[{"id":3731178,"name":"Ghetto D","trackName":"Ghetto D","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Masta P\nImagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes\nThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\nFor all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\nMa ma ma ma make crack like this\n\nMasta P\nGhetto Dope No Limit Records\n(Ma ma ma make crack like this)\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\nThank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n(Beat starts)\n\nC Murder\nLet me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\nNeighborhood dope man\nI mean real niggas\nThata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\nC Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten\nAin't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nNever cook yo dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\nMake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powda is crack.\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\nSilkk\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nMasta P\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga\nFront you no dizos\nStart from the ground\nWork yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killas on yo team\nKeep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors\nShow mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope\nWithout weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight\nTreat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n.\nFade Out.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.06] (Make crack like this) imagine substitutin'\n[00:06.50] Crack (make crack like this)\n[00:08.79] For music (make crack like this)\n[00:10.05] I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it\n[00:12.48] (There it is right there)\n[00:12.59] For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers\n[00:16.25] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[00:18.24] Ghetto dope, no Limit Records\n[00:20.34] Part of the Tobacco Firearms (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[00:22.34] And Freedom of Speech Committee (thank you dope fiends for your support)\n[00:25.84] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[00:28.28] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[00:30.54] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack, ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack\n[00:33.02] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[00:35.77] Let me give a shoutout to the D-boys (drug dealers)\n[00:38.22] Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas\n[00:40.92] That'll make a dollar out of 15 cents\n[00:43.44] Ain't got a job, but a rock can pay the rent\n[00:45.86] Professional crackslanger, I serve fiends\n[00:47.87] I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n[00:50.29] But nowadays (what?), I be too smart for the task\n[00:52.78] C-Murder, been known to keep the rocks up in a Skittles bag\n[00:55.42] Waitin' on a kilo, they ate, I'm straight, you dig?\n[00:57.92] What you need, ten? Ain't no fuckin' order too big\n[01:00.78] And makin' crack like this is the song\n[01:02.78] You won't be getting your money if your shit be cooked wrong (blue)\n[01:05.40] Overcook your dope, it might come out brown\n[01:07.30] Then fiends gon' run your ass clean outta town (get up, get up)\n[01:09.86] But fuck that, I'm 'bout to put my soldiers in the game (and what?)\n[01:12.53] And tell you how to make crack from cocaine\n[01:15.16] One, look for the nigga with the whitest snow\n[01:17.42] Two, no buying from no nigga that you don't know\n[01:20.55] Make your way to the kitchen where the stove be\n[01:22.95] You get the baking soda, I got the D\n[01:25.28] And get the triple beam and measure up your dope\n[01:27.37] Mix one gram of soda, every seven grams of coke\n[01:29.76] And shake it up until it bubble up and get harder\n[01:32.47] Then sit the tube in some ready-made cold water\n[01:35.06] Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot (what?)\n[01:37.52] And watch that shit rock and rise to the fuckin' top (damn)\n[01:40.01] And now your cocaine powder is crack (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[01:42.35] Nigga, I hope you're strapped, 'cause you might get jacked\n[01:44.94] Ghett-ghett-ghett-ghetto dope\n[01:47.28] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this (ghett-ghetto dope)\n[01:49.65] Ghett-ghett-ghett-ghetto dope\n[01:51.69] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[01:53.42] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[01:55.98] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[01:57.93] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[02:00.28] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[02:01.55] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[02:02.63] Ghett-ghetto dope\n[02:04.07] My phone rang, I picked it up (I need some weight)\n[02:06.67] What you need? (Silkk, 'bout a couple of cakes)\n[02:08.65] I had it all into powder, but it ain't no thang\n[02:11.36] Gimme a couple of hours, I'll have it all into 'caine\n[02:13.46] Trust nobody but my gun and God, ask Mac and Kane and Abel\n[02:16.15] Probably catch me choppin' D, choppin' ki's up on my mom table\n[02:18.97] I got a big order for some coke, I called some hoes up\n[02:21.63] I want y'all butt naked while you're cookin' up my dope\n[02:24.09] I told y'all, we some Tru G's\n[02:25.33] See me and P and C in Expeditions with Uzis\n[02:28.15] Breakin' down two ki's, baby, that's 24 O-Z's a piece\n[02:30.84] 'Cause see if it ain't about money, then it ain't about me\n[02:33.28] Hella mail from sales, hella yayo for scales (uh)\n[02:35.73] Come up short on my money, I'm jumpin' your ass like bail\n[02:38.12] First of all, you gotta have nuts, don't give a fuck (I don't)\n[02:40.54] See, when I bust, niggas duck, 'cause they know if I miss, it ain't by much\n[02:43.41] Then get you a Glock that hold you 17\n[02:45.38] A couple dope fiends, some OZ's, the triple beam (uh)\n[02:48.17] And then, playa, hit your block\n[02:50.02] And tell the biggest nigga to raise up off the spot or get-got\n[02:53.23] I'm Rowdy (Rowdy), that's why I act like this\n[02:54.72] But I'm ridin' rims on gold Ds (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[02:56.41] 'Cause I sold crack like this (ghett-ghetto dope)\n[02:57.29] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[02:59.81] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:01.73] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:04.27] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:05.55] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:07.32] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:09.62] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:12.28] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:14.09] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[03:15.50] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:16.83] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:18.86] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:22.36] Nigga, nigga never let a nigga front you no dizzope\n[03:25.59] Start from a gram, work your way up a kilo\n[03:27.82] Get some killers on your team\n[03:30.08] Keep one up in the chamber for the jackers and the dope fiends\n[03:32.78] Fools come short, get rowdy (ah)\n[03:34.66] Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that you 'bout it, 'bout it\n[03:37.73] Break ki's down to OZ\n[03:39.93] Never buy dope without weighin' it on a triple beam\n[03:42.74] Fuck soda, use B-12\n[03:44.37] Keep a stash for the droughts and take other niggas clientele\n[03:47.65] Check the mayonnaise jar for residue\n[03:49.99] 'Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n[03:52.38] One, never talk on the phone in your house\n[03:55.33] Two, never slang dope out your baby mama's house\n[03:58.06] Three, never fuck with snitches\n[03:59.50] 'Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n[04:02.37] Four, keep it low-key\n[04:04.48] And if you're movin' weight, treat yourself to an Uzi\n[04:07.11] The first hit for free (damn)\n[04:09.47] But the next time you beep me, you better have 20G\n[04:12.30] Five, never pay\n[04:14.35] Pimp hoes for the pussy, that's the American way\n[04:17.64] Clean up your dirty money to good money\n[04:19.65] 'Cause legal money last longer than drug money\n[04:22.07] (Make crack like this)\n[04:23.87] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[04:26.74] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[04:28.27] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[04:31.47] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[04:37.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Make crack like this) imagine substitutin'\n  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Never buy dope without weighin' it on a triple beam\n  start_ms: 219930\n  end_ms: 222740\n- text: Fuck soda, use B-12\n  start_ms: 222740\n  end_ms: 224370\n- text: Keep a stash for the droughts and take other niggas clientele\n  start_ms: 224370\n  end_ms: 227650\n- text: Check the mayonnaise jar for residue\n  start_ms: 227650\n  end_ms: 229990\n- text: '''Cause every fiend you miss want three or two'\n  start_ms: 229990\n  end_ms: 232380\n- text: One, never talk on the phone in your house\n  start_ms: 232380\n  end_ms: 235330\n- text: Two, never slang dope out your baby mama's house\n  start_ms: 235330\n  end_ms: 238060\n- text: Three, never fuck with snitches\n  start_ms: 238060\n  end_ms: 239500\n- text: '''Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches'\n  start_ms: 239500\n  end_ms: 242370\n- text: Four, keep it low-key\n  start_ms: 242370\n  end_ms: 244480\n- text: And if you're movin' weight, treat yourself to an Uzi\n  start_ms: 244480\n  end_ms: 247110\n- text: The first hit for free (damn)\n  start_ms: 247110\n  end_ms: 249470\n- text: But the next time you beep me, you better have 20G\n  start_ms: 249470\n  end_ms: 252300\n- text: Five, never pay\n  start_ms: 252300\n  end_ms: 254350\n- text: Pimp hoes for the pussy, that's the American way\n  start_ms: 254350\n  end_ms: 257640\n- text: Clean up your dirty money to good money\n  start_ms: 257640\n  end_ms: 259650\n- text: '''Cause legal money last longer than drug money'\n  start_ms: 259650\n  end_ms: 262070\n- text: (Make crack like this)\n  start_ms: 262070\n  end_ms: 263870\n- text: (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n  start_ms: 263870\n  end_ms: 266740\n- text: (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n  start_ms: 266740\n  end_ms: 268270\n- text: (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n  start_ms: 268270\n  end_ms: 271470\n- text: (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n  start_ms: 271470\n  end_ms: 277280\nplain: |-\n  Masta P\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes\n  This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\n  For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\n  Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n  Ghetto Dope No Limit Records\n  (Ma ma ma make crack like this)\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n  (Beat starts)\n\n  C Murder\n  Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\n  Neighborhood dope man\n  I mean real niggas\n  Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\n  C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten\n  Ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Never cook yo dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\n  Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powda is crack.\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\n  Silkk\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga\n  Front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground\n  Work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killas on yo team\n  Keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors\n  Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope\n  Without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight\n  Treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n  .\n  Fade Out.\n"},{"id":19028085,"name":"Ghetto D","trackName":"Ghetto D","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":279.521814,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Masta P\nImagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes\nThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\nFor all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\nMa ma ma ma make crack like this\n\nMasta P\nGhetto Dope No Limit Records\n(Ma ma ma make crack like this)\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\nThank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n(Beat starts)\n\nC Murder\nLet me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\nNeighborhood dope man\nI mean real niggas\nThata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\nC Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten\nAin't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nNever cook yo dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\nMake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powda is crack.\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\nSilkk\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nMasta P\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga\nFront you no dizos\nStart from the ground\nWork yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killas on yo team\nKeep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors\nShow mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope\nWithout weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight\nTreat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n.\nFade Out.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 279522\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Masta P\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes\n  This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\n  For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\n  Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n  Ghetto Dope No Limit Records\n  (Ma ma ma make crack like this)\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n  (Beat starts)\n\n  C Murder\n  Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\n  Neighborhood dope man\n  I mean real niggas\n  Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\n  C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten\n  Ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Never cook yo dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\n  Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powda is crack.\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\n  Silkk\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga\n  Front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground\n  Work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killas on yo team\n  Keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors\n  Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope\n  Without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight\n  Treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n  .\n  Fade Out.\n"},{"id":37214642,"name":"Ghetto D","trackName":"Ghetto D","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":409.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Masta P\nImagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes\nThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\nFor all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\nMa ma ma ma make crack like this\n\nMasta P\nGhetto Dope No Limit Records\n(Ma ma ma make crack like this)\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\nThank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n(Beat starts)\n\nC Murder\nLet me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\nNeighborhood dope man\nI mean real niggas\nThata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\nC Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten\nAin't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nNever cook yo dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\nMake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powda is crack.\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\nSilkk\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nMasta P\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga\nFront you no dizos\nStart from the ground\nWork yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killas on yo team\nKeep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors\nShow mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope\nWithout weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight\nTreat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n.\nFade Out.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 409000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Masta P\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes\n  This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\n  For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\n  Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n  Ghetto Dope No Limit Records\n  (Ma ma ma make crack like this)\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n  (Beat starts)\n\n  C Murder\n  Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\n  Neighborhood dope man\n  I mean real niggas\n  Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\n  C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten\n  Ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Never cook yo dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\n  Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powda is crack.\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\n  Silkk\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga\n  Front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground\n  Work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killas on yo team\n  Keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors\n  Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope\n  Without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight\n  Treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n  .\n  Fade Out.\n"},{"id":26399212,"name":"Ghetto D","trackName":"Ghetto D","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":334.104,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Masta P\nImagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes\nThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\nFor all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\nMa ma ma ma make crack like this\n\nMasta P\nGhetto Dope No Limit Records\n(Ma ma ma make crack like this)\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\nThank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n(Beat starts)\n\nC Murder\nLet me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\nNeighborhood dope man\nI mean real niggas\nThata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\nC Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten\nAin't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nNever cook yo dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\nMake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powda is crack.\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\nSilkk\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nMasta P\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga\nFront you no dizos\nStart from the ground\nWork yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killas on yo team\nKeep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors\nShow mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope\nWithout weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight\nTreat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n.\nFade Out.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 334104\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Masta P\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes\n  This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\n  For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\n  Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n  Ghetto Dope No Limit Records\n  (Ma ma ma make crack like this)\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n  (Beat starts)\n\n  C Murder\n  Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\n  Neighborhood dope man\n  I mean real niggas\n  Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\n  C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten\n  Ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Never cook yo dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\n  Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powda is crack.\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\n  Silkk\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga\n  Front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground\n  Work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killas on yo team\n  Keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors\n  Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope\n  Without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight\n  Treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n  .\n  Fade Out.\n"},{"id":11620269,"name":"Ghetto D","trackName":"Ghetto D","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D 10th Anniversary","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Featuring see Murder  Silkk The Shocker]\nWater bubbling\nVoice in background repeating \"make crack like this\"\nMasta P\nImagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes\nThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\nFor all you playas  hustlaz  ballas and even you smokas\nMa ma ma ma make crack like this\nMasta P\nGhetto Dope No Limit Records\n(Ma ma ma make crack like this)\nPart of the Tobacco  Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\nThank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n(Beat starts)\nsee Murder\nLet me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\nNeighborhood dope man\nI mean real niggas\nThata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\nsee Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten\nAin't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nNever cook yo dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\n1. Look for the nigga wit the whitest snow\n2. No buying from no nigga that you don't know\nmake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it bubble up an get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powda is crack.\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\nSilkk\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and see\nSee expeditions with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nNigga's duck when I bust\n'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\nChorus\nMasta P\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga\nFront you no dizos\nStart from the ground\nWork yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killas on yo team\nKeep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors\nShow mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope\nWithout weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use be\t-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\n1. Never talk on the phone in ya house\n2. Never slang dope out ya baby momma's house\n3. Never fuck with snitches\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n4. Keep a low key\nAnd if you movin weight\nTreat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\n5. Never pay\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money.\nChorus.\nFade Out.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D 10th Anniversary\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: \"[Featuring see Murder  Silkk The Shocker]\\nWater bubbling\\nVoice in background repeating \\\"make crack like this\\\"\\nMasta P\\nImagine substitutin crack for music\\nI mean dope tapes\\nThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\\nFor all you playas  hustlaz  ballas and even you smokas\\nMa ma ma ma make crack like this\\nMasta P\\nGhetto Dope No Limit Records\\n(Ma ma ma make crack like this)\\nPart of the Tobacco  Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\\nThank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\\n(Beat starts)\\nsee Murder\\nLet me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\\nNeighborhood dope man\\nI mean real niggas\\nThata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\\nsee Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\\nWhat you need ten\\nAin't no fuckin order too big\\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\\nNever cook yo dope it might come out brown\\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\\n1. Look for the nigga wit the whitest snow\\n2. No buying from no nigga that you don't know\\nmake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\\nAn shake it up until it bubble up an get harder\\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\\nNow ya cocaine powda is crack.\\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\\nSilkk\\nMy phone rang I picked it up\\n(Need some weight)\\nWhat you need\\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\\nI got a big order for some coke\\nI called some hoes up\\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\\nSee me and P and see\\nSee expeditions with uzi's\\nChoppin up two ki's\\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\\nCause see if it ain't about money\\nThen it ain't about me\\nHella mail from sales\\nHella yeah for scales\\nCome up short\\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\\nDon't give a fuck\\nNigga's duck when I bust\\n'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much\\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\\nA coupla dope fiends\\nSome oz's\\nA triple beam\\nAnd then playa hit yo block\\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\\nThat's why I acts like this\\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\\nI made crack like this\\nChorus\\nMasta P\\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga\\nFront you no dizos\\nStart from the ground\\nWork yo way up to a kilo\\nGet some killas on yo team\\nKeep one up in the chamber\\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\\nFools come short get rowdy\\nKick down doors\\nShow mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\\nBreak ki's down to oz's\\nNever buy any dope\\nWithout weighin it on the triple beam\\nFuck soda use be\\t-12\\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\\nCheck the man made junk for residue\\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\\n1. Never talk on the phone in ya house\\n2. Never slang dope out ya baby momma's house\\n3. Never fuck with snitches\\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\\n4. Keep a low key\\nAnd if you movin weight\\nTreat yo'self to an uzi\\nThe first hit for free (damn)\\nBut the next time you see me\\nYou betta have twenty G\\n5. Never pay\\nPimp hoes for the pussy\\nThat's the 'Merican way\\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\\nCause legal money last longer than drug money.\\nChorus.\\nFade Out.\"\n"},{"id":4766227,"name":"Ghetto D","trackName":"Ghetto D","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D (10th anniversary edition)","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Masta P\nImagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes\nThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\nFor all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\nMa ma ma ma make crack like this\n\nMasta P\nGhetto Dope No Limit Records\n(Ma ma ma make crack like this)\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\nThank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n(Beat starts)\n\nC Murder\nLet me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\nNeighborhood dope man\nI mean real niggas\nThata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\nC Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten\nAin't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nNever cook yo dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\nMake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powda is crack.\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\nSilkk\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nMasta P\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga\nFront you no dizos\nStart from the ground\nWork yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killas on yo team\nKeep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors\nShow mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope\nWithout weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight\nTreat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n.\nFade Out.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D (10th anniversary edition)\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Masta P\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes\n  This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\n  For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\n  Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n  Ghetto Dope No Limit Records\n  (Ma ma ma make crack like this)\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n  (Beat starts)\n\n  C Murder\n  Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\n  Neighborhood dope man\n  I mean real niggas\n  Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\n  C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten\n  Ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Never cook yo dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\n  Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powda is crack.\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\n  Silkk\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga\n  Front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground\n  Work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killas on yo team\n  Keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors\n  Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope\n  Without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight\n  Treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n  .\n  Fade Out.\n"},{"id":3731177,"name":"Ghetto D (Remastered)","trackName":"Ghetto D (Remastered)","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D 10th Anniversary","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Masta P\nImagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes\nThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\nFor all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\nMa ma ma ma make crack like this\n\nMasta P\nGhetto Dope No Limit Records\n(Ma ma ma make crack like this)\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\nThank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n(Beat starts)\n\nC Murder\nLet me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\nNeighborhood dope man\nI mean real niggas\nThata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\nC Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten\nAin't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nNever cook yo dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\nMake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powda is crack.\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\nSilkk\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nMasta P\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga\nFront you no dizos\nStart from the ground\nWork yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killas on yo team\nKeep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors\nShow mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope\nWithout weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight\nTreat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n.\nFade Out.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D (Remastered)\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D 10th Anniversary\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Masta P\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes\n  This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\n  For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\n  Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n  Ghetto Dope No Limit Records\n  (Ma ma ma make crack like this)\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n  (Beat starts)\n\n  C Murder\n  Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\n  Neighborhood dope man\n  I mean real niggas\n  Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\n  C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten\n  Ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Never cook yo dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\n  Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powda is crack.\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\n  Silkk\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga\n  Front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground\n  Work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killas on yo team\n  Keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors\n  Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope\n  Without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight\n  Treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n  .\n  Fade Out.\n"},{"id":15509579,"name":"Ghetto D","trackName":"Ghetto D","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D (10th Anniversary Edition / Deluxe)","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Masta P\nImagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes\nThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\nFor all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\nMa ma ma ma make crack like this\n\nMasta P\nGhetto Dope No Limit Records\n(Ma ma ma make crack like this)\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\nThank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n(Beat starts)\n\nC Murder\nLet me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\nNeighborhood dope man\nI mean real niggas\nThata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\nC Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten\nAin't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nNever cook yo dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\nmake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powda is crack.\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\nSilkk\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nMasta P\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga\nFront you no dizos\nStart from the ground\nWork yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killas on yo team\nKeep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors\nShow mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope\nWithout weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight\nTreat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n.\nFade Out.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D (10th Anniversary Edition / Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Masta P\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes\n  This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\n  For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\n  Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n  Ghetto Dope No Limit Records\n  (Ma ma ma make crack like this)\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n  (Beat starts)\n\n  C Murder\n  Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\n  Neighborhood dope man\n  I mean real niggas\n  Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\n  C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten\n  Ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Never cook yo dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\n  make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powda is crack.\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\n  Silkk\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga\n  Front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground\n  Work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killas on yo team\n  Keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors\n  Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope\n  Without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight\n  Treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n  .\n  Fade Out.\n"},{"id":16746745,"name":"Ghetto D feat. C-Murder & The Shocker","trackName":"Ghetto D feat. C-Murder & The Shocker","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":277.493333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Imagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it\n(There it is right there)\nFor all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers\n\n(\"Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n\nGhetto Dope, No Limit Records\n(\"Ma ma ma make crack like this\")\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee\nThank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha\n\nLet me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss)\nNeighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas\nthat'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the task\nC-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nOvercook yo' dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine\nOne - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow\nTwo - no buying from no nigga that you don't know\nMake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powder is crack\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope\n\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C?? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos\nStart from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D feat. C-Murder & The Shocker\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 277493\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it\n  (There it is right there)\n  For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers\n\n  (\"Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n\n  Ghetto Dope, No Limit Records\n  (\"Ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha\n\n  Let me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss)\n  Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas\n  that'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the task\n  C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine\n  One - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow\n  Two - no buying from no nigga that you don't know\n  Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powder is crack\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope\n\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C?? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money\n"},{"id":10494508,"name":"Ghetto D","trackName":"Ghetto D","artistName":"C‐Murder, Master P & Silkk the Shocker","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Imagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it\n(There it is right there)\nFor all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers\n\n(\"Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n\nGhetto Dope, No Limit Records\n(\"Ma ma ma make crack like this\")\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee\nThank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha\n\nLet me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss)\nNeighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas\nthat'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the task\nC-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nOvercook yo' dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine\nOne - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow\nTwo - no buying from no nigga that you don't know\nMake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powder is crack\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope\n\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C?? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos\nStart from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D\n  artist: C‐Murder, Master P & Silkk the Shocker\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it\n  (There it is right there)\n  For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers\n\n  (\"Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n\n  Ghetto Dope, No Limit Records\n  (\"Ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha\n\n  Let me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss)\n  Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas\n  that'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the task\n  C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine\n  One - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow\n  Two - no buying from no nigga that you don't know\n  Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powder is crack\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope\n\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C?? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money\n"},{"id":12472210,"name":"Ghetto D","trackName":"Ghetto D","artistName":"Master P, Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Imagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it\n(There it is right there)\nFor all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers\n\n(\"Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n\nGhetto Dope, No Limit Records\n(\"Ma ma ma make crack like this\")\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee\nThank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha\n\nLet me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss)\nNeighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas\nthat'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the task\nC-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nOvercook yo' dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine\nOne - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow\nTwo - no buying from no nigga that you don't know\nMake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powder is crack\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope\n\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C\n?? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos\nStart from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D\n  artist: Master P, Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it\n  (There it is right there)\n  For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers\n\n  (\"Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n\n  Ghetto Dope, No Limit Records\n  (\"Ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha\n\n  Let me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss)\n  Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas\n  that'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the task\n  C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine\n  One - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow\n  Two - no buying from no nigga that you don't know\n  Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powder is crack\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope\n\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C\n  ?? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money\n"},{"id":13381246,"name":"Ghetto D (Feat. 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with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos\nStart from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.06] (Make crack like this) imagine substitutin'\n[00:06.50] Crack (make crack like this)\n[00:08.79] For music (make crack like this)\n[00:10.05] I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it\n[00:12.48] (There it is right there)\n[00:12.59] For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers\n[00:16.25] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[00:18.24] Ghetto dope, no Limit Records\n[00:20.34] Part of the Tobacco Firearms (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[00:22.34] And Freedom of Speech Committee (thank you dope fiends for your support)\n[00:25.84] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[00:28.28] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[00:30.54] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack, ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack\n[00:33.02] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[00:35.77] Let me give a shoutout to the D-boys (drug dealers)\n[00:38.22] Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas\n[00:40.92] That'll make a dollar out of 15 cents\n[00:43.44] Ain't got a job, but a rock can pay the rent\n[00:45.86] Professional crackslanger, I serve fiends\n[00:47.87] I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n[00:50.29] But nowadays (what?), I be too smart for the task\n[00:52.78] C-Murder, been known to keep the rocks up in a Skittles bag\n[00:55.42] Waitin' on a kilo, they ate, I'm straight, you dig?\n[00:57.92] What you need, ten? Ain't no fuckin' order too big\n[01:00.78] And makin' crack like this is the song\n[01:02.78] You won't be getting your money if your shit be cooked wrong (blue)\n[01:05.40] Overcook your dope, it might come out brown\n[01:07.30] Then fiends gon' run your ass clean outta town (get up, get up)\n[01:09.86] But fuck that, I'm 'bout to put my soldiers in the game (and what?)\n[01:12.53] And tell you how to make crack from cocaine\n[01:15.16] One, look for the nigga with the whitest snow\n[01:17.42] Two, no buying from no nigga that you don't know\n[01:20.55] Make your way to the kitchen where the stove be\n[01:22.95] You get the baking soda, I got the D\n[01:25.28] And get the triple beam and measure up your dope\n[01:27.37] Mix one gram of soda, every seven grams of coke\n[01:29.76] And shake it up until it bubble up and get harder\n[01:32.47] Then sit the tube in some ready-made cold water\n[01:35.06] Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot (what?)\n[01:37.52] And watch that shit rock and rise to the fuckin' top (damn)\n[01:40.01] And now your cocaine powder is crack (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[01:42.35] Nigga, I hope you're strapped, 'cause you might get jacked\n[01:44.94] Ghett-ghett-ghett-ghetto dope\n[01:47.28] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this (ghett-ghetto dope)\n[01:49.65] Ghett-ghett-ghett-ghetto dope\n[01:51.69] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[01:53.42] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[01:55.98] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[01:57.93] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[02:00.28] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[02:01.55] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[02:02.63] Ghett-ghetto dope\n[02:04.07] My phone rang, I picked it up (I need some weight)\n[02:06.67] What you need? (Silkk, 'bout a couple of cakes)\n[02:08.65] I had it all into powder, but it ain't no thang\n[02:11.36] Gimme a couple of hours, I'll have it all into 'caine\n[02:13.46] Trust nobody but my gun and God, ask Mac and Kane and Abel\n[02:16.15] Probably catch me choppin' D, choppin' ki's up on my mom table\n[02:18.97] I got a big order for some coke, I called some hoes up\n[02:21.63] I want y'all butt naked while you're cookin' up my dope\n[02:24.09] I told y'all, we some Tru G's\n[02:25.33] See me and P and C in Expeditions with Uzis\n[02:28.15] Breakin' down two ki's, baby, that's 24 O-Z's a piece\n[02:30.84] 'Cause see if it ain't about money, then it ain't about me\n[02:33.28] Hella mail from sales, hella yayo for scales (uh)\n[02:35.73] Come up short on my money, I'm jumpin' your ass like bail\n[02:38.12] First of all, you gotta have nuts, don't give a fuck (I don't)\n[02:40.54] See, when I bust, niggas duck, 'cause they know if I miss, it ain't by much\n[02:43.41] Then get you a Glock that hold you 17\n[02:45.38] A couple dope fiends, some OZ's, the triple beam (uh)\n[02:48.17] And then, playa, hit your block\n[02:50.02] And tell the biggest nigga to raise up off the spot or get-got\n[02:53.23] I'm Rowdy (Rowdy), that's why I act like this\n[02:54.72] But I'm ridin' rims on gold Ds (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[02:56.41] 'Cause I sold crack like this (ghett-ghetto dope)\n[02:57.29] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[02:59.81] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:01.73] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:04.27] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:05.55] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:07.32] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:09.62] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:12.28] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:14.09] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[03:15.50] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:16.83] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:18.86] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:22.36] Nigga, nigga never let a nigga front you no dizzope\n[03:25.59] Start from a gram, work your way up a kilo\n[03:27.82] Get some killers on your team\n[03:30.08] Keep one up in the chamber for the jackers and the dope fiends\n[03:32.78] Fools come short, get rowdy (ah)\n[03:34.66] Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that you 'bout it, 'bout it\n[03:37.73] Break ki's down to OZ\n[03:39.93] Never buy dope without weighin' it on a triple beam\n[03:42.74] Fuck soda, use B-12\n[03:44.37] Keep a stash for the droughts and take other niggas clientele\n[03:47.65] Check the mayonnaise jar for residue\n[03:49.99] 'Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n[03:52.38] One, never talk on the phone in your house\n[03:55.33] Two, never slang dope out your baby mama's house\n[03:58.06] Three, never fuck with snitches\n[03:59.50] 'Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n[04:02.37] Four, keep it low-key\n[04:04.48] And if you're movin' weight, treat yourself to an Uzi\n[04:07.11] The first hit for free (damn)\n[04:09.47] But the next time you beep me, you better have 20G\n[04:12.30] Five, never pay\n[04:14.35] Pimp hoes for the pussy, that's the American way\n[04:17.64] Clean up your dirty money to good money\n[04:19.65] 'Cause legal money last longer than drug money\n[04:22.07] (Make crack like this)\n[04:23.87] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[04:26.74] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[04:28.27] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[04:31.47] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[04:37.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D (Feat. 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Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money\n"},{"id":12229879,"name":"Ghetto D feat. 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C‐Murder & Silkk the Shocker","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Imagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it\n(There it is right there)\nFor all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers\n\n(\"Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n\nGhetto Dope, No Limit Records\n(\"Ma ma ma make crack like this\")\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee\nThank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha\n\nLet me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss)\nNeighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas\nthat'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the task\nC-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nOvercook yo' dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine\nOne - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow\nTwo - no buying from no nigga that you don't know\nMake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powder is crack\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope\n\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C?? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos\nStart from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D feat. C‐Murder & Silkk the Shocker\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it\n  (There it is right there)\n  For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers\n\n  (\"Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n\n  Ghetto Dope, No Limit Records\n  (\"Ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha\n\n  Let me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss)\n  Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas\n  that'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the task\n  C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine\n  One - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow\n  Two - no buying from no nigga that you don't know\n  Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powder is crack\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope\n\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C?? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money\n"},{"id":11156594,"name":"Ghetto D","trackName":"Ghetto D","artistName":"Master P feat. C‐Murder & Silkk the Shocker","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Masta P\nImagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes\nThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\nFor all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\nMa ma ma ma make crack like this\n\nMasta P\nGhetto Dope No Limit Records\n(Ma ma ma make crack like this)\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\nThank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n(Beat starts)\n\nC Murder\nLet me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\nNeighborhood dope man\nI mean real niggas\nThata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\nC Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten\nAin't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nNever cook yo dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\nmake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powda is crack.\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\nSilkk\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nMasta P\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga\nFront you no dizos\nStart from the ground\nWork yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killas on yo team\nKeep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors\nShow mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope\nWithout weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight\nTreat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n.\nFade Out.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.06] (Make crack like this) imagine substitutin'\n[00:06.50] Crack (make crack like this)\n[00:08.79] For music (make crack like this)\n[00:10.05] I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it\n[00:12.48] (There it is right there)\n[00:12.59] For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers\n[00:16.25] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[00:18.24] Ghetto dope, no Limit Records\n[00:20.34] Part of the Tobacco Firearms (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[00:22.34] And Freedom of Speech Committee (thank you dope fiends for your support)\n[00:25.84] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[00:28.28] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[00:30.54] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack, ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack\n[00:33.02] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[00:35.77] Let me give a shoutout to the D-boys (drug dealers)\n[00:38.22] Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas\n[00:40.92] That'll make a dollar out of 15 cents\n[00:43.44] Ain't got a job, but a rock can pay the rent\n[00:45.86] Professional crackslanger, I serve fiends\n[00:47.87] I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n[00:50.29] But nowadays (what?), I be too smart for the task\n[00:52.78] C-Murder, been known to keep the rocks up in a Skittles bag\n[00:55.42] Waitin' on a kilo, they ate, I'm straight, you dig?\n[00:57.92] What you need, ten? Ain't no fuckin' order too big\n[01:00.78] And makin' crack like this is the song\n[01:02.78] You won't be getting your money if your shit be cooked wrong (blue)\n[01:05.40] Overcook your dope, it might come out brown\n[01:07.30] Then fiends gon' run your ass clean outta town (get up, get up)\n[01:09.86] But fuck that, I'm 'bout to put my soldiers in the game (and what?)\n[01:12.53] And tell you how to make crack from cocaine\n[01:15.16] One, look for the nigga with the whitest snow\n[01:17.42] Two, no buying from no nigga that you don't know\n[01:20.55] Make your way to the kitchen where the stove be\n[01:22.95] You get the baking soda, I got the D\n[01:25.28] And get the triple beam and measure up your dope\n[01:27.37] Mix one gram of soda, every seven grams of coke\n[01:29.76] And shake it up until it bubble up and get harder\n[01:32.47] Then sit the tube in some ready-made cold water\n[01:35.06] Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot (what?)\n[01:37.52] And watch that shit rock and rise to the fuckin' top (damn)\n[01:40.01] And now your cocaine powder is crack (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[01:42.35] Nigga, I hope you're strapped, 'cause you might get jacked\n[01:44.94] Ghett-ghett-ghett-ghetto dope\n[01:47.28] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this (ghett-ghetto dope)\n[01:49.65] Ghett-ghett-ghett-ghetto dope\n[01:51.69] Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this\n[01:53.42] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[01:55.98] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[01:57.93] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[02:00.28] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[02:01.55] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[02:02.63] Ghett-ghetto dope\n[02:04.07] My phone rang, I picked it up (I need some weight)\n[02:06.67] What you need? (Silkk, 'bout a couple of cakes)\n[02:08.65] I had it all into powder, but it ain't no thang\n[02:11.36] Gimme a couple of hours, I'll have it all into 'caine\n[02:13.46] Trust nobody but my gun and God, ask Mac and Kane and Abel\n[02:16.15] Probably catch me choppin' D, choppin' ki's up on my mom table\n[02:18.97] I got a big order for some coke, I called some hoes up\n[02:21.63] I want y'all butt naked while you're cookin' up my dope\n[02:24.09] I told y'all, we some Tru G's\n[02:25.33] See me and P and C in Expeditions with Uzis\n[02:28.15] Breakin' down two ki's, baby, that's 24 O-Z's a piece\n[02:30.84] 'Cause see if it ain't about money, then it ain't about me\n[02:33.28] Hella mail from sales, hella yayo for scales (uh)\n[02:35.73] Come up short on my money, I'm jumpin' your ass like bail\n[02:38.12] First of all, you gotta have nuts, don't give a fuck (I don't)\n[02:40.54] See, when I bust, niggas duck, 'cause they know if I miss, it ain't by much\n[02:43.41] Then get you a Glock that hold you 17\n[02:45.38] A couple dope fiends, some OZ's, the triple beam (uh)\n[02:48.17] And then, playa, hit your block\n[02:50.02] And tell the biggest nigga to raise up off the spot or get-got\n[02:53.23] I'm Rowdy (Rowdy), that's why I act like this\n[02:54.72] But I'm ridin' rims on gold Ds (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[02:56.41] 'Cause I sold crack like this (ghett-ghetto dope)\n[02:57.29] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[02:59.81] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:01.73] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:04.27] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:05.55] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:07.32] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:09.62] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:12.28] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:14.09] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[03:15.50] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:16.83] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:18.86] Ghett-ghetto dope (ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this)\n[03:22.36] Nigga, nigga never let a nigga front you no dizzope\n[03:25.59] Start from a gram, work your way up a kilo\n[03:27.82] Get some killers on your team\n[03:30.08] Keep one up in the chamber for the jackers and the dope fiends\n[03:32.78] Fools come short, get rowdy (ah)\n[03:34.66] Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that you 'bout it, 'bout it\n[03:37.73] Break ki's down to OZ\n[03:39.93] Never buy dope without weighin' it on a triple beam\n[03:42.74] Fuck soda, use B-12\n[03:44.37] Keep a stash for the droughts and take other niggas clientele\n[03:47.65] Check the mayonnaise jar for residue\n[03:49.99] 'Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n[03:52.38] One, never talk on the phone in your house\n[03:55.33] Two, never slang dope out your baby mama's house\n[03:58.06] Three, never fuck with snitches\n[03:59.50] 'Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n[04:02.37] Four, keep it low-key\n[04:04.48] And if you're movin' weight, treat yourself to an Uzi\n[04:07.11] The first hit for free (damn)\n[04:09.47] But the next time you beep me, you better have 20G\n[04:12.30] Five, never pay\n[04:14.35] Pimp hoes for the pussy, that's the American way\n[04:17.64] Clean up your dirty money to good money\n[04:19.65] 'Cause legal money last longer than drug money\n[04:22.07] (Make crack like this)\n[04:23.87] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[04:26.74] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[04:28.27] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[04:31.47] (Ma-ma-ma-ma-make crack like this) ghett-ghetto dope\n[04:37.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D\n  artist: Master P feat. 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Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes\n  This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\n  For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\n  Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n  Ghetto Dope No Limit Records\n  (Ma ma ma make crack like this)\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n  (Beat starts)\n\n  C Murder\n  Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\n  Neighborhood dope man\n  I mean real niggas\n  Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\n  C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten\n  Ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Never cook yo dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\n  make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powda is crack.\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\n  Silkk\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga\n  Front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground\n  Work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killas on yo team\n  Keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors\n  Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope\n  Without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight\n  Treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n  .\n  Fade Out.\n"},{"id":14136224,"name":"Ghetto D (Featuring C-Murder and Silkk The Shocker)","trackName":"Ghetto D (Featuring C-Murder and Silkk The Shocker)","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":277.5542,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Masta P\nImagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes\nThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\nFor all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\nMa ma ma ma make crack like this\n\nMasta P\nGhetto Dope No Limit Records\n(Ma ma ma make crack like this)\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\nThank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n(Beat starts)\n\nC Murder\nLet me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\nNeighborhood dope man\nI mean real niggas\nThata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\nC Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten\nAin't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nNever cook yo dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\nmake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powda is crack.\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\nSilkk\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nMasta P\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga\nFront you no dizos\nStart from the ground\nWork yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killas on yo team\nKeep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors\nShow mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope\nWithout weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight\nTreat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n.\nFade Out.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D (Featuring C-Murder and Silkk The Shocker)\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D\n  duration_ms: 277554\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Masta P\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes\n  This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\n  For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\n  Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n  Ghetto Dope No Limit Records\n  (Ma ma ma make crack like this)\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n  (Beat starts)\n\n  C Murder\n  Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\n  Neighborhood dope man\n  I mean real niggas\n  Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\n  C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten\n  Ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Never cook yo dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\n  make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powda is crack.\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\n  Silkk\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga\n  Front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground\n  Work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killas on yo team\n  Keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors\n  Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope\n  Without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight\n  Treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n  .\n  Fade Out.\n"},{"id":17174732,"name":"Make 'Em Say Ugh (feat. Master P, Silkk The Shocker & Fiend)","trackName":"Make 'Em Say Ugh (feat. Master P, Silkk The Shocker & Fiend)","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D","duration":307.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No Limit Studios, whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is?\nNigga, this rappin' 4-Tay, who is this? Oh dis P\nP? Yeah dis P, P? Yeah, well if this P, lemme hear ya say uhh!\nThis ain't no motherfuckin' P! Man, hang the phone up\n\nUhh! Na, nah na nah\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\n\nNigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin' tank\nY'all after big thangs, we after big bank\n3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats\nConvicts and dealers, and killers with tru tats\nNever gave a fuck 'bout no hoes on our riches\nAnd niggaz come short, I'm diggin' ditches\nM.P. pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief\nAnd fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin' out some teeth\n\nI'm down here slangin', rollin' with these hustlers\nTryin' to get rid of all you haters and you bustas\nSteppin' on cold, break a niggas nose\nIn the projects niggas anything goes\nBreakin' fools off 'cause I'm a No Limit soldier at ease\nNow salute, this pass me the doja\n\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\n\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\n\nFiend exercisin' this right, of exorcism bustin' out the expedition\nBullets choppin' haters business to about the size of prisms our mission\nThey heard we scary, No Limit mercenary\nNo tellin' how bad it get, because the worst'll vary\nI heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot\nThey intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot\nTank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store\n'Cause they know everything Fiend know\n\nMean mo' money mo' little Fiend still want the greens\nThe cornbread and the cabbage in your hood\nRemindin' you bitches of who the baddest\nDefinitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick 'em up\nMy uhh went twice\n(Uhh, uhh)\nAnd ended with nine, get 'em\n\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\n\nP gon' make ya say uhh, I'ma make you say ow\nI'm not Eric B but guaranteed to move this motherfuckin' crowd\nI stay on like light switches, money, 'cause I like riches\nHittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya\nNigga make 'em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip\nAfter I bust yo' shit, then after that say na, nah, nah, nah\nI hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggas\n(Uhh!)\nThey wanna know if I gangbang\n'Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas\nSo when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick\n'Cause I got a vicious right hand but ya know what? My left is quick!\n\nSilkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence?\nYou might be right 'cause I'll step in the club and say somethin'\nTo get that motherfucker start to fightin'\n(Bout it!)\nBad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through\nPG never fuckin' knockin' niggas\n'Cause I make 'em all see 3-D\nAnd P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back\nI run this motherfucker, TRU niggas\nAnd I, betcha y'all niggas ya say, \"Bet!\"\n\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\n\nWe capitalize and monopolize on everything\nWe see keep pistols drawed and cocked\nWe got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot\nCheck the spots that we got on Billboard\nThis Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes\nWant some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic\nZip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin' caskets\nWe drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto\nSo feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin' 10 niggas\nForget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia\nThe Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater\nBelieve her or see her, and get that ass embarrassed\nIf you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away\nSo stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin'\nCannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin'\n\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\n\nHi, I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe\nWhen they won't know how to do it\nYou could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker\nWith the braids in his hair usin' limos and choppers too\nI done paid my dues, but still played the blues\nNigga play me like you was scared to lose\nI'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news\nI was a No Limit nigga, makin' major moves\n\nI won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop\nYou can't stop me, so bitch don't try\nWe, we tru soldiers, we don't die\nWe keep rollin', na, nah, nah, nah, nah\n\nAll aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside\nThe group goin' hallelujah\nNiggaz goin' to war, got to fightin' and shootin' inside rumors\nBitches be sayin' he there, we there, beware!\nC there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mamma there, P there\nAin't no salary cap, on top of my dollars\nI roll with nothin', but them No Limit riders\nI gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high\nWatch how many bitches get wild, na, nah, na, nah\n\nMake 'em say, uhh!\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\nMake 'em say, uhh!\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.39] No Limit Studios, whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is?\n[00:15.97] Nigga, this rappin' 4-Tay, who is this? Oh dis P\n[00:19.15] P? Yeah dis P, P? Yeah, well if this P, lemme hear ya say uhh!\n[00:27.18] This ain't no motherfuckin' P! Man, hang the phone up\n[00:30.64] Uhh! Na, nah na nah\n[00:35.23] Make 'em say, uhh\n[00:37.42] (Uhh!)\n[00:38.08] Na, nah, na, nah\n[00:39.87] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[00:40.94] Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin' tank\n[00:43.56] Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank\n[00:46.65] 3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats\n[00:49.54] Convicts and dealers, and killers with tru tats\n[00:52.50] Never gave a fuck 'bout no hoes on our riches\n[00:55.26] And niggaz come short, I'm diggin' ditches\n[00:57.91] M.P. pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief\n[01:00.67] And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin' out some teeth\n[01:03.63] I'm down here slangin', rollin' with these hustlers\n[01:06.58] Tryin' to get rid of all you haters and you bustas\n[01:09.31] Steppin' on cold, break a niggas nose\n[01:12.24] In the projects niggas anything goes\n[01:14.92] Breakin' fools off 'cause I'm a No Limit soldier at ease\n[01:18.01] Now salute, this pass me the doja\n[01:20.47] Make 'em say, uhh\n[01:22.46] (Uhh!)\n[01:23.75] Na, nah, na, nah\n[01:25.61] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[01:26.27] Make 'em say, uhh\n[01:28.12] (Uhh!)\n[01:29.59] Na, nah, na, nah\n[01:30.53] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[01:31.82] Make 'em say, uhh\n[01:33.77] (Uhh!)\n[01:35.09] Na, nah, na, nah\n[01:36.30] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[01:36.71] Fiend exercisin' this right, of exorcism bustin' out the expedition\n[01:40.82] Bullets choppin' haters business to about the size of prisms our mission\n[01:44.02] They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary\n[01:46.50] No tellin' how bad it get, because the worst'll vary\n[01:49.39] I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot\n[01:51.96] They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot\n[01:54.86] Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store\n[01:57.64] 'Cause they know everything Fiend know\n[01:59.81] Mean mo' money mo' little Fiend still want the greens\n[02:02.17] The cornbread and the cabbage in your hood\n[02:04.31] Remindin' you bitches of who the baddest\n[02:06.22] Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick 'em up\n[02:08.74] My uhh went twice\n[02:10.04] (Uhh, uhh)\n[02:10.51] And ended with nine, get 'em\n[02:11.46] Make 'em say, uhh\n[02:13.48] (Uhh!)\n[02:14.63] Na, nah, na, nah\n[02:15.96] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[02:17.05] Make 'em say, uhh\n[02:19.09] (Uhh!)\n[02:20.32] Na, nah, na, nah\n[02:21.56] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[02:22.48] P gon' make ya say uhh, I'ma make you say ow\n[02:25.66] I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to move this motherfuckin' crowd\n[02:28.76] I stay on like light switches, money, 'cause I like riches\n[02:31.50] Hittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya\n[02:34.57] Nigga make 'em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip\n[02:37.23] After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na, nah, nah, nah\n[02:40.00] I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggas\n[02:41.97] (Uhh!)\n[02:42.16] They wanna know if I gangbang\n[02:43.42] 'Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas\n[02:45.30] So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick\n[02:48.35] 'Cause I got a vicious right hand but ya know what? My left is quick!\n[02:51.41] Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence?\n[02:53.67] You might be right 'cause I'll step in the club and say somethin'\n[02:55.31] To get that motherfucker start to fightin'\n[02:57.26] (Bout it!)\n[02:57.88] Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through\n[02:59.79] PG never fuckin' knockin' niggas\n[03:01.37] 'Cause I make 'em all see 3-D\n[03:02.80] And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back\n[03:05.23] I run this motherfucker, TRU niggas\n[03:06.61] And I, betcha y'all niggas ya say, \"Bet!\"\n[03:08.11] Make 'em say, uhh\n[03:09.78] (Uhh!)\n[03:11.20] Na, nah, na, nah\n[03:12.45] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[03:13.75] Make 'em say, uhh\n[03:15.55] (Uhh!)\n[03:16.85] Na, nah, na, nah\n[03:18.28] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[03:18.72] We capitalize and monopolize on everything\n[03:21.22] We see keep pistols drawed and cocked\n[03:23.23] We got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot\n[03:25.88] Check the spots that we got on Billboard\n[03:27.73] This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes\n[03:30.70] Want some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic\n[03:33.72] Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin' caskets\n[03:36.63] We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto\n[03:39.38] So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin' 10 niggas\n[03:42.17] Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia\n[03:45.15] The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater\n[03:47.69] Believe her or see her, and get that ass embarrassed\n[03:50.63] If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away\n[03:53.77] So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin'\n[03:56.26] Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin'\n[03:58.95] Make 'em say, uhh\n[04:00.73] (Uhh!)\n[04:02.05] Na, nah, na, nah\n[04:03.44] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[04:04.60] Make 'em say, uhh\n[04:06.36] (Uhh!)\n[04:07.87] Na, nah, na, nah\n[04:09.21] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[04:10.28] Hi, I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe\n[04:12.05] When they won't know how to do it\n[04:13.01] You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker\n[04:14.03] With the braids in his hair usin' limos and choppers too\n[04:16.11] I done paid my dues, but still played the blues\n[04:17.58] Nigga play me like you was scared to lose\n[04:19.19] I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news\n[04:20.49] I was a No Limit nigga, makin' major moves\n[04:21.89] I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop\n[04:24.62] You can't stop me, so bitch don't try\n[04:27.04] We, we tru soldiers, we don't die\n[04:30.48] We keep rollin', na, nah, nah, nah, nah\n[04:33.25] All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside\n[04:34.84] The group goin' hallelujah\n[04:35.90] Niggaz goin' to war, got to fightin' and shootin' inside rumors\n[04:39.19] Bitches be sayin' he there, we there, beware!\n[04:42.03] C there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mamma there, P there\n[04:45.08] Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars\n[04:47.55] I roll with nothin', but them No Limit riders\n[04:50.12] I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high\n[04:52.81] Watch how many bitches get wild, na, nah, na, nah\n[04:55.62] Make 'em say, uhh!\n[04:57.39] (Uhh!)\n[04:58.57] Na, nah, na, nah\n[04:59.86] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[05:01.14] Make 'em say, uhh!\n[05:02.81] (Uhh!)\n[05:04.06] Na, nah, na, nah\n[05:04.41] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[05:04.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make 'Em Say Ugh (feat. 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Na, nah na nah\n  start_ms: 30640\n  end_ms: 35230\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 35230\n  end_ms: 37420\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 37420\n  end_ms: 38080\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 38080\n  end_ms: 39870\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 39870\n  end_ms: 40940\n- text: Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin' tank\n  start_ms: 40940\n  end_ms: 43560\n- text: Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank\n  start_ms: 43560\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: 3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49540\n- text: Convicts and dealers, and killers with tru tats\n  start_ms: 49540\n  end_ms: 52500\n- text: Never gave a fuck 'bout no hoes on our riches\n  start_ms: 52500\n  end_ms: 55260\n- text: And niggaz come short, I'm diggin' ditches\n  start_ms: 55260\n  end_ms: 57910\n- text: M.P. pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief\n  start_ms: 57910\n  end_ms: 60670\n- text: And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin' out some teeth\n  start_ms: 60670\n  end_ms: 63630\n- text: I'm down here slangin', rollin' with these hustlers\n  start_ms: 63630\n  end_ms: 66580\n- text: Tryin' to get rid of all you haters and you bustas\n  start_ms: 66580\n  end_ms: 69310\n- text: Steppin' on cold, break a niggas nose\n  start_ms: 69310\n  end_ms: 72240\n- text: In the projects niggas anything goes\n  start_ms: 72240\n  end_ms: 74920\n- text: Breakin' fools off 'cause I'm a No Limit soldier at ease\n  start_ms: 74920\n  end_ms: 78010\n- text: Now salute, this pass me the doja\n  start_ms: 78010\n  end_ms: 80470\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 80470\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 83750\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 83750\n  end_ms: 85610\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 85610\n  end_ms: 86270\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 86270\n  end_ms: 88120\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 88120\n  end_ms: 89590\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 89590\n  end_ms: 90530\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 90530\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 91820\n  end_ms: 93770\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 93770\n  end_ms: 95090\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 95090\n  end_ms: 96300\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 96300\n  end_ms: 96710\n- text: Fiend exercisin' this right, of exorcism bustin' out the expedition\n  start_ms: 96710\n  end_ms: 100820\n- text: Bullets choppin' haters business to about the size of prisms our mission\n  start_ms: 100820\n  end_ms: 104020\n- text: They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary\n  start_ms: 104020\n  end_ms: 106500\n- text: No tellin' how bad it get, because the worst'll vary\n  start_ms: 106500\n  end_ms: 109390\n- text: I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot\n  start_ms: 109390\n  end_ms: 111960\n- text: They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot\n  start_ms: 111960\n  end_ms: 114860\n- text: Tank Dogs salute! 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My left is quick!'\n  start_ms: 168350\n  end_ms: 171410\n- text: Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence?\n  start_ms: 171410\n  end_ms: 173670\n- text: You might be right 'cause I'll step in the club and say somethin'\n  start_ms: 173670\n  end_ms: 175310\n- text: To get that motherfucker start to fightin'\n  start_ms: 175310\n  end_ms: 177260\n- text: (Bout it!)\n  start_ms: 177260\n  end_ms: 177880\n- text: Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through\n  start_ms: 177880\n  end_ms: 179790\n- text: PG never fuckin' knockin' niggas\n  start_ms: 179790\n  end_ms: 181370\n- text: '''Cause I make ''em all see 3-D'\n  start_ms: 181370\n  end_ms: 182800\n- text: And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back\n  start_ms: 182800\n  end_ms: 185230\n- text: I run this motherfucker, TRU niggas\n  start_ms: 185230\n  end_ms: 186610\n- text: And I, betcha y'all niggas ya say, \"Bet!\"\n  start_ms: 186610\n  end_ms: 188110\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 188110\n  end_ms: 189780\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 189780\n  end_ms: 191200\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 191200\n  end_ms: 192450\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 192450\n  end_ms: 193750\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 193750\n  end_ms: 195550\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 195550\n  end_ms: 196850\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 196850\n  end_ms: 198280\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 198280\n  end_ms: 198720\n- text: We capitalize and monopolize on everything\n  start_ms: 198720\n  end_ms: 201220\n- text: We see keep pistols drawed and cocked\n  start_ms: 201220\n  end_ms: 203230\n- text: We got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot\n  start_ms: 203230\n  end_ms: 205880\n- text: Check the spots that we got on Billboard\n  start_ms: 205880\n  end_ms: 207730\n- text: This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes\n  start_ms: 207730\n  end_ms: 210700\n- text: Want some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic\n  start_ms: 210700\n  end_ms: 213720\n- text: Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin' caskets\n  start_ms: 213720\n  end_ms: 216630\n- text: We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 216630\n  end_ms: 219380\n- text: So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin' 10 niggas\n  start_ms: 219380\n  end_ms: 222170\n- text: Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia\n  start_ms: 222170\n  end_ms: 225150\n- text: The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater\n  start_ms: 225150\n  end_ms: 227690\n- text: Believe her or see her, and get that ass embarrassed\n  start_ms: 227690\n  end_ms: 230630\n- text: If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away\n  start_ms: 230630\n  end_ms: 233770\n- text: So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin'\n  start_ms: 233770\n  end_ms: 236260\n- text: Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin'\n  start_ms: 236260\n  end_ms: 238950\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 238950\n  end_ms: 240730\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 240730\n  end_ms: 242050\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 242050\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 243440\n  end_ms: 244600\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 244600\n  end_ms: 246360\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 246360\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 249210\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 249210\n  end_ms: 250280\n- text: Hi, I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe\n  start_ms: 250280\n  end_ms: 252050\n- text: When they won't know how to do it\n  start_ms: 252050\n  end_ms: 253010\n- text: You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker\n  start_ms: 253010\n  end_ms: 254030\n- text: With the braids in his hair usin' limos and choppers too\n  start_ms: 254030\n  end_ms: 256110\n- text: I done paid my dues, but still played the blues\n  start_ms: 256110\n  end_ms: 257580\n- text: Nigga play me like you was scared to lose\n  start_ms: 257580\n  end_ms: 259190\n- text: I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news\n  start_ms: 259190\n  end_ms: 260490\n- text: I was a No Limit nigga, makin' major moves\n  start_ms: 260490\n  end_ms: 261890\n- text: I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop\n  start_ms: 261890\n  end_ms: 264620\n- text: You can't stop me, so bitch don't try\n  start_ms: 264620\n  end_ms: 267040\n- text: We, we tru soldiers, we don't die\n  start_ms: 267040\n  end_ms: 270480\n- text: We keep rollin', na, nah, nah, nah, nah\n  start_ms: 270480\n  end_ms: 273250\n- text: All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside\n  start_ms: 273250\n  end_ms: 274840\n- text: The group goin' hallelujah\n  start_ms: 274840\n  end_ms: 275900\n- text: Niggaz goin' to war, got to fightin' and shootin' inside rumors\n  start_ms: 275900\n  end_ms: 279190\n- text: Bitches be sayin' he there, we there, beware!\n  start_ms: 279190\n  end_ms: 282030\n- text: C there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mamma there, P there\n  start_ms: 282030\n  end_ms: 285080\n- text: Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars\n  start_ms: 285080\n  end_ms: 287550\n- text: I roll with nothin', but them No Limit riders\n  start_ms: 287550\n  end_ms: 290120\n- text: I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high\n  start_ms: 290120\n  end_ms: 292810\n- text: Watch how many bitches get wild, na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 292810\n  end_ms: 295620\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh!\n  start_ms: 295620\n  end_ms: 297390\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 297390\n  end_ms: 298570\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 298570\n  end_ms: 299860\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 299860\n  end_ms: 301140\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh!\n  start_ms: 301140\n  end_ms: 302810\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 302810\n  end_ms: 304060\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 304060\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 304590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304590\nplain: |-\n  No Limit Studios, whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is?\n  Nigga, this rappin' 4-Tay, who is this? Oh dis P\n  P? Yeah dis P, P? Yeah, well if this P, lemme hear ya say uhh!\n  This ain't no motherfuckin' P! Man, hang the phone up\n\n  Uhh! Na, nah na nah\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n\n  Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin' tank\n  Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank\n  3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats\n  Convicts and dealers, and killers with tru tats\n  Never gave a fuck 'bout no hoes on our riches\n  And niggaz come short, I'm diggin' ditches\n  M.P. pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief\n  And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin' out some teeth\n\n  I'm down here slangin', rollin' with these hustlers\n  Tryin' to get rid of all you haters and you bustas\n  Steppin' on cold, break a niggas nose\n  In the projects niggas anything goes\n  Breakin' fools off 'cause I'm a No Limit soldier at ease\n  Now salute, this pass me the doja\n\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n\n  Fiend exercisin' this right, of exorcism bustin' out the expedition\n  Bullets choppin' haters business to about the size of prisms our mission\n  They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary\n  No tellin' how bad it get, because the worst'll vary\n  I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot\n  They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot\n  Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store\n  'Cause they know everything Fiend know\n\n  Mean mo' money mo' little Fiend still want the greens\n  The cornbread and the cabbage in your hood\n  Remindin' you bitches of who the baddest\n  Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick 'em up\n  My uhh went twice\n  (Uhh, uhh)\n  And ended with nine, get 'em\n\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n\n  P gon' make ya say uhh, I'ma make you say ow\n  I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to move this motherfuckin' crowd\n  I stay on like light switches, money, 'cause I like riches\n  Hittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya\n  Nigga make 'em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip\n  After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na, nah, nah, nah\n  I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggas\n  (Uhh!)\n  They wanna know if I gangbang\n  'Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas\n  So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick\n  'Cause I got a vicious right hand but ya know what? My left is quick!\n\n  Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence?\n  You might be right 'cause I'll step in the club and say somethin'\n  To get that motherfucker start to fightin'\n  (Bout it!)\n  Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through\n  PG never fuckin' knockin' niggas\n  'Cause I make 'em all see 3-D\n  And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back\n  I run this motherfucker, TRU niggas\n  And I, betcha y'all niggas ya say, \"Bet!\"\n\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n\n  We capitalize and monopolize on everything\n  We see keep pistols drawed and cocked\n  We got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot\n  Check the spots that we got on Billboard\n  This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes\n  Want some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic\n  Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin' caskets\n  We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto\n  So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin' 10 niggas\n  Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia\n  The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater\n  Believe her or see her, and get that ass embarrassed\n  If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away\n  So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin'\n  Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin'\n\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n\n  Hi, I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe\n  When they won't know how to do it\n  You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker\n  With the braids in his hair usin' limos and choppers too\n  I done paid my dues, but still played the blues\n  Nigga play me like you was scared to lose\n  I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news\n  I was a No Limit nigga, makin' major moves\n\n  I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop\n  You can't stop me, so bitch don't try\n  We, we tru soldiers, we don't die\n  We keep rollin', na, nah, nah, nah, nah\n\n  All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside\n  The group goin' hallelujah\n  Niggaz goin' to war, got to fightin' and shootin' inside rumors\n  Bitches be sayin' he there, we there, beware!\n  C there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mamma there, P there\n  Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars\n  I roll with nothin', but them No Limit riders\n  I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high\n  Watch how many bitches get wild, na, nah, na, nah\n\n  Make 'em say, uhh!\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  Make 'em say, uhh!\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n"},{"id":10125653,"name":"Ghetto D (Explicit;2005 Digital Remaster)","trackName":"Ghetto D (Explicit;2005 Digital Remaster)","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D 10th Anniversary","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Masta P\nImagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes\nThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\nFor all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\nMa ma ma ma make crack like this\n\nMasta P\nGhetto Dope No Limit Records\n(Ma ma ma make crack like this)\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\nThank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n(Beat starts)\n\nC Murder\nLet me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\nNeighborhood dope man\nI mean real niggas\nThata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\nC Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten\nAin't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nNever cook yo dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\nmake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powda is crack.\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\nSilkk\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nMasta P\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga\nFront you no dizos\nStart from the ground\nWork yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killas on yo team\nKeep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors\nShow mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope\nWithout weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight\nTreat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n.\nFade Out.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D (Explicit;2005 Digital Remaster)\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D 10th Anniversary\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Masta P\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes\n  This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\n  For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\n  Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n  Ghetto Dope No Limit Records\n  (Ma ma ma make crack like this)\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n  (Beat starts)\n\n  C Murder\n  Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\n  Neighborhood dope man\n  I mean real niggas\n  Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\n  C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten\n  Ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Never cook yo dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\n  make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powda is crack.\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\n  Silkk\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga\n  Front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground\n  Work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killas on yo team\n  Keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors\n  Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope\n  Without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight\n  Treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n  .\n  Fade Out.\n"},{"id":36481785,"name":"Ghetto D (feat. Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder, O'Dell","trackName":"Ghetto D (feat. Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder, O'Dell","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D 10th Anniversary","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Masta P\nImagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes\nThis is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\nFor all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\nMa ma ma ma make crack like this\n\nMasta P\nGhetto Dope No Limit Records\n(Ma ma ma make crack like this)\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\nThank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n(Beat starts)\n\nC Murder\nLet me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\nNeighborhood dope man\nI mean real niggas\nThata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\nC Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten\nAin't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nNever cook yo dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\nmake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powda is crack.\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\nSilkk\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nMasta P\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga\nFront you no dizos\nStart from the ground\nWork yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killas on yo team\nKeep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors\nShow mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope\nWithout weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight\nTreat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n.\nFade Out.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D (feat. Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder, O'Dell\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D 10th Anniversary\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Masta P\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes\n  This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)\n  For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas\n\n  Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n  Ghetto Dope No Limit Records\n  (Ma ma ma make crack like this)\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.\n\n  (Beat starts)\n\n  C Murder\n  Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas)\n  Neighborhood dope man\n  I mean real niggas\n  Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz\n  C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten\n  Ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Never cook yo dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine.\n  make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powda is crack.\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked.\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4 times)\n\n  Silkk\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Masta P\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga\n  Front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground\n  Work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killas on yo team\n  Keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors\n  Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope\n  Without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight\n  Treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money.\n\n  .\n  Fade Out.\n"},{"id":32413427,"name":"Ghetto D (feat. C-Murder & Silkk The Shocker)","trackName":"Ghetto D (feat. C-Murder & Silkk The Shocker)","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D (10th Anniversary Edition)","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Imagine substitutin crack for music\nI mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it\n(There it is right there)\nFor all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers\n\n(\"Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n\nGhetto Dope, No Limit Records\n(\"Ma ma ma make crack like this\")\nPart of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee\nThank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha\n\nLet me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss)\nNeighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas\nthat'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAin't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\nProfessional crackslanger I serve fiends\nI once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\nBut nowadays I be too smart for the task\nC-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\nWaitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\nWhat you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big\nAnd makin crack like this is the song\nYou won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\nOvercook yo' dope it might come out brown\nThem fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town\nBut fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game\nAnd tell ya how to make crack from cocaine\nOne - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow\nTwo - no buying from no nigga that you don't know\nMake yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\nYou get the baking soda I got yo D\nGet the triple beam and measure out yo dope\nMix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\nAn shake it up until it get harder\nThen sit the tube in some ready made cold water\nTwist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\nAnd watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\nNow ya cocaine powder is crack\nNigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked\n\nGhett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\nMa Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope\n\nMy phone rang I picked it up\n(Need some weight)\nWhat you need\n(Silkk bout a coupla K)\nI had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\nGimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\nTrust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\nYou probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\nI got a big order for some coke\nI called some hoes up\nI want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\nI told ya'll we some Tru G's\nSee me and P and C?? with uzi's\nChoppin up two ki's\nBaby twenty-four oz's a piece\nCause see if it ain't about money\nThen it ain't about me\nHella mail from sales\nHella yeah for scales\nCome up short\nMy money jumpin yo ass like bail\nFirst of all you gotta have nuts\nDon't give a fuck\nCause when I bust niggas guts\nThey know if it miss it ain't by much\nThinkin short like I'm only seventeen\nA coupla dope fiends\nSome oz's\nA triple beam\nAnd then playa hit yo block\nAnd tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\nThat's why I acts like this\nBut I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\nI made crack like this\n\nNigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos\nStart from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo\nGet some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber\nFor the jackas and the dope fiends\nFools come short get rowdy\nKick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it\nBreak ki's down to oz's\nNever buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam\nFuck soda use V-12\nKeep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\nCheck the man made junk for residue\nCause every fiend you miss want three or two\nCause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\nAnd if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi\nThe first hit for free (damn)\nBut the next time you see me\nYou betta have twenty G\nPimp hoes for the pussy\nThat's the 'Merican way\nClean up ya dirty money to good money\nCause legal money last longer than drug money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto D (feat. C-Murder & Silkk The Shocker)\n  artist: Master P\n  album: Ghetto D (10th Anniversary Edition)\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Imagine substitutin crack for music\n  I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it\n  (There it is right there)\n  For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers\n\n  (\"Ma ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n\n  Ghetto Dope, No Limit Records\n  (\"Ma ma ma make crack like this\")\n  Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee\n  Thank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha\n\n  Let me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss)\n  Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas\n  that'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent\n  Professional crackslanger I serve fiends\n  I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans\n  But nowadays I be too smart for the task\n  C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man\n  Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig\n  What you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big\n  And makin crack like this is the song\n  You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long\n  Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown\n  Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town\n  But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game\n  And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine\n  One - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow\n  Two - no buying from no nigga that you don't know\n  Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be\n  You get the baking soda I got yo D\n  Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope\n  Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke\n  An shake it up until it get harder\n  Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water\n  Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot\n  And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top\n  Now ya cocaine powder is crack\n  Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked\n\n  Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope\n  Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope\n\n  My phone rang I picked it up\n  (Need some weight)\n  What you need\n  (Silkk bout a coupla K)\n  I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang\n  Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake\n  Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel\n  You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table\n  I got a big order for some coke\n  I called some hoes up\n  I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope\n  I told ya'll we some Tru G's\n  See me and P and C?? with uzi's\n  Choppin up two ki's\n  Baby twenty-four oz's a piece\n  Cause see if it ain't about money\n  Then it ain't about me\n  Hella mail from sales\n  Hella yeah for scales\n  Come up short\n  My money jumpin yo ass like bail\n  First of all you gotta have nuts\n  Don't give a fuck\n  Cause when I bust niggas guts\n  They know if it miss it ain't by much\n  Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen\n  A coupla dope fiends\n  Some oz's\n  A triple beam\n  And then playa hit yo block\n  And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot\n  That's why I acts like this\n  But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)\n  I made crack like this\n\n  Nigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos\n  Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo\n  Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber\n  For the jackas and the dope fiends\n  Fools come short get rowdy\n  Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it\n  Break ki's down to oz's\n  Never buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam\n  Fuck soda use V-12\n  Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele\n  Check the man made junk for residue\n  Cause every fiend you miss want three or two\n  Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches\n  And if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi\n  The first hit for free (damn)\n  But the next time you see me\n  You betta have twenty G\n  Pimp hoes for the pussy\n  That's the 'Merican way\n  Clean up ya dirty money to good money\n  Cause legal money last longer than drug money\n"},{"id":11723428,"name":"Make 'Em Say Ugh (feat. Master P, Silkk The Shocker & Fiend)","trackName":"Make 'Em Say Ugh (feat. Master P, Silkk The Shocker & Fiend)","artistName":"Master P","albumName":"Ghetto D 10th Anniversary","duration":307.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No Limit Studios, whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is?\nNigga, this rappin' 4-Tay, who is this? Oh dis P\nP? Yeah dis P, P? Yeah, well if this P, lemme hear ya say uhh!\nThis ain't no motherfuckin' P! Man, hang the phone up\n\nUhh! Na, nah na nah\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\n\nNigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin' tank\nY'all after big thangs, we after big bank\n3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats\nConvicts and dealers, and killers with tru tats\nNever gave a fuck 'bout no hoes on our riches\nAnd niggaz come short, I'm diggin' ditches\nM.P. pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief\nAnd fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin' out some teeth\n\nI'm down here slangin', rollin' with these hustlers\nTryin' to get rid of all you haters and you bustas\nSteppin' on cold, break a niggas nose\nIn the projects niggas anything goes\nBreakin' fools off 'cause I'm a No Limit soldier at ease\nNow salute, this pass me the doja\n\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\n\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\n\nFiend exercisin' this right, of exorcism bustin' out the expedition\nBullets choppin' haters business to about the size of prisms our mission\nThey heard we scary, No Limit mercenary\nNo tellin' how bad it get, because the worst'll vary\nI heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot\nThey intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot\nTank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store\n'Cause they know everything Fiend know\n\nMean mo' money mo' little Fiend still want the greens\nThe cornbread and the cabbage in your hood\nRemindin' you bitches of who the baddest\nDefinitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick 'em up\nMy uhh went twice\n(Uhh, uhh)\nAnd ended with nine, get 'em\n\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\n\nP gon' make ya say uhh, I'ma make you say ow\nI'm not Eric B but guaranteed to move this motherfuckin' crowd\nI stay on like light switches, money, 'cause I like riches\nHittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya\nNigga make 'em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip\nAfter I bust yo' shit, then after that say na, nah, nah, nah\nI hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggas\n(Uhh!)\nThey wanna know if I gangbang\n'Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas\nSo when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick\n'Cause I got a vicious right hand but ya know what? My left is quick!\n\nSilkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence?\nYou might be right 'cause I'll step in the club and say somethin'\nTo get that motherfucker start to fightin'\n(Bout it!)\nBad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through\nPG never fuckin' knockin' niggas\n'Cause I make 'em all see 3-D\nAnd P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back\nI run this motherfucker, TRU niggas\nAnd I, betcha y'all niggas ya say, \"Bet!\"\n\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\n\nWe capitalize and monopolize on everything\nWe see keep pistols drawed and cocked\nWe got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot\nCheck the spots that we got on Billboard\nThis Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes\nWant some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic\nZip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin' caskets\nWe drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto\nSo feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin' 10 niggas\nForget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia\nThe Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater\nBelieve her or see her, and get that ass embarrassed\nIf you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away\nSo stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin'\nCannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin'\n\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\nMake 'em say, uhh\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\n\nHi, I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe\nWhen they won't know how to do it\nYou could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker\nWith the braids in his hair usin' limos and choppers too\nI done paid my dues, but still played the blues\nNigga play me like you was scared to lose\nI'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news\nI was a No Limit nigga, makin' major moves\n\nI won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop\nYou can't stop me, so bitch don't try\nWe, we tru soldiers, we don't die\nWe keep rollin', na, nah, nah, nah, nah\n\nAll aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside\nThe group goin' hallelujah\nNiggaz goin' to war, got to fightin' and shootin' inside rumors\nBitches be sayin' he there, we there, beware!\nC there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mamma there, P there\nAin't no salary cap, on top of my dollars\nI roll with nothin', but them No Limit riders\nI gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high\nWatch how many bitches get wild, na, nah, na, nah\n\nMake 'em say, uhh!\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)\nMake 'em say, uhh!\n(Uhh!)\nNa, nah, na, nah\n(Na, nah, na, nah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.39] No Limit Studios, whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is?\n[00:15.97] Nigga, this rappin' 4-Tay, who is this? Oh dis P\n[00:19.15] P? Yeah dis P, P? Yeah, well if this P, lemme hear ya say uhh!\n[00:27.18] This ain't no motherfuckin' P! Man, hang the phone up\n[00:30.64] Uhh! Na, nah na nah\n[00:35.23] Make 'em say, uhh\n[00:37.42] (Uhh!)\n[00:38.08] Na, nah, na, nah\n[00:39.87] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[00:40.94] Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin' tank\n[00:43.56] Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank\n[00:46.65] 3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats\n[00:49.54] Convicts and dealers, and killers with tru tats\n[00:52.50] Never gave a fuck 'bout no hoes on our riches\n[00:55.26] And niggaz come short, I'm diggin' ditches\n[00:57.91] M.P. pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief\n[01:00.67] And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin' out some teeth\n[01:03.63] I'm down here slangin', rollin' with these hustlers\n[01:06.58] Tryin' to get rid of all you haters and you bustas\n[01:09.31] Steppin' on cold, break a niggas nose\n[01:12.24] In the projects niggas anything goes\n[01:14.92] Breakin' fools off 'cause I'm a No Limit soldier at ease\n[01:18.01] Now salute, this pass me the doja\n[01:20.47] Make 'em say, uhh\n[01:22.46] (Uhh!)\n[01:23.75] Na, nah, na, nah\n[01:25.61] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[01:26.27] Make 'em say, uhh\n[01:28.12] (Uhh!)\n[01:29.59] Na, nah, na, nah\n[01:30.53] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[01:31.82] Make 'em say, uhh\n[01:33.77] (Uhh!)\n[01:35.09] Na, nah, na, nah\n[01:36.30] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[01:36.71] Fiend exercisin' this right, of exorcism bustin' out the expedition\n[01:40.82] Bullets choppin' haters business to about the size of prisms our mission\n[01:44.02] They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary\n[01:46.50] No tellin' how bad it get, because the worst'll vary\n[01:49.39] I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot\n[01:51.96] They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot\n[01:54.86] Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store\n[01:57.64] 'Cause they know everything Fiend know\n[01:59.81] Mean mo' money mo' little Fiend still want the greens\n[02:02.17] The cornbread and the cabbage in your hood\n[02:04.31] Remindin' you bitches of who the baddest\n[02:06.22] Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick 'em up\n[02:08.74] My uhh went twice\n[02:10.04] (Uhh, uhh)\n[02:10.51] And ended with nine, get 'em\n[02:11.46] Make 'em say, uhh\n[02:13.48] (Uhh!)\n[02:14.63] Na, nah, na, nah\n[02:15.96] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[02:17.05] Make 'em say, uhh\n[02:19.09] (Uhh!)\n[02:20.32] Na, nah, na, nah\n[02:21.56] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[02:22.48] P gon' make ya say uhh, I'ma make you say ow\n[02:25.66] I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to move this motherfuckin' crowd\n[02:28.76] I stay on like light switches, money, 'cause I like riches\n[02:31.50] Hittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya\n[02:34.57] Nigga make 'em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip\n[02:37.23] After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na, nah, nah, nah\n[02:40.00] I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggas\n[02:41.97] (Uhh!)\n[02:42.16] They wanna know if I gangbang\n[02:43.42] 'Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas\n[02:45.30] So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick\n[02:48.35] 'Cause I got a vicious right hand but ya know what? My left is quick!\n[02:51.41] Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence?\n[02:53.67] You might be right 'cause I'll step in the club and say somethin'\n[02:55.31] To get that motherfucker start to fightin'\n[02:57.26] (Bout it!)\n[02:57.88] Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through\n[02:59.79] PG never fuckin' knockin' niggas\n[03:01.37] 'Cause I make 'em all see 3-D\n[03:02.80] And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back\n[03:05.23] I run this motherfucker, TRU niggas\n[03:06.61] And I, betcha y'all niggas ya say, \"Bet!\"\n[03:08.11] Make 'em say, uhh\n[03:09.78] (Uhh!)\n[03:11.20] Na, nah, na, nah\n[03:12.45] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[03:13.75] Make 'em say, uhh\n[03:15.55] (Uhh!)\n[03:16.85] Na, nah, na, nah\n[03:18.28] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[03:18.72] We capitalize and monopolize on everything\n[03:21.22] We see keep pistols drawed and cocked\n[03:23.23] We got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot\n[03:25.88] Check the spots that we got on Billboard\n[03:27.73] This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes\n[03:30.70] Want some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic\n[03:33.72] Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin' caskets\n[03:36.63] We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto\n[03:39.38] So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin' 10 niggas\n[03:42.17] Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia\n[03:45.15] The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater\n[03:47.69] Believe her or see her, and get that ass embarrassed\n[03:50.63] If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away\n[03:53.77] So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin'\n[03:56.26] Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin'\n[03:58.95] Make 'em say, uhh\n[04:00.73] (Uhh!)\n[04:02.05] Na, nah, na, nah\n[04:03.44] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[04:04.60] Make 'em say, uhh\n[04:06.36] (Uhh!)\n[04:07.87] Na, nah, na, nah\n[04:09.21] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[04:10.28] Hi, I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe\n[04:12.05] When they won't know how to do it\n[04:13.01] You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker\n[04:14.03] With the braids in his hair usin' limos and choppers too\n[04:16.11] I done paid my dues, but still played the blues\n[04:17.58] Nigga play me like you was scared to lose\n[04:19.19] I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news\n[04:20.49] I was a No Limit nigga, makin' major moves\n[04:21.89] I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop\n[04:24.62] You can't stop me, so bitch don't try\n[04:27.04] We, we tru soldiers, we don't die\n[04:30.48] We keep rollin', na, nah, nah, nah, nah\n[04:33.25] All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside\n[04:34.84] The group goin' hallelujah\n[04:35.90] Niggaz goin' to war, got to fightin' and shootin' inside rumors\n[04:39.19] Bitches be sayin' he there, we there, beware!\n[04:42.03] C there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mamma there, P there\n[04:45.08] Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars\n[04:47.55] I roll with nothin', but them No Limit riders\n[04:50.12] I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high\n[04:52.81] Watch how many bitches get wild, na, nah, na, nah\n[04:55.62] Make 'em say, uhh!\n[04:57.39] (Uhh!)\n[04:58.57] Na, nah, na, nah\n[04:59.86] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[05:01.14] Make 'em say, uhh!\n[05:02.81] (Uhh!)\n[05:04.06] Na, nah, na, nah\n[05:04.41] (Na, nah, na, nah)\n[05:04.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make 'Em Say Ugh (feat. 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Na, nah na nah\n  start_ms: 30640\n  end_ms: 35230\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 35230\n  end_ms: 37420\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 37420\n  end_ms: 38080\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 38080\n  end_ms: 39870\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 39870\n  end_ms: 40940\n- text: Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin' tank\n  start_ms: 40940\n  end_ms: 43560\n- text: Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank\n  start_ms: 43560\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: 3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49540\n- text: Convicts and dealers, and killers with tru tats\n  start_ms: 49540\n  end_ms: 52500\n- text: Never gave a fuck 'bout no hoes on our riches\n  start_ms: 52500\n  end_ms: 55260\n- text: And niggaz come short, I'm diggin' ditches\n  start_ms: 55260\n  end_ms: 57910\n- text: M.P. pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief\n  start_ms: 57910\n  end_ms: 60670\n- text: And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin' out some teeth\n  start_ms: 60670\n  end_ms: 63630\n- text: I'm down here slangin', rollin' with these hustlers\n  start_ms: 63630\n  end_ms: 66580\n- text: Tryin' to get rid of all you haters and you bustas\n  start_ms: 66580\n  end_ms: 69310\n- text: Steppin' on cold, break a niggas nose\n  start_ms: 69310\n  end_ms: 72240\n- text: In the projects niggas anything goes\n  start_ms: 72240\n  end_ms: 74920\n- text: Breakin' fools off 'cause I'm a No Limit soldier at ease\n  start_ms: 74920\n  end_ms: 78010\n- text: Now salute, this pass me the doja\n  start_ms: 78010\n  end_ms: 80470\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 80470\n  end_ms: 82460\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 82460\n  end_ms: 83750\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 83750\n  end_ms: 85610\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 85610\n  end_ms: 86270\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 86270\n  end_ms: 88120\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 88120\n  end_ms: 89590\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 89590\n  end_ms: 90530\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 90530\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 91820\n  end_ms: 93770\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 93770\n  end_ms: 95090\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 95090\n  end_ms: 96300\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 96300\n  end_ms: 96710\n- text: Fiend exercisin' this right, of exorcism bustin' out the expedition\n  start_ms: 96710\n  end_ms: 100820\n- text: Bullets choppin' haters business to about the size of prisms our mission\n  start_ms: 100820\n  end_ms: 104020\n- text: They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary\n  start_ms: 104020\n  end_ms: 106500\n- text: No tellin' how bad it get, because the worst'll vary\n  start_ms: 106500\n  end_ms: 109390\n- text: I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot\n  start_ms: 109390\n  end_ms: 111960\n- text: They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot\n  start_ms: 111960\n  end_ms: 114860\n- text: Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store\n  start_ms: 114860\n  end_ms: 117640\n- text: '''Cause they know everything Fiend know'\n  start_ms: 117640\n  end_ms: 119810\n- text: Mean mo' money mo' little Fiend still want the greens\n  start_ms: 119810\n  end_ms: 122170\n- text: The cornbread and the cabbage in your hood\n  start_ms: 122170\n  end_ms: 124310\n- text: Remindin' you bitches of who the baddest\n  start_ms: 124310\n  end_ms: 126220\n- text: Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick 'em up\n  start_ms: 126220\n  end_ms: 128740\n- text: My uhh went twice\n  start_ms: 128740\n  end_ms: 130040\n- text: (Uhh, uhh)\n  start_ms: 130040\n  end_ms: 130510\n- text: And ended with nine, get 'em\n  start_ms: 130510\n  end_ms: 131460\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 131460\n  end_ms: 133480\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 133480\n  end_ms: 134630\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 134630\n  end_ms: 135960\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 135960\n  end_ms: 137050\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 137050\n  end_ms: 139090\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 139090\n  end_ms: 140320\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 140320\n  end_ms: 141560\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 141560\n  end_ms: 142480\n- text: P gon' make ya say uhh, I'ma make you say ow\n  start_ms: 142480\n  end_ms: 145660\n- text: I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to move this motherfuckin' crowd\n  start_ms: 145660\n  end_ms: 148760\n- text: I stay on like light switches, money, 'cause I like riches\n  start_ms: 148760\n  end_ms: 151500\n- text: Hittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya\n  start_ms: 151500\n  end_ms: 154570\n- text: Nigga make 'em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip\n  start_ms: 154570\n  end_ms: 157230\n- text: After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na, nah, nah, nah\n  start_ms: 157230\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggas\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 161970\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 161970\n  end_ms: 162160\n- text: They wanna know if I gangbang\n  start_ms: 162160\n  end_ms: 163420\n- text: '''Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas'\n  start_ms: 163420\n  end_ms: 165300\n- text: So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick\n  start_ms: 165300\n  end_ms: 168350\n- text: '''Cause I got a vicious right hand but ya know what? My left is quick!'\n  start_ms: 168350\n  end_ms: 171410\n- text: Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence?\n  start_ms: 171410\n  end_ms: 173670\n- text: You might be right 'cause I'll step in the club and say somethin'\n  start_ms: 173670\n  end_ms: 175310\n- text: To get that motherfucker start to fightin'\n  start_ms: 175310\n  end_ms: 177260\n- text: (Bout it!)\n  start_ms: 177260\n  end_ms: 177880\n- text: Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through\n  start_ms: 177880\n  end_ms: 179790\n- text: PG never fuckin' knockin' niggas\n  start_ms: 179790\n  end_ms: 181370\n- text: '''Cause I make ''em all see 3-D'\n  start_ms: 181370\n  end_ms: 182800\n- text: And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back\n  start_ms: 182800\n  end_ms: 185230\n- text: I run this motherfucker, TRU niggas\n  start_ms: 185230\n  end_ms: 186610\n- text: And I, betcha y'all niggas ya say, \"Bet!\"\n  start_ms: 186610\n  end_ms: 188110\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 188110\n  end_ms: 189780\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 189780\n  end_ms: 191200\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 191200\n  end_ms: 192450\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 192450\n  end_ms: 193750\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 193750\n  end_ms: 195550\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 195550\n  end_ms: 196850\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 196850\n  end_ms: 198280\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 198280\n  end_ms: 198720\n- text: We capitalize and monopolize on everything\n  start_ms: 198720\n  end_ms: 201220\n- text: We see keep pistols drawed and cocked\n  start_ms: 201220\n  end_ms: 203230\n- text: We got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot\n  start_ms: 203230\n  end_ms: 205880\n- text: Check the spots that we got on Billboard\n  start_ms: 205880\n  end_ms: 207730\n- text: This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes\n  start_ms: 207730\n  end_ms: 210700\n- text: Want some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic\n  start_ms: 210700\n  end_ms: 213720\n- text: Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin' caskets\n  start_ms: 213720\n  end_ms: 216630\n- text: We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 216630\n  end_ms: 219380\n- text: So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin' 10 niggas\n  start_ms: 219380\n  end_ms: 222170\n- text: Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia\n  start_ms: 222170\n  end_ms: 225150\n- text: The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater\n  start_ms: 225150\n  end_ms: 227690\n- text: Believe her or see her, and get that ass embarrassed\n  start_ms: 227690\n  end_ms: 230630\n- text: If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away\n  start_ms: 230630\n  end_ms: 233770\n- text: So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin'\n  start_ms: 233770\n  end_ms: 236260\n- text: Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin'\n  start_ms: 236260\n  end_ms: 238950\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 238950\n  end_ms: 240730\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 240730\n  end_ms: 242050\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 242050\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 243440\n  end_ms: 244600\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh\n  start_ms: 244600\n  end_ms: 246360\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 246360\n  end_ms: 247870\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 247870\n  end_ms: 249210\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 249210\n  end_ms: 250280\n- text: Hi, I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe\n  start_ms: 250280\n  end_ms: 252050\n- text: When they won't know how to do it\n  start_ms: 252050\n  end_ms: 253010\n- text: You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker\n  start_ms: 253010\n  end_ms: 254030\n- text: With the braids in his hair usin' limos and choppers too\n  start_ms: 254030\n  end_ms: 256110\n- text: I done paid my dues, but still played the blues\n  start_ms: 256110\n  end_ms: 257580\n- text: Nigga play me like you was scared to lose\n  start_ms: 257580\n  end_ms: 259190\n- text: I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news\n  start_ms: 259190\n  end_ms: 260490\n- text: I was a No Limit nigga, makin' major moves\n  start_ms: 260490\n  end_ms: 261890\n- text: I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop\n  start_ms: 261890\n  end_ms: 264620\n- text: You can't stop me, so bitch don't try\n  start_ms: 264620\n  end_ms: 267040\n- text: We, we tru soldiers, we don't die\n  start_ms: 267040\n  end_ms: 270480\n- text: We keep rollin', na, nah, nah, nah, nah\n  start_ms: 270480\n  end_ms: 273250\n- text: All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside\n  start_ms: 273250\n  end_ms: 274840\n- text: The group goin' hallelujah\n  start_ms: 274840\n  end_ms: 275900\n- text: Niggaz goin' to war, got to fightin' and shootin' inside rumors\n  start_ms: 275900\n  end_ms: 279190\n- text: Bitches be sayin' he there, we there, beware!\n  start_ms: 279190\n  end_ms: 282030\n- text: C there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mamma there, P there\n  start_ms: 282030\n  end_ms: 285080\n- text: Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars\n  start_ms: 285080\n  end_ms: 287550\n- text: I roll with nothin', but them No Limit riders\n  start_ms: 287550\n  end_ms: 290120\n- text: I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high\n  start_ms: 290120\n  end_ms: 292810\n- text: Watch how many bitches get wild, na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 292810\n  end_ms: 295620\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh!\n  start_ms: 295620\n  end_ms: 297390\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 297390\n  end_ms: 298570\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 298570\n  end_ms: 299860\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 299860\n  end_ms: 301140\n- text: Make 'em say, uhh!\n  start_ms: 301140\n  end_ms: 302810\n- text: (Uhh!)\n  start_ms: 302810\n  end_ms: 304060\n- text: Na, nah, na, nah\n  start_ms: 304060\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 304590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304590\nplain: |-\n  No Limit Studios, whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is?\n  Nigga, this rappin' 4-Tay, who is this? Oh dis P\n  P? Yeah dis P, P? Yeah, well if this P, lemme hear ya say uhh!\n  This ain't no motherfuckin' P! Man, hang the phone up\n\n  Uhh! Na, nah na nah\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n\n  Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin' tank\n  Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank\n  3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats\n  Convicts and dealers, and killers with tru tats\n  Never gave a fuck 'bout no hoes on our riches\n  And niggaz come short, I'm diggin' ditches\n  M.P. pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief\n  And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin' out some teeth\n\n  I'm down here slangin', rollin' with these hustlers\n  Tryin' to get rid of all you haters and you bustas\n  Steppin' on cold, break a niggas nose\n  In the projects niggas anything goes\n  Breakin' fools off 'cause I'm a No Limit soldier at ease\n  Now salute, this pass me the doja\n\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n\n  Fiend exercisin' this right, of exorcism bustin' out the expedition\n  Bullets choppin' haters business to about the size of prisms our mission\n  They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary\n  No tellin' how bad it get, because the worst'll vary\n  I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot\n  They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot\n  Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store\n  'Cause they know everything Fiend know\n\n  Mean mo' money mo' little Fiend still want the greens\n  The cornbread and the cabbage in your hood\n  Remindin' you bitches of who the baddest\n  Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick 'em up\n  My uhh went twice\n  (Uhh, uhh)\n  And ended with nine, get 'em\n\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n\n  P gon' make ya say uhh, I'ma make you say ow\n  I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to move this motherfuckin' crowd\n  I stay on like light switches, money, 'cause I like riches\n  Hittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya\n  Nigga make 'em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip\n  After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na, nah, nah, nah\n  I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggas\n  (Uhh!)\n  They wanna know if I gangbang\n  'Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas\n  So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick\n  'Cause I got a vicious right hand but ya know what? My left is quick!\n\n  Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence?\n  You might be right 'cause I'll step in the club and say somethin'\n  To get that motherfucker start to fightin'\n  (Bout it!)\n  Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through\n  PG never fuckin' knockin' niggas\n  'Cause I make 'em all see 3-D\n  And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back\n  I run this motherfucker, TRU niggas\n  And I, betcha y'all niggas ya say, \"Bet!\"\n\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n\n  We capitalize and monopolize on everything\n  We see keep pistols drawed and cocked\n  We got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot\n  Check the spots that we got on Billboard\n  This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes\n  Want some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic\n  Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin' caskets\n  We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto\n  So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin' 10 niggas\n  Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia\n  The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater\n  Believe her or see her, and get that ass embarrassed\n  If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away\n  So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin'\n  Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin'\n\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  Make 'em say, uhh\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n\n  Hi, I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe\n  When they won't know how to do it\n  You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker\n  With the braids in his hair usin' limos and choppers too\n  I done paid my dues, but still played the blues\n  Nigga play me like you was scared to lose\n  I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news\n  I was a No Limit nigga, makin' major moves\n\n  I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop\n  You can't stop me, so bitch don't try\n  We, we tru soldiers, we don't die\n  We keep rollin', na, nah, nah, nah, nah\n\n  All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside\n  The group goin' hallelujah\n  Niggaz goin' to war, got to fightin' and shootin' inside rumors\n  Bitches be sayin' he there, we there, beware!\n  C there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mamma there, P there\n  Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars\n  I roll with nothin', but them No Limit riders\n  I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high\n  Watch how many bitches get wild, na, nah, na, nah\n\n  Make 'em say, uhh!\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n  Make 'em say, uhh!\n  (Uhh!)\n  Na, nah, na, nah\n  (Na, nah, na, nah)\n"}]