fucking death wish\n Broken glass everywhere,\n 'Cause a motherfucka' like you just didn't care\n Got my shit shot up,\n Had to buy a new body for my Benz,\n 'Cause of your wild ass friends\n Years ago when you started on the scene,\n Back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\n It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\n But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\n Now your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\n What's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\"\n You could start your own ring and things\n Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing\n Now you got eight men working 7 days a week\n 2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n 1 be the side kick,, the right hand,\n You know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\n They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah!\n The drug lord superstar\n You got a new crib, new truck, new car\n Trying to fit in,\n Throwing parties for them big type rap stars\n But on the other side of town,\n Shit is getting hot,\n Your man got shot\n And they blew up your tree spot,\n On 125th and St. Nick,\n Shit is getting thick\n Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick,\n Now he's exile\n You down to 6 motherfuckas\n And three of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\n I got feds at my door want to know do I know a black\n Now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\n I can't take it no more,\n You see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\n I heard you're on the run now,\n D is in the penile\n Ratted your ass out and gave that what,\n When and how\n They'd all kill to be where you are,\n The druglord superstar\n They found a boy in the sand,\n It was Poppi your man\n With his eyes dug out and you must\n Be soft\n Heard they shot up your car\n And ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\n A place to hide,\n 'cause your man done snitched on the inside\n You was on the run like a slave aback in the days,\n You must have been nodding when\n They said\n \"Crime don't pay\"\n I got a new gig, here you come again kid,\n Fresh out the dog\n Done did your bid but you can't stay here no more,\n Not in this crib\n Not with the foul way that you choose to live\n Motherfucker, you know what\n Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\n Cause I'm sick of this shit,\n I can't take it no more\n Just take it,\n I don't know who the fuck you think you are\n Thinking you could just come back here\n And try to enter my life, like I need you\n I don't\n I'm through with you motherfucker\n Just get out!\n You put me through too much heartache\n Too much shit\n I had to go through,\n I can't do it no more\n"},{"id":23253711,"name":"Druglord Superstar","trackName":"Druglord Superstar","artistName":"MC Lyte","albumName":"Party Is Goin' On, Vol. 1","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Got a new gig, here you come again kid\nFresh out the dog, done did your bid\nBut you can't stay here no more\nNot in this crib\nNot with the foul way that you used to live\nI remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\nNot giving a fuck about what I want\nBreak, uh! Breathe Lyte! Breathe!\nThe day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n'Cause of your fucking death wish\nBroken glass everywhere,\n'Cause a motherfucka' like you just didn't care\nGot my shit shot up,\nHad to buy a new body for my Benz,\n'Cause of your wild ass friends\nYears ago when you started on the scene,\nBack and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\nIt was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\nBut it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\nNow your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\nWhat's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\"\nYou could start your own ring and things\nBesides you get a lot of peeps to swing\nNow you got eight men working 7 days a week\n2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n1 be the side kick,, the right hand,\nYou know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\nThey'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah!\nThe drug lord superstar\nYou got a new crib, new truck, new car\nTrying to fit in,\nThrowing parties for them big type rap stars\nBut on the other side of town,\nShit is getting hot,\nYour man got shot\nAnd they blew up your tree spot,\nOn 125th and St. Nick,\nShit is getting thick\nYour boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick,\nNow he's exile\nYou down to 6 motherfuckas\nAnd three of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\nI got feds at my door want to know do I know a black\nNow I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\nI can't take it no more,\nYou see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\nI heard you're on the run now,\nD is in the penile\nRatted your ass out and gave that what,\nWhen and how\nThey'd all kill to be where you are,\nThe druglord superstar\nThey found a boy in the sand,\nIt was Poppi your man\nWith his eyes dug out and you must\nBe soft\nHeard they shot up your car\nAnd ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\nA place to hide,\n'cause your man done snitched on the inside\nYou was on the run like a slave aback in the days,\nYou must have been nodding when\nThey said\n\"Crime don't pay\"\nI got a new gig, here you come again kid,\nFresh out the dog\nDone did your bid but you can't stay here no more,\nNot in this crib\nNot with the foul way that you choose to live\nMotherfucker, you know what\nJust, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\nCause I'm sick of this shit,\nI can't take it no more\nJust take it,\nI don't know who the fuck you think you are\nThinking you could just come back here\nAnd try to enter my life, like I need you\nI don't\nI'm through with you motherfucker\nJust get out!\nYou put me through too much heartache\nToo much shit\nI had to go through,\nI can't do it no more","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Druglord Superstar\n artist: MC Lyte\n album: Party Is Goin' On, Vol. 1\n duration_ms: 233000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Got a new gig, here you come again kid\n Fresh out the dog, done did your bid\n But you can't stay here no more\n Not in this crib\n Not with the foul way that you used to live\n I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\n Not giving a fuck about what I want\n Break, uh! Breathe Lyte! Breathe!\n The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n 'Cause of your fucking death wish\n Broken glass everywhere,\n 'Cause a motherfucka' like you just didn't care\n Got my shit shot up,\n Had to buy a new body for my Benz,\n 'Cause of your wild ass friends\n Years ago when you started on the scene,\n Back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\n It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\n But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\n Now your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\n What's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\"\n You could start your own ring and things\n Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing\n Now you got eight men working 7 days a week\n 2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n 1 be the side kick,, the right hand,\n You know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\n They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah!\n The drug lord superstar\n You got a new crib, new truck, new car\n Trying to fit in,\n Throwing parties for them big type rap stars\n But on the other side of town,\n Shit is getting hot,\n Your man got shot\n And they blew up your tree spot,\n On 125th and St. Nick,\n Shit is getting thick\n Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick,\n Now he's exile\n You down to 6 motherfuckas\n And three of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\n I got feds at my door want to know do I know a black\n Now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\n I can't take it no more,\n You see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\n I heard you're on the run now,\n D is in the penile\n Ratted your ass out and gave that what,\n When and how\n They'd all kill to be where you are,\n The druglord superstar\n They found a boy in the sand,\n It was Poppi your man\n With his eyes dug out and you must\n Be soft\n Heard they shot up your car\n And ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\n A place to hide,\n 'cause your man done snitched on the inside\n You was on the run like a slave aback in the days,\n You must have been nodding when\n They said\n \"Crime don't pay\"\n I got a new gig, here you come again kid,\n Fresh out the dog\n Done did your bid but you can't stay here no more,\n Not in this crib\n Not with the foul way that you choose to live\n Motherfucker, you know what\n Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\n Cause I'm sick of this shit,\n I can't take it no more\n Just take it,\n I don't know who the fuck you think you are\n Thinking you could just come back here\n And try to enter my life, like I need you\n I don't\n I'm through with you motherfucker\n Just get out!\n You put me through too much heartache\n Too much shit\n I had to go through,\n I can't do it no more\n"},{"id":26200839,"name":"Druglord Superstar","trackName":"Druglord Superstar","artistName":"MC Lyte","albumName":"Bad As I Wanna Be","duration":242.999,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Got a new gig, here you come again kid\nFresh out the dog, done did your bid\nBut you can't stay here no more\nNot in this crib\nNot with the foul way that you used to live\nI remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\nNot giving a fuck about what I want\nBreak, uh! Breathe Lyte! Breathe!\nThe day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n'Cause of your fucking death wish\nBroken glass everywhere,\n'Cause a motherfucka' like you just didn't care\nGot my shit shot up,\nHad to buy a new body for my Benz,\n'Cause of your wild ass friends\nYears ago when you started on the scene,\nBack and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\nIt was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\nBut it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\nNow your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\nWhat's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\"\nYou could start your own ring and things\nBesides you get a lot of peeps to swing\nNow you got eight men working 7 days a week\n2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n1 be the side kick,, the right hand,\nYou know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\nThey'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah!\nThe drug lord superstar\nYou got a new crib, new truck, new car\nTrying to fit in,\nThrowing parties for them big type rap stars\nBut on the other side of town,\nShit is getting hot,\nYour man got shot\nAnd they blew up your tree spot,\nOn 125th and St. Nick,\nShit is getting thick\nYour boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick,\nNow he's exile\nYou down to 6 motherfuckas\nAnd three of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\nI got feds at my door want to know do I know a black\nNow I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\nI can't take it no more,\nYou see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\nI heard you're on the run now,\nD is in the penile\nRatted your ass out and gave that what,\nWhen and how\nThey'd all kill to be where you are,\nThe druglord superstar\nThey found a boy in the sand,\nIt was Poppi your man\nWith his eyes dug out and you must\nBe soft\nHeard they shot up your car\nAnd ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\nA place to hide,\n'cause your man done snitched on the inside\nYou was on the run like a slave aback in the days,\nYou must have been nodding when\nThey said\n\"Crime don't pay\"\nI got a new gig, here you come again kid,\nFresh out the dog\nDone did your bid but you can't stay here no more,\nNot in this crib\nNot with the foul way that you choose to live\nMotherfucker, you know what\nJust, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\nCause I'm sick of this shit,\nI can't take it no more\nJust take it,\nI don't know who the fuck you think you are\nThinking you could just come back here\nAnd try to enter my life, like I need you\nI don't\nI'm through with you motherfucker\nJust get out!\nYou put me through too much heartache\nToo much shit\nI had to go through,\nI can't do it no more","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Druglord Superstar\n artist: MC Lyte\n album: Bad As I Wanna Be\n duration_ms: 242999\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Got a new gig, here you come again kid\n Fresh out the dog, done did your bid\n But you can't stay here no more\n Not in this crib\n Not with the foul way that you used to live\n I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\n Not giving a fuck about what I want\n Break, uh! Breathe Lyte! Breathe!\n The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n 'Cause of your fucking death wish\n Broken glass everywhere,\n 'Cause a motherfucka' like you just didn't care\n Got my shit shot up,\n Had to buy a new body for my Benz,\n 'Cause of your wild ass friends\n Years ago when you started on the scene,\n Back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\n It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\n But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\n Now your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\n What's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\"\n You could start your own ring and things\n Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing\n Now you got eight men working 7 days a week\n 2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n 1 be the side kick,, the right hand,\n You know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\n They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah!\n The drug lord superstar\n You got a new crib, new truck, new car\n Trying to fit in,\n Throwing parties for them big type rap stars\n But on the other side of town,\n Shit is getting hot,\n Your man got shot\n And they blew up your tree spot,\n On 125th and St. Nick,\n Shit is getting thick\n Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick,\n Now he's exile\n You down to 6 motherfuckas\n And three of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\n I got feds at my door want to know do I know a black\n Now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\n I can't take it no more,\n You see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\n I heard you're on the run now,\n D is in the penile\n Ratted your ass out and gave that what,\n When and how\n They'd all kill to be where you are,\n The druglord superstar\n They found a boy in the sand,\n It was Poppi your man\n With his eyes dug out and you must\n Be soft\n Heard they shot up your car\n And ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\n A place to hide,\n 'cause your man done snitched on the inside\n You was on the run like a slave aback in the days,\n You must have been nodding when\n They said\n \"Crime don't pay\"\n I got a new gig, here you come again kid,\n Fresh out the dog\n Done did your bid but you can't stay here no more,\n Not in this crib\n Not with the foul way that you choose to live\n Motherfucker, you know what\n Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\n Cause I'm sick of this shit,\n I can't take it no more\n Just take it,\n I don't know who the fuck you think you are\n Thinking you could just come back here\n And try to enter my life, like I need you\n I don't\n I'm through with you motherfucker\n Just get out!\n You put me through too much heartache\n Too much shit\n I had to go through,\n I can't do it no more\n"},{"id":9368584,"name":"Druglord Superstar (MILK Remix)","trackName":"Druglord Superstar (MILK Remix)","artistName":"MC Lyte","albumName":"Badder Than B Fore","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Got a new gig, here you come again kid\nfresh out the dog, done did your bid\nbut you can't stay here no more\nNot in this crib\nNot with the foul way that you used to live\nI remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\nnot giving a fuck about what I want\nBreak -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!\nThe day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\ncause of your fucking death wish\nBroken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care\nGot my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends\nYears ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\nIt was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\nBut it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\nNow your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\nWhat's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\" you could start your own ring and things\nBesides you get a lot of peeps to swing\nNow you got eight men working 7 days a week\n2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\nThey'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar\nYou got a new crib, new truck, new car\ntrying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars\nBut on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot\nand they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n\nYour boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile\nYou down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\nI got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black\nnow I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\nI can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\nI heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile\nratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how\nThey'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar\nThey found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must\nbe soft\nHeard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\na place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside\nYou was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when\nthey said\n\"Crime don't pay\"\nI got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog\ndone did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\nnot with the foul way that you choose to live\nMotherfucka -- you know what/\nJust, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\nCause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more\njust take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\nThinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you\nI dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka\nJust get out! You put me thru too much heartache\ntoo much shit\nI had to go thru -- I can't do it no more","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Druglord Superstar (MILK Remix)\n artist: MC Lyte\n album: Badder Than B Fore\n duration_ms: 233000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Got a new gig, here you come again kid\n fresh out the dog, done did your bid\n but you can't stay here no more\n Not in this crib\n Not with the foul way that you used to live\n I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\n not giving a fuck about what I want\n Break -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!\n The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n cause of your fucking death wish\n Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care\n Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends\n Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\n It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\n But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\n Now your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\n What's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\" you could start your own ring and things\n Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing\n Now you got eight men working 7 days a week\n 2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n 1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\n They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar\n You got a new crib, new truck, new car\n trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars\n But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot\n and they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n\n Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile\n You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\n I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black\n now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\n I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\n I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile\n ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how\n They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar\n They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must\n be soft\n Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\n a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside\n You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when\n they said\n \"Crime don't pay\"\n I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog\n done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\n not with the foul way that you choose to live\n Motherfucka -- you know what/\n Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\n Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more\n just take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\n Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you\n I dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka\n Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache\n too much shit\n I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more\n"},{"id":34426689,"name":"Druglord Superstar (MILK. remix)","trackName":"Druglord Superstar (MILK. remix)","artistName":"MC Lyte","albumName":"Badder Than B Fore (Remix)","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Got a new gig, here you come again kid\nfresh out the dog, done did your bid\nbut you can't stay here no more\nNot in this crib\nNot with the foul way that you used to live\nI remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\nnot giving a fuck about what I want\nBreak -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!\nThe day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\ncause of your fucking death wish\nBroken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care\nGot my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends\nYears ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\nIt was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\nBut it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\nNow your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\nWhat's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\" you could start your own ring and things\nBesides you get a lot of peeps to swing\nNow you got eight men working 7 days a week\n2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\nThey'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar\nYou got a new crib, new truck, new car\ntrying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars\nBut on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot\nand they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n\nYour boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile\nYou down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\nI got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black\nnow I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\nI can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\nI heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile\nratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how\nThey'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar\nThey found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must\nbe soft\nHeard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\na place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside\nYou was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when\nthey said\n\"Crime don't pay\"\nI got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog\ndone did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\nnot with the foul way that you choose to live\nMotherfucka -- you know what/\nJust, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\nCause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more\njust take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\nThinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you\nI dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka\nJust get out! You put me thru too much heartache\ntoo much shit\nI had to go thru -- I can't do it no more","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Druglord Superstar (MILK. remix)\n artist: MC Lyte\n album: Badder Than B Fore (Remix)\n duration_ms: 233000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Got a new gig, here you come again kid\n fresh out the dog, done did your bid\n but you can't stay here no more\n Not in this crib\n Not with the foul way that you used to live\n I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\n not giving a fuck about what I want\n Break -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!\n The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n cause of your fucking death wish\n Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care\n Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends\n Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\n It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\n But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\n Now your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\n What's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\" you could start your own ring and things\n Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing\n Now you got eight men working 7 days a week\n 2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n 1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\n They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar\n You got a new crib, new truck, new car\n trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars\n But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot\n and they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n\n Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile\n You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\n I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black\n now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\n I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\n I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile\n ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how\n They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar\n They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must\n be soft\n Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\n a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside\n You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when\n they said\n \"Crime don't pay\"\n I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog\n done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\n not with the foul way that you choose to live\n Motherfucka -- you know what/\n Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\n Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more\n just take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\n Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you\n I dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka\n Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache\n too much shit\n I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more\n"},{"id":26017808,"name":"Druglord Superstar [Milk Remix]","trackName":"Druglord Superstar [Milk Remix]","artistName":"MC Lyte","albumName":"Badder Than B Fore: The Remix Album","duration":230.035625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Got a new gig, here you come again kid\nfresh out the dog, done did your bid\nbut you can't stay here no more\nNot in this crib\nNot with the foul way that you used to live\nI remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\nnot giving a fuck about what I want\nBreak -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!\nThe day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\ncause of your fucking death wish\nBroken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care\nGot my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends\nYears ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\nIt was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\nBut it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\nNow your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\nWhat's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\" you could start your own ring and things\nBesides you get a lot of peeps to swing\nNow you got eight men working 7 days a week\n2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\nThey'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar\nYou got a new crib, new truck, new car\ntrying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars\nBut on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot\nand they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n\nYour boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile\nYou down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\nI got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black\nnow I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\nI can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\nI heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile\nratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how\nThey'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar\nThey found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must\nbe soft\nHeard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\na place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside\nYou was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when\nthey said\n\"Crime don't pay\"\nI got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog\ndone did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\nnot with the foul way that you choose to live\nMotherfucka -- you know what/\nJust, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\nCause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more\njust take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\nThinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you\nI dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka\nJust get out! You put me thru too much heartache\ntoo much shit\nI had to go thru -- I can't do it no more","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Druglord Superstar [Milk Remix]\n artist: MC Lyte\n album: 'Badder Than B Fore: The Remix Album'\n duration_ms: 230036\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Got a new gig, here you come again kid\n fresh out the dog, done did your bid\n but you can't stay here no more\n Not in this crib\n Not with the foul way that you used to live\n I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\n not giving a fuck about what I want\n Break -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!\n The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n cause of your fucking death wish\n Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care\n Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends\n Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\n It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\n But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\n Now your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\n What's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\" you could start your own ring and things\n Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing\n Now you got eight men working 7 days a week\n 2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n 1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\n They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar\n You got a new crib, new truck, new car\n trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars\n But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot\n and they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n\n Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile\n You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\n I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black\n now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\n I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\n I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile\n ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how\n They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar\n They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must\n be soft\n Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\n a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside\n You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when\n they said\n \"Crime don't pay\"\n I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog\n done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\n not with the foul way that you choose to live\n Motherfucka -- you know what/\n Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\n Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more\n just take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\n Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you\n I dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka\n Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache\n too much shit\n I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more\n"},{"id":11534506,"name":"Druglord Superstar","trackName":"Druglord Superstar","artistName":"MC Lyte feat. Da Brat","albumName":"Bad As I Wanna B","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Got a new gig, here you come again kid\nfresh out the dog, done did your bid\nbut you can't stay here no more\nNot in this crib\nNot with the foul way that you used to live\nI remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\nnot giving a fuck about what I want\nBreak -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!\nThe day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\ncause of your fucking death wish\nBroken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care\nGot my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends\nYears ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\nIt was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\nBut it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\nNow your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\nWhat's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\" you could start your own ring and things\nBesides you get a lot of peeps to swing\nNow you got eight men working 7 days a week\n2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\nThey'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar\nYou got a new crib, new truck, new car\ntrying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars\nBut on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot\nand they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n\nYour boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile\nYou down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\nI got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black\nnow I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\nI can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\nI heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile\nratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how\nThey'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar\nThey found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must\nbe soft\nHeard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\na place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside\nYou was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when\nthey said\n\"Crime don't pay\"\nI got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog\ndone did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\nnot with the foul way that you choose to live\nMotherfucka -- you know what/\nJust, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\nCause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more\njust take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\nThinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you\nI dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka\nJust get out! You put me thru too much heartache\ntoo much shit\nI had to go thru -- I can't do it no more","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.24] Got a new gig, here you come again kid\n[00:25.49] fresh out the dog, done did your bid\n[00:28.13] but you can't stay here no more\n[00:30.08] Not in this crib\n[00:31.01] Not with the foul way that you used to live\n[00:33.26] I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month\n[00:36.25] not giving a fuck about what I want\n[00:38.86] Break -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!\n[00:45.32] The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n[00:47.45] cause of your fucking death wish\n[00:49.23] Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care\n[00:54.22] Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends\n[00:59.84] Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\n[01:04.70] It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\n[01:08.20] But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\n[01:12.41] Now your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\n[01:15.43] What's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\" you could start your own ring and things\n[01:18.53] Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing\n[01:20.59] Now you got eight men working 7 days a week\n[01:23.18] 2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n[01:26.57] 1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\n[01:31.35] They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar\n[01:37.90] You got a new crib, new truck, new car\n[01:59.13] trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars\n[02:02.64] But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot\n[02:05.26] and they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n[02:10.19] Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile\n[02:13.68] You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\n[02:17.40] I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black\n[02:20.59] now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\n[02:23.96] I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\n[02:27.65] I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile\n[02:30.79] ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how\n[02:34.19] They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar\n[02:40.03] \n[02:45.53] They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must\n[03:02.80] be soft\n[03:05.16] Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\n[03:16.69] a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside\n[03:20.07] You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when\n[03:24.99] they said\n[03:25.64] \"Crime don't pay\"\n[03:26.30] I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog\n[03:29.41] done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\n[03:31.79] not with the foul way that you choose to live\n[03:35.91] Motherfucka -- you know what/\n[03:38.12] Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\n[03:40.50] Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more\n[03:43.53] just take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\n[03:46.05] Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you\n[03:49.60] I dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka\n[03:51.82] Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache\n[03:54.42] too much shit\n[03:55.45] I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more\n[03:56.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Druglord Superstar\n artist: MC Lyte feat. 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Breathe!\n The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed\n cause of your fucking death wish\n Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care\n Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends\n Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean\n It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs\n But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut\n Now your boss is looking at you saying \"What the fuck is up?\"\n What's up? But you say, \"Fuck him\" you could start your own ring and things\n Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing\n Now you got eight men working 7 days a week\n 2 be the runners, 5 on the street\n 1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man\n They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar\n You got a new crib, new truck, new car\n trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars\n But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot\n and they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick\n\n Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile\n You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas\n I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black\n now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up\n I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door\n I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile\n ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how\n They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar\n They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must\n be soft\n Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away\n a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside\n You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when\n they said\n \"Crime don't pay\"\n I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog\n done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib\n not with the foul way that you choose to live\n Motherfucka -- you know what/\n Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it!\n Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more\n just take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are\n Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you\n I dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka\n Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache\n too much shit\n I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more\n"}]