[{"id":30391790,"name":"We All Die One Day","trackName":"We All Die One Day","artistName":"Obie Trice","albumName":"Obie Trice","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Tony Yayo\nYeah!\nYou rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\nShady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\nHere we go!\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\nVerse 1: Obie Trice\nNiggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\nLike you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\nLike I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\nI got issues, got no time\nGot guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\nShoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\nEverybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\nTough club niggas, we leave early\nCock back surely, open up your fade\nYour gray brain meets Motor City pave'\nYour nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\nO's an animal, skirts get murked\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\nTrust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\nI give a fuck where you from, who you be with\nKeep this a secret right, by the nuts\nA .45 that'll light niggas up\nAnd this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\nBut as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\nAnd make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\nPoverty'll make your ass bet\nMy words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\nThey say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\nIf that's the case, then get a bigger one\nYou don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\nThat's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\nI'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\nGot rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\nOut in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\nLiving lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\nI'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\nI travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\nYou should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\nYour boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 3: Eminem\n'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nName 'em, we gon' hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nI got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\nMy shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\nYou know how we do it when we do\nHow we do it when we come through\nG-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\nWe all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\nConsider this as a warning\nDisaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\nBut we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\nWe are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\nDragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\nGo ask B-Real\nWe burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\nWhen you was in diapers still\nShady Records, you better believe the hype is real\nThis is no joke, I don't smoke\nBut I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\nI'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\nBia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\nI'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\nWhen I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\nAt San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\nWith Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\nYou ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\nI put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\nSlice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\nI'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n(Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\nNobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\nI lack every sane chemical in my membrane\nI'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\nAnd you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\nI'll pee in a cup for three months\nI'm having an E party for Easter please come\n'Cause we gon'—\n\nVerse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n—bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nYou name 'em and we'll hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nYou can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\nI got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\nHave you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\nFear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\nSilverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\nI'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\nI watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\nAnd turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\nIf you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\nSo what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\nYou can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\nWhen I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\nThey say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\nIf the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\nHahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We All Die One Day\n  artist: Obie Trice\n  album: Obie Trice\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Tony Yayo\n  Yeah!\n  You rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\n  Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\n  Here we go!\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\n  Verse 1: Obie Trice\n  Niggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\n  Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\n  Like I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\n  I got issues, got no time\n  Got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\n  Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\n  Everybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\n  Tough club niggas, we leave early\n  Cock back surely, open up your fade\n  Your gray brain meets Motor City pave'\n  Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\n  O's an animal, skirts get murked\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\n  Trust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\n  I give a fuck where you from, who you be with\n  Keep this a secret right, by the nuts\n  A .45 that'll light niggas up\n  And this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\n  But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\n  And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\n  Poverty'll make your ass bet\n  My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\n  They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\n  If that's the case, then get a bigger one\n  You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\n  That's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\n  I'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\n  Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\n  Out in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\n  Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\n  I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\n  I travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\n  You should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\n  Your boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 3: Eminem\n  'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  Name 'em, we gon' hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\n  My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\n  You know how we do it when we do\n  How we do it when we come through\n  G-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\n  We all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\n  Consider this as a warning\n  Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\n  But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\n  We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\n  Dragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\n  Go ask B-Real\n  We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\n  When you was in diapers still\n  Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real\n  This is no joke, I don't smoke\n  But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\n  I'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\n  Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\n  I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\n  When I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\n  At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\n  With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\n  You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\n  I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\n  Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\n  I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n  (Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\n  Nobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\n  I lack every sane chemical in my membrane\n  I'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\n  And you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\n  I'll pee in a cup for three months\n  I'm having an E party for Easter please come\n  'Cause we gon'—\n\n  Verse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n  —bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  You name 'em and we'll hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  You can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\n  I got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\n  Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\n  Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\n  Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\n  I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\n  I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\n  And turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\n  If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\n  So what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\n  You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\n  When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\n  They say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\n  If the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\n  Hahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n"},{"id":24485340,"name":"We All Die One Day","trackName":"We All Die One Day","artistName":"Obie Trice","albumName":"Obie Trice - Cheers","duration":329.464313,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Tony Yayo\nYeah!\nYou rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\nShady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\nHere we go!\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\nVerse 1: Obie Trice\nNiggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\nLike you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\nLike I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\nI got issues, got no time\nGot guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\nShoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\nEverybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\nTough club niggas, we leave early\nCock back surely, open up your fade\nYour gray brain meets Motor City pave'\nYour nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\nO's an animal, skirts get murked\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\nTrust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\nI give a fuck where you from, who you be with\nKeep this a secret right, by the nuts\nA .45 that'll light niggas up\nAnd this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\nBut as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\nAnd make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\nPoverty'll make your ass bet\nMy words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\nThey say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\nIf that's the case, then get a bigger one\nYou don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\nThat's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\nI'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\nGot rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\nOut in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\nLiving lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\nI'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\nI travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\nYou should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\nYour boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 3: Eminem\n'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nName 'em, we gon' hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nI got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\nMy shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\nYou know how we do it when we do\nHow we do it when we come through\nG-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\nWe all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\nConsider this as a warning\nDisaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\nBut we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\nWe are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\nDragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\nGo ask B-Real\nWe burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\nWhen you was in diapers still\nShady Records, you better believe the hype is real\nThis is no joke, I don't smoke\nBut I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\nI'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\nBia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\nI'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\nWhen I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\nAt San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\nWith Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\nYou ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\nI put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\nSlice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\nI'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n(Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\nNobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\nI lack every sane chemical in my membrane\nI'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\nAnd you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\nI'll pee in a cup for three months\nI'm having an E party for Easter please come\n'Cause we gon'—\n\nVerse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n—bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nYou name 'em and we'll hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nYou can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\nI got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\nHave you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\nFear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\nSilverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\nI'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\nI watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\nAnd turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\nIf you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\nSo what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\nYou can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\nWhen I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\nThey say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\nIf the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\nHahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We All Die One Day\n  artist: Obie Trice\n  album: Obie Trice - Cheers\n  duration_ms: 329464\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Tony Yayo\n  Yeah!\n  You rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\n  Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\n  Here we go!\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\n  Verse 1: Obie Trice\n  Niggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\n  Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\n  Like I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\n  I got issues, got no time\n  Got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\n  Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\n  Everybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\n  Tough club niggas, we leave early\n  Cock back surely, open up your fade\n  Your gray brain meets Motor City pave'\n  Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\n  O's an animal, skirts get murked\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\n  Trust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\n  I give a fuck where you from, who you be with\n  Keep this a secret right, by the nuts\n  A .45 that'll light niggas up\n  And this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\n  But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\n  And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\n  Poverty'll make your ass bet\n  My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\n  They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\n  If that's the case, then get a bigger one\n  You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\n  That's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\n  I'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\n  Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\n  Out in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\n  Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\n  I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\n  I travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\n  You should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\n  Your boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 3: Eminem\n  'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  Name 'em, we gon' hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\n  My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\n  You know how we do it when we do\n  How we do it when we come through\n  G-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\n  We all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\n  Consider this as a warning\n  Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\n  But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\n  We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\n  Dragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\n  Go ask B-Real\n  We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\n  When you was in diapers still\n  Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real\n  This is no joke, I don't smoke\n  But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\n  I'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\n  Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\n  I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\n  When I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\n  At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\n  With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\n  You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\n  I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\n  Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\n  I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n  (Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\n  Nobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\n  I lack every sane chemical in my membrane\n  I'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\n  And you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\n  I'll pee in a cup for three months\n  I'm having an E party for Easter please come\n  'Cause we gon'—\n\n  Verse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n  —bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  You name 'em and we'll hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  You can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\n  I got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\n  Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\n  Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\n  Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\n  I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\n  I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\n  And turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\n  If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\n  So what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\n  You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\n  When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\n  They say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\n  If the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\n  Hahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n"},{"id":30280060,"name":"We All Die One Day","trackName":"We All Die One Day","artistName":"Obie Trice","albumName":"The Bar Is Open-Hosted by DJ G","duration":374.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Tony Yayo\nYeah!\nYou rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\nShady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\nHere we go!\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\nVerse 1: Obie Trice\nNiggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\nLike you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\nLike I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\nI got issues, got no time\nGot guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\nShoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\nEverybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\nTough club niggas, we leave early\nCock back surely, open up your fade\nYour gray brain meets Motor City pave'\nYour nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\nO's an animal, skirts get murked\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\nTrust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\nI give a fuck where you from, who you be with\nKeep this a secret right, by the nuts\nA .45 that'll light niggas up\nAnd this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\nBut as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\nAnd make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\nPoverty'll make your ass bet\nMy words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\nThey say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\nIf that's the case, then get a bigger one\nYou don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\nThat's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\nI'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\nGot rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\nOut in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\nLiving lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\nI'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\nI travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\nYou should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\nYour boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 3: Eminem\n'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nName 'em, we gon' hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nI got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\nMy shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\nYou know how we do it when we do\nHow we do it when we come through\nG-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\nWe all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\nConsider this as a warning\nDisaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\nBut we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\nWe are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\nDragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\nGo ask B-Real\nWe burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\nWhen you was in diapers still\nShady Records, you better believe the hype is real\nThis is no joke, I don't smoke\nBut I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\nI'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\nBia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\nI'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\nWhen I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\nAt San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\nWith Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\nYou ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\nI put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\nSlice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\nI'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n(Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\nNobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\nI lack every sane chemical in my membrane\nI'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\nAnd you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\nI'll pee in a cup for three months\nI'm having an E party for Easter please come\n'Cause we gon'—\n\nVerse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n—bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nYou name 'em and we'll hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nYou can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\nI got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\nHave you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\nFear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\nSilverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\nI'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\nI watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\nAnd turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\nIf you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\nSo what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\nYou can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\nWhen I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\nThey say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\nIf the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\nHahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We All Die One Day\n  artist: Obie Trice\n  album: The Bar Is Open-Hosted by DJ G\n  duration_ms: 374000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Tony Yayo\n  Yeah!\n  You rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\n  Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\n  Here we go!\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\n  Verse 1: Obie Trice\n  Niggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\n  Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\n  Like I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\n  I got issues, got no time\n  Got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\n  Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\n  Everybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\n  Tough club niggas, we leave early\n  Cock back surely, open up your fade\n  Your gray brain meets Motor City pave'\n  Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\n  O's an animal, skirts get murked\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\n  Trust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\n  I give a fuck where you from, who you be with\n  Keep this a secret right, by the nuts\n  A .45 that'll light niggas up\n  And this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\n  But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\n  And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\n  Poverty'll make your ass bet\n  My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\n  They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\n  If that's the case, then get a bigger one\n  You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\n  That's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\n  I'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\n  Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\n  Out in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\n  Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\n  I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\n  I travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\n  You should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\n  Your boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 3: Eminem\n  'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  Name 'em, we gon' hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\n  My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\n  You know how we do it when we do\n  How we do it when we come through\n  G-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\n  We all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\n  Consider this as a warning\n  Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\n  But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\n  We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\n  Dragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\n  Go ask B-Real\n  We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\n  When you was in diapers still\n  Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real\n  This is no joke, I don't smoke\n  But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\n  I'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\n  Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\n  I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\n  When I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\n  At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\n  With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\n  You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\n  I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\n  Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\n  I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n  (Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\n  Nobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\n  I lack every sane chemical in my membrane\n  I'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\n  And you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\n  I'll pee in a cup for three months\n  I'm having an E party for Easter please come\n  'Cause we gon'—\n\n  Verse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n  —bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  You name 'em and we'll hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  You can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\n  I got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\n  Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\n  Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\n  Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\n  I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\n  I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\n  And turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\n  If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\n  So what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\n  You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\n  When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\n  They say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\n  If the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\n  Hahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n"},{"id":24179168,"name":"We All Die One Day","trackName":"We All Die One Day","artistName":"Obie Trice","albumName":"The Bar Is Open","duration":373.812245,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Tony Yayo\nYeah!\nYou rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\nShady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\nHere we go!\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\nVerse 1: Obie Trice\nNiggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\nLike you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\nLike I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\nI got issues, got no time\nGot guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\nShoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\nEverybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\nTough club niggas, we leave early\nCock back surely, open up your fade\nYour gray brain meets Motor City pave'\nYour nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\nO's an animal, skirts get murked\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\nTrust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\nI give a fuck where you from, who you be with\nKeep this a secret right, by the nuts\nA .45 that'll light niggas up\nAnd this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\nBut as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\nAnd make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\nPoverty'll make your ass bet\nMy words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\nThey say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\nIf that's the case, then get a bigger one\nYou don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\nThat's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\nI'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\nGot rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\nOut in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\nLiving lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\nI'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\nI travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\nYou should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\nYour boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 3: Eminem\n'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nName 'em, we gon' hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nI got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\nMy shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\nYou know how we do it when we do\nHow we do it when we come through\nG-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\nWe all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\nConsider this as a warning\nDisaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\nBut we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\nWe are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\nDragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\nGo ask B-Real\nWe burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\nWhen you was in diapers still\nShady Records, you better believe the hype is real\nThis is no joke, I don't smoke\nBut I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\nI'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\nBia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\nI'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\nWhen I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\nAt San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\nWith Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\nYou ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\nI put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\nSlice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\nI'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n(Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\nNobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\nI lack every sane chemical in my membrane\nI'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\nAnd you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\nI'll pee in a cup for three months\nI'm having an E party for Easter please come\n'Cause we gon'—\n\nVerse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n—bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nYou name 'em and we'll hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nYou can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\nI got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\nHave you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\nFear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\nSilverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\nI'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\nI watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\nAnd turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\nIf you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\nSo what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\nYou can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\nWhen I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\nThey say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\nIf the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\nHahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We All Die One Day\n  artist: Obie Trice\n  album: The Bar Is Open\n  duration_ms: 373812\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Tony Yayo\n  Yeah!\n  You rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\n  Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\n  Here we go!\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\n  Verse 1: Obie Trice\n  Niggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\n  Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\n  Like I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\n  I got issues, got no time\n  Got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\n  Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\n  Everybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\n  Tough club niggas, we leave early\n  Cock back surely, open up your fade\n  Your gray brain meets Motor City pave'\n  Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\n  O's an animal, skirts get murked\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\n  Trust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\n  I give a fuck where you from, who you be with\n  Keep this a secret right, by the nuts\n  A .45 that'll light niggas up\n  And this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\n  But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\n  And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\n  Poverty'll make your ass bet\n  My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\n  They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\n  If that's the case, then get a bigger one\n  You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\n  That's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\n  I'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\n  Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\n  Out in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\n  Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\n  I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\n  I travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\n  You should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\n  Your boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 3: Eminem\n  'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  Name 'em, we gon' hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\n  My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\n  You know how we do it when we do\n  How we do it when we come through\n  G-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\n  We all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\n  Consider this as a warning\n  Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\n  But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\n  We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\n  Dragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\n  Go ask B-Real\n  We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\n  When you was in diapers still\n  Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real\n  This is no joke, I don't smoke\n  But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\n  I'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\n  Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\n  I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\n  When I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\n  At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\n  With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\n  You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\n  I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\n  Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\n  I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n  (Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\n  Nobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\n  I lack every sane chemical in my membrane\n  I'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\n  And you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\n  I'll pee in a cup for three months\n  I'm having an E party for Easter please come\n  'Cause we gon'—\n\n  Verse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n  —bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  You name 'em and we'll hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  You can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\n  I got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\n  Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\n  Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\n  Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\n  I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\n  I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\n  And turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\n  If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\n  So what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\n  You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\n  When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\n  They say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\n  If the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\n  Hahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n"},{"id":24217510,"name":"We All Die One Day","trackName":"We All Die One Day","artistName":"Obie Trice","albumName":"The Bar Is Open","duration":373.8,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Tony Yayo\nYeah!\nYou rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\nShady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\nHere we go!\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\nVerse 1: Obie Trice\nNiggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\nLike you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\nLike I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\nI got issues, got no time\nGot guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\nShoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\nEverybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\nTough club niggas, we leave early\nCock back surely, open up your fade\nYour gray brain meets Motor City pave'\nYour nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\nO's an animal, skirts get murked\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\nTrust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\nI give a fuck where you from, who you be with\nKeep this a secret right, by the nuts\nA .45 that'll light niggas up\nAnd this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\nBut as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\nAnd make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\nPoverty'll make your ass bet\nMy words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\nThey say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\nIf that's the case, then get a bigger one\nYou don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\nThat's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\nI'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\nGot rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\nOut in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\nLiving lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\nI'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\nI travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\nYou should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\nYour boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 3: Eminem\n'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nName 'em, we gon' hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nI got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\nMy shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\nYou know how we do it when we do\nHow we do it when we come through\nG-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\nWe all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\nConsider this as a warning\nDisaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\nBut we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\nWe are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\nDragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\nGo ask B-Real\nWe burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\nWhen you was in diapers still\nShady Records, you better believe the hype is real\nThis is no joke, I don't smoke\nBut I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\nI'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\nBia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\nI'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\nWhen I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\nAt San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\nWith Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\nYou ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\nI put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\nSlice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\nI'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n(Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\nNobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\nI lack every sane chemical in my membrane\nI'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\nAnd you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\nI'll pee in a cup for three months\nI'm having an E party for Easter please come\n'Cause we gon'—\n\nVerse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n—bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nYou name 'em and we'll hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nYou can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\nI got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\nHave you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\nFear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\nSilverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\nI'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\nI watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\nAnd turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\nIf you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\nSo what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\nYou can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\nWhen I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\nThey say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\nIf the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\nHahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We All Die One Day\n  artist: Obie Trice\n  album: The Bar Is Open\n  duration_ms: 373800\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Tony Yayo\n  Yeah!\n  You rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\n  Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\n  Here we go!\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\n  Verse 1: Obie Trice\n  Niggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\n  Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\n  Like I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\n  I got issues, got no time\n  Got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\n  Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\n  Everybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\n  Tough club niggas, we leave early\n  Cock back surely, open up your fade\n  Your gray brain meets Motor City pave'\n  Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\n  O's an animal, skirts get murked\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\n  Trust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\n  I give a fuck where you from, who you be with\n  Keep this a secret right, by the nuts\n  A .45 that'll light niggas up\n  And this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\n  But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\n  And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\n  Poverty'll make your ass bet\n  My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\n  They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\n  If that's the case, then get a bigger one\n  You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\n  That's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\n  I'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\n  Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\n  Out in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\n  Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\n  I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\n  I travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\n  You should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\n  Your boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 3: Eminem\n  'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  Name 'em, we gon' hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\n  My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\n  You know how we do it when we do\n  How we do it when we come through\n  G-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\n  We all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\n  Consider this as a warning\n  Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\n  But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\n  We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\n  Dragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\n  Go ask B-Real\n  We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\n  When you was in diapers still\n  Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real\n  This is no joke, I don't smoke\n  But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\n  I'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\n  Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\n  I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\n  When I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\n  At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\n  With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\n  You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\n  I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\n  Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\n  I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n  (Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\n  Nobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\n  I lack every sane chemical in my membrane\n  I'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\n  And you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\n  I'll pee in a cup for three months\n  I'm having an E party for Easter please come\n  'Cause we gon'—\n\n  Verse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n  —bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  You name 'em and we'll hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  You can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\n  I got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\n  Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\n  Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\n  Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\n  I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\n  I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\n  And turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\n  If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\n  So what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\n  You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\n  When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\n  They say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\n  If the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\n  Hahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n"},{"id":24161721,"name":"We All Die One Day","trackName":"We All Die One Day","artistName":"Obie Trice","albumName":"Cheers","duration":326.896327,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Tony Yayo\nYeah!\nYou rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\nShady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\nHere we go!\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\nVerse 1: Obie Trice\nNiggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\nLike you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\nLike I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\nI got issues, got no time\nGot guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\nShoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\nEverybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\nTough club niggas, we leave early\nCock back surely, open up your fade\nYour gray brain meets Motor City pave'\nYour nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\nO's an animal, skirts get murked\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\nTrust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\nI give a fuck where you from, who you be with\nKeep this a secret right, by the nuts\nA .45 that'll light niggas up\nAnd this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\nBut as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\nAnd make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\nPoverty'll make your ass bet\nMy words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\nThey say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\nIf that's the case, then get a bigger one\nYou don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\nThat's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\nI'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\nGot rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\nOut in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\nLiving lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\nI'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\nI travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\nYou should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\nYour boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 3: Eminem\n'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nName 'em, we gon' hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nI got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\nMy shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\nYou know how we do it when we do\nHow we do it when we come through\nG-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\nWe all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\nConsider this as a warning\nDisaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\nBut we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\nWe are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\nDragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\nGo ask B-Real\nWe burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\nWhen you was in diapers still\nShady Records, you better believe the hype is real\nThis is no joke, I don't smoke\nBut I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\nI'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\nBia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\nI'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\nWhen I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\nAt San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\nWith Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\nYou ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\nI put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\nSlice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\nI'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n(Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\nNobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\nI lack every sane chemical in my membrane\nI'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\nAnd you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\nI'll pee in a cup for three months\nI'm having an E party for Easter please come\n'Cause we gon'—\n\nVerse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n—bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nYou name 'em and we'll hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nYou can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\nI got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\nHave you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\nFear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\nSilverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\nI'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\nI watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\nAnd turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\nIf you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\nSo what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\nYou can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\nWhen I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\nThey say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\nIf the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\nHahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We All Die One Day\n  artist: Obie Trice\n  album: Cheers\n  duration_ms: 326896\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Tony Yayo\n  Yeah!\n  You rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\n  Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\n  Here we go!\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\n  Verse 1: Obie Trice\n  Niggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\n  Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\n  Like I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\n  I got issues, got no time\n  Got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\n  Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\n  Everybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\n  Tough club niggas, we leave early\n  Cock back surely, open up your fade\n  Your gray brain meets Motor City pave'\n  Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\n  O's an animal, skirts get murked\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\n  Trust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\n  I give a fuck where you from, who you be with\n  Keep this a secret right, by the nuts\n  A .45 that'll light niggas up\n  And this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\n  But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\n  And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\n  Poverty'll make your ass bet\n  My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\n  They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\n  If that's the case, then get a bigger one\n  You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\n  That's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\n  I'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\n  Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\n  Out in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\n  Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\n  I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\n  I travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\n  You should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\n  Your boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 3: Eminem\n  'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  Name 'em, we gon' hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\n  My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\n  You know how we do it when we do\n  How we do it when we come through\n  G-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\n  We all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\n  Consider this as a warning\n  Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\n  But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\n  We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\n  Dragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\n  Go ask B-Real\n  We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\n  When you was in diapers still\n  Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real\n  This is no joke, I don't smoke\n  But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\n  I'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\n  Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\n  I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\n  When I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\n  At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\n  With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\n  You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\n  I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\n  Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\n  I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n  (Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\n  Nobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\n  I lack every sane chemical in my membrane\n  I'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\n  And you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\n  I'll pee in a cup for three months\n  I'm having an E party for Easter please come\n  'Cause we gon'—\n\n  Verse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n  —bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  You name 'em and we'll hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  You can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\n  I got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\n  Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\n  Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\n  Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\n  I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\n  I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\n  And turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\n  If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\n  So what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\n  You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\n  When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\n  They say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\n  If the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\n  Hahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n"},{"id":23478203,"name":"We All Die One Day","trackName":"We All Die One Day","artistName":"Obie Trice","albumName":"Cheers","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Tony Yayo\nYeah!\nYou rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\nShady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\nHere we go!\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\nVerse 1: Obie Trice\nNiggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\nLike you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\nLike I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\nI got issues, got no time\nGot guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\nShoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\nEverybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\nTough club niggas, we leave early\nCock back surely, open up your fade\nYour gray brain meets Motor City pave'\nYour nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\nO's an animal, skirts get murked\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\nTrust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\nI give a fuck where you from, who you be with\nKeep this a secret right, by the nuts\nA .45 that'll light niggas up\nAnd this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\nBut as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\nAnd make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\nPoverty'll make your ass bet\nMy words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\nThey say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\nIf that's the case, then get a bigger one\nYou don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\nThat's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\nI'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\nGot rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\nOut in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\nLiving lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\nI'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\nI travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\nYou should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\nYour boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 3: Eminem\n'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nName 'em, we gon' hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nI got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\nMy shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\nYou know how we do it when we do\nHow we do it when we come through\nG-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\nWe all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\nConsider this as a warning\nDisaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\nBut we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\nWe are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\nDragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\nGo ask B-Real\nWe burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\nWhen you was in diapers still\nShady Records, you better believe the hype is real\nThis is no joke, I don't smoke\nBut I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\nI'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\nBia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\nI'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\nWhen I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\nAt San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\nWith Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\nYou ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\nI put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\nSlice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\nI'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n(Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\nNobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\nI lack every sane chemical in my membrane\nI'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\nAnd you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\nI'll pee in a cup for three months\nI'm having an E party for Easter please come\n'Cause we gon'—\n\nVerse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n—bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nYou name 'em and we'll hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nYou can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\nI got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\nHave you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\nFear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\nSilverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\nI'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\nI watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\nAnd turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\nIf you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\nSo what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\nYou can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\nWhen I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\nThey say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\nIf the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\nHahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We All Die One Day\n  artist: Obie Trice\n  album: Cheers\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Tony Yayo\n  Yeah!\n  You rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\n  Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\n  Here we go!\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\n  Verse 1: Obie Trice\n  Niggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\n  Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\n  Like I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\n  I got issues, got no time\n  Got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\n  Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\n  Everybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\n  Tough club niggas, we leave early\n  Cock back surely, open up your fade\n  Your gray brain meets Motor City pave'\n  Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\n  O's an animal, skirts get murked\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\n  Trust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\n  I give a fuck where you from, who you be with\n  Keep this a secret right, by the nuts\n  A .45 that'll light niggas up\n  And this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\n  But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\n  And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\n  Poverty'll make your ass bet\n  My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\n  They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\n  If that's the case, then get a bigger one\n  You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\n  That's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\n  I'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\n  Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\n  Out in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\n  Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\n  I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\n  I travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\n  You should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\n  Your boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 3: Eminem\n  'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  Name 'em, we gon' hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\n  My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\n  You know how we do it when we do\n  How we do it when we come through\n  G-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\n  We all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\n  Consider this as a warning\n  Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\n  But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\n  We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\n  Dragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\n  Go ask B-Real\n  We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\n  When you was in diapers still\n  Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real\n  This is no joke, I don't smoke\n  But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\n  I'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\n  Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\n  I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\n  When I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\n  At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\n  With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\n  You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\n  I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\n  Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\n  I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n  (Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\n  Nobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\n  I lack every sane chemical in my membrane\n  I'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\n  And you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\n  I'll pee in a cup for three months\n  I'm having an E party for Easter please come\n  'Cause we gon'—\n\n  Verse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n  —bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  You name 'em and we'll hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  You can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\n  I got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\n  Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\n  Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\n  Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\n  I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\n  I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\n  And turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\n  If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\n  So what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\n  You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\n  When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\n  They say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\n  If the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\n  Hahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n"},{"id":24428299,"name":"We All Die One Day","trackName":"We All Die One Day","artistName":"Obie Trice","albumName":"Cheers","duration":331.002833,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Tony Yayo\nYeah!\nYou rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\nShady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\nHere we go!\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\nVerse 1: Obie Trice\nNiggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\nLike you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\nLike I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\nI got issues, got no time\nGot guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\nShoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\nEverybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\nTough club niggas, we leave early\nCock back surely, open up your fade\nYour gray brain meets Motor City pave'\nYour nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\nO's an animal, skirts get murked\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\nTrust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\nI give a fuck where you from, who you be with\nKeep this a secret right, by the nuts\nA .45 that'll light niggas up\nAnd this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\nBut as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\nAnd make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\nPoverty'll make your ass bet\nMy words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\nThey say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\nIf that's the case, then get a bigger one\nYou don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\nThat's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\nI'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\nGot rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\nOut in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\nLiving lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\nI'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\nI travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\nYou should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\nYour boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 3: Eminem\n'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nName 'em, we gon' hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nI got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\nMy shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\nYou know how we do it when we do\nHow we do it when we come through\nG-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\nWe all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\nConsider this as a warning\nDisaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\nBut we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\nWe are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\nDragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\nGo ask B-Real\nWe burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\nWhen you was in diapers still\nShady Records, you better believe the hype is real\nThis is no joke, I don't smoke\nBut I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\nI'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\nBia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\nI'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\nWhen I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\nAt San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\nWith Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\nYou ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\nI put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\nSlice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\nI'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n(Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\nNobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\nI lack every sane chemical in my membrane\nI'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\nAnd you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\nI'll pee in a cup for three months\nI'm having an E party for Easter please come\n'Cause we gon'—\n\nVerse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n—bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nYou name 'em and we'll hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nYou can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\nI got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\nHave you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\nFear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\nSilverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\nI'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\nI watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\nAnd turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\nIf you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\nSo what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\nYou can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\nWhen I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\nThey say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\nIf the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\nHahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We All Die One Day\n  artist: Obie Trice\n  album: Cheers\n  duration_ms: 331003\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Tony Yayo\n  Yeah!\n  You rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\n  Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\n  Here we go!\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\n  Verse 1: Obie Trice\n  Niggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\n  Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\n  Like I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\n  I got issues, got no time\n  Got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\n  Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\n  Everybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\n  Tough club niggas, we leave early\n  Cock back surely, open up your fade\n  Your gray brain meets Motor City pave'\n  Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\n  O's an animal, skirts get murked\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\n  Trust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\n  I give a fuck where you from, who you be with\n  Keep this a secret right, by the nuts\n  A .45 that'll light niggas up\n  And this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\n  But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\n  And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\n  Poverty'll make your ass bet\n  My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\n  They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\n  If that's the case, then get a bigger one\n  You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\n  That's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\n  I'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\n  Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\n  Out in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\n  Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\n  I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\n  I travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\n  You should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\n  Your boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 3: Eminem\n  'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  Name 'em, we gon' hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\n  My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\n  You know how we do it when we do\n  How we do it when we come through\n  G-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\n  We all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\n  Consider this as a warning\n  Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\n  But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\n  We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\n  Dragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\n  Go ask B-Real\n  We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\n  When you was in diapers still\n  Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real\n  This is no joke, I don't smoke\n  But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\n  I'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\n  Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\n  I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\n  When I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\n  At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\n  With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\n  You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\n  I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\n  Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\n  I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n  (Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\n  Nobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\n  I lack every sane chemical in my membrane\n  I'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\n  And you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\n  I'll pee in a cup for three months\n  I'm having an E party for Easter please come\n  'Cause we gon'—\n\n  Verse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n  —bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  You name 'em and we'll hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  You can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\n  I got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\n  Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\n  Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\n  Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\n  I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\n  I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\n  And turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\n  If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\n  So what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\n  You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\n  When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\n  They say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\n  If the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\n  Hahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n"},{"id":28686060,"name":"We All Die One Day","trackName":"We All Die One Day","artistName":"Obie Trice","albumName":"Cheers","duration":349.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Tony Yayo\nYeah!\nYou rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\nShady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\nHere we go!\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\nVerse 1: Obie Trice\nNiggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\nLike you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\nLike I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\nI got issues, got no time\nGot guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\nShoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\nEverybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\nTough club niggas, we leave early\nCock back surely, open up your fade\nYour gray brain meets Motor City pave'\nYour nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\nO's an animal, skirts get murked\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\nTrust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\nI give a fuck where you from, who you be with\nKeep this a secret right, by the nuts\nA .45 that'll light niggas up\nAnd this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\nBut as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\nAnd make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\nPoverty'll make your ass bet\nMy words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\nThey say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\nIf that's the case, then get a bigger one\nYou don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\nThat's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\nI'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\nGot rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\nOut in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\nLiving lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\nI'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\nI travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\nYou should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\nYour boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day\n\nVerse 3: Eminem\n'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nName 'em, we gon' hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nI got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\nMy shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\nYou know how we do it when we do\nHow we do it when we come through\nG-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\nWe all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\nConsider this as a warning\nDisaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\nBut we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\nWe are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\nDragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\nGo ask B-Real\nWe burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\nWhen you was in diapers still\nShady Records, you better believe the hype is real\nThis is no joke, I don't smoke\nBut I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\nI'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\nBia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\nI'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\nWhen I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\nAt San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\nWith Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\nYou ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\nI put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\nSlice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\nI'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n(Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\nNobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\nI lack every sane chemical in my membrane\nI'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\nAnd you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\nI'll pee in a cup for three months\nI'm having an E party for Easter please come\n'Cause we gon'—\n\nVerse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n—bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\nYou name 'em and we'll hit 'em\nChew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\nAnd if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\nYou can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\nI got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\nHave you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\nFear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\nSilverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\nI'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\nI watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\nAnd turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\nIf you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\nSo what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\nYou can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\nWhen I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\nThey say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\nIf the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\nHahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\nChorus: Lloyd Banks\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou could run your mouth I don't care\nBut if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is a last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We All Die One Day\n  artist: Obie Trice\n  album: Cheers\n  duration_ms: 349000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Tony Yayo\n  Yeah!\n  You rocking with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo\n  Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins\n  Here we go!\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day (Obie Trice!) (Go!)\n\n  Verse 1: Obie Trice\n  Niggas, when I step up in a bar (Uh-huh), faggots wanna look (What?)\n  Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\n  Like I'ma stand here as a man and let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand (hahaha)\n  I got issues, got no time\n  Got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)\n  Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on!)\n  Everybody running for their motherfucking lives (ahh!)\n  Tough club niggas, we leave early\n  Cock back surely, open up your fade\n  Your gray brain meets Motor City pave'\n  Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z\n  O's an animal, skirts get murked\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard\n  Trust in God 'cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar\n  I give a fuck where you from, who you be with\n  Keep this a secret right, by the nuts\n  A .45 that'll light niggas up\n  And this .45 high make me not give a fuck\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent\n  But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\n  And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\n  Poverty'll make your ass bet\n  My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set\n  They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun\n  If that's the case, then get a bigger one\n  You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out the hood?\n  That's a stereotype, like everybody that's Black can jump\n  I'm in the white mink, the fabric is done\n  Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them\n  Out in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from\n  Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\n  I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train\n  I travel first-class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\n  You should be easy on my name 'cause I ain't going back and forth\n  Your boss and your captain soft (Bitch!)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n\n  Verse 3: Eminem\n  'Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  Name 'em, we gon' hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\n  My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them (boom!)\n  You know how we do it when we do\n  How we do it when we come through\n  G-Unit, D-1-2, and Obie\n  We all move like assassins, ski mask and gloves\n  Consider this as a warning\n  Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\n  But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up\n  We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though\n  Dragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorio's little sorry ho ass\n  Go ask B-Real\n  We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill did in the nineties (break it down!)\n  When you was in diapers still\n  Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real\n  This is no joke, I don't smoke\n  But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke (yeah!)\n  I'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe\n  Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'\n  I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\n  When I retire, I'll be spitting baby food on people\n  At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her\n  With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\n  You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?\n  I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\n  Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog\n  I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n  (Bring it, bring it, bring it back!)\n  Nobody told you that I'm loco, ése?\n  I lack every sane chemical in my membrane\n  I'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts\n  And you can get each one for free, so feast up (uh-huh!)\n  I'll pee in a cup for three months\n  I'm having an E party for Easter please come\n  'Cause we gon'—\n\n  Verse 4: 50 Cent & Eminem\n  —bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it\n  You name 'em and we'll hit 'em\n  Chew 'em up and spit 'em out—Hock-ptui—too much venom\n  And if you roll with 'em, we gon' fuck you up with 'em\n  You can do all them pushups to pump up your chest\n  I got a twelve-gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\n  Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\n  Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (goddamn)\n  Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\n  I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down (woo!)\n  I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy\n  And turn it off before it end 'cause the bad guy die (c'mon!)\n  If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\n  So what they got bodies on them? They still look new (yeah)\n  You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something\n  When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something\n  They say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie\n  If the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me\n  Hahaha, sorry Kim (Haha, oh, sorry, oh)\n\n  Chorus: Lloyd Banks\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You could run your mouth I don't care\n  But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is a last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day\n"},{"id":1034275,"name":"We All Die One Day","trackName":"We All Die One Day","artistName":"Obie Trice feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks & Eminem","albumName":"Cheers (UK Version)","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou can run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is the last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day (Obie Trice go!)\n\nNiggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna look\nLike you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\nLike I'm gonna stand here as a man and\nLet some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand\nI got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn niggaz' moms\nShoot up clubs and destroy niggaz' vibes\nEverybody running for their motherfucking lives\nTough club niggaz, we leave early, cock back surely\nOpen up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave\nYour nervous system still twitch off Jay Z\nHo's in animal skirts get mirked\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\nDon't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard\nTrust in \"God\"? It's 'cause you're about to catch a bullet scar\nI give a fuck where you from, who you be with\nKeep this a secret, right by the nuts\nA 4-5 that'll light niggaz up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck\n\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou can run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is the last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day (Obie Trice go!)\n\nBut as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\nAnd make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\nPoverty will make your ass bet on words\nTouch niggaz in jail make them wanna finish their last set\nThey say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun\nIf that's the case, then get a bigger one\nYou don't think I'm packed to pump cause I'm out of the hood\nThat's a stereotype like everyone that's black can jump\nI'm in a white mink, the fabric is done\nCop rings like MikeJordan, LarryBird, MagicJohnsonand them\nOut in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from\nLiving lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\nI'm the clouds, you don't see me in the train\nI travel first class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\nYou should be easy on my name, cause I ain't going back and forth\nYour boss and your captain's soft (Bitch)\n\nNiggas know what I'm about out here\nI don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\nYou can run your mouth, I don't care\nBut if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you\nIt's too real out here to be scared\nA real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\nA man is the last thing you should fear\nIt ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\nWe all die one day (Obie Trice go!)\n\nCause we gonna bring it to anybody who want it\nYou want it? you gon' get it\nName 'em we gon' hit em, chew em up and spit em out\nHRRK-PTT\nToo much venom, and if you roll with 'em\nWe gonna fuck you up with 'em\nI got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\nMy shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (BOOM)\nYou know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through\nG-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie, we all move like assassins\nSki masks and gloves Consider this as a warning\nDisaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\nBut we are fizast, fuck your little bitch ass up\nWe are not killersmy vato will have you shot though\nDrag through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osario\nLittle sorry hoe ass, go ask be Real\nWe burn source covers like fuckin Cypress Hill\nDid in the 90s, when you was in diapers still\nShady Records, \"you better believe the hype is real\"\nThis is no joke, I don't smoke\nBut I toke enough second hand to make my fuckin \"P.O.\" choke\nI'm an OGyou fuckin with a GI Joe\nBia Bia, mia meo a Vida loco\nI'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\nWhen I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people\nAt San Ysidro Ranch, huddled up next to her\nWith Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\nYou ever had your cap peeled back, or your shit pushed in?\nI put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\nSlice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and indo\nI'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\nNobody told you that I'm loco, esse?\nI lack every sane chemical in my membrane\nI'm Slim Sha \"D\" in the \"Dy\" is for \"deez nuts\"\nAnd you can get each one for free so feast up\nI pee in a cup for three monthsI'm having an E party for Easter, please come sqeeze guns\n\nWe gonna bring it to anybody who want it\nYou want it? 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you gon' get it\n  start_ms: 256750\n  end_ms: 257840\n- text: You name 'em, we gon' hit em, chew 'em up and spit em out\n  start_ms: 257840\n  end_ms: 261330\n- text: Too much venom and if you role with 'em\n  start_ms: 261330\n  end_ms: 263980\n- text: We gonna fuck you up with 'em\n  start_ms: 263980\n  end_ms: 265350\n- text: You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest\n  start_ms: 265350\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: I got a 12 gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 270270\n- text: Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\n  start_ms: 270270\n  end_ms: 272920\n- text: Fear me like you fear God cause I bring death\n  start_ms: 272920\n  end_ms: 275610\n- text: Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\n  start_ms: 275610\n  end_ms: 278110\n- text: I'm the strongest around you know how I get down\n  start_ms: 278110\n  end_ms: 280540\n- text: I watch gangster flicks and root for the bad guy\n  start_ms: 280540\n  end_ms: 283160\n- text: And turn it off before the end cause the bad guy die\n  start_ms: 283160\n  end_ms: 285520\n- text: If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\n  start_ms: 285520\n  end_ms: 288220\n- text: So what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new\n  start_ms: 288220\n  end_ms: 290630\n- text: You can raise your voice like you fiendin' to touch something\n  start_ms: 290630\n  end_ms: 293310\n- text: When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fiendin' to cut something\n  start_ms: 293310\n  end_ms: 295870\n- text: See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie\n  start_ms: 295870\n  end_ms: 298420\n- text: If the bitch think I love her, then the bitch don't know me\n  start_ms: 298420\n  end_ms: 301130\n- text: (50 Cent Ha-ha, Sorry Kim, ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 301130\n  end_ms: 304230\n- text: (Eminem oh, sorry oh)\n  start_ms: 304230\n  end_ms: 305690\n- text: Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  start_ms: 305690\n  end_ms: 307850\n- text: I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  start_ms: 307850\n  end_ms: 310490\n- text: You can run your mouth, I don't care\n  start_ms: 310490\n  end_ms: 313050\n- text: But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you\n  start_ms: 313050\n  end_ms: 315700\n- text: It's too real out here to be scared\n  start_ms: 315700\n  end_ms: 318170\n- text: A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  start_ms: 318170\n  end_ms: 320680\n- text: A man is the last thing you should fear\n  start_ms: 320680\n  end_ms: 323180\n- text: It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  start_ms: 323180\n  end_ms: 325610\n- text: We all die one day (Obie Trice go!)\n  start_ms: 325610\n  end_ms: 327030\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 327030\nplain: |-\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You can run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is the last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day (Obie Trice go!)\n\n  Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna look\n  Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook\n  Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and\n  Let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand\n  I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn niggaz' moms\n  Shoot up clubs and destroy niggaz' vibes\n  Everybody running for their motherfucking lives\n  Tough club niggaz, we leave early, cock back surely\n  Open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave\n  Your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z\n  Ho's in animal skirts get mirked\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt\n  Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard\n  Trust in \"God\"? It's 'cause you're about to catch a bullet scar\n  I give a fuck where you from, who you be with\n  Keep this a secret, right by the nuts\n  A 4-5 that'll light niggaz up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck\n\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You can run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is the last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day (Obie Trice go!)\n\n  But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks\n  And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks\n  Poverty will make your ass bet on words\n  Touch niggaz in jail make them wanna finish their last set\n  They say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun\n  If that's the case, then get a bigger one\n  You don't think I'm packed to pump cause I'm out of the hood\n  That's a stereotype like everyone that's black can jump\n  I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done\n  Cop rings like MikeJordan, LarryBird, MagicJohnsonand them\n  Out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from\n  Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come\n  I'm the clouds, you don't see me in the train\n  I travel first class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane\n  You should be easy on my name, cause I ain't going back and forth\n  Your boss and your captain's soft (Bitch)\n\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You can run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is the last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day (Obie Trice go!)\n\n  Cause we gonna bring it to anybody who want it\n  You want it? you gon' get it\n  Name 'em we gon' hit em, chew em up and spit em out\n  HRRK-PTT\n  Too much venom, and if you roll with 'em\n  We gonna fuck you up with 'em\n  I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose\n  My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (BOOM)\n  You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through\n  G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie, we all move like assassins\n  Ski masks and gloves Consider this as a warning\n  Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs\n  But we are fizast, fuck your little bitch ass up\n  We are not killersmy vato will have you shot though\n  Drag through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osario\n  Little sorry hoe ass, go ask be Real\n  We burn source covers like fuckin Cypress Hill\n  Did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still\n  Shady Records, \"you better believe the hype is real\"\n  This is no joke, I don't smoke\n  But I toke enough second hand to make my fuckin \"P.O.\" choke\n  I'm an OGyou fuckin with a GI Joe\n  Bia Bia, mia meo a Vida loco\n  I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me\n  When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people\n  At San Ysidro Ranch, huddled up next to her\n  With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs\n  You ever had your cap peeled back, or your shit pushed in?\n  I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion\n  Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and indo\n  I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog\n  Nobody told you that I'm loco, esse?\n  I lack every sane chemical in my membrane\n  I'm Slim Sha \"D\" in the \"Dy\" is for \"deez nuts\"\n  And you can get each one for free so feast up\n  I pee in a cup for three monthsI'm having an E party for Easter, please come sqeeze guns\n\n  We gonna bring it to anybody who want it\n  You want it? you gon' get it\n  You name 'em, we gon' hit em, chew 'em up and spit em out\n  Too much venom and if you role with 'em\n  We gonna fuck you up with 'em\n  You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest\n  I got a 12 gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest\n  Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest\n  Fear me like you fear God cause I bring death\n  Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle\n  I'm the strongest around you know how I get down\n  I watch gangster flicks and root for the bad guy\n  And turn it off before the end cause the bad guy die\n  If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to\n  So what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new\n  You can raise your voice like you fiendin' to touch something\n  When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fiendin' to cut something\n  See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie\n  If the bitch think I love her, then the bitch don't know me\n  (50 Cent Ha-ha, Sorry Kim, ha-ha)\n  (Eminem oh, sorry oh)\n\n  Niggas know what I'm about out here\n  I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to\n  You can run your mouth, I don't care\n  But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you\n  It's too real out here to be scared\n  A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to\n  A man is the last thing you should fear\n  It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you\n  We all die one day (Obie Trice go!)\n"}]