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I'll keep on chuggin' this bottle until this shit get violent\nIt's red rum when I'm dumpin' these hollows and it get stuck in ya noggin' and everything go silent\nVroom vroom, I pull up in the Audi and I start dumpin' the bodies until they all start pilin'\nWho knew I'm in front of ya body with a slug in a shotty, tell 'em all to come outside then\nWho want the smoke?\nI ain't into beefin' on the internet\nI'd rather fill your crew up with holes\nDon't get too comfortable 'cause when I get to cookin I'm lookin' to turn it up until I blew up the stove\nSo just do what you're told, I grew up a screw up\nMy crew will come chew up who you love the most\nBitch, I grew up on Bone\nThugs-N-Harmony so I threw up a toast til I puke up Patron like woah\nWelcome to the scene of the crime\nPlease, don't make me turn this heat up on this beef, I'ma ride\nI'ma different kind of demon, you can see in my eyes\nI'm beatin' the odds, I'm comin' for the piece of my pie\nI had to reinvent the scene so I could keep it alive\nSo, I could promise, you don't want to meet the creature inside\nI think I need to take a breather, I'ma leave it behind\nOr I'ma blow your brains and get a piece of your mind (Ouch)\n\nI'm still bumpin' that Bone, Bone, Bone\nYou get a headshot to your dome, dome, dome\nI did all this by my own, own, own\nSo, please stay the fuck out of my zone, zone, zone\nI'm still yellin' Mo' Murda' at Tha Crossroads\nFoe tha Love of Money, you get shot on your walk home\nAll I need's Thug Luv like Pac, though\n2021, yellin', \"Free El Chapo\"\n\nSomebody better tell them ain't nobody fuckin' with Bone\nYou motherfuckers can't do nothin' with Bone\nThe real men here, we done heard enough of you hoes\nIt's a lot of you niggas never get on\nI'ma expose you niggas, I done told you niggas\nIt's a lot of talent but they ain't even close to a nigga\nThey know rhythm but the real creators of originality\nKill 'em is they mentality, beat 'em to reality\nis non-existent, I'm consistent\nI'm convinced I'm the illest around\nThat nigga flow goes miles and distance, style relentless\nSound distinguished, my niggas can vouch\nI tell 'em ain't no competition, I figured 'em out\nIt ain't too much that none them niggas about\nLegendary big and don't even need the clout\nThink of a reason to doubt, never no reason to lie\nslide in the house while bloody murda on you\nTell them to never come back 'round here no more\nOr it's gon' get ugly\nCan't touch me, untouchable\nSpit at you, I ain't got to get at you\nI been at you, nigga\n\nNo matter what, I keep havin' nightmares\nWhen drama pop off and I'll be right there\nIt's about to be a homicide\nFuck around and die\nIt's about to be a homicide\nIt's about to be a homicide\n\nL-Burna\nWho up to challenges us? You up the cameras\nGot a call for work so I flew up to Canada\nKnown to put in work I got the stamina\nThe 1st through the 31st, I'm rollin' up the cannabis\nOperatin' at an all-time high\nMiddle fingers to the sky and I'm all the time high\nNever been a small guy, they demand I supply\nFrom Japan to the Y, I command niggas right\nGet acquainted with the five-star General\nThe pictures that I paint, they define fine criminals\nVictory is owed, I survive by miracles\nAt 50 years old, I'ma fly 'cause I'm lyrical\nI'm from the same vein is made of\nStill the chain gang, ain't nobody fade us\nI earn to maintain, greatest\nGame never change and Bone still creative\n\nI make a nigga get cocky, you a bitch? You unbox me\nDo what I wanna, you finna get a pump in your face\nI'm thuggin' and buggin', you stupid motherfucker, you ain't\nRemember me? I'm on the Art of War with no paint on my face\nThey can't rap with me\nActually, dastardly, bastard\nThe master, the cash, fill it faster and faster\nThe alpha revolver, with .38. I plaster you niggas\nI know tips\nI'm the GOAT, don't ask me anything, I spoke\nI wish a nigga would test my bag\n'Cause little Bizzy, he be always ready to bust down\nAlways got a gun\nYou bitch, nigga, that's my swag\nA nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga\n'nother motherfucker let me give it a win\nFor another motherfuck up again, I fuck up again\ncompany rappin' again\nEverybody, anybody know I pull out my pen\nof hard time to catch a fade in my prime\nBut I made it, I grind\n\nMy niggas always on time\nMy nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\nWe finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\nMy nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\nWe finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n\nNo matter what, I keep havin' nightmares\nWhen drama pop off and I'll be right there\nIt's about to be a homicide\nFuck around, walk and die\nIt's about to be a homicide\nIt's about to be a homicide\n\nBe a homicide\nYou walk or die\nBe a homicide\nHomicide\n'Bout to be a homicide\nWalk or die\nBe a homicide\nIt's about to be a homicide","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.78] My nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n[00:05.17] We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n[00:08.92] My nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n[00:13.23] We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n[00:14.72] Please, tell me what the fuck is the problem? I'll keep on chuggin' this bottle until this shit get violent\n[00:18.11] It's red rum when I'm dumpin' these hollows and it get stuck in ya noggin' and everything go silent\n[00:21.99] Vroom vroom, I pull up in the Audi and I start dumpin' the bodies until they all start pilin'\n[00:25.41] Who knew I'm in front of ya body with a slug in a shotty, tell 'em all to come outside then\n[00:29.23] Who want the smoke?\n[00:29.97] I ain't into beefin' on the internet\n[00:31.25] I'd rather fill your crew up with holes\n[00:32.52] Don't get too comfortable 'cause when I get to cookin I'm lookin' to turn it up until I blew up the stove\n[00:36.22] So just do what you're told, I grew up a screw up\n[00:38.18] My crew will come chew up who you love the most\n[00:40.19] Bitch, I grew up on Bone\n[00:41.10] Thugs-N-Harmony so I threw up a toast til I puke up Patron like woah\n[00:44.33] Welcome to the scene of the crime\n[00:45.66] Please, don't make me turn this heat up on this beef, I'ma ride\n[00:47.76] I'ma different kind of demon, you can see in my eyes\n[00:49.29] I'm beatin' the odds, I'm comin' for the piece of my pie\n[00:51.32] I had to reinvent the scene so I could keep it alive\n[00:52.88] So, I could promise, you don't want to meet the creature inside\n[00:54.58] I think I need to take a breather, I'ma leave it behind\n[00:56.56] Or I'ma blow your brains and get a piece of your mind (Ouch)\n[00:58.83] I'm still bumpin' that Bone, Bone, Bone\n[01:00.73] You get a headshot to your dome, dome, dome\n[01:02.44] I did all this by my own, own, own\n[01:04.37] So, please stay the fuck out of my zone, zone, zone\n[01:06.15] I'm still yellin' Mo' Murda' at Tha Crossroads\n[01:07.99] Foe tha Love of Money, you get shot on your walk home\n[01:10.09] All I need's Thug Luv like Pac, though\n[01:11.53] 2021, yellin', \"Free El Chapo\"\n[01:13.46] Somebody better tell them ain't nobody fuckin' with Bone\n[01:15.50] You motherfuckers can't do nothin' with Bone\n[01:17.07] The real men here, we done heard enough of you hoes\n[01:18.58] It's a lot of you niggas never get on\n[01:19.91] I'ma expose you niggas, I done told you niggas\n[01:22.27] It's a lot of talent but they ain't even close to a nigga\n[01:24.20] They know rhythm but the real creators of originality\n[01:26.05] Kill 'em is they mentality, beat 'em to reality\n[01:28.14] is non-existent, I'm consistent\n[01:31.15] I'm convinced I'm the illest around\n[01:32.47] That nigga flow goes miles and distance, style relentless\n[01:34.57] Sound distinguished, my niggas can vouch\n[01:36.14] I tell 'em ain't no competition, I figured 'em out\n[01:37.87] It ain't too much that none them niggas about\n[01:39.57] Legendary big and don't even need the clout\n[01:41.38] Think of a reason to doubt, never no reason to lie\n[01:43.23] slide in the house while bloody murda on you\n[01:47.03] Tell them to never come back 'round here no more\n[01:48.88] Or it's gon' get ugly\n[01:50.56] Can't touch me, untouchable\n[01:54.82] Spit at you, I ain't got to get at you\n[01:56.97] I been at you, nigga\n[01:58.12] No matter what, I keep havin' nightmares\n[02:01.66] When drama pop off and I'll be right there\n[02:05.20] It's about to be a homicide\n[02:07.07] Fuck around and die\n[02:09.23] It's about to be a homicide\n[02:10.87] It's about to be a homicide\n[02:12.36] L-Burna\n[02:13.11] Who up to challenges us? You up the cameras\n[02:14.80] Got a call for work so I flew up to Canada\n[02:16.53] Known to put in work I got the stamina\n[02:18.32] The 1st through the 31st, I'm rollin' up the cannabis\n[02:20.48] Operatin' at an all-time high\n[02:21.92] Middle fingers to the sky and I'm all the time high\n[02:23.63] Never been a small guy, they demand I supply\n[02:25.34] From Japan to the Y, I command niggas right\n[02:27.83] Get acquainted with the five-star General\n[02:29.19] The pictures that I paint, they define fine criminals\n[02:30.89] Victory is owed, I survive by miracles\n[02:32.79] At 50 years old, I'ma fly 'cause I'm lyrical\n[02:34.56] I'm from the same vein is made of\n[02:36.46] Still the chain gang, ain't nobody fade us\n[02:38.33] I earn to maintain, greatest\n[02:40.34] Game never change and Bone still creative\n[02:42.15] I make a nigga get cocky, you a bitch? You unbox me\n[02:43.82] Do what I wanna, you finna get a pump in your face\n[02:45.57] I'm thuggin' and buggin', you stupid motherfucker, you ain't\n[02:47.48] Remember me? I'm on the Art of War with no paint on my face\n[02:49.40] They can't rap with me\n[02:50.04] Actually, dastardly, bastard\n[02:50.90] The master, the cash, fill it faster and faster\n[02:53.37] The alpha revolver, with .38. I plaster you niggas\n[02:55.76] I know tips\n[02:56.77] I'm the GOAT, don't ask me anything, I spoke\n[02:58.87] I wish a nigga would test my bag\n[03:00.03] 'Cause little Bizzy, he be always ready to bust down\n[03:01.40] Always got a gun\n[03:02.63] You bitch, nigga, that's my swag\n[03:03.70] A nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga\n[03:04.82] 'nother motherfucker let me give it a win\n[03:06.33] For another motherfuck up again, I fuck up again\n[03:08.24] company rappin' again\n[03:09.84] Everybody, anybody know I pull out my pen\n[03:11.61] of hard time to catch a fade in my prime\n[03:13.46] But I made it, I grind\n[03:14.58] My niggas always on time\n[03:15.16] My nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n[03:17.09] We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n[03:21.97] My nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n[03:24.45] We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n[03:27.08] No matter what, I keep havin' nightmares\n[03:30.24] When drama pop off and I'll be right there\n[03:33.72] It's about to be a homicide\n[03:35.92] Fuck around, walk and die\n[03:37.68] It's about to be a homicide\n[03:39.57] It's about to be a homicide\n[03:41.04] Be a homicide\n[03:43.66] You walk or die\n[03:45.95] Be a homicide\n[03:47.34] Homicide\n[03:49.30] 'Bout to be a homicide\n[03:50.86] Walk or die\n[03:53.11] Be a homicide\n[03:54.57] It's about to be a homicide\n[03:56.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Homicide\n  artist: Merkules\n  album: Homicide\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n  start_ms: 1780\n  end_ms: 5170\n- text: We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n  start_ms: 5170\n  end_ms: 8920\n- text: My nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n  start_ms: 8920\n  end_ms: 13230\n- text: We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n  start_ms: 13230\n  end_ms: 14720\n- text: Please, tell me what the fuck is the problem? 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You up the cameras\nGot a call for work so I flew up to Canada\nKnown to put in work I got the stamina\nThe 1st through the 31st, I'm rollin' up the cannabis\nOperatin' at an all-time high\nMiddle fingers to the sky and I'm all the time high\nNever been a small guy, they demand I supply\nFrom Japan to the Y, I command niggas right\nGet acquainted with the five-star General\nThe pictures that I paint, they define fine criminals\nVictory is owed, I survive by miracles\nAt 50 years old, I'ma fly 'cause I'm lyrical\nI'm from the same vein is made of\nStill the chain gang, ain't nobody fade us\nI earn to maintain, greatest\nGame never change and Bone still creative\n\nI make a nigga get cocky, you a bitch? You unbox me\nDo what I wanna, you finna get a pump in your face\nI'm thuggin' and buggin', you stupid motherfucker, you ain't\nRemember me? I'm on the Art of War with no paint on my face\nThey can't rap with me\nActually, dastardly, bastard\nThe master, the cash, fill it faster and faster\nThe alpha revolver, with .38. 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You unbox me\n[02:43.82] Do what I wanna, you finna get a pump in your face\n[02:45.57] I'm thuggin' and buggin', you stupid motherfucker, you ain't\n[02:47.48] Remember me? I'm on the Art of War with no paint on my face\n[02:49.40] They can't rap with me\n[02:50.04] Actually, dastardly, bastard\n[02:50.90] The master, the cash, fill it faster and faster\n[02:53.37] The alpha revolver, with .38. 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You up the cameras\n  Got a call for work so I flew up to Canada\n  Known to put in work I got the stamina\n  The 1st through the 31st, I'm rollin' up the cannabis\n  Operatin' at an all-time high\n  Middle fingers to the sky and I'm all the time high\n  Never been a small guy, they demand I supply\n  From Japan to the Y, I command niggas right\n  Get acquainted with the five-star General\n  The pictures that I paint, they define fine criminals\n  Victory is owed, I survive by miracles\n  At 50 years old, I'ma fly 'cause I'm lyrical\n  I'm from the same vein is made of\n  Still the chain gang, ain't nobody fade us\n  I earn to maintain, greatest\n  Game never change and Bone still creative\n\n  I make a nigga get cocky, you a bitch? You unbox me\n  Do what I wanna, you finna get a pump in your face\n  I'm thuggin' and buggin', you stupid motherfucker, you ain't\n  Remember me? I'm on the Art of War with no paint on my face\n  They can't rap with me\n  Actually, dastardly, bastard\n  The master, the cash, fill it faster and faster\n  The alpha revolver, with .38. I plaster you niggas\n  I know tips\n  I'm the GOAT, don't ask me anything, I spoke\n  I wish a nigga would test my bag\n  'Cause little Bizzy, he be always ready to bust down\n  Always got a gun\n  You bitch, nigga, that's my swag\n  A nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga\n  'nother motherfucker let me give it a win\n  For another motherfuck up again, I fuck up again\n  company rappin' again\n  Everybody, anybody know I pull out my pen\n  of hard time to catch a fade in my prime\n  But I made it, I grind\n\n  My niggas always on time\n  My nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n  We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n  My nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n  We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n\n  No matter what, I keep havin' nightmares\n  When drama pop off and I'll be right there\n  It's about to be a homicide\n  Fuck around, walk and die\n  It's about to be a homicide\n  It's about to be a homicide\n\n  Be a homicide\n  You walk or die\n  Be a homicide\n  Homicide\n  'Bout to be a homicide\n  Walk or die\n  Be a homicide\n  It's about to be a homicide\n"},{"id":26317839,"name":"Homicide","trackName":"Homicide","artistName":"Merkules & Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Homicide","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\nWe finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\nMy nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\nWe finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n\nPlease, tell me what the fuck is the problem? I'll keep on chuggin' this bottle until this shit get violent\nIt's red rum when I'm dumpin' these hollows and it get stuck in ya noggin' and everything go silent\nVroom vroom, I pull up in the Audi and I start dumpin' the bodies until they all start pilin'\nWho knew I'm in front of ya body with a slug in a shotty, tell 'em all to come outside then\nWho want the smoke?\nI ain't into beefin' on the internet\nI'd rather fill your crew up with holes\nDon't get too comfortable 'cause when I get to cookin I'm lookin' to turn it up until I blew up the stove\nSo just do what you're told, I grew up a screw up\nMy crew will come chew up who you love the most\nBitch, I grew up on Bone\nThugs-N-Harmony so I threw up a toast til I puke up Patron like woah\nWelcome to the scene of the crime\nPlease, don't make me turn this heat up on this beef, I'ma ride\nI'ma different kind of demon, you can see in my eyes\nI'm beatin' the odds, I'm comin' for the piece of my pie\nI had to reinvent the scene so I could keep it alive\nSo, I could promise, you don't want to meet the creature inside\nI think I need to take a breather, I'ma leave it behind\nOr I'ma blow your brains and get a piece of your mind (Ouch)\n\nI'm still bumpin' that Bone, Bone, Bone\nYou get a headshot to your dome, dome, dome\nI did all this by my own, own, own\nSo, please stay the fuck out of my zone, zone, zone\nI'm still yellin' Mo' Murda' at Tha Crossroads\nFoe tha Love of Money, you get shot on your walk home\nAll I need's Thug Luv like Pac, though\n2021, yellin', \"Free El Chapo\"\n\nSomebody better tell them ain't nobody fuckin' with Bone\nYou motherfuckers can't do nothin' with Bone\nThe real men here, we done heard enough of you hoes\nIt's a lot of you niggas never get on\nI'ma expose you niggas, I done told you niggas\nIt's a lot of talent but they ain't even close to a nigga\nThey know rhythm but the real creators of originality\nKill 'em is they mentality, beat 'em to reality\nis non-existent, I'm consistent\nI'm convinced I'm the illest around\nThat nigga flow goes miles and distance, style relentless\nSound distinguished, my niggas can vouch\nI tell 'em ain't no competition, I figured 'em out\nIt ain't too much that none them niggas about\nLegendary big and don't even need the clout\nThink of a reason to doubt, never no reason to lie\nslide in the house while bloody murda on you\nTell them to never come back 'round here no more\nOr it's gon' get ugly\nCan't touch me, untouchable\nSpit at you, I ain't got to get at you\nI been at you, nigga\n\nNo matter what, I keep havin' nightmares\nWhen drama pop off and I'll be right there\nIt's about to be a homicide\nFuck around and die\nIt's about to be a homicide\nIt's about to be a homicide\n\nL-Burna\nWho up to challenges us? You up the cameras\nGot a call for work so I flew up to Canada\nKnown to put in work I got the stamina\nThe 1st through the 31st, I'm rollin' up the cannabis\nOperatin' at an all-time high\nMiddle fingers to the sky and I'm all the time high\nNever been a small guy, they demand I supply\nFrom Japan to the Y, I command niggas right\nGet acquainted with the five-star General\nThe pictures that I paint, they define fine criminals\nVictory is owed, I survive by miracles\nAt 50 years old, I'ma fly 'cause I'm lyrical\nI'm from the same vein is made of\nStill the chain gang, ain't nobody fade us\nI earn to maintain, greatest\nGame never change and Bone still creative\n\nI make a nigga get cocky, you a bitch? You unbox me\nDo what I wanna, you finna get a pump in your face\nI'm thuggin' and buggin', you stupid motherfucker, you ain't\nRemember me? I'm on the Art of War with no paint on my face\nThey can't rap with me\nActually, dastardly, bastard\nThe master, the cash, fill it faster and faster\nThe alpha revolver, with .38. I plaster you niggas\nI know tips\nI'm the GOAT, don't ask me anything, I spoke\nI wish a nigga would test my bag\n'Cause little Bizzy, he be always ready to bust down\nAlways got a gun\nYou bitch, nigga, that's my swag\nA nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga\n'nother motherfucker let me give it a win\nFor another motherfuck up again, I fuck up again\ncompany rappin' again\nEverybody, anybody know I pull out my pen\nof hard time to catch a fade in my prime\nBut I made it, I grind\n\nMy niggas always on time\nMy nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\nWe finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\nMy nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\nWe finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n\nNo matter what, I keep havin' nightmares\nWhen drama pop off and I'll be right there\nIt's about to be a homicide\nFuck around, walk and die\nIt's about to be a homicide\nIt's about to be a homicide\n\nBe a homicide\nYou walk or die\nBe a homicide\nHomicide\n'Bout to be a homicide\nWalk or die\nBe a homicide\nIt's about to be a homicide","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.79] My nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n[00:05.15] We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n[00:08.94] My nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n[00:13.21] We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n[00:14.73] Please, tell me what the fuck is the problem? I'll keep on chuggin' this bottle until this shit get violent\n[00:18.16] It's red rum when I'm dumpin' these hollows and it get stuck in ya noggin' and everything go silent\n[00:21.95] Vroom vroom, I pull up in the Audi and I start dumpin' the bodies until they all start pilin'\n[00:25.45] Who knew I'm in front of ya body with a slug in a shotty, tell 'em all to come outside then\n[00:29.20] Who want the smoke?\n[00:29.96] I ain't into beefin' on the internet\n[00:31.20] I'd rather fill your crew up with holes\n[00:32.59] Don't get too comfortable 'cause when I get to cookin I'm lookin' to turn it up until I blew up the stove\n[00:36.26] So just do what you're told, I grew up a screw up\n[00:38.18] My crew will come chew up who you love the most\n[00:40.17] Bitch, I grew up on Bone\n[00:41.12] Thugs-N-Harmony so I threw up a toast til I puke up Patron like woah\n[00:44.32] Welcome to the scene of the crime\n[00:45.67] Please, don't make me turn this heat up on this beef, I'ma ride\n[00:47.76] I'ma different kind of demon, you can see in my eyes\n[00:49.24] I'm beatin' the odds, I'm comin' for the piece of my pie\n[00:51.36] I had to reinvent the scene so I could keep it alive\n[00:52.81] So, I could promise, you don't want to meet the creature inside\n[00:54.56] I think I need to take a breather, I'ma leave it behind\n[00:56.58] Or I'ma blow your brains and get a piece of your mind (Ouch)\n[00:58.86] I'm still bumpin' that Bone, Bone, Bone\n[01:00.75] You get a headshot to your dome, dome, dome\n[01:02.43] I did all this by my own, own, own\n[01:04.34] So, please stay the fuck out of my zone, zone, zone\n[01:06.10] I'm still yellin' Mo' Murda' at Tha Crossroads\n[01:07.98] Foe tha Love of Money, you get shot on your walk home\n[01:10.05] All I need's Thug Luv like Pac, though\n[01:11.59] 2021, yellin', \"Free El Chapo\"\n[01:13.43] Somebody better tell them ain't nobody fuckin' with Bone\n[01:15.58] You motherfuckers can't do nothin' with Bone\n[01:17.01] The real men here, we done heard enough of you hoes\n[01:18.56] It's a lot of you niggas never get on\n[01:19.95] I'ma expose you niggas, I done told you niggas\n[01:22.26] It's a lot of talent but they ain't even close to a nigga\n[01:24.22] They know rhythm but the real creators of originality\n[01:26.05] Kill 'em is they mentality, beat 'em to reality\n[01:28.13] is non-existent, I'm consistent\n[01:31.12] I'm convinced I'm the illest around\n[01:32.44] That nigga flow goes miles and distance, style relentless\n[01:34.50] Sound distinguished, my niggas can vouch\n[01:36.10] I tell 'em ain't no competition, I figured 'em out\n[01:37.81] It ain't too much that none them niggas about\n[01:39.52] Legendary big and don't even need the clout\n[01:41.33] Think of a reason to doubt, never no reason to lie\n[01:43.29] slide in the house while bloody murda on you\n[01:47.08] Tell them to never come back 'round here no more\n[01:48.87] Or it's gon' get ugly\n[01:50.55] Can't touch me, untouchable\n[01:54.80] Spit at you, I ain't got to get at you\n[01:56.93] I been at you, nigga\n[01:58.14] No matter what, I keep havin' nightmares\n[02:01.66] When drama pop off and I'll be right there\n[02:05.29] It's about to be a homicide\n[02:07.08] Fuck around and die\n[02:09.20] It's about to be a homicide\n[02:10.90] It's about to be a homicide\n[02:12.36] L-Burna\n[02:13.14] Who up to challenges us? You up the cameras\n[02:14.80] Got a call for work so I flew up to Canada\n[02:16.59] Known to put in work I got the stamina\n[02:18.33] The 1st through the 31st, I'm rollin' up the cannabis\n[02:20.41] Operatin' at an all-time high\n[02:21.96] Middle fingers to the sky and I'm all the time high\n[02:23.69] Never been a small guy, they demand I supply\n[02:25.37] From Japan to the Y, I command niggas right\n[02:27.89] Get acquainted with the five-star General\n[02:29.14] The pictures that I paint, they define fine criminals\n[02:30.80] Victory is owed, I survive by miracles\n[02:32.71] At 50 years old, I'ma fly 'cause I'm lyrical\n[02:34.59] I'm from the same vein is made of\n[02:36.41] Still the chain gang, ain't nobody fade us\n[02:38.32] I earn to maintain, greatest\n[02:40.30] Game never change and Bone still creative\n[02:42.14] I make a nigga get cocky, you a bitch? You unbox me\n[02:43.85] Do what I wanna, you finna get a pump in your face\n[02:45.50] I'm thuggin' and buggin', you stupid motherfucker, you ain't\n[02:47.42] Remember me? I'm on the Art of War with no paint on my face\n[02:49.42] They can't rap with me\n[02:50.05] Actually, dastardly, bastard\n[02:50.92] The master, the cash, fill it faster and faster\n[02:53.36] The alpha revolver, with .38. 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You unbox me\n  start_ms: 162140\n  end_ms: 163850\n- text: Do what I wanna, you finna get a pump in your face\n  start_ms: 163850\n  end_ms: 165500\n- text: I'm thuggin' and buggin', you stupid motherfucker, you ain't\n  start_ms: 165500\n  end_ms: 167420\n- text: Remember me? I'm on the Art of War with no paint on my face\n  start_ms: 167420\n  end_ms: 169420\n- text: They can't rap with me\n  start_ms: 169420\n  end_ms: 170050\n- text: Actually, dastardly, bastard\n  start_ms: 170050\n  end_ms: 170920\n- text: The master, the cash, fill it faster and faster\n  start_ms: 170920\n  end_ms: 173360\n- text: The alpha revolver, with .38. I plaster you niggas\n  start_ms: 173360\n  end_ms: 175700\n- text: I know tips\n  start_ms: 175700\n  end_ms: 176790\n- text: I'm the GOAT, don't ask me anything, I spoke\n  start_ms: 176790\n  end_ms: 178850\n- text: I wish a nigga would test my bag\n  start_ms: 178850\n  end_ms: 180080\n- text: '''Cause little Bizzy, he be always ready to bust down'\n  start_ms: 180080\n  end_ms: 181490\n- text: Always got a gun\n  start_ms: 181490\n  end_ms: 182650\n- text: You bitch, nigga, that's my swag\n  start_ms: 182650\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: A nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 184840\n- text: '''nother motherfucker let me give it a win'\n  start_ms: 184840\n  end_ms: 186340\n- text: For another motherfuck up again, I fuck up again\n  start_ms: 186340\n  end_ms: 188240\n- text: company rappin' again\n  start_ms: 188240\n  end_ms: 189880\n- text: Everybody, anybody know I pull out my pen\n  start_ms: 189880\n  end_ms: 191640\n- text: of hard time to catch a fade in my prime\n  start_ms: 191640\n  end_ms: 193410\n- text: But I made it, I grind\n  start_ms: 193410\n  end_ms: 194570\n- text: My niggas always on time\n  start_ms: 194570\n  end_ms: 195120\n- text: My nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n  start_ms: 195120\n  end_ms: 197020\n- text: We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n  start_ms: 197020\n  end_ms: 201940\n- text: My nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n  start_ms: 201940\n  end_ms: 204460\n- text: We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n  start_ms: 204460\n  end_ms: 207070\n- text: No matter what, I keep havin' nightmares\n  start_ms: 207070\n  end_ms: 210290\n- text: When drama pop off and I'll be right there\n  start_ms: 210290\n  end_ms: 213780\n- text: It's about to be a homicide\n  start_ms: 213780\n  end_ms: 215920\n- text: Fuck around, walk and die\n  start_ms: 215920\n  end_ms: 217620\n- text: It's about to be a homicide\n  start_ms: 217620\n  end_ms: 219580\n- text: It's about to be a homicide\n  start_ms: 219580\n  end_ms: 221080\n- text: Be a homicide\n  start_ms: 221080\n  end_ms: 223600\n- text: You walk or die\n  start_ms: 223600\n  end_ms: 225900\n- text: Be a homicide\n  start_ms: 225900\n  end_ms: 227360\n- text: Homicide\n  start_ms: 227360\n  end_ms: 229330\n- text: '''Bout to be a homicide'\n  start_ms: 229330\n  end_ms: 230860\n- text: Walk or die\n  start_ms: 230860\n  end_ms: 233120\n- text: Be a homicide\n  start_ms: 233120\n  end_ms: 234550\n- text: It's about to be a homicide\n  start_ms: 234550\n  end_ms: 236850\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 236850\nplain: |-\n  My nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n  We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n  My nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n  We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n\n  Please, tell me what the fuck is the problem? I'll keep on chuggin' this bottle until this shit get violent\n  It's red rum when I'm dumpin' these hollows and it get stuck in ya noggin' and everything go silent\n  Vroom vroom, I pull up in the Audi and I start dumpin' the bodies until they all start pilin'\n  Who knew I'm in front of ya body with a slug in a shotty, tell 'em all to come outside then\n  Who want the smoke?\n  I ain't into beefin' on the internet\n  I'd rather fill your crew up with holes\n  Don't get too comfortable 'cause when I get to cookin I'm lookin' to turn it up until I blew up the stove\n  So just do what you're told, I grew up a screw up\n  My crew will come chew up who you love the most\n  Bitch, I grew up on Bone\n  Thugs-N-Harmony so I threw up a toast til I puke up Patron like woah\n  Welcome to the scene of the crime\n  Please, don't make me turn this heat up on this beef, I'ma ride\n  I'ma different kind of demon, you can see in my eyes\n  I'm beatin' the odds, I'm comin' for the piece of my pie\n  I had to reinvent the scene so I could keep it alive\n  So, I could promise, you don't want to meet the creature inside\n  I think I need to take a breather, I'ma leave it behind\n  Or I'ma blow your brains and get a piece of your mind (Ouch)\n\n  I'm still bumpin' that Bone, Bone, Bone\n  You get a headshot to your dome, dome, dome\n  I did all this by my own, own, own\n  So, please stay the fuck out of my zone, zone, zone\n  I'm still yellin' Mo' Murda' at Tha Crossroads\n  Foe tha Love of Money, you get shot on your walk home\n  All I need's Thug Luv like Pac, though\n  2021, yellin', \"Free El Chapo\"\n\n  Somebody better tell them ain't nobody fuckin' with Bone\n  You motherfuckers can't do nothin' with Bone\n  The real men here, we done heard enough of you hoes\n  It's a lot of you niggas never get on\n  I'ma expose you niggas, I done told you niggas\n  It's a lot of talent but they ain't even close to a nigga\n  They know rhythm but the real creators of originality\n  Kill 'em is they mentality, beat 'em to reality\n  is non-existent, I'm consistent\n  I'm convinced I'm the illest around\n  That nigga flow goes miles and distance, style relentless\n  Sound distinguished, my niggas can vouch\n  I tell 'em ain't no competition, I figured 'em out\n  It ain't too much that none them niggas about\n  Legendary big and don't even need the clout\n  Think of a reason to doubt, never no reason to lie\n  slide in the house while bloody murda on you\n  Tell them to never come back 'round here no more\n  Or it's gon' get ugly\n  Can't touch me, untouchable\n  Spit at you, I ain't got to get at you\n  I been at you, nigga\n\n  No matter what, I keep havin' nightmares\n  When drama pop off and I'll be right there\n  It's about to be a homicide\n  Fuck around and die\n  It's about to be a homicide\n  It's about to be a homicide\n\n  L-Burna\n  Who up to challenges us? You up the cameras\n  Got a call for work so I flew up to Canada\n  Known to put in work I got the stamina\n  The 1st through the 31st, I'm rollin' up the cannabis\n  Operatin' at an all-time high\n  Middle fingers to the sky and I'm all the time high\n  Never been a small guy, they demand I supply\n  From Japan to the Y, I command niggas right\n  Get acquainted with the five-star General\n  The pictures that I paint, they define fine criminals\n  Victory is owed, I survive by miracles\n  At 50 years old, I'ma fly 'cause I'm lyrical\n  I'm from the same vein is made of\n  Still the chain gang, ain't nobody fade us\n  I earn to maintain, greatest\n  Game never change and Bone still creative\n\n  I make a nigga get cocky, you a bitch? You unbox me\n  Do what I wanna, you finna get a pump in your face\n  I'm thuggin' and buggin', you stupid motherfucker, you ain't\n  Remember me? I'm on the Art of War with no paint on my face\n  They can't rap with me\n  Actually, dastardly, bastard\n  The master, the cash, fill it faster and faster\n  The alpha revolver, with .38. I plaster you niggas\n  I know tips\n  I'm the GOAT, don't ask me anything, I spoke\n  I wish a nigga would test my bag\n  'Cause little Bizzy, he be always ready to bust down\n  Always got a gun\n  You bitch, nigga, that's my swag\n  A nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga\n  'nother motherfucker let me give it a win\n  For another motherfuck up again, I fuck up again\n  company rappin' again\n  Everybody, anybody know I pull out my pen\n  of hard time to catch a fade in my prime\n  But I made it, I grind\n\n  My niggas always on time\n  My nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n  We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n  My nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk\n  We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)\n\n  No matter what, I keep havin' nightmares\n  When drama pop off and I'll be right there\n  It's about to be a homicide\n  Fuck around, walk and die\n  It's about to be a homicide\n  It's about to be a homicide\n\n  Be a homicide\n  You walk or die\n  Be a homicide\n  Homicide\n  'Bout to be a homicide\n  Walk or die\n  Be a homicide\n  It's about to be a homicide\n"}]