[{"id":16971765,"name":"Loco-Motive","trackName":"Loco-Motive","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"The Essential NAS","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"42nd street terminal\n\nYo, yo, I live it and I speak it\nMy religion is reefer\nBig moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with\nMy visions are realistic, nothin' is figurative\nI can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live\nBlunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled\nWho we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead\nWho are you niggas? Why argue niggas?\nThe truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas\nThey wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, \"Nas did this\"\nPointin' to they scars like, \"Right here, baby, really Nas did this\"\nLike a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just honest\nWar stories we tell them, nothin's realer than karma\nSip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey\nRap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply\nShatterin' your silence, passin' 'round the chalice\nDue to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery\nOfficial kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with\nFuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst\nI'll fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous\nThis for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous\n\nYo, what we talkin' 'bout niggas?\nWhat we talkin' 'bout niggas?\nThis is Nas, what, Nas\nWhat, Nasty, what, recollect, fucker\n\nAt seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin' in public housin'\nIntegrity intact, reppin' hard\nThey askin' how he disappear and reappear back on top\nSayin', \"Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin'\"\nTo keep winning is my way like Francis\nAs long as I'm breathin', I'll take chances\nA soldier comin' home, twenty years old with no legs\nSayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head\nSo much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start\nSo I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart\nI know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece\nBut my life been good since I started finding peace\nI shouldn't even be smilin', I should be angry and depressed\nI been rich longer than I been broke, I confess\nI started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back\nLike Trump bein' up down up, play with cash\n\nMy nigga's like a locomotive\nNas, we push it, mush 'em\nQueensbridge to Bushwick\nHarlem, Bronx, all that\nYou ain't even supposed to be here\nYou know where you at?\n\nAt night, New York, eat a slice too hot\nUse my tongue to tear the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouth\nShit was felicissimo melted pot, city sweltering hot\nStaggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot\nI was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed\nReachin', soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin'\nWhen it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught\nToken man safe behind a locked door for sure\nMinor thief shit, minor league shit, beastin'\nLookin' for the juks young, but now we older chiefin'\nIn my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick\nBuggin' on how his imagination was so sick\nIt's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth\nAlcohol agin' my niggas faster than felonies\nHow dare I? Must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me\nLook at my upkeep, owned and sublease\nI'm here y'all\n\nThis for my trapped in the 90's niggas\nFor my trapped in the 90's niggas\nHa, for y'all niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.18] 42nd street terminal\n[00:06.79] \n[00:15.77] Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it\n[00:20.05] \n[00:30.82] My religion is reefer\n[00:34.03] Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with\n[00:36.22] My visions are realistic, nothin' is figurative\n[00:38.61] I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live\n[00:41.49] Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled\n[00:44.21] Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead\n[00:46.93] Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?\n[00:50.07] The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas\n[00:52.85] They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, \"Nas did this\"\n[00:56.02] Pointin' to they scars like, \"Right here, baby, really Nas did this\"\n[00:57.72] Like a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just honest\n[01:01.08] War stories we tell them, nothin's realer than karma\n[01:03.39] Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey\n[01:06.01] Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply\n[01:09.23] Shatterin' your silence, passin' 'round the chalice\n[01:11.56] Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery\n[01:13.76] Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with\n[01:17.29] Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst\n[01:20.02] I'll fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous\n[01:22.38] This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous\n[01:24.78] Yo, what we talkin' 'bout niggas?\n[01:27.98] \n[01:31.16] What we talkin' 'bout niggas?\n[01:31.93] This is Nas, what, Nas\n[01:34.63] What, Nasty, what, recollect, fucker\n[01:36.54] At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin' in public housin'\n[01:38.77] Integrity intact, reppin' hard\n[01:40.65] They askin' how he disappear and reappear back on top\n[01:43.39] Sayin', \"Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin'\"\n[01:47.48] To keep winning is my way like Francis\n[01:49.43] As long as I'm breathin', I'll take chances\n[01:51.26] A soldier comin' home, twenty years old with no legs\n[01:53.80] Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head\n[01:56.47] So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start\n[01:58.98] So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart\n[02:01.51] I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece\n[02:03.77] But my life been good since I started finding peace\n[02:07.00] I shouldn't even be smilin', I should be angry and depressed\n[02:09.75] I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess\n[02:12.54] I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back\n[02:15.95] Like Trump bein' up down up, play with cash\n[02:18.97] My nigga's like a locomotive\n[02:24.18] Nas, we push it, mush 'em\n[02:25.24] Queensbridge to Bushwick\n[02:27.87] \n[02:30.37] Harlem, Bronx, all that\n[02:33.37] You ain't even supposed to be here\n[02:35.98] You know where you at?\n[02:39.03] At night, New York, eat a slice too hot\n[02:40.23] Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouth\n[02:41.38] Shit was felicissimo melted pot, city sweltering hot\n[02:42.56] Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot\n[02:43.82] I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed\n[02:48.37] Reachin', soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin'\n[02:50.52] When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught\n[02:53.36] Token man safe behind a locked door for sure\n[02:56.50] Minor thief shit, minor league shit, beastin'\n[02:58.67] Lookin' for the juks young, but now we older chiefin'\n[03:01.83] In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick\n[03:04.56] Buggin' on how his imagination was so sick\n[03:07.46] It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth\n[03:11.01] Alcohol agin' my niggas faster than felonies\n[03:12.69] How dare I? Must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me\n[03:15.03] Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease\n[03:18.92] I'm here y'all\n[03:20.87] This for my trapped in the 90's niggas\n[03:23.22] For my trapped in the 90's niggas\n[03:26.23] Ha, for y'all niggas\n[03:28.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Loco-Motive\n artist: Nas\n album: The Essential NAS\n duration_ms: 222000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 42nd street terminal\n start_ms: 2180\n end_ms: 6790\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 6790\n end_ms: 15770\n- text: Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it\n start_ms: 15770\n end_ms: 20050\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 20050\n end_ms: 30820\n- text: My religion is reefer\n start_ms: 30820\n end_ms: 34030\n- text: Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with\n start_ms: 34030\n end_ms: 36220\n- text: My visions are realistic, nothin' is figurative\n start_ms: 36220\n end_ms: 38610\n- text: I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live\n start_ms: 38610\n end_ms: 41490\n- text: Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled\n start_ms: 41490\n end_ms: 44210\n- text: Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead\n start_ms: 44210\n end_ms: 46930\n- text: Who are you niggas? 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Why argue niggas?\n The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas\n They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, \"Nas did this\"\n Pointin' to they scars like, \"Right here, baby, really Nas did this\"\n Like a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just honest\n War stories we tell them, nothin's realer than karma\n Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey\n Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply\n Shatterin' your silence, passin' 'round the chalice\n Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery\n Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with\n Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst\n I'll fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous\n This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous\n\n Yo, what we talkin' 'bout niggas?\n What we talkin' 'bout niggas?\n This is Nas, what, Nas\n What, Nasty, what, recollect, fucker\n\n At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin' in public housin'\n Integrity intact, reppin' hard\n They askin' how he disappear and reappear back on top\n Sayin', \"Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin'\"\n To keep winning is my way like Francis\n As long as I'm breathin', I'll take chances\n A soldier comin' home, twenty years old with no legs\n Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head\n So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start\n So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart\n I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece\n But my life been good since I started finding peace\n I shouldn't even be smilin', I should be angry and depressed\n I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess\n I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back\n Like Trump bein' up down up, play with cash\n\n My nigga's like a locomotive\n Nas, we push it, mush 'em\n Queensbridge to Bushwick\n Harlem, Bronx, all that\n You ain't even supposed to be here\n You know where you at?\n\n At night, New York, eat a slice too hot\n Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouth\n Shit was felicissimo melted pot, city sweltering hot\n Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot\n I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed\n Reachin', soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin'\n When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught\n Token man safe behind a locked door for sure\n Minor thief shit, minor league shit, beastin'\n Lookin' for the juks young, but now we older chiefin'\n In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick\n Buggin' on how his imagination was so sick\n It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth\n Alcohol agin' my niggas faster than felonies\n How dare I? Must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me\n Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease\n I'm here y'all\n\n This for my trapped in the 90's niggas\n For my trapped in the 90's niggas\n Ha, for y'all niggas\n"},{"id":17768266,"name":"Loco-Motive","trackName":"Loco-Motive","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Nas-Life.Is.Good","duration":220.969796,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"42nd street terminal\n\nYo, yo, I live it and I speak it\nMy religion is reefer\nBig moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with\nMy visions are realistic, nothin' is figurative\nI can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live\nBlunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled\nWho we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead\nWho are you niggas? Why argue niggas?\nThe truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas\nThey wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, \"Nas did this\"\nPointin' to they scars like, \"Right here, baby, really Nas did this\"\nLike a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just honest\nWar stories we tell them, nothin's realer than karma\nSip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey\nRap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply\nShatterin' your silence, passin' 'round the chalice\nDue to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery\nOfficial kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with\nFuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst\nI'll fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous\nThis for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous\n\nYo, what we talkin' 'bout niggas?\nWhat we talkin' 'bout niggas?\nThis is Nas, what, Nas\nWhat, Nasty, what, recollect, fucker\n\nAt seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin' in public housin'\nIntegrity intact, reppin' hard\nThey askin' how he disappear and reappear back on top\nSayin', \"Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin'\"\nTo keep winning is my way like Francis\nAs long as I'm breathin', I'll take chances\nA soldier comin' home, twenty years old with no legs\nSayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head\nSo much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start\nSo I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart\nI know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece\nBut my life been good since I started finding peace\nI shouldn't even be smilin', I should be angry and depressed\nI been rich longer than I been broke, I confess\nI started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back\nLike Trump bein' up down up, play with cash\n\nMy nigga's like a locomotive\nNas, we push it, mush 'em\nQueensbridge to Bushwick\nHarlem, Bronx, all that\nYou ain't even supposed to be here\nYou know where you at?\n\nAt night, New York, eat a slice too hot\nUse my tongue to tear the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouth\nShit was felicissimo melted pot, city sweltering hot\nStaggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot\nI was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed\nReachin', soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin'\nWhen it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught\nToken man safe behind a locked door for sure\nMinor thief shit, minor league shit, beastin'\nLookin' for the juks young, but now we older chiefin'\nIn my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick\nBuggin' on how his imagination was so sick\nIt's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth\nAlcohol agin' my niggas faster than felonies\nHow dare I? Must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me\nLook at my upkeep, owned and sublease\nI'm here y'all\n\nThis for my trapped in the 90's niggas\nFor my trapped in the 90's niggas\nHa, for y'all niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.56] 42nd street terminal\n[00:08.17] \n[00:30.35] Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it\n[00:32.66] My religion is reefer\n[00:33.92] Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with\n[00:36.69] My visions are realistic, nothin' is figurative\n[00:39.03] I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live\n[00:42.05] Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled\n[00:44.74] Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead\n[00:47.48] Who are you niggas? 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Must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me\nLook at my upkeep, owned and sublease\nI'm here y'all\n\nThis for my trapped in the 90's niggas\nFor my trapped in the 90's niggas\nHa, for y'all niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.51] 42nd street terminal\n[00:08.12] \n[00:30.37] Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it\n[00:32.61] My religion is reefer\n[00:33.96] Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with\n[00:36.68] My visions are realistic, nothin' is figurative\n[00:39.09] I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live\n[00:42.07] Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled\n[00:44.70] Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead\n[00:47.43] Who are you niggas? 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Why argue niggas?\n The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas\n\n They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, Nas did this\n Pointing to they scars like, right here, baby, really Nas did this\n Like a badge of honor, not bragging I'm just honest\n War stories we tell them, nothing's realer than karma\n\n Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey\n Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply\n Shattering your silence, passing round the chalice\n Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery\n\n Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with\n Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst\n I'll fuck your wife 'cause she a groupie, scandalous\n This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous\n\n Yo, what we talking 'bout niggas?\n What we talking 'bout niggas?\n This is Nas, what, Nas\n What, Nasty, what, recollect motherfucker (uh, uh, uh)\n\n At 17 I made 17 thousand living in public housing\n Integrity intact, repping hard\n They asking how he disappear and reappear back on top\n Saying Nas must have naked pictures of God or something\n\n To keep winning is my way like Francis\n As long as I'm breathing, I'll take chances\n A soldier coming home, 20 years old with no legs\n Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head\n\n So much to write and say, yo, I don't know where to start\n So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart\n I know you think my life is good 'cause my diamond piece\n But my life been good since I started finding peace\n\n I shouldn't even be smiling, I should be angry and depressed\n I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess\n I started out broke, got rich, lost paper, then made it back\n Like Trump being up down up, play with cash, huh\n\n My nigga's like a locomotive\n Nas, we pushed it, mush it\n Queensbridge to Bushwick\n Harlem, Bronx, all that\n You ain't even supposed to be here\n You know where you at?\n\n At night, New York, eat a slice too hot\n Use my tongue to tear the skin hanging from the roof of my mouth\n Shit was felicissimo melting pot, city sweltering hot\n Staggering, drunker than them cops that 2Pac shot\n\n I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed reaching\n Soon as I heard them iron wheels screeching\n When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught\n Token man safe behind a locked door for sure\n\n Minor thief shit, minor league shit, beasting\n Looking for the juks young, but now we older chiefing\n In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick\n Bugging on how his imagination was so sick\n\n It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth\n Alcohol aging my niggas faster than felonies\n How dare I, must be, something in the air that corrupts me\n Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease\n I'm here y'all\n\n This for my trapped in the '90s niggas\n For my trapped in the '90s niggas\n Ha, for y'all niggas\n"},{"id":17878431,"name":"Loco-Motive","trackName":"Loco-Motive","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Life Is Good (Deluxe)","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"42nd street terminal\n\nYo, yo, I live it and I speak it\nMy religion is reefer\nBig moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with\nMy visions are realistic, nothin' is figurative\nI can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live\nBlunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled\nWho we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead\nWho are you niggas? 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Must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me\nLook at my upkeep, owned and sublease\nI'm here y'all\n\nThis for my trapped in the 90's niggas\nFor my trapped in the 90's niggas\nHa, for y'all niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.51] 42nd street terminal\n[00:08.12] \n[00:30.37] Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it\n[00:32.61] My religion is reefer\n[00:33.96] Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with\n[00:36.68] My visions are realistic, nothin' is figurative\n[00:39.09] I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live\n[00:42.07] Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled\n[00:44.70] Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead\n[00:47.43] Who are you niggas? 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Must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me\nLook at my upkeep, owned and sublease\nI'm here y'all\n\nThis for my trapped in the 90's niggas\nFor my trapped in the 90's niggas\nHa, for y'all niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.51] 42nd street terminal\n[00:08.12] \n[00:30.37] Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it\n[00:32.61] My religion is reefer\n[00:33.96] Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with\n[00:36.68] My visions are realistic, nothin' is figurative\n[00:39.09] I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live\n[00:42.07] Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled\n[00:44.70] Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead\n[00:47.43] Who are you niggas? 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Must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me\n[03:15.09] Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease\n[03:18.93] I'm here y'all\n[03:20.80] This for my trapped in the 90's niggas\n[03:23.26] For my trapped in the 90's niggas\n[03:26.29] Ha, for y'all niggas\n[03:30.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Loco‐Motive\n artist: Nas feat. 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Why argue niggas?\n start_ms: 46900\n end_ms: 50060\n- text: The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas\n start_ms: 50060\n end_ms: 52800\n- text: They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, \"Nas did this\"\n start_ms: 52800\n end_ms: 56090\n- text: Pointin' to they scars like, \"Right here, baby, really Nas did this\"\n start_ms: 56090\n end_ms: 57760\n- text: Like a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just honest\n start_ms: 57760\n end_ms: 61080\n- text: War stories we tell them, nothin's realer than karma\n start_ms: 61080\n end_ms: 63370\n- text: Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey\n start_ms: 63370\n end_ms: 66030\n- text: Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply\n start_ms: 66030\n end_ms: 69220\n- text: Shatterin' your silence, passin' 'round the chalice\n start_ms: 69220\n end_ms: 71570\n- text: Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery\n start_ms: 71570\n end_ms: 73760\n- text: Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with\n start_ms: 73760\n end_ms: 77240\n- text: Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst\n start_ms: 77240\n end_ms: 80060\n- text: I'll fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous\n start_ms: 80060\n end_ms: 82310\n- text: This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous\n start_ms: 82310\n end_ms: 84760\n- text: Yo, what we talkin' 'bout niggas?\n start_ms: 84760\n end_ms: 91180\n- text: What we talkin' 'bout niggas?\n start_ms: 91180\n end_ms: 91960\n- text: This is Nas, what, Nas\n start_ms: 91960\n end_ms: 94650\n- text: What, Nasty, what, recollect, fucker\n start_ms: 94650\n end_ms: 96530\n- text: At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin' in public housin'\n start_ms: 96530\n end_ms: 98740\n- text: Integrity intact, reppin' hard\n start_ms: 98740\n end_ms: 100600\n- text: They askin' how he disappear and reappear back on top\n start_ms: 100600\n end_ms: 103380\n- text: Sayin', \"Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin'\"\n start_ms: 103380\n end_ms: 107440\n- text: To keep winning is my way like Francis\n start_ms: 107440\n end_ms: 109490\n- text: As long as I'm breathin', I'll take chances\n start_ms: 109490\n end_ms: 111230\n- text: A soldier comin' home, twenty years old with no legs\n start_ms: 111230\n end_ms: 113880\n- text: Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head\n start_ms: 113880\n end_ms: 116410\n- text: So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start\n start_ms: 116410\n end_ms: 118960\n- text: So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart\n start_ms: 118960\n end_ms: 121550\n- text: I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece\n start_ms: 121550\n end_ms: 123760\n- text: But my life been good since I started finding peace\n start_ms: 123760\n end_ms: 127020\n- text: I shouldn't even be smilin', I should be angry and depressed\n start_ms: 127020\n end_ms: 129750\n- text: I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess\n start_ms: 129750\n end_ms: 132530\n- text: I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back\n start_ms: 132530\n end_ms: 135920\n- text: Like Trump bein' up down up, play with cash\n start_ms: 135920\n end_ms: 138940\n- text: My nigga's like a locomotive\n start_ms: 138940\n end_ms: 144110\n- text: Nas, we push it, mush 'em\n start_ms: 144110\n end_ms: 145200\n- text: Queensbridge to Bushwick\n start_ms: 145200\n end_ms: 150310\n- text: Harlem, Bronx, all that\n start_ms: 150310\n end_ms: 153320\n- text: You ain't even supposed to be here\n start_ms: 153320\n end_ms: 155930\n- text: You know where you at?\n start_ms: 155930\n end_ms: 159090\n- text: At night, New York, eat a slice too hot\n start_ms: 159090\n end_ms: 160280\n- text: Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouth\n start_ms: 160280\n end_ms: 161370\n- text: Shit was felicissimo melted pot, city sweltering hot\n start_ms: 161370\n end_ms: 162550\n- text: Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot\n start_ms: 162550\n end_ms: 163800\n- text: I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed\n start_ms: 163800\n end_ms: 168330\n- text: Reachin', soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin'\n start_ms: 168330\n end_ms: 170540\n- text: When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught\n start_ms: 170540\n end_ms: 173360\n- text: Token man safe behind a locked door for sure\n start_ms: 173360\n end_ms: 176590\n- text: Minor thief shit, minor league shit, beastin'\n start_ms: 176590\n end_ms: 178680\n- text: Lookin' for the juks young, but now we older chiefin'\n start_ms: 178680\n end_ms: 181800\n- text: In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick\n start_ms: 181800\n end_ms: 184590\n- text: Buggin' on how his imagination was so sick\n start_ms: 184590\n end_ms: 187460\n- text: It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth\n start_ms: 187460\n end_ms: 191040\n- text: Alcohol agin' my niggas faster than felonies\n start_ms: 191040\n end_ms: 192690\n- text: How dare I? Must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me\n start_ms: 192690\n end_ms: 195090\n- text: Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease\n start_ms: 195090\n end_ms: 198930\n- text: I'm here y'all\n start_ms: 198930\n end_ms: 200800\n- text: This for my trapped in the 90's niggas\n start_ms: 200800\n end_ms: 203260\n- text: For my trapped in the 90's niggas\n start_ms: 203260\n end_ms: 206290\n- text: Ha, for y'all niggas\n start_ms: 206290\n end_ms: 210270\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 210270\nplain: |-\n 42nd street terminal\n\n Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it\n My religion is reefer\n Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with\n My visions are realistic, nothin' is figurative\n I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live\n Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled\n Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead\n Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?\n The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas\n They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, \"Nas did this\"\n Pointin' to they scars like, \"Right here, baby, really Nas did this\"\n Like a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just honest\n War stories we tell them, nothin's realer than karma\n Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey\n Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply\n Shatterin' your silence, passin' 'round the chalice\n Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery\n Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with\n Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst\n I'll fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous\n This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous\n\n Yo, what we talkin' 'bout niggas?\n What we talkin' 'bout niggas?\n This is Nas, what, Nas\n What, Nasty, what, recollect, fucker\n\n At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin' in public housin'\n Integrity intact, reppin' hard\n They askin' how he disappear and reappear back on top\n Sayin', \"Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin'\"\n To keep winning is my way like Francis\n As long as I'm breathin', I'll take chances\n A soldier comin' home, twenty years old with no legs\n Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head\n So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start\n So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart\n I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece\n But my life been good since I started finding peace\n I shouldn't even be smilin', I should be angry and depressed\n I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess\n I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back\n Like Trump bein' up down up, play with cash\n\n My nigga's like a locomotive\n Nas, we push it, mush 'em\n Queensbridge to Bushwick\n Harlem, Bronx, all that\n You ain't even supposed to be here\n You know where you at?\n\n At night, New York, eat a slice too hot\n Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouth\n Shit was felicissimo melted pot, city sweltering hot\n Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot\n I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed\n Reachin', soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin'\n When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught\n Token man safe behind a locked door for sure\n Minor thief shit, minor league shit, beastin'\n Lookin' for the juks young, but now we older chiefin'\n In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick\n Buggin' on how his imagination was so sick\n It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth\n Alcohol agin' my niggas faster than felonies\n How dare I? Must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me\n Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease\n I'm here y'all\n\n This for my trapped in the 90's niggas\n For my trapped in the 90's niggas\n Ha, for y'all niggas\n"}]