[{"id":7782664,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Nas","duration":134.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.35] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.64] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.80] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.36] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.71] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.47] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.13] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.58] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.82] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.54] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.62] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.91] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.66] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.96] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.65] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.11] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.77] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.62] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.29] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.33] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:45.12] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.17] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.79] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:55.00] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.31] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[01:00.22] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.52] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.80] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.59] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.86] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:12.66] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:15.25] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:17.21] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:18.47] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.72] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.92] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.64] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.04] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.61] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:32.15] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.48] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.23] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.96] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:42.15] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.69] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.82] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.76] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:54.07] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:56.25] Let's kill him\n[01:58.16] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[02:00.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Nas\n  duration_ms: 134000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 3350\n  end_ms: 5640\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5640\n  end_ms: 7800\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7800\n  end_ms: 10360\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10360\n  end_ms: 12710\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12710\n  end_ms: 14470\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14470\n  end_ms: 16130\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16130\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 20540\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20540\n  end_ms: 22620\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22620\n  end_ms: 23910\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23910\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 29650\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29650\n  end_ms: 32110\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32110\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37620\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37620\n  end_ms: 40290\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40290\n  end_ms: 42330\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42330\n  end_ms: 45120\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 45120\n  end_ms: 50170\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50170\n  end_ms: 52790\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52790\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 57310\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57310\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 62520\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62520\n  end_ms: 64800\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64800\n  end_ms: 67590\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67590\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72660\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 72660\n  end_ms: 75250\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 75250\n  end_ms: 77210\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 77210\n  end_ms: 78470\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 78470\n  end_ms: 79720\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79720\n  end_ms: 81920\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81920\n  end_ms: 84640\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 87040\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87040\n  end_ms: 89610\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89610\n  end_ms: 92150\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 92150\n  end_ms: 94480\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94480\n  end_ms: 97230\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97230\n  end_ms: 99960\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99960\n  end_ms: 102150\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 102150\n  end_ms: 104690\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104690\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 110760\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110760\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116250\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 116250\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 120900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 120900\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":28372054,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Nas   Stillmatic","duration":134.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.35] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.64] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.80] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.36] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.71] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.47] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.13] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.58] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.82] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.54] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.62] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.91] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.66] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.96] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.65] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.11] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.77] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.62] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.29] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.33] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:45.12] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.17] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.79] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:55.00] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.31] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[01:00.22] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.52] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.80] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.59] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.86] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:12.66] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:15.25] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:17.21] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:18.47] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.72] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.92] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.64] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.04] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.61] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:32.15] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.48] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.23] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.96] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:42.15] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.69] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.82] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.76] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:54.07] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:56.25] Let's kill him\n[01:58.16] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[02:00.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Nas   Stillmatic\n  duration_ms: 134000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 3350\n  end_ms: 5640\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5640\n  end_ms: 7800\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7800\n  end_ms: 10360\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10360\n  end_ms: 12710\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12710\n  end_ms: 14470\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14470\n  end_ms: 16130\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16130\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 20540\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20540\n  end_ms: 22620\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22620\n  end_ms: 23910\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23910\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 29650\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29650\n  end_ms: 32110\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32110\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37620\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37620\n  end_ms: 40290\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40290\n  end_ms: 42330\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42330\n  end_ms: 45120\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 45120\n  end_ms: 50170\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50170\n  end_ms: 52790\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52790\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 57310\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57310\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 62520\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62520\n  end_ms: 64800\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64800\n  end_ms: 67590\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67590\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72660\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 72660\n  end_ms: 75250\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 75250\n  end_ms: 77210\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 77210\n  end_ms: 78470\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 78470\n  end_ms: 79720\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79720\n  end_ms: 81920\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81920\n  end_ms: 84640\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 87040\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87040\n  end_ms: 89610\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89610\n  end_ms: 92150\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 92150\n  end_ms: 94480\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94480\n  end_ms: 97230\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97230\n  end_ms: 99960\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99960\n  end_ms: 102150\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 102150\n  end_ms: 104690\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104690\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 110760\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110760\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116250\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 116250\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 120900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 120900\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. 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Peace\"\n[01:59.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Nas - Stillmatic [Expanded] (1 of 2)\n  duration_ms: 133990\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 2970\n  end_ms: 5580\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5580\n  end_ms: 7980\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7980\n  end_ms: 10110\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10110\n  end_ms: 12630\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12630\n  end_ms: 14270\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14270\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 17260\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17260\n  end_ms: 18810\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18810\n  end_ms: 20440\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20440\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22220\n  end_ms: 23770\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23770\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 32230\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32230\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 37660\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37660\n  end_ms: 40260\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40260\n  end_ms: 42210\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42210\n  end_ms: 47380\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 47380\n  end_ms: 50270\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50270\n  end_ms: 52690\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52690\n  end_ms: 54510\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 54510\n  end_ms: 57000\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57000\n  end_ms: 59920\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 59920\n  end_ms: 62190\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62190\n  end_ms: 64660\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64660\n  end_ms: 67420\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67420\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 71850\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 71850\n  end_ms: 74700\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 74700\n  end_ms: 76720\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 76720\n  end_ms: 77940\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 77940\n  end_ms: 79400\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79400\n  end_ms: 81740\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81740\n  end_ms: 84420\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84420\n  end_ms: 87170\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87170\n  end_ms: 89210\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89210\n  end_ms: 91730\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 91730\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 97130\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97130\n  end_ms: 99610\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99610\n  end_ms: 101740\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 101740\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 107600\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107600\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 113380\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 113380\n  end_ms: 115150\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 115150\n  end_ms: 117840\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 117840\n  end_ms: 119760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 119760\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":39362614,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"No Idea's Original (The Nas Remixes)","duration":139.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.35]Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.64]Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.80]Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.36]I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.71]The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.47]The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.13]Now he back to square one\n[00:17.58]Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.82]I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.54]It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.62]He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.91]My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.66]I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.96]Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.65]My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.11]Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.77]The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.62]Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.29]The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.33]We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:45.12]I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.17]Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.79]I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:55.00]Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.31]The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[01:00.22]So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.52]Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.80]'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.59]Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.86]I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:12.66]Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:15.25]She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:17.21]I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:18.47]She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.72]Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.92]Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.64]Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.04]Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.61]Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:32.15]Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.48]I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.23]The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.96]And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:42.15]That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.69]It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.82]Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.76]Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:54.07]I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:56.25]Let's kill him\n[01:58.16]\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[02:00.90]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: No Idea's Original (The Nas Remixes)\n  duration_ms: 139239\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 3350\n  end_ms: 5640\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5640\n  end_ms: 7800\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7800\n  end_ms: 10360\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10360\n  end_ms: 12710\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12710\n  end_ms: 14470\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14470\n  end_ms: 16130\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16130\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 20540\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20540\n  end_ms: 22620\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22620\n  end_ms: 23910\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23910\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 29650\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29650\n  end_ms: 32110\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32110\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37620\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37620\n  end_ms: 40290\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40290\n  end_ms: 42330\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42330\n  end_ms: 45120\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 45120\n  end_ms: 50170\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50170\n  end_ms: 52790\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52790\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 57310\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57310\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 62520\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62520\n  end_ms: 64800\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64800\n  end_ms: 67590\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67590\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72660\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 72660\n  end_ms: 75250\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 75250\n  end_ms: 77210\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 77210\n  end_ms: 78470\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 78470\n  end_ms: 79720\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79720\n  end_ms: 81920\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81920\n  end_ms: 84640\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 87040\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87040\n  end_ms: 89610\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89610\n  end_ms: 92150\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 92150\n  end_ms: 94480\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94480\n  end_ms: 97230\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97230\n  end_ms: 99960\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99960\n  end_ms: 102150\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 102150\n  end_ms: 104690\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104690\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 110760\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110760\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116250\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 116250\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 120900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 120900\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":6127139,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Stillmatic Limited Edition","duration":134.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.35] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.64] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.80] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.36] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.71] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.47] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.13] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.58] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.82] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.54] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.62] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.91] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.66] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.96] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.65] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.11] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.77] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.62] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.29] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.33] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:45.12] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.17] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.79] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:55.00] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.31] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[01:00.22] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.52] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.80] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.59] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.86] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:12.66] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:15.25] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:17.21] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:18.47] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.72] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.92] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.64] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.04] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.61] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:32.15] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.48] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.23] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.96] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:42.15] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.69] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.82] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.76] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:54.07] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:56.25] Let's kill him\n[01:58.16] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. 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Peace\"\n"},{"id":2138580,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Stillmatic","duration":134.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.35] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.64] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.80] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.36] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.71] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.47] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.13] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.58] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.82] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.54] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.62] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.91] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.66] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.96] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.65] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.11] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.77] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.62] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.29] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.33] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:45.12] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.17] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.79] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:55.00] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.31] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[01:00.22] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.52] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.80] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.59] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.86] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:12.66] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:15.25] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:17.21] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:18.47] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.72] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.92] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.64] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.04] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.61] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:32.15] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.48] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.23] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.96] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:42.15] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.69] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.82] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.76] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:54.07] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:56.25] Let's kill him\n[01:58.16] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[02:00.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Stillmatic\n  duration_ms: 134000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 3350\n  end_ms: 5640\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5640\n  end_ms: 7800\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7800\n  end_ms: 10360\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10360\n  end_ms: 12710\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12710\n  end_ms: 14470\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14470\n  end_ms: 16130\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16130\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 20540\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20540\n  end_ms: 22620\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22620\n  end_ms: 23910\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23910\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 29650\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29650\n  end_ms: 32110\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32110\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37620\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37620\n  end_ms: 40290\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40290\n  end_ms: 42330\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42330\n  end_ms: 45120\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 45120\n  end_ms: 50170\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50170\n  end_ms: 52790\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52790\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 57310\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57310\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 62520\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62520\n  end_ms: 64800\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64800\n  end_ms: 67590\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67590\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72660\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 72660\n  end_ms: 75250\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 75250\n  end_ms: 77210\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 77210\n  end_ms: 78470\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 78470\n  end_ms: 79720\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79720\n  end_ms: 81920\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81920\n  end_ms: 84640\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 87040\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87040\n  end_ms: 89610\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89610\n  end_ms: 92150\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 92150\n  end_ms: 94480\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94480\n  end_ms: 97230\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97230\n  end_ms: 99960\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99960\n  end_ms: 102150\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 102150\n  end_ms: 104690\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104690\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 110760\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110760\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116250\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 116250\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 120900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 120900\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":29655387,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Stillmatic (Japan Edition)","duration":134.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.35] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.64] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.80] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.36] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.71] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.47] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.13] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.58] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.82] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.54] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.62] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.91] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.66] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.96] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.65] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.11] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.77] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.62] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.29] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.33] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:45.12] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.17] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.79] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:55.00] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.31] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[01:00.22] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.52] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.80] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.59] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.86] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:12.66] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:15.25] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:17.21] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:18.47] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.72] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.92] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.64] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.04] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.61] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:32.15] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.48] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.23] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.96] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:42.15] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.69] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.82] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.76] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:54.07] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:56.25] Let's kill him\n[01:58.16] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[02:00.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Stillmatic (Japan Edition)\n  duration_ms: 134000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 3350\n  end_ms: 5640\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5640\n  end_ms: 7800\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7800\n  end_ms: 10360\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10360\n  end_ms: 12710\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12710\n  end_ms: 14470\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14470\n  end_ms: 16130\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16130\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 20540\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20540\n  end_ms: 22620\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22620\n  end_ms: 23910\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23910\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 29650\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29650\n  end_ms: 32110\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32110\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37620\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37620\n  end_ms: 40290\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40290\n  end_ms: 42330\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42330\n  end_ms: 45120\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 45120\n  end_ms: 50170\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50170\n  end_ms: 52790\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52790\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 57310\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57310\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 62520\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62520\n  end_ms: 64800\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64800\n  end_ms: 67590\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67590\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72660\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 72660\n  end_ms: 75250\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 75250\n  end_ms: 77210\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 77210\n  end_ms: 78470\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 78470\n  end_ms: 79720\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79720\n  end_ms: 81920\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81920\n  end_ms: 84640\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 87040\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87040\n  end_ms: 89610\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89610\n  end_ms: 92150\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 92150\n  end_ms: 94480\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94480\n  end_ms: 97230\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97230\n  end_ms: 99960\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99960\n  end_ms: 102150\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 102150\n  end_ms: 104690\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104690\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 110760\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110760\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116250\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 116250\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 120900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 120900\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":32392613,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Stillmatic A Cappella LP","duration":117.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.35] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.64] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.80] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.36] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.71] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.47] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.13] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.58] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.82] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.54] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.62] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.91] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.66] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.96] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.65] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.11] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.77] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.62] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.29] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.33] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:45.12] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.17] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.79] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:55.00] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.31] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[01:00.22] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.52] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.80] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.59] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.86] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:12.66] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:15.25] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:17.21] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:18.47] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.72] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.92] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.64] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.04] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.61] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:32.15] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.48] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.23] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.96] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:42.15] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.69] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.82] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.76] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:54.07] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:56.25] Let's kill him\n[01:58.16] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[02:00.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Stillmatic A Cappella LP\n  duration_ms: 117000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 3350\n  end_ms: 5640\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5640\n  end_ms: 7800\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7800\n  end_ms: 10360\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10360\n  end_ms: 12710\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12710\n  end_ms: 14470\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14470\n  end_ms: 16130\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16130\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 20540\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20540\n  end_ms: 22620\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22620\n  end_ms: 23910\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23910\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 29650\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29650\n  end_ms: 32110\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32110\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37620\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37620\n  end_ms: 40290\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40290\n  end_ms: 42330\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42330\n  end_ms: 45120\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 45120\n  end_ms: 50170\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50170\n  end_ms: 52790\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52790\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 57310\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57310\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 62520\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62520\n  end_ms: 64800\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64800\n  end_ms: 67590\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67590\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72660\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 72660\n  end_ms: 75250\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 75250\n  end_ms: 77210\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 77210\n  end_ms: 78470\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 78470\n  end_ms: 79720\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79720\n  end_ms: 81920\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81920\n  end_ms: 84640\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 87040\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87040\n  end_ms: 89610\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89610\n  end_ms: 92150\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 92150\n  end_ms: 94480\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94480\n  end_ms: 97230\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97230\n  end_ms: 99960\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99960\n  end_ms: 102150\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 102150\n  end_ms: 104690\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104690\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 110760\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110760\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116250\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 116250\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 120900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 120900\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":30907809,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Stillmatic [Disc 1]","duration":134.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.35] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.64] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.80] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.36] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.71] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.47] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.13] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.58] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.82] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.54] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.62] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.91] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.66] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.96] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.65] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.11] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.77] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.62] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.29] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.33] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:45.12] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.17] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.79] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:55.00] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.31] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[01:00.22] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.52] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.80] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.59] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.86] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:12.66] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:15.25] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:17.21] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:18.47] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.72] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.92] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.64] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.04] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.61] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:32.15] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.48] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.23] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.96] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:42.15] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.69] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.82] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.76] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:54.07] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:56.25] Let's kill him\n[01:58.16] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[02:00.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Stillmatic [Disc 1]\n  duration_ms: 134000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 3350\n  end_ms: 5640\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5640\n  end_ms: 7800\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7800\n  end_ms: 10360\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10360\n  end_ms: 12710\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12710\n  end_ms: 14470\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14470\n  end_ms: 16130\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16130\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 20540\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20540\n  end_ms: 22620\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22620\n  end_ms: 23910\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23910\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 29650\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29650\n  end_ms: 32110\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32110\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37620\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37620\n  end_ms: 40290\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40290\n  end_ms: 42330\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42330\n  end_ms: 45120\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 45120\n  end_ms: 50170\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50170\n  end_ms: 52790\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52790\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 57310\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57310\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 62520\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62520\n  end_ms: 64800\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64800\n  end_ms: 67590\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67590\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72660\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 72660\n  end_ms: 75250\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 75250\n  end_ms: 77210\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 77210\n  end_ms: 78470\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 78470\n  end_ms: 79720\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79720\n  end_ms: 81920\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81920\n  end_ms: 84640\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 87040\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87040\n  end_ms: 89610\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89610\n  end_ms: 92150\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 92150\n  end_ms: 94480\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94480\n  end_ms: 97230\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97230\n  end_ms: 99960\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99960\n  end_ms: 102150\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 102150\n  end_ms: 104690\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104690\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 110760\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110760\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116250\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 116250\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 120900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 120900\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":17341823,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Stillmatic [Limited] CD1","duration":134.974694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.16] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.31] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.79] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.04] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.42] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:13.97] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:15.92] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.33] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.54] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.33] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.09] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.59] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.29] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.46] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.16] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.23] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.54] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.45] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:39.92] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:41.97] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:44.78] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:49.70] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.44] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:54.50] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:56.97] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[00:59.86] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:01.97] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.37] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.23] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.30] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:12.63] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:14.60] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:16.62] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:17.73] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.25] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.54] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.21] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:26.56] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.38] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:31.66] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:33.89] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:36.77] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.45] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:41.58] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.14] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:48.02] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.02] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:53.68] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:55.57] Let's kill him\n[01:57.94] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. 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Peace\"\n"},{"id":17682095,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Stillmatic [Limited]","duration":134.974694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.16] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.31] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.79] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.04] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.42] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:13.97] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:15.92] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.33] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.54] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.33] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.09] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.59] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.29] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.46] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.16] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.23] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.54] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.45] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:39.92] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:41.97] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:44.78] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:49.70] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.44] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:54.50] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:56.97] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[00:59.86] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:01.97] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.37] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.23] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.30] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:12.63] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:14.60] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:16.62] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:17.73] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.25] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.54] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.21] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:26.56] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.38] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:31.66] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:33.89] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:36.77] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.45] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:41.58] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.14] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:48.02] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.02] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:53.68] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:55.57] Let's kill him\n[01:57.94] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[01:59.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Stillmatic [Limited]\n  duration_ms: 134975\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 3160\n  end_ms: 5310\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5310\n  end_ms: 7790\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7790\n  end_ms: 10040\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10040\n  end_ms: 12420\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12420\n  end_ms: 13970\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 13970\n  end_ms: 15920\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 15920\n  end_ms: 17330\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17330\n  end_ms: 18540\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18540\n  end_ms: 20330\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20330\n  end_ms: 22090\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22090\n  end_ms: 23590\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23590\n  end_ms: 25290\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25290\n  end_ms: 27460\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27460\n  end_ms: 29160\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29160\n  end_ms: 32230\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32230\n  end_ms: 34540\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34540\n  end_ms: 37450\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37450\n  end_ms: 39920\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 39920\n  end_ms: 41970\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 41970\n  end_ms: 44780\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 44780\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 52440\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52440\n  end_ms: 54500\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 54500\n  end_ms: 56970\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 56970\n  end_ms: 59860\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 59860\n  end_ms: 61970\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 61970\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67230\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67230\n  end_ms: 69300\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69300\n  end_ms: 72630\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 72630\n  end_ms: 74600\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 74600\n  end_ms: 76620\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 76620\n  end_ms: 77730\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 77730\n  end_ms: 79250\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79250\n  end_ms: 81540\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81540\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 86560\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 86560\n  end_ms: 89380\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89380\n  end_ms: 91660\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 91660\n  end_ms: 93890\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 93890\n  end_ms: 96770\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 96770\n  end_ms: 99450\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99450\n  end_ms: 101580\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 101580\n  end_ms: 104140\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104140\n  end_ms: 108020\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 108020\n  end_ms: 110020\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110020\n  end_ms: 113680\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 113680\n  end_ms: 115570\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 115570\n  end_ms: 117940\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 117940\n  end_ms: 119860\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 119860\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":17529006,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Stillmatic RETAIL","duration":133.935125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.97] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.58] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.98] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.11] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.63] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.27] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.16] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.26] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.81] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.44] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.22] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.77] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.41] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.25] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.08] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.23] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.59] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.66] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.26] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.21] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:47.38] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.27] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.69] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:54.51] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.00] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[00:59.92] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.19] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.66] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.42] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.43] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:11.85] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:14.70] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:16.72] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:17.94] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.40] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.74] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.42] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.17] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.21] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:31.73] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.02] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.13] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.61] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:41.74] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.38] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.60] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.18] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:53.38] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:55.15] Let's kill him\n[01:57.84] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[01:59.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Stillmatic RETAIL\n  duration_ms: 133935\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 2970\n  end_ms: 5580\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5580\n  end_ms: 7980\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7980\n  end_ms: 10110\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10110\n  end_ms: 12630\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12630\n  end_ms: 14270\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14270\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 17260\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17260\n  end_ms: 18810\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18810\n  end_ms: 20440\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20440\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22220\n  end_ms: 23770\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23770\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 32230\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32230\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 37660\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37660\n  end_ms: 40260\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40260\n  end_ms: 42210\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42210\n  end_ms: 47380\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 47380\n  end_ms: 50270\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50270\n  end_ms: 52690\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52690\n  end_ms: 54510\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 54510\n  end_ms: 57000\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57000\n  end_ms: 59920\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 59920\n  end_ms: 62190\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62190\n  end_ms: 64660\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64660\n  end_ms: 67420\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67420\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 71850\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 71850\n  end_ms: 74700\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 74700\n  end_ms: 76720\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 76720\n  end_ms: 77940\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 77940\n  end_ms: 79400\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79400\n  end_ms: 81740\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81740\n  end_ms: 84420\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84420\n  end_ms: 87170\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87170\n  end_ms: 89210\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89210\n  end_ms: 91730\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 91730\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 97130\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97130\n  end_ms: 99610\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99610\n  end_ms: 101740\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 101740\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 107600\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107600\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 113380\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 113380\n  end_ms: 115150\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 115150\n  end_ms: 117840\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 117840\n  end_ms: 119760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 119760\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":17655866,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Stillmatic [Expanded] (1 of 2)","duration":133.990062,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.97] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.58] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.98] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.11] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.63] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.27] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.16] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.26] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.81] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.44] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.22] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.77] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.41] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.25] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.08] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.23] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.59] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.66] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.26] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.21] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:47.38] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.27] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.69] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:54.51] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.00] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[00:59.92] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.19] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.66] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.42] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.43] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:11.85] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:14.70] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:16.72] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:17.94] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.40] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.74] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.42] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.17] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.21] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:31.73] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.02] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.13] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.61] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:41.74] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.38] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.60] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.18] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:53.38] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:55.15] Let's kill him\n[01:57.84] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[01:59.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Stillmatic [Expanded] (1 of 2)\n  duration_ms: 133990\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 2970\n  end_ms: 5580\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5580\n  end_ms: 7980\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7980\n  end_ms: 10110\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10110\n  end_ms: 12630\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12630\n  end_ms: 14270\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14270\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 17260\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17260\n  end_ms: 18810\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18810\n  end_ms: 20440\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20440\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22220\n  end_ms: 23770\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23770\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 32230\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32230\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 37660\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37660\n  end_ms: 40260\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40260\n  end_ms: 42210\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42210\n  end_ms: 47380\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 47380\n  end_ms: 50270\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50270\n  end_ms: 52690\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52690\n  end_ms: 54510\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 54510\n  end_ms: 57000\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57000\n  end_ms: 59920\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 59920\n  end_ms: 62190\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62190\n  end_ms: 64660\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64660\n  end_ms: 67420\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67420\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 71850\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 71850\n  end_ms: 74700\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 74700\n  end_ms: 76720\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 76720\n  end_ms: 77940\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 77940\n  end_ms: 79400\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79400\n  end_ms: 81740\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81740\n  end_ms: 84420\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84420\n  end_ms: 87170\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87170\n  end_ms: 89210\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89210\n  end_ms: 91730\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 91730\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 97130\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97130\n  end_ms: 99610\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99610\n  end_ms: 101740\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 101740\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 107600\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107600\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 113380\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 113380\n  end_ms: 115150\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 115150\n  end_ms: 117840\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 117840\n  end_ms: 119760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 119760\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":18475090,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"1000 Greatest Hip-Hop & Rap Songs","duration":133.933,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.97] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.58] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.98] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.11] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.63] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.27] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.16] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.26] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.81] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.44] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.22] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.77] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.41] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.25] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.08] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.23] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.59] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.66] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.26] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.21] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:47.38] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.27] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.69] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:54.51] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.00] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[00:59.92] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.19] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.66] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.42] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.43] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:11.85] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:14.70] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:16.72] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:17.94] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.40] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.74] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.42] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.17] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.21] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:31.73] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.02] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.13] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.61] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:41.74] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.38] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.60] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.18] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:53.38] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:55.15] Let's kill him\n[01:57.84] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[01:59.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: 1000 Greatest Hip-Hop & Rap Songs\n  duration_ms: 133933\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 2970\n  end_ms: 5580\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5580\n  end_ms: 7980\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7980\n  end_ms: 10110\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10110\n  end_ms: 12630\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12630\n  end_ms: 14270\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14270\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 17260\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17260\n  end_ms: 18810\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18810\n  end_ms: 20440\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20440\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22220\n  end_ms: 23770\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23770\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 32230\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32230\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 37660\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37660\n  end_ms: 40260\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40260\n  end_ms: 42210\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42210\n  end_ms: 47380\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 47380\n  end_ms: 50270\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50270\n  end_ms: 52690\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52690\n  end_ms: 54510\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 54510\n  end_ms: 57000\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57000\n  end_ms: 59920\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 59920\n  end_ms: 62190\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62190\n  end_ms: 64660\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64660\n  end_ms: 67420\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67420\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 71850\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 71850\n  end_ms: 74700\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 74700\n  end_ms: 76720\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 76720\n  end_ms: 77940\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 77940\n  end_ms: 79400\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79400\n  end_ms: 81740\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81740\n  end_ms: 84420\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84420\n  end_ms: 87170\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87170\n  end_ms: 89210\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89210\n  end_ms: 91730\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 91730\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 97130\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97130\n  end_ms: 99610\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99610\n  end_ms: 101740\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 101740\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 107600\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107600\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 113380\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 113380\n  end_ms: 115150\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 115150\n  end_ms: 117840\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 117840\n  end_ms: 119760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 119760\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":18483896,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Stillmatic [16]","duration":134.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.97] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.58] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.98] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.11] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.63] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.27] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.16] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.26] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.81] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.44] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.22] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.77] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.41] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.25] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.08] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.23] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.59] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.66] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.26] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.21] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:47.38] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.27] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.69] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:54.51] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.00] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[00:59.92] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.19] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.66] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.42] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.43] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:11.85] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:14.70] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:16.72] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:17.94] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.40] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.74] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.42] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.17] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.21] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:31.73] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.02] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.13] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.61] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:41.74] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.38] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.60] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.18] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:53.38] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:55.15] Let's kill him\n[01:57.84] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. 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Peace\"\n"},{"id":16385139,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"2:14","duration":133.92,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.97] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.58] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.98] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.11] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.63] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.27] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.16] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.26] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.81] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.44] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.22] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.77] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.41] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.25] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.08] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.23] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.59] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.66] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.26] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.21] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:47.38] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.27] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.69] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:54.51] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.00] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[00:59.92] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.19] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.66] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.42] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.43] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:11.85] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:14.70] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:16.72] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:17.94] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.40] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.74] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.42] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.17] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.21] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:31.73] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.02] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.13] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.61] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:41.74] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.38] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.60] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.18] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:53.38] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:55.15] Let's kill him\n[01:57.84] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[01:59.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: 2:14\n  duration_ms: 133920\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 2970\n  end_ms: 5580\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5580\n  end_ms: 7980\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7980\n  end_ms: 10110\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10110\n  end_ms: 12630\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12630\n  end_ms: 14270\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14270\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 17260\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17260\n  end_ms: 18810\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18810\n  end_ms: 20440\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20440\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22220\n  end_ms: 23770\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23770\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 32230\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32230\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 37660\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37660\n  end_ms: 40260\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40260\n  end_ms: 42210\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42210\n  end_ms: 47380\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 47380\n  end_ms: 50270\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50270\n  end_ms: 52690\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52690\n  end_ms: 54510\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 54510\n  end_ms: 57000\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57000\n  end_ms: 59920\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 59920\n  end_ms: 62190\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62190\n  end_ms: 64660\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64660\n  end_ms: 67420\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67420\n  end_ms: 69430\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69430\n  end_ms: 71850\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 71850\n  end_ms: 74700\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 74700\n  end_ms: 76720\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 76720\n  end_ms: 77940\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 77940\n  end_ms: 79400\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79400\n  end_ms: 81740\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81740\n  end_ms: 84420\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84420\n  end_ms: 87170\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87170\n  end_ms: 89210\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89210\n  end_ms: 91730\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 91730\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 97130\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97130\n  end_ms: 99610\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99610\n  end_ms: 101740\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 101740\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 107600\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107600\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 113380\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 113380\n  end_ms: 115150\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 115150\n  end_ms: 117840\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 117840\n  end_ms: 119760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 119760\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":15360561,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Stillmatic","duration":137.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.11] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.33] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.77] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.06] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.42] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:13.92] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:15.98] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.39] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.50] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.33] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.06] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.56] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.29] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.42] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.18] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.28] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.56] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.44] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:39.93] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:41.94] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:44.77] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:49.75] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.49] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:54.58] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:56.93] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[00:59.86] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:01.90] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.37] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.28] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.31] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:12.67] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:14.60] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:16.65] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:17.74] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.26] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.57] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.27] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:26.54] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.37] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:31.67] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:33.88] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:36.73] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.43] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:41.58] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.16] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:48.02] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.07] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:53.62] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:55.56] Let's kill him\n[01:57.90] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[01:59.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Stillmatic\n  duration_ms: 137000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 3110\n  end_ms: 5330\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5330\n  end_ms: 7770\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7770\n  end_ms: 10060\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10060\n  end_ms: 12420\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12420\n  end_ms: 13920\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 13920\n  end_ms: 15980\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 15980\n  end_ms: 17390\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17390\n  end_ms: 18500\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18500\n  end_ms: 20330\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20330\n  end_ms: 22060\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22060\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23560\n  end_ms: 25290\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25290\n  end_ms: 27420\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27420\n  end_ms: 29180\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29180\n  end_ms: 32280\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32280\n  end_ms: 34560\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34560\n  end_ms: 37440\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37440\n  end_ms: 39930\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 39930\n  end_ms: 41940\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 41940\n  end_ms: 44770\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 44770\n  end_ms: 49750\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 49750\n  end_ms: 52490\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52490\n  end_ms: 54580\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 54580\n  end_ms: 56930\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 56930\n  end_ms: 59860\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 59860\n  end_ms: 61900\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 61900\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67280\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67280\n  end_ms: 69310\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69310\n  end_ms: 72670\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 72670\n  end_ms: 74600\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 74600\n  end_ms: 76650\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 76650\n  end_ms: 77740\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 77740\n  end_ms: 79260\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79260\n  end_ms: 81570\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81570\n  end_ms: 84270\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84270\n  end_ms: 86540\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 86540\n  end_ms: 89370\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89370\n  end_ms: 91670\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 91670\n  end_ms: 93880\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 93880\n  end_ms: 96730\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 96730\n  end_ms: 99430\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99430\n  end_ms: 101580\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 101580\n  end_ms: 104160\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104160\n  end_ms: 108020\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 108020\n  end_ms: 110070\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110070\n  end_ms: 113620\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 113620\n  end_ms: 115560\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 115560\n  end_ms: 117900\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 117900\n  end_ms: 119820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 119820\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. 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Peace\"\n[02:00.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: NAS\n  album: Stillmatic\n  duration_ms: 206472\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 3350\n  end_ms: 5640\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5640\n  end_ms: 7800\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7800\n  end_ms: 10360\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10360\n  end_ms: 12710\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12710\n  end_ms: 14470\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14470\n  end_ms: 16130\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16130\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 20540\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20540\n  end_ms: 22620\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22620\n  end_ms: 23910\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23910\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 29650\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29650\n  end_ms: 32110\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32110\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37620\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37620\n  end_ms: 40290\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40290\n  end_ms: 42330\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42330\n  end_ms: 45120\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 45120\n  end_ms: 50170\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50170\n  end_ms: 52790\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52790\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 57310\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57310\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 62520\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62520\n  end_ms: 64800\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64800\n  end_ms: 67590\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67590\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72660\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 72660\n  end_ms: 75250\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 75250\n  end_ms: 77210\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 77210\n  end_ms: 78470\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 78470\n  end_ms: 79720\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79720\n  end_ms: 81920\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81920\n  end_ms: 84640\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 87040\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87040\n  end_ms: 89610\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89610\n  end_ms: 92150\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 92150\n  end_ms: 94480\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94480\n  end_ms: 97230\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97230\n  end_ms: 99960\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99960\n  end_ms: 102150\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 102150\n  end_ms: 104690\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104690\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 110760\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110760\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116250\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 116250\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 120900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 120900\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":24199532,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Made You Look: God’s Son Live 2002","duration":108.511134,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.35] Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n[00:05.64] Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n[00:07.80] Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n[00:10.36] I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n[00:12.71] The bullet goes back in the gun\n[00:14.47] The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n[00:16.13] Now he back to square one\n[00:17.58] Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n[00:18.82] I put my fifth back on my hip\n[00:20.54] It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n[00:22.62] He put his hands back on his bitch\n[00:23.91] My caravan doors open up\n[00:25.66] I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n[00:27.96] Going reverse, slowly prepared\n[00:29.65] My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n[00:32.11] Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n[00:34.77] The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n[00:37.62] Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n[00:40.29] The blunt turns back into a cigar\n[00:42.33] We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n[00:45.12] I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n[00:50.17] Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n[00:52.79] I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n[00:55.00] Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n[00:57.31] The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n[01:00.22] So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n[01:02.52] Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n[01:04.80] 'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n[01:07.59] Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n[01:09.86] I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n[01:12.66] Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n[01:15.25] She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n[01:17.21] I told her, \"No hell\"\n[01:18.47] She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n[01:19.72] Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n[01:21.92] Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n[01:24.64] Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n[01:27.04] Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n[01:29.61] Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n[01:32.15] Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n[01:34.48] I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n[01:37.23] The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n[01:39.96] And that's about the time the story begun\n[01:42.15] That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n[01:44.69] It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n[01:47.82] Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n[01:50.76] Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n[01:54.07] I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n[01:56.25] Let's kill him\n[01:58.16] \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n[02:00.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rewind\n  artist: Nas\n  album: 'Made You Look: God’s Son Live 2002'\n  duration_ms: 108511\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  start_ms: 3350\n  end_ms: 5640\n- text: Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  start_ms: 5640\n  end_ms: 7800\n- text: Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  start_ms: 7800\n  end_ms: 10360\n- text: I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n  start_ms: 10360\n  end_ms: 12710\n- text: The bullet goes back in the gun\n  start_ms: 12710\n  end_ms: 14470\n- text: The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  start_ms: 14470\n  end_ms: 16130\n- text: Now he back to square one\n  start_ms: 16130\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: I put my fifth back on my hip\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 20540\n- text: It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  start_ms: 20540\n  end_ms: 22620\n- text: He put his hands back on his bitch\n  start_ms: 22620\n  end_ms: 23910\n- text: My caravan doors open up\n  start_ms: 23910\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 29650\n- text: My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  start_ms: 29650\n  end_ms: 32110\n- text: Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  start_ms: 32110\n  end_ms: 34770\n- text: The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  start_ms: 34770\n  end_ms: 37620\n- text: Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  start_ms: 37620\n  end_ms: 40290\n- text: The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  start_ms: 40290\n  end_ms: 42330\n- text: We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n  start_ms: 42330\n  end_ms: 45120\n- text: I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  start_ms: 45120\n  end_ms: 50170\n- text: Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  start_ms: 50170\n  end_ms: 52790\n- text: I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  start_ms: 52790\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 57310\n- text: The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  start_ms: 57310\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 62520\n- text: Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  start_ms: 62520\n  end_ms: 64800\n- text: '''Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"'\n  start_ms: 64800\n  end_ms: 67590\n- text: Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  start_ms: 67590\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72660\n- text: Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  start_ms: 72660\n  end_ms: 75250\n- text: She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  start_ms: 75250\n  end_ms: 77210\n- text: I told her, \"No hell\"\n  start_ms: 77210\n  end_ms: 78470\n- text: She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  start_ms: 78470\n  end_ms: 79720\n- text: Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  start_ms: 79720\n  end_ms: 81920\n- text: Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  start_ms: 81920\n  end_ms: 84640\n- text: Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n  start_ms: 84640\n  end_ms: 87040\n- text: Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  start_ms: 87040\n  end_ms: 89610\n- text: Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  start_ms: 89610\n  end_ms: 92150\n- text: Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  start_ms: 92150\n  end_ms: 94480\n- text: I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  start_ms: 94480\n  end_ms: 97230\n- text: The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  start_ms: 97230\n  end_ms: 99960\n- text: And that's about the time the story begun\n  start_ms: 99960\n  end_ms: 102150\n- text: That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  start_ms: 102150\n  end_ms: 104690\n- text: It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n  start_ms: 104690\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 110760\n- text: Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  start_ms: 110760\n  end_ms: 114070\n- text: I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  start_ms: 114070\n  end_ms: 116250\n- text: Let's kill him\n  start_ms: 116250\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: '\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"'\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 120900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 120900\nplain: |-\n  Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\n  Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\n  Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\n  I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\n  The bullet goes back in the gun\n  The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\n  Now he back to square one\n  Screaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\n  I put my fifth back on my hip\n  It's like a VCR rewinding a hit\n  He put his hands back on his bitch\n  My caravan doors open up\n  I jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\n  Going reverse, slowly prepared\n  My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\n  Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\n  The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\n  Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\n  The blunt turns back into a cigar\n  We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\n  I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\n  Back upstairs, took off the black shirt\n  I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\n  Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\n  The voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\n  So with my mouth wide, holding my heat\n  Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n  'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\n  Hung up the phone, then the phone rang\n  I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\n  Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\n  She fell to my bed and gave me a hug\n  I told her, \"No hell\"\n  She talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\n  Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\n  Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\n  Then got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\n  Got fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\n  Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\n  Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice\n  I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\n  The clock went back from three, to two, to one\n  And that's about the time the story begun\n  That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\n  It said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\n  Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\n  Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\n  I found him, right now, I see him right now!\n  Let's kill him\n\n  \"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace\"\n"},{"id":22380414,"name":"Rewind","trackName":"Rewind","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Original Album Classics","duration":133.933333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done\nPull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son\nDog, whatever they call you, god, just listen\nI spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending\n\nThe bullet goes back in the gun\nThe bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga\nNow he back to square one\nScreaming, \"Shoot don't please\"\nI put my fifth back on my hip\nIt's like a VCR rewinding a hit\nHe put his hands back on his bitch\nMy caravan doors open up\nI jumped back in the van and closed it shut\n\nGoing reverse, slowly prepared\nMy nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, \"Go he there\"\nSitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach\nThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth\nJungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar\nThe blunt turns back into a cigar\nWe listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans\n\nI give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first\nBack upstairs, took off the black shirt\nI'm in the crib with the phone to my ear\nListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear\nThe voice on the phone was like, \"Outside right we\"\nSo with my mouth wide, holding my heat\nBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya\n'Cause Jungle said, \"Block your on enemies the\"\n\nHung up the phone, then the phone rang\nI'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing\nWho left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug\nShe fell to my bed and gave me a hug\nI told her, \"No hell\"\nShe talking 'bout, \"Me kiss\"\nBobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick\nStarted sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit\nThen got up and put her bra back on her tits\n\nGot fully dressed and told me, \"Stressed really I'm\"\nPicked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind\nWalking through the door, she rang the bell twice\nI vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice\nThe clock went back from three, to two, to one\nAnd that's about the time the story begun\nThat's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell\nIt said, \"Son we found that nigga we gotta kill\"\n\nHey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?\nListen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man\nI found him, right now, I see him right now!\nLet's kill him\n\n\"Yo, this Nas, leave it. 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