[{"id":18559351,"name":"I've Been Down","trackName":"I've Been Down","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Tha Best Of Mac Dre","duration":287.973878,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Real niggas\n(Let's make this official, baby)\nReal before rappin\nRespect before success\n[ Harm ]\nI've been down\nFor oh so long\nStarin at these prison walls\nI want you to...\nStep in my 150s for a minute\nStep in my shoes\nWalk in my shoes\nYeah\nJust want you to see things like how I see em\nYou know\nThis's for all my niggas out there\nCheck it out\nBottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\nC.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\nPunk police cowboy from Texas\nTalkin some shit bout servin breakfast\nIt's 5: 15, he must be psycho\nOr just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\nI cussed him out, he gave me distance\nAnd pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\nNow these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\nFive C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\nStraight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\nMy celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\nSee the lt. for the disposition\n28 days commissary restriction\n2 days later back on the main line\nDopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n25 cartons, now I'm straight\nKeep 17, and the homeboys 8\nCop some hop, start back boomin\nGot em sendin money on the Western Union\n2 fat gramms of that china white\nGon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\nGrabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\nAnd 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\nNow I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\nDrinkin pruno, smokin indo\nGrabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\nThey lock a nigga down for resistance counts\nLook at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\nMight even do a little masturbatin\nTrippin off that bitch Dominique\nI bust one quick while my celly sleep\nDoors rack open, now it's time for movement\nGoddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\nBounce to the movies with my homies\nThe title sound good, but the shit was phoney\nDamn cigarettes won't let me breathe\nNiggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\nThe lights flash on, quick as fuck\nSomebody in the bathroom just got stuck\nIf he makes it, he'll be lucky\nSix inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n25 cops rush the spot\nNow I got one-time on my jock\nStash my shank underneath the seat\nAnd make sure no blood is on my feet\nPunk police wanna take me down\nThey put me on the wall and they shake me down\nNow it's back to the block strapless\nBut I got two mo' in my matress\nOne mo' time I peep the cops\nFuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\nI said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\nDown to the 3rd and got on the telephone\nCalled my bitch, but she showed me no love\nGot on the phone, shot me a cold dove\nShe said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\nBut she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\nI'm goin through it\nYeah\nY'all real niggas know\nYeah muthafucka\nI done been there and back boy\nI could tell you the story from rags to riches\nHow I did time with fags and snitches\nThat's real\nIt's really real\nIt's no drama\nIt's really real\nYeah\nY'all niggas better go to school\nTryina fuck with this nigga here, man\nIt's the real\nYeah\nDick Down\nFreaky D\nBaby Rah\nT-Endo\nMy niggas\nTy-Ty\nDoin that federal shit\nFreak\nFreak, don't worry about nothin, man\nI've been down\nFor oh so long\nStarin at these prison walls\nSame old song","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.05] Real niggas\n[00:09.13] (Let's make this official, baby)\n[00:10.16] Real before rappin\n[00:12.20] Respect before success\n[00:14.29] [ Harm ]\n[00:18.16] I've been down\n[00:20.18] For oh so long\n[00:23.29] Starin at these prison walls\n[00:27.25] I want you to...\n[00:29.24] Step in my 150s for a minute\n[00:30.14] Step in my shoes\n[00:31.14] Walk in my shoes\n[00:32.24] Yeah\n[00:34.28] Just want you to see things like how I see em\n[00:35.24] You know\n[00:36.31] This's for all my niggas out there\n[00:38.47] Check it out\n[00:40.32] Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\n[00:42.32] C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\n[00:45.34] Punk police cowboy from Texas\n[00:47.46] Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast\n[00:50.47] It's 5: 15, he must be psycho\n[00:51.49] Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\n[00:55.58] I cussed him out, he gave me distance\n[00:58.62] And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\n[01:00.72] Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\n[01:04.08] Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\n[01:07.08] Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\n[01:09.01] My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\n[01:12.20] See the lt. for the disposition\n[01:15.27] 28 days commissary restriction\n[01:17.23] 2 days later back on the main line\n[01:20.56] Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n[01:22.62] 25 cartons, now I'm straight\n[01:25.75] Keep 17, and the homeboys 8\n[01:27.75] Cop some hop, start back boomin\n[01:31.08] Got em sendin money on the Western Union\n[01:33.17] 2 fat gramms of that china white\n[01:36.36] Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\n[01:38.47] Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\n[01:41.66] And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\n[01:44.62] Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\n[01:46.61] Drinkin pruno, smokin indo\n[01:47.95] Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\n[01:52.24] They lock a nigga down for resistance counts\n[01:55.28] Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\n[01:58.25] Might even do a little masturbatin\n[02:01.19] Trippin off that bitch Dominique\n[02:03.12] I bust one quick while my celly sleep\n[02:06.28] Doors rack open, now it's time for movement\n[02:08.23] Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\n[02:11.38] Bounce to the movies with my homies\n[02:14.26] The title sound good, but the shit was phoney\n[02:16.14] Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe\n[02:19.47] Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\n[02:21.57] The lights flash on, quick as fuck\n[02:24.85] Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck\n[02:27.76] If he makes it, he'll be lucky\n[02:29.86] Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n[02:33.05] 25 cops rush the spot\n[02:36.06] Now I got one-time on my jock\n[02:38.02] Stash my shank underneath the seat\n[02:41.09] And make sure no blood is on my feet\n[02:44.03] Punk police wanna take me down\n[02:46.15] They put me on the wall and they shake me down\n[02:49.14] Now it's back to the block strapless\n[02:51.28] But I got two mo' in my matress\n[02:54.23] One mo' time I peep the cops\n[02:57.32] Fuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\n[02:59.24] I said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\n[03:02.40] Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone\n[03:05.58] Called my bitch, but she showed me no love\n[03:08.47] Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove\n[03:10.42] She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\n[03:12.73] But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\n[03:15.82] I'm goin through it\n[03:17.81] Yeah\n[03:19.89] Y'all real niggas know\n[03:20.81] Yeah muthafucka\n[03:22.93] I done been there and back boy\n[03:26.27] I could tell you the story from rags to riches\n[03:30.25] How I did time with fags and snitches\n[03:32.22] That's real\n[03:35.22] It's really real\n[03:36.28] It's no drama\n[03:39.59] It's really real\n[03:40.50] Yeah\n[03:43.63] Y'all niggas better go to school\n[03:44.66] Tryina fuck with this nigga here, man\n[03:47.86] It's the real\n[03:50.99] Yeah\n[03:52.92] Dick Down\n[03:53.98] Freaky D\n[03:54.98] Baby Rah\n[03:56.06] T-Endo\n[03:56.93] My niggas\n[03:57.93] Ty-Ty\n[03:59.14] Doin that federal shit\n[04:03.37] Freak\n[04:05.35] Freak, don't worry about nothin, man\n[04:07.29] I've been down\n[04:10.28] For oh so long\n[04:11.33] Starin at these prison walls\n[04:12.66] Same old song\n[04:13.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I've Been Down\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: Tha Best Of Mac Dre\n  duration_ms: 287974\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Real niggas\n  start_ms: 8050\n  end_ms: 9130\n- text: (Let's 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been down\n  For oh so long\n  Starin at these prison walls\n  I want you to...\n  Step in my 150s for a minute\n  Step in my shoes\n  Walk in my shoes\n  Yeah\n  Just want you to see things like how I see em\n  You know\n  This's for all my niggas out there\n  Check it out\n  Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\n  C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\n  Punk police cowboy from Texas\n  Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast\n  It's 5: 15, he must be psycho\n  Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\n  I cussed him out, he gave me distance\n  And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\n  Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\n  Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\n  Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\n  My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\n  See the lt. for the disposition\n  28 days commissary restriction\n  2 days later back on the main line\n  Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n  25 cartons, now I'm straight\n  Keep 17, and the homeboys 8\n  Cop some hop, start back boomin\n  Got em sendin money on the Western Union\n  2 fat gramms of that china white\n  Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\n  Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\n  And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\n  Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\n  Drinkin pruno, smokin indo\n  Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\n  They lock a nigga down for resistance counts\n  Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\n  Might even do a little masturbatin\n  Trippin off that bitch Dominique\n  I bust one quick while my celly sleep\n  Doors rack open, now it's time for movement\n  Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\n  Bounce to the movies with my homies\n  The title sound good, but the shit was phoney\n  Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe\n  Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\n  The lights flash on, quick as fuck\n  Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck\n  If he makes it, he'll be lucky\n  Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n  25 cops rush the spot\n  Now I got one-time on my jock\n  Stash my shank underneath the seat\n  And make sure no blood is on my feet\n  Punk police wanna take me down\n  They put me on the wall and they shake me down\n  Now it's back to the block strapless\n  But I got two mo' in my matress\n  One mo' time I peep the cops\n  Fuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\n  I said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\n  Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone\n  Called my bitch, but she showed me no love\n  Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove\n  She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\n  But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\n  I'm goin through it\n  Yeah\n  Y'all real niggas know\n  Yeah muthafucka\n  I done been there and back boy\n  I could tell you the story from rags to riches\n  How I did time with fags and snitches\n  That's real\n  It's really real\n  It's no drama\n  It's really real\n  Yeah\n  Y'all niggas better go to school\n  Tryina fuck with this nigga here, man\n  It's the real\n  Yeah\n  Dick Down\n  Freaky D\n  Baby Rah\n  T-Endo\n  My niggas\n  Ty-Ty\n  Doin that federal shit\n  Freak\n  Freak, don't worry about nothin, man\n  I've been down\n  For oh so long\n  Starin at these prison walls\n  Same old song\n"},{"id":27851699,"name":"I've Been Down","trackName":"I've Been Down","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"The Best of Mac Dre","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Real niggas\n(Let's make this official, baby)\nReal before rappin\nRespect before success\n[ Harm ]\nI've been down\nFor oh so long\nStarin at these prison walls\nI want you to...\nStep in my 150s for a minute\nStep in my shoes\nWalk in my shoes\nYeah\nJust want you to see things like how I see em\nYou know\nThis's for all my niggas out there\nCheck it out\nBottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\nC.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\nPunk police cowboy from Texas\nTalkin some shit bout servin breakfast\nIt's 5: 15, he must be psycho\nOr just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\nI cussed him out, he gave me distance\nAnd pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\nNow these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\nFive C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\nStraight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\nMy celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\nSee the lt. for the disposition\n28 days commissary restriction\n2 days later back on the main line\nDopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n25 cartons, now I'm straight\nKeep 17, and the homeboys 8\nCop some hop, start back boomin\nGot em sendin money on the Western Union\n2 fat gramms of that china white\nGon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\nGrabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\nAnd 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\nNow I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\nDrinkin pruno, smokin indo\nGrabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\nThey lock a nigga down for resistance counts\nLook at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\nMight even do a little masturbatin\nTrippin off that bitch Dominique\nI bust one quick while my celly sleep\nDoors rack open, now it's time for movement\nGoddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\nBounce to the movies with my homies\nThe title sound good, but the shit was phoney\nDamn cigarettes won't let me breathe\nNiggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\nThe lights flash on, quick as fuck\nSomebody in the bathroom just got stuck\nIf he makes it, he'll be lucky\nSix inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n25 cops rush the spot\nNow I got one-time on my jock\nStash my shank underneath the seat\nAnd make sure no blood is on my feet\nPunk police wanna take me down\nThey put me on the wall and they shake me down\nNow it's back to the block strapless\nBut I got two mo' in my matress\nOne mo' time I peep the cops\nFuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\nI said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\nDown to the 3rd and got on the telephone\nCalled my bitch, but she showed me no love\nGot on the phone, shot me a cold dove\nShe said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\nBut she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\nI'm goin through it\nYeah\nY'all real niggas know\nYeah muthafucka\nI done been there and back boy\nI could tell you the story from rags to riches\nHow I did time with fags and snitches\nThat's real\nIt's really real\nIt's no drama\nIt's really real\nYeah\nY'all niggas better go to school\nTryina fuck with this nigga here, man\nIt's the real\nYeah\nDick Down\nFreaky D\nBaby Rah\nT-Endo\nMy niggas\nTy-Ty\nDoin that federal shit\nFreak\nFreak, don't worry about nothin, man\nI've been down\nFor oh so long\nStarin at these prison walls\nSame old song","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.05] Real niggas\n[00:09.13] (Let's make this official, baby)\n[00:10.16] Real before rappin\n[00:12.20] Respect before success\n[00:14.29] [ Harm ]\n[00:18.16] I've been down\n[00:20.18] For oh so long\n[00:23.29] Starin at these prison walls\n[00:27.25] I want you to...\n[00:29.24] Step in my 150s for a minute\n[00:30.14] Step in my shoes\n[00:31.14] Walk in my shoes\n[00:32.24] Yeah\n[00:34.28] Just want you to see things like how I see em\n[00:35.24] You know\n[00:36.31] This's for all my niggas out there\n[00:38.47] Check it out\n[00:40.32] Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\n[00:42.32] C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\n[00:45.34] Punk police cowboy from Texas\n[00:47.46] Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast\n[00:50.47] It's 5: 15, he must be psycho\n[00:51.49] Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\n[00:55.58] I cussed him out, he gave me distance\n[00:58.62] And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\n[01:00.72] Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\n[01:04.08] Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\n[01:07.08] Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\n[01:09.01] My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\n[01:12.20] See the lt. for the disposition\n[01:15.27] 28 days commissary restriction\n[01:17.23] 2 days later back on the main line\n[01:20.56] Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n[01:22.62] 25 cartons, now I'm straight\n[01:25.75] Keep 17, and the homeboys 8\n[01:27.75] Cop some hop, start back boomin\n[01:31.08] Got em sendin money on the Western Union\n[01:33.17] 2 fat gramms of that china white\n[01:36.36] Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\n[01:38.47] Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\n[01:41.66] And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\n[01:44.62] Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\n[01:46.61] Drinkin pruno, smokin indo\n[01:47.95] Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\n[01:52.24] They lock a nigga down for resistance counts\n[01:55.28] Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\n[01:58.25] Might even do a little masturbatin\n[02:01.19] Trippin off that bitch Dominique\n[02:03.12] I bust one quick while my celly sleep\n[02:06.28] Doors rack open, now it's time for movement\n[02:08.23] Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\n[02:11.38] Bounce to the movies with my homies\n[02:14.26] The title sound good, but the shit was phoney\n[02:16.14] Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe\n[02:19.47] Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\n[02:21.57] The lights flash on, quick as fuck\n[02:24.85] Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck\n[02:27.76] If he makes it, he'll be lucky\n[02:29.86] Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n[02:33.05] 25 cops rush the spot\n[02:36.06] Now I got one-time on my jock\n[02:38.02] Stash my shank underneath the seat\n[02:41.09] And make sure no blood is on my feet\n[02:44.03] Punk police wanna take me down\n[02:46.15] They put me on the wall and they shake me down\n[02:49.14] Now it's back to the block strapless\n[02:51.28] But I got two mo' in my matress\n[02:54.23] One mo' time I peep the cops\n[02:57.32] Fuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\n[02:59.24] I said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\n[03:02.40] Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone\n[03:05.58] Called my bitch, but she showed me no love\n[03:08.47] Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove\n[03:10.42] She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\n[03:12.73] But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\n[03:15.82] I'm goin through it\n[03:17.81] Yeah\n[03:19.89] Y'all real niggas know\n[03:20.81] Yeah muthafucka\n[03:22.93] I done been there and back boy\n[03:26.27] I could tell you the story from rags to riches\n[03:30.25] How I did time with fags and snitches\n[03:32.22] That's real\n[03:35.22] It's really real\n[03:36.28] It's no drama\n[03:39.59] It's really real\n[03:40.50] Yeah\n[03:43.63] Y'all niggas better go to school\n[03:44.66] Tryina fuck with this nigga here, man\n[03:47.86] It's the real\n[03:50.99] Yeah\n[03:52.92] Dick Down\n[03:53.98] Freaky D\n[03:54.98] Baby Rah\n[03:56.06] T-Endo\n[03:56.93] My niggas\n[03:57.93] Ty-Ty\n[03:59.14] Doin that federal shit\n[04:03.37] Freak\n[04:05.35] Freak, don't worry about nothin, man\n[04:07.29] I've been down\n[04:10.28] For oh so long\n[04:11.33] Starin at 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shoes\nWalk in my shoes\nYeah\nJust want you to see things like how I see em\nYou know\nThis's for all my niggas out there\nCheck it out\nBottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\nC.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\nPunk police cowboy from Texas\nTalkin some shit bout servin breakfast\nIt's 5: 15, he must be psycho\nOr just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\nI cussed him out, he gave me distance\nAnd pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\nNow these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\nFive C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\nStraight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\nMy celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\nSee the lt. for the disposition\n28 days commissary restriction\n2 days later back on the main line\nDopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n25 cartons, now I'm straight\nKeep 17, and the homeboys 8\nCop some hop, start back boomin\nGot em sendin money on the Western Union\n2 fat gramms of that china white\nGon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\nGrabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\nAnd 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\nNow I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\nDrinkin pruno, smokin indo\nGrabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\nThey lock a nigga down for resistance counts\nLook at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\nMight even do a little masturbatin\nTrippin off that bitch Dominique\nI bust one quick while my celly sleep\nDoors rack open, now it's time for movement\nGoddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\nBounce to the movies with my homies\nThe title sound good, but the shit was phoney\nDamn cigarettes won't let me breathe\nNiggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\nThe lights flash on, quick as fuck\nSomebody in the bathroom just got stuck\nIf he makes it, he'll be lucky\nSix inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n25 cops rush the spot\nNow I got one-time on my jock\nStash my shank underneath the seat\nAnd make sure no blood is on my feet\nPunk police wanna take me down\nThey put me on the wall and they shake me down\nNow it's back to the 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niggas\n[00:09.13] (Let's make this official, baby)\n[00:10.16] Real before rappin\n[00:12.20] Respect before success\n[00:14.29] [ Harm ]\n[00:18.16] I've been down\n[00:20.18] For oh so long\n[00:23.29] Starin at these prison walls\n[00:27.25] I want you to...\n[00:29.24] Step in my 150s for a minute\n[00:30.14] Step in my shoes\n[00:31.14] Walk in my shoes\n[00:32.24] Yeah\n[00:34.28] Just want you to see things like how I see em\n[00:35.24] You know\n[00:36.31] This's for all my niggas out there\n[00:38.47] Check it out\n[00:40.32] Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\n[00:42.32] C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\n[00:45.34] Punk police cowboy from Texas\n[00:47.46] Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast\n[00:50.47] It's 5: 15, he must be psycho\n[00:51.49] Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\n[00:55.58] I cussed him out, he gave me distance\n[00:58.62] And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\n[01:00.72] Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\n[01:04.08] Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\n[01:07.08] Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\n[01:09.01] My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\n[01:12.20] See the lt. for the disposition\n[01:15.27] 28 days commissary restriction\n[01:17.23] 2 days later back on the main line\n[01:20.56] Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n[01:22.62] 25 cartons, now I'm straight\n[01:25.75] Keep 17, and the homeboys 8\n[01:27.75] Cop some hop, start back boomin\n[01:31.08] Got em sendin money on the Western Union\n[01:33.17] 2 fat gramms of that china white\n[01:36.36] Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\n[01:38.47] Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\n[01:41.66] And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\n[01:44.62] Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\n[01:46.61] Drinkin pruno, smokin indo\n[01:47.95] Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\n[01:52.24] They lock a nigga down for resistance counts\n[01:55.28] Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\n[01:58.25] Might even do a little masturbatin\n[02:01.19] Trippin off that bitch Dominique\n[02:03.12] I bust one quick while my celly sleep\n[02:06.28] Doors rack open, now it's time for movement\n[02:08.23] Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\n[02:11.38] Bounce to the movies with my homies\n[02:14.26] The title sound good, but the shit was phoney\n[02:16.14] Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe\n[02:19.47] Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\n[02:21.57] The lights flash on, quick as fuck\n[02:24.85] Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck\n[02:27.76] If he makes it, he'll be lucky\n[02:29.86] Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n[02:33.05] 25 cops rush the spot\n[02:36.06] Now I got one-time on my jock\n[02:38.02] Stash my shank underneath the seat\n[02:41.09] And make sure no blood is on my feet\n[02:44.03] Punk police wanna take me down\n[02:46.15] They put me on the wall and they shake me down\n[02:49.14] Now it's back to the block strapless\n[02:51.28] But I got two mo' in my matress\n[02:54.23] One mo' time I peep the cops\n[02:57.32] Fuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\n[02:59.24] I said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\n[03:02.40] Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone\n[03:05.58] Called my bitch, but she showed me no love\n[03:08.47] Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove\n[03:10.42] She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\n[03:12.73] But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\n[03:15.82] I'm goin through it\n[03:17.81] Yeah\n[03:19.89] Y'all real niggas know\n[03:20.81] Yeah muthafucka\n[03:22.93] I done been there and back boy\n[03:26.27] I could tell you the story from rags to riches\n[03:30.25] How I did time with fags and snitches\n[03:32.22] That's real\n[03:35.22] It's really real\n[03:36.28] It's no drama\n[03:39.59] It's really real\n[03:40.50] Yeah\n[03:43.63] Y'all niggas better go to school\n[03:44.66] Tryina fuck with this nigga here, man\n[03:47.86] It's the real\n[03:50.99] Yeah\n[03:52.92] Dick Down\n[03:53.98] 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It's 5: 15, he must be psycho\n  Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\n  I cussed him out, he gave me distance\n  And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\n  Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\n  Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\n  Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\n  My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\n  See the lt. for the disposition\n  28 days commissary restriction\n  2 days later back on the main line\n  Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n  25 cartons, now I'm straight\n  Keep 17, and the homeboys 8\n  Cop some hop, start back boomin\n  Got em sendin money on the Western Union\n  2 fat gramms of that china white\n  Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\n  Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\n  And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\n  Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\n  Drinkin pruno, smokin indo\n  Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\n  They lock a nigga down for resistance counts\n  Look at 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later back on the main line\nDopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n25 cartons, now I'm straight\nKeep 17, and the homeboys 8\nCop some hop, start back boomin\nGot em sendin money on the Western Union\n2 fat gramms of that china white\nGon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\nGrabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\nAnd 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\nNow I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\nDrinkin pruno, smokin indo\nGrabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\nThey lock a nigga down for resistance counts\nLook at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\nMight even do a little masturbatin\nTrippin off that bitch Dominique\nI bust one quick while my celly sleep\nDoors rack open, now it's time for movement\nGoddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\nBounce to the movies with my homies\nThe title sound good, but the shit was phoney\nDamn cigarettes won't let me breathe\nNiggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\nThe lights flash on, quick as fuck\nSomebody in the bathroom just got stuck\nIf 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school\nTryina fuck with this nigga here, man\nIt's the real\nYeah\nDick Down\nFreaky D\nBaby Rah\nT-Endo\nMy niggas\nTy-Ty\nDoin that federal shit\nFreak\nFreak, don't worry about nothin, man\nI've been down\nFor oh so long\nStarin at these prison walls\nSame old song","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.05] Real niggas\n[00:09.13] (Let's make this official, baby)\n[00:10.16] Real before rappin\n[00:12.20] Respect before success\n[00:14.29] [ Harm ]\n[00:18.16] I've been down\n[00:20.18] For oh so long\n[00:23.29] Starin at these prison walls\n[00:27.25] I want you to...\n[00:29.24] Step in my 150s for a minute\n[00:30.14] Step in my shoes\n[00:31.14] Walk in my shoes\n[00:32.24] Yeah\n[00:34.28] Just want you to see things like how I see em\n[00:35.24] You know\n[00:36.31] This's for all my niggas out there\n[00:38.47] Check it out\n[00:40.32] Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\n[00:42.32] C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\n[00:45.34] Punk police cowboy from Texas\n[00:47.46] Talkin some shit 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hoops to drink\n[01:44.62] Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\n[01:46.61] Drinkin pruno, smokin indo\n[01:47.95] Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\n[01:52.24] They lock a nigga down for resistance counts\n[01:55.28] Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\n[01:58.25] Might even do a little masturbatin\n[02:01.19] Trippin off that bitch Dominique\n[02:03.12] I bust one quick while my celly sleep\n[02:06.28] Doors rack open, now it's time for movement\n[02:08.23] Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\n[02:11.38] Bounce to the movies with my homies\n[02:14.26] The title sound good, but the shit was phoney\n[02:16.14] Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe\n[02:19.47] Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\n[02:21.57] The lights flash on, quick as fuck\n[02:24.85] Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck\n[02:27.76] If he makes it, he'll be lucky\n[02:29.86] Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n[02:33.05] 25 cops rush the spot\n[02:36.06] Now I got one-time on my 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Step in my shoes\n  Walk in my shoes\n  Yeah\n  Just want you to see things like how I see em\n  You know\n  This's for all my niggas out there\n  Check it out\n  Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\n  C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\n  Punk police cowboy from Texas\n  Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast\n  It's 5: 15, he must be psycho\n  Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\n  I cussed him out, he gave me distance\n  And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\n  Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\n  Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\n  Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\n  My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\n  See the lt. for the disposition\n  28 days commissary restriction\n  2 days later back on the main line\n  Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n  25 cartons, now I'm straight\n  Keep 17, and the homeboys 8\n  Cop some hop, start back boomin\n  Got em sendin money on the Western Union\n  2 fat gramms of that china white\n  Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\n  Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\n  And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\n  Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\n  Drinkin pruno, smokin indo\n  Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\n  They lock a nigga down for resistance counts\n  Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\n  Might even do a little masturbatin\n  Trippin off that bitch Dominique\n  I bust one quick while my celly sleep\n  Doors rack open, now it's time for movement\n  Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\n  Bounce to the movies with my homies\n  The title sound good, but the shit was phoney\n  Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe\n  Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\n  The lights flash on, quick as fuck\n  Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck\n  If he makes it, he'll be lucky\n  Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n  25 cops rush the spot\n  Now I got one-time on my jock\n  Stash my shank underneath the seat\n  And make sure no blood is on 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Doin that federal shit\n  Freak\n  Freak, don't worry about nothin, man\n  I've been down\n  For oh so long\n  Starin at these prison walls\n  Same old song\n"},{"id":15523137,"name":"I've Been Down","trackName":"I've Been Down","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Tha Best Of Mac Dre Disc 2","duration":288.078367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Real niggas\n(Let's make this official, baby)\nReal before rappin\nRespect before success\n[ Harm ]\nI've been down\nFor oh so long\nStarin at these prison walls\nI want you to...\nStep in my 150s for a minute\nStep in my shoes\nWalk in my shoes\nYeah\nJust want you to see things like how I see em\nYou know\nThis's for all my niggas out there\nCheck it out\nBottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\nC.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\nPunk police cowboy from Texas\nTalkin some shit bout servin breakfast\nIt's 5: 15, he must be psycho\nOr just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\nI cussed him out, he gave me distance\nAnd pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\nNow these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\nFive C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\nStraight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\nMy celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\nSee the lt. for the disposition\n28 days commissary restriction\n2 days later back on the main line\nDopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n25 cartons, now I'm straight\nKeep 17, and the homeboys 8\nCop some hop, start back boomin\nGot em sendin money on the Western Union\n2 fat gramms of that china white\nGon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\nGrabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\nAnd 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\nNow I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\nDrinkin pruno, smokin indo\nGrabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\nThey lock a nigga down for resistance counts\nLook at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\nMight even do a little masturbatin\nTrippin off that bitch Dominique\nI bust one quick while my celly sleep\nDoors rack open, now it's time for movement\nGoddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\nBounce to the movies with my homies\nThe title sound good, but the shit was phoney\nDamn cigarettes won't let me breathe\nNiggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\nThe lights flash on, quick as fuck\nSomebody in the bathroom just got stuck\nIf he makes it, he'll be lucky\nSix inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n25 cops rush the spot\nNow I got one-time on my jock\nStash my shank underneath the seat\nAnd make sure no blood is on my feet\nPunk police wanna take me down\nThey put me on the wall and they shake me down\nNow it's back to the block strapless\nBut I got two mo' in my matress\nOne mo' time I peep the cops\nFuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\nI said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\nDown to the 3rd and got on the telephone\nCalled my bitch, but she showed me no love\nGot on the phone, shot me a cold dove\nShe said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\nBut she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\nI'm goin through it\nYeah\nY'all real niggas know\nYeah muthafucka\nI done been there and back boy\nI could tell you the story from rags to riches\nHow I did time with fags and snitches\nThat's real\nIt's really real\nIt's no drama\nIt's really real\nYeah\nY'all niggas better go to school\nTryina fuck with this nigga here, man\nIt's the real\nYeah\nDick Down\nFreaky D\nBaby Rah\nT-Endo\nMy niggas\nTy-Ty\nDoin that federal shit\nFreak\nFreak, don't worry about nothin, man\nI've been down\nFor oh so long\nStarin at these prison walls\nSame old song","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.05] Real niggas\n[00:09.13] (Let's make this official, baby)\n[00:10.16] Real before rappin\n[00:12.20] Respect before success\n[00:14.29] [ Harm ]\n[00:18.16] I've been down\n[00:20.18] For oh so long\n[00:23.29] Starin at these prison walls\n[00:27.25] I want you to...\n[00:29.24] Step in my 150s for a minute\n[00:30.14] Step in my shoes\n[00:31.14] Walk in my shoes\n[00:32.24] Yeah\n[00:34.28] Just want you to see things like how I see em\n[00:35.24] You know\n[00:36.31] This's for all my niggas out there\n[00:38.47] Check it out\n[00:40.32] Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\n[00:42.32] C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\n[00:45.34] Punk police cowboy from Texas\n[00:47.46] Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast\n[00:50.47] It's 5: 15, he must be psycho\n[00:51.49] Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\n[00:55.58] I cussed him out, he gave me distance\n[00:58.62] And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\n[01:00.72] Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\n[01:04.08] Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\n[01:07.08] Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\n[01:09.01] My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\n[01:12.20] See the lt. for the disposition\n[01:15.27] 28 days commissary restriction\n[01:17.23] 2 days later back on the main line\n[01:20.56] Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n[01:22.62] 25 cartons, now I'm straight\n[01:25.75] Keep 17, and the homeboys 8\n[01:27.75] Cop some hop, start back boomin\n[01:31.08] Got em sendin money on the Western Union\n[01:33.17] 2 fat gramms of that china white\n[01:36.36] Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\n[01:38.47] Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\n[01:41.66] And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\n[01:44.62] Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\n[01:46.61] Drinkin pruno, smokin indo\n[01:47.95] Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\n[01:52.24] They lock a nigga down for resistance counts\n[01:55.28] Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\n[01:58.25] Might even do a little masturbatin\n[02:01.19] Trippin off that bitch Dominique\n[02:03.12] I bust one quick while my celly sleep\n[02:06.28] Doors rack open, now it's time for movement\n[02:08.23] Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\n[02:11.38] Bounce to the movies with my homies\n[02:14.26] The title sound good, but the shit was phoney\n[02:16.14] Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe\n[02:19.47] Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\n[02:21.57] The lights flash on, quick as fuck\n[02:24.85] Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck\n[02:27.76] If he makes it, he'll be lucky\n[02:29.86] Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n[02:33.05] 25 cops rush the spot\n[02:36.06] Now I got one-time on my jock\n[02:38.02] Stash my shank underneath the seat\n[02:41.09] And make sure no blood is on my feet\n[02:44.03] Punk police wanna take me down\n[02:46.15] They put me on the wall and they shake me down\n[02:49.14] Now it's back to the block strapless\n[02:51.28] But I got two mo' in my matress\n[02:54.23] One mo' time I peep the cops\n[02:57.32] Fuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\n[02:59.24] I said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\n[03:02.40] Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone\n[03:05.58] Called my bitch, but she showed me no love\n[03:08.47] Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove\n[03:10.42] She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\n[03:12.73] But 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252660\n  end_ms: 253600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253600\nplain: |-\n  Real niggas\n  (Let's make this official, baby)\n  Real before rappin\n  Respect before success\n  [ Harm ]\n  I've been down\n  For oh so long\n  Starin at these prison walls\n  I want you to...\n  Step in my 150s for a minute\n  Step in my shoes\n  Walk in my shoes\n  Yeah\n  Just want you to see things like how I see em\n  You know\n  This's for all my niggas out there\n  Check it out\n  Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\n  C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\n  Punk police cowboy from Texas\n  Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast\n  It's 5: 15, he must be psycho\n  Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\n  I cussed him out, he gave me distance\n  And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\n  Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\n  Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\n  Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\n  My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\n  See the lt. for the 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niggas out there\nCheck it out\nBottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\nC.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\nPunk police cowboy from Texas\nTalkin some shit bout servin breakfast\nIt's 5: 15, he must be psycho\nOr just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\nI cussed him out, he gave me distance\nAnd pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\nNow these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\nFive C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\nStraight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\nMy celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\nSee the lt. for the disposition\n28 days commissary restriction\n2 days later back on the main line\nDopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n25 cartons, now I'm straight\nKeep 17, and the homeboys 8\nCop some hop, start back boomin\nGot em sendin money on the Western Union\n2 fat gramms of that china white\nGon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\nGrabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\nAnd 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\nNow I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\nDrinkin pruno, smokin indo\nGrabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\nThey lock a nigga down for resistance counts\nLook at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\nMight even do a little masturbatin\nTrippin off that bitch Dominique\nI bust one quick while my celly sleep\nDoors rack open, now it's time for movement\nGoddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\nBounce to the movies with my homies\nThe title sound good, but the shit was phoney\nDamn cigarettes won't let me breathe\nNiggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\nThe lights flash on, quick as fuck\nSomebody in the bathroom just got stuck\nIf he makes it, he'll be lucky\nSix inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n25 cops rush the spot\nNow I got one-time on my jock\nStash my shank underneath the seat\nAnd make sure no blood is on my feet\nPunk police wanna take me down\nThey put me on the wall and they shake me down\nNow it's back to the block strapless\nBut I got two mo' in my matress\nOne mo' time I peep the cops\nFuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\nI said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\nDown to the 3rd and got on the telephone\nCalled my bitch, but she showed me no love\nGot on the phone, shot me a cold dove\nShe said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\nBut she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\nI'm goin through it\nYeah\nY'all real niggas know\nYeah muthafucka\nI done been there and back boy\nI could tell you the story from rags to riches\nHow I did time with fags and snitches\nThat's real\nIt's really real\nIt's no drama\nIt's really real\nYeah\nY'all niggas better go to school\nTryina fuck with this nigga here, man\nIt's the real\nYeah\nDick Down\nFreaky D\nBaby Rah\nT-Endo\nMy niggas\nTy-Ty\nDoin that federal shit\nFreak\nFreak, don't worry about nothin, man\nI've been down\nFor oh so long\nStarin at these prison walls\nSame old song","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.05] Real niggas\n[00:09.13] (Let's make this official, baby)\n[00:10.16] Real before rappin\n[00:12.20] Respect before success\n[00:14.29] [ Harm ]\n[00:18.16] I've been down\n[00:20.18] For oh so long\n[00:23.29] Starin at these prison walls\n[00:27.25] I want you to...\n[00:29.24] Step in my 150s for a minute\n[00:30.14] Step in my shoes\n[00:31.14] Walk in my shoes\n[00:32.24] Yeah\n[00:34.28] Just want you to see things like how I see em\n[00:35.24] You know\n[00:36.31] This's for all my niggas out there\n[00:38.47] Check it out\n[00:40.32] Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\n[00:42.32] C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\n[00:45.34] Punk police cowboy from Texas\n[00:47.46] Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast\n[00:50.47] It's 5: 15, he must be psycho\n[00:51.49] Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\n[00:55.58] I cussed him out, he gave me distance\n[00:58.62] And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\n[01:00.72] Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\n[01:04.08] Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\n[01:07.08] Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\n[01:09.01] My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\n[01:12.20] See the lt. for the disposition\n[01:15.27] 28 days commissary restriction\n[01:17.23] 2 days later back on the main line\n[01:20.56] Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n[01:22.62] 25 cartons, now I'm straight\n[01:25.75] Keep 17, and the homeboys 8\n[01:27.75] Cop some hop, start back boomin\n[01:31.08] Got em sendin money on the Western Union\n[01:33.17] 2 fat gramms of that china white\n[01:36.36] Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\n[01:38.47] Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\n[01:41.66] And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\n[01:44.62] Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\n[01:46.61] Drinkin pruno, smokin indo\n[01:47.95] Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\n[01:52.24] They lock a nigga down for resistance counts\n[01:55.28] Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\n[01:58.25] Might even do a little masturbatin\n[02:01.19] Trippin off that bitch Dominique\n[02:03.12] I bust one quick while my celly sleep\n[02:06.28] Doors rack open, now it's time for movement\n[02:08.23] Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\n[02:11.38] Bounce to the movies with my homies\n[02:14.26] The title sound good, but the shit was phoney\n[02:16.14] Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe\n[02:19.47] Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\n[02:21.57] The lights flash on, quick as fuck\n[02:24.85] Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck\n[02:27.76] If he makes it, he'll be lucky\n[02:29.86] Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n[02:33.05] 25 cops rush the spot\n[02:36.06] Now I got one-time on my jock\n[02:38.02] Stash my shank underneath the seat\n[02:41.09] And make sure no blood is on my feet\n[02:44.03] Punk police wanna take me down\n[02:46.15] They put me on the wall and they shake me down\n[02:49.14] Now it's back to the block strapless\n[02:51.28] But I got two mo' in my matress\n[02:54.23] One mo' time I peep the cops\n[02:57.32] Fuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\n[02:59.24] I said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\n[03:02.40] Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone\n[03:05.58] Called my bitch, but she showed me no love\n[03:08.47] Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove\n[03:10.42] She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\n[03:12.73] But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\n[03:15.82] I'm goin through it\n[03:17.81] Yeah\n[03:19.89] Y'all real niggas know\n[03:20.81] Yeah muthafucka\n[03:22.93] I done been there and back boy\n[03:26.27] I could tell you the story from rags to riches\n[03:30.25] How I did time with fags and snitches\n[03:32.22] That's real\n[03:35.22] It's really real\n[03:36.28] It's no drama\n[03:39.59] It's really real\n[03:40.50] Yeah\n[03:43.63] Y'all niggas better go to school\n[03:44.66] Tryina fuck with this nigga here, man\n[03:47.86] It's the real\n[03:50.99] Yeah\n[03:52.92] Dick Down\n[03:53.98] Freaky D\n[03:54.98] Baby Rah\n[03:56.06] T-Endo\n[03:56.93] My niggas\n[03:57.93] Ty-Ty\n[03:59.14] Doin that federal shit\n[04:03.37] Freak\n[04:05.35] Freak, don't worry about nothin, man\n[04:07.29] I've been down\n[04:10.28] For oh so long\n[04:11.33] Starin at these prison walls\n[04:12.66] Same old song\n[04:13.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I've Been Down\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: Rapper Gone Bad\n  duration_ms: 280600\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Real niggas\n  start_ms: 8050\n  end_ms: 9130\n- text: (Let's make this official, baby)\n  start_ms: 9130\n  end_ms: 10160\n- text: Real before rappin\n  start_ms: 10160\n  end_ms: 12200\n- text: Respect before success\n  start_ms: 12200\n  end_ms: 14290\n- text: '[ Harm ]'\n  start_ms: 14290\n  end_ms: 18160\n- text: I've been down\n  start_ms: 18160\n  end_ms: 20180\n- text: For oh so long\n  start_ms: 20180\n  end_ms: 23290\n- text: Starin at these prison walls\n  start_ms: 23290\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: I want you to...\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 29240\n- text: Step in 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Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove\n  She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\n  But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\n  I'm goin through it\n  Yeah\n  Y'all real niggas know\n  Yeah muthafucka\n  I done been there and back boy\n  I could tell you the story from rags to riches\n  How I did time with fags and snitches\n  That's real\n  It's really real\n  It's no drama\n  It's really real\n  Yeah\n  Y'all niggas better go to school\n  Tryina fuck with this nigga here, man\n  It's the real\n  Yeah\n  Dick Down\n  Freaky D\n  Baby Rah\n  T-Endo\n  My niggas\n  Ty-Ty\n  Doin that federal shit\n  Freak\n  Freak, don't worry about nothin, man\n  I've been down\n  For oh so long\n  Starin at these prison walls\n  Same old song\n"},{"id":6074486,"name":"I've Been Down (feat. Harm)","trackName":"I've Been Down (feat. Harm)","artistName":"Mac Dre","albumName":"Rapper Gone Bad","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Real niggas\n(Let's make this official, baby)\nReal before rappin\nRespect before success\n\nI've been down\nFor oh so long\nStarin at these prison walls\n\nI want you to...\nStep in my 150s for a minute\nStep in my shoes\nWalk in my shoes\nYeah\nJust want you to see things like how I see em\nYou know\nThis's for all my niggas out there\nCheck it out\n\nBottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\nC.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\nPunk police cowboy from Texas\nTalkin some shit bout servin breakfast\nIt's 5: 15, he must be psycho\nOr just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\nI cussed him out, he gave me distance\nAnd pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\nNow these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\nFive C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\nStraight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\nMy celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\nSee the lt. for the disposition\n28 days commissary restriction\n2 days later back on the main line\nDopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n25 cartons, now I'm straight\nKeep 17, and the homeboys 8\nCop some hop, start back boomin\nGot em sendin money on the Western Union\n2 fat gramms of that china white\nGon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\nGrabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\nAnd 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\nNow I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\nDrinkin pruno, smokin indo\nGrabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\nThey lock a nigga down for resistance counts\nLook at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\nMight even do a little masturbatin\nTrippin off that bitch Dominique\nI bust one quick while my celly sleep\nDoors rack open, now it's time for movement\nGoddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\nBounce to the movies with my homies\nThe title sound good, but the shit was phoney\nDamn cigarettes won't let me breathe\nNiggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\nThe lights flash on, quick as fuck\nSomebody in the bathroom just got stuck\nIf he makes it, he'll be lucky\nSix inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n25 cops rush the spot\nNow I got one-time on my jock\nStash my shank underneath the seat\nAnd make sure no blood is on my feet\nPunk police wanna take me down\nThey put me on the wall and they shake me down\nNow it's back to the block strapless\nBut I got two mo' in my matress\nOne mo' time I peep the cops\nFuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\nI said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\nDown to the 3rd and got on the telephone\nCalled my bitch, but she showed me no love\nGot on the phone, shot me a cold dove\nShe said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\nBut she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\nI'm goin through it\n\nYeah\nY'all real niggas know\n\nYeah muthafucka\nI done been there and back boy\nI could tell you the story from rags to riches\nHow I did time with fags and snitches\nThat's real\nIt's really real\nIt's no drama\nIt's really real\nYeah\nY'all niggas better go to school\nTryina fuck with this nigga here, man\nIt's the real\nYeah\nDick Down\nFreaky D\nBaby Rah\nT-Endo\nMy niggas\nTy-Ty\nDoin that federal shit\n\nFreak\nFreak, don't worry about nothin, man\n\nI've been down\nFor oh so long\nStarin at these prison walls\nSame old song","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I've Been Down (feat. Harm)\n  artist: Mac Dre\n  album: Rapper Gone Bad\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Real niggas\n  (Let's make this official, baby)\n  Real before rappin\n  Respect before success\n\n  I've been down\n  For oh so long\n  Starin at these prison walls\n\n  I want you to...\n  Step in my 150s for a minute\n  Step in my shoes\n  Walk in my shoes\n  Yeah\n  Just want you to see things like how I see em\n  You know\n  This's for all my niggas out there\n  Check it out\n\n  Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\n  C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\n  Punk police cowboy from Texas\n  Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast\n  It's 5: 15, he must be psycho\n  Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\n  I cussed him out, he gave me distance\n  And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\n  Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\n  Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\n  Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\n  My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\n  See the lt. for the disposition\n  28 days commissary restriction\n  2 days later back on the main line\n  Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n  25 cartons, now I'm straight\n  Keep 17, and the homeboys 8\n  Cop some hop, start back boomin\n  Got em sendin money on the Western Union\n  2 fat gramms of that china white\n  Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\n  Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\n  And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\n  Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\n  Drinkin pruno, smokin indo\n  Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\n  They lock a nigga down for resistance counts\n  Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\n  Might even do a little masturbatin\n  Trippin off that bitch Dominique\n  I bust one quick while my celly sleep\n  Doors rack open, now it's time for movement\n  Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\n  Bounce to the movies with my homies\n  The title sound good, but the shit was phoney\n  Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe\n  Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\n  The lights flash on, quick as fuck\n  Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck\n  If he makes it, he'll be lucky\n  Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n  25 cops rush the spot\n  Now I got one-time on my jock\n  Stash my shank underneath the seat\n  And make sure no blood is on my feet\n  Punk police wanna take me down\n  They put me on the wall and they shake me down\n  Now it's back to the block strapless\n  But I got two mo' in my matress\n  One mo' time I peep the cops\n  Fuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\n  I said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\n  Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone\n  Called my bitch, but she showed me no love\n  Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove\n  She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\n  But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\n  I'm goin through it\n\n  Yeah\n  Y'all real niggas know\n\n  Yeah muthafucka\n  I done been there and back boy\n  I could tell you the story from rags to riches\n  How I did time with fags and snitches\n  That's real\n  It's really real\n  It's no drama\n  It's really real\n  Yeah\n  Y'all niggas better go to school\n  Tryina fuck with this nigga here, man\n  It's the real\n  Yeah\n  Dick Down\n  Freaky D\n  Baby Rah\n  T-Endo\n  My niggas\n  Ty-Ty\n  Doin that federal shit\n\n  Freak\n  Freak, don't worry about nothin, man\n\n  I've been down\n  For oh so long\n  Starin at these prison walls\n  Same old song\n"},{"id":6074485,"name":"I've Been Down","trackName":"I've Been Down","artistName":"Mac Dre feat. Harm","albumName":"Rapper Gone Bad","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Real niggas\n(Let's make this official, baby)\nReal before rappin\nRespect before success\n\nI've been down\nFor oh so long\nStarin at these prison walls\n\nI want you to...\nStep in my 150s for a minute\nStep in my shoes\nWalk in my shoes\nYeah\nJust want you to see things like how I see em\nYou know\nThis's for all my niggas out there\nCheck it out\n\nBottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\nC.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\nPunk police cowboy from Texas\nTalkin some shit bout servin breakfast\nIt's 5: 15, he must be psycho\nOr just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\nI cussed him out, he gave me distance\nAnd pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\nNow these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\nFive C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\nStraight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\nMy celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\nSee the lt. for the disposition\n28 days commissary restriction\n2 days later back on the main line\nDopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n25 cartons, now I'm straight\nKeep 17, and the homeboys 8\nCop some hop, start back boomin\nGot em sendin money on the Western Union\n2 fat gramms of that china white\nGon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\nGrabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\nAnd 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\nNow I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\nDrinkin pruno, smokin indo\nGrabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\nThey lock a nigga down for resistance counts\nLook at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\nMight even do a little masturbatin\nTrippin off that bitch Dominique\nI bust one quick while my celly sleep\nDoors rack open, now it's time for movement\nGoddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\nBounce to the movies with my homies\nThe title sound good, but the shit was phoney\nDamn cigarettes won't let me breathe\nNiggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\nThe lights flash on, quick as fuck\nSomebody in the bathroom just got stuck\nIf he makes it, he'll be lucky\nSix inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n25 cops rush the spot\nNow I got one-time on my jock\nStash my shank underneath the seat\nAnd make sure no blood is on my feet\nPunk police wanna take me down\nThey put me on the wall and they shake me down\nNow it's back to the block strapless\nBut I got two mo' in my matress\nOne mo' time I peep the cops\nFuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\nI said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\nDown to the 3rd and got on the telephone\nCalled my bitch, but she showed me no love\nGot on the phone, shot me a cold dove\nShe said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\nBut she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\nI'm goin through it\n\nYeah\nY'all real niggas know\n\nYeah muthafucka\nI done been there and back boy\nI could tell you the story from rags to riches\nHow I did time with fags and snitches\nThat's real\nIt's really real\nIt's no drama\nIt's really real\nYeah\nY'all niggas better go to school\nTryina fuck with this nigga here, man\nIt's the real\nYeah\nDick Down\nFreaky D\nBaby Rah\nT-Endo\nMy niggas\nTy-Ty\nDoin that federal shit\n\nFreak\nFreak, don't worry about nothin, man\n\nI've been down\nFor oh so long\nStarin at these prison walls\nSame old song","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I've Been Down\n  artist: Mac Dre feat. Harm\n  album: Rapper Gone Bad\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Real niggas\n  (Let's make this official, baby)\n  Real before rappin\n  Respect before success\n\n  I've been down\n  For oh so long\n  Starin at these prison walls\n\n  I want you to...\n  Step in my 150s for a minute\n  Step in my shoes\n  Walk in my shoes\n  Yeah\n  Just want you to see things like how I see em\n  You know\n  This's for all my niggas out there\n  Check it out\n\n  Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell\n  C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell\n  Punk police cowboy from Texas\n  Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast\n  It's 5: 15, he must be psycho\n  Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go\n  I cussed him out, he gave me distance\n  And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance\n  Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way\n  Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre\n  Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang\n  My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang\n  See the lt. for the disposition\n  28 days commissary restriction\n  2 days later back on the main line\n  Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine\n  25 cartons, now I'm straight\n  Keep 17, and the homeboys 8\n  Cop some hop, start back boomin\n  Got em sendin money on the Western Union\n  2 fat gramms of that china white\n  Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight\n  Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank\n  And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink\n  Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window\n  Drinkin pruno, smokin indo\n  Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce\n  They lock a nigga down for resistance counts\n  Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin\n  Might even do a little masturbatin\n  Trippin off that bitch Dominique\n  I bust one quick while my celly sleep\n  Doors rack open, now it's time for movement\n  Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent\n  Bounce to the movies with my homies\n  The title sound good, but the shit was phoney\n  Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe\n  Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave\n  The lights flash on, quick as fuck\n  Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck\n  If he makes it, he'll be lucky\n  Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry\n  25 cops rush the spot\n  Now I got one-time on my jock\n  Stash my shank underneath the seat\n  And make sure no blood is on my feet\n  Punk police wanna take me down\n  They put me on the wall and they shake me down\n  Now it's back to the block strapless\n  But I got two mo' in my matress\n  One mo' time I peep the cops\n  Fuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts\n  I said, \"Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone\"\n  Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone\n  Called my bitch, but she showed me no love\n  Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove\n  She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat\n  But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat\n  I'm goin through it\n\n  Yeah\n  Y'all real niggas know\n\n  Yeah muthafucka\n  I done been there and back boy\n  I could tell you the story from rags to riches\n  How I did time with fags and snitches\n  That's real\n  It's really real\n  It's no drama\n  It's really real\n  Yeah\n  Y'all niggas better go to school\n  Tryina fuck with this nigga here, man\n  It's the real\n  Yeah\n  Dick Down\n  Freaky D\n  Baby Rah\n  T-Endo\n  My niggas\n  Ty-Ty\n  Doin that federal shit\n\n  Freak\n  Freak, don't worry about nothin, man\n\n  I've been down\n  For oh so long\n  Starin at these prison walls\n  Same old song\n"}]