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Joy\n[01:52.92] I ain't no Boy Scout but your boy scout your boy like a scout and report\n[01:56.43] Put one in your boy's scalp\n[01:57.99] Meth'll manhandle your man and you\n[02:00.83] I ain't even gon' let him do that, bo-blap, blam dude\n[02:03.64] Don't get your hands dirty, son\n[02:05.76] Son gon' do his whole fam dirty\n[02:07.36] Word to P and Dirty\n[02:08.54] The players might change but the game don't stop\n[02:10.76] Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop\n[02:13.59] Forbes sayin' I made it\n[02:15.75] But tell 'em I'm hood famous\n[02:18.77] The players might change but the game don't stop\n[02:21.59] Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop\n[02:24.10] One more blunt 'cause I'm faded\n[02:26.69] Just for the niggas that hate it","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Episode 7 - Bridge Boys\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 'Meth Lab Season 2: The Lithium'\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Rockness, what up?\n  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Staten Island, what up?\n  Hanz, what up?\n  Apple, what up?\n  Time to go in, hah\n  Ch'yeah\n  Feel the tension when I walk into a room\n  Watch your step and watch your tone, boy, you talkin' a goon\n  Been a problem since them old heads was snortin' off the spoon\n  Half you rappers gettin' short bread, we often loaner domes\n  Put a ratchet on your forehead, I'm talkin' to baboons\n  I remain a Major Payne if you ain't part of my platoon\n  I'm a warhead, you know, big explosion with the 'shroom\n  It's the sandman, they hopin' I dont show up with the broom\n  That's a sweeper\n  They knockin' at your door, that's the reaper\n  With lead arms all around your head, that's a Sleeper\n  Rappers paranoid, that's the reefer\n  I mean if she a bad broad and let you raw dog, that's a keeper\n  My sisters, they don't rock with my dad, my moms either\n  Now I'm here with Roc, I'ma dad with mom's features\n  Ironic, I never make a threat that I couldn't promise\n  Be honest, I'm dope and I ain't never spoke Ebonics\n  The players might change but the game don't stop\n  Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop\n  Forbes sayin' I made it\n  But tell 'em I'm hood famous\n  The players might change but the game don't stop\n  Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop\n  One more blunt 'cause I'm faded\n  Just for the niggas that hate it\n  Ten-ten wins, hindsight's 20/20\n  Thirty-thirty up in forty-forty, light somethin' ugly\n  It's a fifty-fifty chance niggas gon' die over nothin'\n  Get hit, sit calm, nigga, try somethin' funny\n  Road Warrior, once I almost got locked up abroad\n  Heard you snitchin' on bitches, dude, you locked up abroad\n  Maybe Jamaican fakin' but you would not, no reward\n  Class by myself but I am not no schoolboy\n  I'm not a momma's boy but I am my momma's boy\n  For her, I would gladly go nuts, that's my Almond Joy\n  I ain't no Boy Scout but your boy scout your boy like a scout and report\n  Put one in your boy's scalp\n  Meth'll 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them oldheads was snortin' off the spoon\nHalf you rappers gettin' short bread and offered Lorna Doones\nPut a ratchet on your forehead, I'm talkin' to baboons\nI remain a Major Payne if you ain't part of my platoons\nI'm a warhead, you know, big explosion with the 'shroom\nIt's the sandman, they hopin' I dont show up with the broom\nThat's a sweeper\nThey knockin' at your door, that's the reaper\nWith lead arms all around your head, that's a sleeper\nRappers paranoid, that's the reefer\nI mean if she a bad broad and let you raw dog, that's a keeper\nMy sisters, they don't rock with my dad, my moms either\nNow I'm here with Rock, I'ma dad with mom's features\nIronic, I never make a threat that I couldn't promise\nBe honest, I'm dope and I ain't never spoke ebonics\n\nThe players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)\nTryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop\nForbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it)\nBut tell 'em I'm hood famous (But tell 'em I'm hood famous)\nThe players 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or a drop\nForbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it)\nBut tell 'em I'm hood famous (But tell 'em I'm hood famous)\nThe players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)\nTryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop\nOne more blunt 'cause I'm faded (Blunt 'cause I'm faded)\nJust for the niggas that hate it (For the niggas that hate it, yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.62] Rockness, what up?\n[00:09.55] Ron Browz, what up?\n[00:12.28] Staten Island, what up?\n[00:13.55] Hanz, what up?\n[00:14.83] Apple, what up?\n[00:17.04] Time to go in, hah\n[00:21.48] Ch'yeah\n[00:22.15] Feel the tension when I walk into a room\n[00:24.05] Watch your step and watch your tone, boy, you talkin' to a goon\n[00:27.47] Been a problem since them oldheads was snortin' off the spoon\n[00:30.12] Half you rappers gettin' short bread and offered Lorna Doones\n[00:32.71] Put a ratchet on your forehead, I'm talkin' to baboons\n[00:34.61] I remain a Major Payne if you ain't part of my platoons\n[00:37.65] I'm a 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or a drop\n  start_ms: 142820\n  end_ms: 145390\n- text: One more blunt 'cause I'm faded (Blunt 'cause I'm faded)\n  start_ms: 145390\n  end_ms: 147760\n- text: Just for the niggas that hate it (For the niggas that hate it, yeah)\n  start_ms: 147760\n  end_ms: 153920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153920\nplain: |-\n  Rockness, what up?\n  Ron Browz, what up?\n  Staten Island, what up?\n  Hanz, what up?\n  Apple, what up?\n  Time to go in, hah\n  Ch'yeah\n\n  Feel the tension when I walk into a room\n  Watch your step and watch your tone, boy, you talkin' to a goon\n  Been a problem since them oldheads was snortin' off the spoon\n  Half you rappers gettin' short bread and offered Lorna Doones\n  Put a ratchet on your forehead, I'm talkin' to baboons\n  I remain a Major Payne if you ain't part of my platoons\n  I'm a warhead, you know, big explosion with the 'shroom\n  It's the sandman, they hopin' I dont show up with the broom\n  That's a sweeper\n  They knockin' at your door, that's the reaper\n  With lead arms all around your head, that's a sleeper\n  Rappers paranoid, that's the reefer\n  I mean if she a bad broad and let you raw dog, that's a keeper\n  My sisters, they don't rock with my dad, my moms either\n  Now I'm here with Rock, I'ma dad with mom's features\n  Ironic, I never make a threat that I couldn't promise\n  Be honest, I'm dope and I ain't never spoke ebonics\n\n  The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)\n  Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop\n  Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it)\n  But tell 'em I'm hood famous (But tell 'em I'm hood famous)\n  The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)\n  Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop\n  One more blunt 'cause I'm faded (Blunt 'cause I'm faded)\n  Just for the niggas that hate it (Niggas that hate it)\n\n  It's a fifty-fifty chance niggas gon' die over nothin'\n  Get hit, sit calm, nigga, try somethin' funny\n  Road warrior, Musa almost got locked up abroad\n  Heard you snitchin' on bitches, dude, you locked up a broad\n  Maybe Jamaican fakin' but you would not, no reward\n  Class by myself but I am not no schoolboy\n  I'm not a mama's boy but I am my mama's boy\n  For her, I would gladly go nuts, that's my Almond Joy\n  I ain't no boy scout but your boy\n  scout your boy like a scout and report\n  Put one in your boy's scalp (Boom)\n  Meth'll manhandle your man and you\n  I ain't even gon' let him do that, bo-blap, blam dude\n  Don't get your hands dirty, son\n  Son gon' do his whole fam dirty\n  Word to P and Dirty\n\n  The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)\n  Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop\n  Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it)\n  But tell 'em I'm hood famous (But tell 'em I'm hood famous)\n  The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)\n  Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop\n  One more blunt 'cause I'm faded (Blunt 'cause I'm faded)\n  Just for the niggas that hate it (For the niggas that hate it, yeah)\n"}]