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Bullets hittin' the goal\n[01:44.27] Bitch I'm like John Wall cause I just give em and go\n[01:47.74] Plotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling\n[01:51.07] Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen\n[01:54.66] Got a put my cologne, all them snitches could hold em\n[01:57.94] Look at them muthaf-ckin' wheels, them bitches is stolen\n[02:01.20] They screamin'\n[02:02.17] Tupac back, Tupac back\n[02:05.01] There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back\n[02:08.38] All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'\n[02:11.73] Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen\n[02:15.09] Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby\n[02:18.42] But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes\n[02:21.74] They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back\n[02:25.52] There's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back\n[02:28.82] Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead\n[02:32.46] Catch the n-gga that did it, and we gon' carry his head\n[02:35.77] F-ck 911, tell em have him in?\n[02:39.36] Talking Death Row records, tell em have me a chair\n[02:42.61] Let it burn, I'm screaming free my n-gga Earl?\n[02:46.27] He's due in, no hestitation we can't even get a turn\n[02:49.53] And my Mackaveli CD then I listened than I learned\n[02:52.99] Grabbed my Mac above the dresser, my OG's say hold it firm\n[02:56.43] I'm dreaming spitting with Pac, cyphers with BIG\n[02:59.53] Try to send me upstate with the license?\n[03:02.77] Had me scraping ym wax, sleeping, my knife in the bed\n[03:06.49] Got a n-gga on point like there'sa price on my head\n[03:10.01] I going max, got me knocking suckers and they back\n[03:13.31] In the cell, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap\n[03:16.92] But don't ever get it twisted it's Meek Mill spittin' facts\n[03:20.43] PLus somebody said they seen it and they mean it so they steady screaming\n[03:24.31] Tupac back, Tupac back\n[03:27.09] There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back\n[03:30.47] All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'\n[03:33.76] Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen\n[03:37.35] Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby\n[03:40.62] But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes\n[03:44.07] They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back\n[03:47.51] There's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back\n[03:51.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tupac Back (feat. 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Bullets hittin' the goal\nBitch I'm like John Wall cause I just give em and go\nPlotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling\nPockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen\n\nGot a put my cologne, all them snitches could hold em\n\nLook at them muthaf-ckin' wheels, them bitches is stolen\nThey screamin'\nTupac back, Tupac back\nThere's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back\nAll eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'\n\nBuying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen\nStranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby\nBut I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes\nThey screaming Tupac back, Tupac back\nThere's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back\nMommy a soldier, daddy is dead\nCatch the n-gga that did it, and we gon' carry his head\nF-ck 911, tell em have him in?\nTalking Death Row records, tell em have me a chair\nLet it burn, I'm screaming free my n-gga Earl?\nHe's due in, no hestitation we can't even get a turn\nAnd my Mackaveli CD then I listened than I learned\nGrabbed my Mac above the dresser, my OG's say hold it firm\nI'm dreaming spitting with Pac, cyphers with BIG\nTry to send me upstate with the license?\nHad me scraping ym wax, sleeping, my knife in the bed\n\nGot a n-gga on point like there'sa price on my head\nI going max, got me knocking suckers and they back\nIn the cell, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap\nBut don't ever get it twisted it's Meek Mill spittin' facts\nPLus somebody said they seen it and they mean it so they steady screaming\nTupac back, Tupac back\nThere's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back\nAll eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'\nBuying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen\nStranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby\nBut I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes\nThey screaming Tupac back, Tupac back\nThere's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back","syncedLyrics":"[00:39.60] Tupac back, Tupac back\n[00:42.73] There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back\n[00:46.10] All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'\n[00:49.43] Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen\n[00:53.03] Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby\n[00:56.34] But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes\n[00:59.65] They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back\n[01:03.01] There's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back\n[01:06.56] Huh, Tupac back, I'm 2 glocks strapped\n[01:10.39] Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq\n[01:13.46] Soon as I hit the the hood they screaming who got wacked\n[01:16.89] It's a recession on the work, I'm screaming who got crack\n[01:20.38] I'm sippin Hennessy, riding on my muthaf-cking enemies\n[01:25.35] Sliding in the back screamin MMG (Maybach Music)\n[01:28.98] 10 bitches and they dime so it's Tennessee\n[01:32.25] Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze\n[01:36.02] Presidential is gold\n[01:37.53] N-gga play with my money my Jeweller lifting his soul\n[01:40.89] 40 kick like in soccer? Bullets hittin' the goal\n[01:44.27] Bitch I'm like John Wall cause I just give em and go\n[01:47.74] Plotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling\n[01:51.07] Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen\n[01:54.66] Got a put my cologne, all them snitches could hold em\n[01:57.94] Look at them muthaf-ckin' wheels, them bitches is stolen\n[02:01.20] They screamin'\n[02:02.17] Tupac back, Tupac back\n[02:05.01] There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back\n[02:08.38] All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'\n[02:11.73] Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen\n[02:15.09] Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby\n[02:18.42] But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes\n[02:21.74] They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back\n[02:25.52] There's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back\n[02:28.82] Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead\n[02:32.46] Catch the n-gga that did it, and we gon' carry his head\n[02:35.77] F-ck 911, tell em have him in?\n[02:39.36] Talking Death Row records, tell em have me a chair\n[02:42.61] Let it burn, I'm screaming free my n-gga Earl?\n[02:46.27] He's due in, no hestitation we can't even get a turn\n[02:49.53] And my Mackaveli CD then I listened than I learned\n[02:52.99] Grabbed my Mac above the dresser, my OG's say hold it firm\n[02:56.43] I'm dreaming spitting with Pac, cyphers with BIG\n[02:59.53] Try to send me upstate with the license?\n[03:02.77] Had me scraping ym wax, sleeping, my knife in the bed\n[03:06.49] Got a n-gga on point like there'sa price on my head\n[03:10.01] I going max, got me knocking suckers and they back\n[03:13.31] In the cell, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap\n[03:16.92] But don't ever get it twisted it's Meek Mill spittin' facts\n[03:20.43] PLus somebody said they seen it and they mean it so they steady screaming\n[03:24.31] Tupac back, Tupac back\n[03:27.09] There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back\n[03:30.47] All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'\n[03:33.76] Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen\n[03:37.35] Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby\n[03:40.62] But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes\n[03:44.07] They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back\n[03:47.51] There's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back\n[03:51.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tupac Back (feat. 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And it's up to the world, you know?\n\nAmerica eats its babies, we-, I'm-\nNo matter what y'all think about me\nI'm still your child, you know what I'm sayin'?\nYou can't just turn me off like that (turn me off like that, turn me off like that)\nHuh! Huh! Huh! (Huh! Huh!)\nM-M-M-M-Maybach Music (Maybach Music, Maybach Music)\n\nTupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\nThere's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back (Tupac back)\nAll eyes on me (me), better Picture Me rollin' (rollin')\nBuyin' brand-new rims, but them bitches is stolen (stolen)\nStranded on death row (row), Brenda havin' my baby (baby)\nBut I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand-new Mercedes\nThey screamin' (they screamin'), \"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\nThere's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back (Tupac back)\n\nHuh, Tupac back (back), I'm two Glocks strapped (strapped)\nRollin' down in Philly this the new Iraq (new Iraq)\nSoon as I hit the hood, they screamin' \"Who got wacked?\" (Got wacked)\nIt's a recession on the work, I'm screamin', \"Who got crack?\" (Who got crack?)\nI'm sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy), ridin' on my motherfuckin' enemies (enemies)\nSlidin' in the back screamin' \"MMG\" (MMG, Maybach Music)\nTen bitches and they dime, so it's Tennessee (Tennessee)\nHail Mary, put my wrist on froze (froze)\n\nPresidential is gold (gold)\nNigga play with my money my Jeweller liftin' his soul (soul, blow!)\n40 kick like in soccer (soccer)? Bullets hittin' the goal (goal)\nBitch, I'm like John Wall 'cause I just give 'em and go (give 'em and go)\nPlottin' on this new seven, I can picture me rollin' (rollin')\nPockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen (swollen)\nGot a put my cologne, all them snitches could hold 'em\nLook at them motherfuckin' wheels, them bitches is stolen (wheels)\n\nThey screamin'\n\"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\nThere's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back (Tupac back)\nAll eyes on me (me), better Picture Me rollin' (rollin')\nBuyin' brand-new rims, but them bitches is stolen (stolen)\nStranded on death row (row), Brenda havin' my baby (baby)\nBut I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand-new Mercedes\nThey screamin' (they screamin'), \"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\nThere's all these bitches screamin' that \"Tupac back\" (Tupac back)\n\nMommy a soldier (soldier), daddy is dead (dead)\nThey catch the nigga that did it, and we gon' carry his head (head)\nFuck the 9-1-1, tell 'em have him a bed (a bed)\nTalkin' Death Row Records, tell 'em have me a chair (tell 'em)\nLet it burn (burn), I'm screamin' free my nigga, Earl?\nHe's due in, no hesitation we can't even get a turn\nAnd my Mackaveli CD, then I listened than I learned\nGrabbed my Mac' above the dresser, my O.Gs say, \"Hold it firm\"\n\nI'm dreamin' spittin' with Pac (Pac), and cyphers with B.I.G (B.I.G)\nTried to send me Upstate, with the lifers and bid\nHad me scrapin' my wax, sleepin', my knife in the bed\nThey got a nigga on point like theres a price on my head\nI goin' max (max), got me knockin' suckers and they back\nIn the cell, raisin' hell, tryna get back to the trap\nBut don't ever get it twisted, it's Meek Milly spittin' facts (Meek Milly)\nPlus somebody said they seen it, and they mean it, so they steady screamin'\n\n\"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\nThere's all these bitches screamin' that \"Tupac back\" (Tupac back)\nAll eyes on me (me), better Picture Me rollin' (rollin')\nBuyin' brand-new rims, but them bitches is stolen (stolen)\nStranded on death row (row), Brenda havin' my baby (baby)\nBut I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand-new Mercedes\nThey screamin' (they screamin'), \"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\nThere's all these bitches screamin' that \"Tupac back\" (Tupac back)\n\nM-M-M-M-Maybach Music (Maybach Music, Maybach Music)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05] I'm already convicted\n[00:01.53] My whole life has been turned around\n[00:02.75] I lost every job, I lost everythin', every opportunity I can get\n[00:06.34] Can't get-, buy cars, can't get rent, can't get none of that\n[00:09.21] But I'm still a survivor, y'know, I'm still comin' to court\n[00:11.66] Still smilin', still signin' autographs, but soon I'ma go crazy!\n[00:15.07] You know what I'm sayin'? And it's up to the world, you know?\n[00:17.11] America eats its babies, we-, I'm-\n[00:19.09] No matter what y'all think about me\n[00:20.65] I'm still your child, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:21.71] You can't just turn me off like that (turn me off like that, turn me off like that)\n[00:29.53] Huh! Huh! Huh! (Huh! Huh!)\n[00:34.62] M-M-M-M-Maybach Music (Maybach Music, Maybach Music)\n[00:39.37] Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\n[00:42.79] There's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back (Tupac back)\n[00:46.19] All eyes on me (me), better Picture Me rollin' (rollin')\n[00:49.49] Buyin' brand-new rims, but them bitches is stolen (stolen)\n[00:53.02] Stranded on death row (row), Brenda havin' my baby (baby)\n[00:56.33] But I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand-new Mercedes\n[00:59.48] They screamin' (they screamin'), \"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\n[01:03.05] There's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back (Tupac back)\n[01:06.54] Huh, Tupac back (back), I'm two Glocks strapped (strapped)\n[01:10.30] Rollin' down in Philly this the new Iraq (new Iraq)\n[01:13.49] Soon as I hit the hood, they screamin' \"Who got wacked?\" (Got wacked)\n[01:16.83] It's a recession on the work, I'm screamin', \"Who got crack?\" (Who got crack?)\n[01:20.38] I'm sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy), ridin' on my motherfuckin' enemies (enemies)\n[01:25.75] Slidin' in the back screamin' \"MMG\" (MMG, Maybach Music)\n[01:28.92] Ten bitches and they dime, so it's Tennessee (Tennessee)\n[01:32.21] Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze (froze)\n[01:36.02] Presidential is gold (gold)\n[01:37.49] Nigga play with my money my Jeweller liftin' his soul (soul, blow!)\n[01:40.87] 40 kick like in soccer (soccer)? Bullets hittin' the goal (goal)\n[01:44.25] Bitch, I'm like John Wall 'cause I just give 'em and go (give 'em and go)\n[01:47.74] Plottin' on this new seven, I can picture me rollin' (rollin')\n[01:51.01] Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen (swollen)\n[01:54.65] Got a put my cologne, all them snitches could hold 'em\n[01:57.90] Look at them motherfuckin' wheels, them bitches is stolen (wheels)\n[02:01.28] They screamin'\n[02:02.16] \"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\n[02:05.08] There's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back (Tupac back)\n[02:08.35] All eyes on me (me), better Picture Me rollin' (rollin')\n[02:11.78] Buyin' brand-new rims, but them bitches is stolen (stolen)\n[02:15.02] Stranded on death row (row), Brenda havin' my baby (baby)\n[02:18.46] But I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand-new Mercedes\n[02:21.67] They screamin' (they screamin'), \"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\n[02:25.51] There's all these bitches screamin' that \"Tupac back\" (Tupac back)\n[02:28.86] Mommy a soldier (soldier), daddy is dead (dead)\n[02:31.95] They catch the nigga that did it, and we gon' carry his head (head)\n[02:35.73] Fuck the 9-1-1, tell 'em have him a bed (a bed)\n[02:39.38] Talkin' Death Row Records, tell 'em have me a chair (tell 'em)\n[02:42.64] Let it burn (burn), I'm screamin' free my nigga, Earl?\n[02:46.29] He's due in, no hesitation we can't even get a turn\n[02:49.52] And my Mackaveli CD, then I listened than I learned\n[02:52.94] Grabbed my Mac' above the dresser, my O.Gs say, \"Hold it firm\"\n[02:56.48] I'm dreamin' spittin' with Pac (Pac), and cyphers with B.I.G (B.I.G)\n[02:59.55] Tried to send me Upstate, with the lifers and bid\n[03:02.73] Had me scrapin' my wax, sleepin', my knife in the bed\n[03:06.43] They got a nigga on point like theres a price on my head\n[03:10.08] I goin' max (max), got me knockin' suckers and they back\n[03:13.35] In the cell, raisin' hell, tryna get back to the trap\n[03:16.95] But don't ever get it twisted, it's Meek Milly spittin' facts (Meek Milly)\n[03:20.47] Plus somebody said they seen it, and they mean it, so they steady screamin'\n[03:24.32] \"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\n[03:27.01] There's all these bitches screamin' that \"Tupac back\" (Tupac back)\n[03:30.41] All eyes on me (me), better Picture Me rollin' (rollin')\n[03:33.74] Buyin' brand-new rims, but them bitches is stolen (stolen)\n[03:37.36] Stranded on death row (row), Brenda havin' my baby (baby)\n[03:40.62] But I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand-new Mercedes\n[03:44.02] They screamin' (they screamin'), \"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\n[03:47.53] There's all these bitches screamin' that \"Tupac back\" (Tupac back)\n[03:50.71] M-M-M-M-Maybach Music (Maybach Music, Maybach Music)\n[03:54.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tupac Back (Featuring Rick Ross)\n artist: Meek Mill\n album: 'MMG Presents: Self Made, Vol. 1'\n duration_ms: 237000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm already convicted\n start_ms: 50\n end_ms: 1530\n- text: My whole life has been turned around\n start_ms: 1530\n end_ms: 2750\n- text: I lost every job, I lost everythin', every opportunity I can get\n start_ms: 2750\n end_ms: 6340\n- text: Can't get-, buy cars, can't get rent, can't get none of that\n start_ms: 6340\n end_ms: 9210\n- text: But I'm still a survivor, y'know, I'm still comin' to court\n start_ms: 9210\n end_ms: 11660\n- text: Still smilin', still signin' autographs, but soon I'ma go crazy!\n start_ms: 11660\n end_ms: 15070\n- text: You know what I'm sayin'? 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And it's up to the world, you know?\n\n America eats its babies, we-, I'm-\n No matter what y'all think about me\n I'm still your child, you know what I'm sayin'?\n You can't just turn me off like that (turn me off like that, turn me off like that)\n Huh! Huh! Huh! (Huh! Huh!)\n M-M-M-M-Maybach Music (Maybach Music, Maybach Music)\n\n Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\n There's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back (Tupac back)\n All eyes on me (me), better Picture Me rollin' (rollin')\n Buyin' brand-new rims, but them bitches is stolen (stolen)\n Stranded on death row (row), Brenda havin' my baby (baby)\n But I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand-new Mercedes\n They screamin' (they screamin'), \"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\n There's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back (Tupac back)\n\n Huh, Tupac back (back), I'm two Glocks strapped (strapped)\n Rollin' down in Philly this the new Iraq (new Iraq)\n Soon as I hit the hood, they screamin' \"Who got wacked?\" (Got wacked)\n It's a recession on the work, I'm screamin', \"Who got crack?\" (Who got crack?)\n I'm sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy), ridin' on my motherfuckin' enemies (enemies)\n Slidin' in the back screamin' \"MMG\" (MMG, Maybach Music)\n Ten bitches and they dime, so it's Tennessee (Tennessee)\n Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze (froze)\n\n Presidential is gold (gold)\n Nigga play with my money my Jeweller liftin' his soul (soul, blow!)\n 40 kick like in soccer (soccer)? Bullets hittin' the goal (goal)\n Bitch, I'm like John Wall 'cause I just give 'em and go (give 'em and go)\n Plottin' on this new seven, I can picture me rollin' (rollin')\n Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen (swollen)\n Got a put my cologne, all them snitches could hold 'em\n Look at them motherfuckin' wheels, them bitches is stolen (wheels)\n\n They screamin'\n \"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\n There's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back (Tupac back)\n All eyes on me (me), better Picture Me rollin' (rollin')\n Buyin' brand-new rims, but them bitches is stolen (stolen)\n Stranded on death row (row), Brenda havin' my baby (baby)\n But I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand-new Mercedes\n They screamin' (they screamin'), \"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\n There's all these bitches screamin' that \"Tupac back\" (Tupac back)\n\n Mommy a soldier (soldier), daddy is dead (dead)\n They catch the nigga that did it, and we gon' carry his head (head)\n Fuck the 9-1-1, tell 'em have him a bed (a bed)\n Talkin' Death Row Records, tell 'em have me a chair (tell 'em)\n Let it burn (burn), I'm screamin' free my nigga, Earl?\n He's due in, no hesitation we can't even get a turn\n And my Mackaveli CD, then I listened than I learned\n Grabbed my Mac' above the dresser, my O.Gs say, \"Hold it firm\"\n\n I'm dreamin' spittin' with Pac (Pac), and cyphers with B.I.G (B.I.G)\n Tried to send me Upstate, with the lifers and bid\n Had me scrapin' my wax, sleepin', my knife in the bed\n They got a nigga on point like theres a price on my head\n I goin' max (max), got me knockin' suckers and they back\n In the cell, raisin' hell, tryna get back to the trap\n But don't ever get it twisted, it's Meek Milly spittin' facts (Meek Milly)\n Plus somebody said they seen it, and they mean it, so they steady screamin'\n\n \"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\n There's all these bitches screamin' that \"Tupac back\" (Tupac back)\n All eyes on me (me), better Picture Me rollin' (rollin')\n Buyin' brand-new rims, but them bitches is stolen (stolen)\n Stranded on death row (row), Brenda havin' my baby (baby)\n But I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand-new Mercedes\n They screamin' (they screamin'), \"Tupac back (back), Tupac back (back)\"\n There's all these bitches screamin' that \"Tupac back\" (Tupac back)\n\n M-M-M-M-Maybach Music (Maybach Music, Maybach Music)\n"}]