[{"id":5558247,"name":"Street Nigguz","trackName":"Street Nigguz","artistName":"Onyx","albumName":"Survival of the Illest, Volume 1","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus(x2):\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots\n\n[X-1]\nStreet niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\nWYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\nLeavin' you ripped is totally sick\nI sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\nYou on a curious a trip way out of your whack\nBlow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\nHoldin' my aim, with ways to wreck\nNever know what to expect\nRespect a hole in you chest\nMy mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\nThe way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\nOff the top\nMake money off of rocks\nOn and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\nWhose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next\nBut it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\nWit' a ghetto type style\nHeat for beef that we can settle right now\nStreet Niggaz\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Fredro Starr]\nStreet niggaz spend they lasts on weed\nSmoke to the ROACH\nDead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\nBust four guns, off the roof, trick\nOverproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\nEveryday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\nMy nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\nBitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\nJail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\nWe brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\nRobbin' liquor stores\n? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\nNever hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\nFuck work, nigga take cash\nWit' the quick FACTS\nOpen cases, wit' razors\nThey open faces\nPaid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\nChrome rims and loud systems\nSo what the light? You make the white\nPeople listen you five days out the prison\nWe...\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sonsee]\nStreet niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\nBust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\nWe back, we at the place, contact react\nCall back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\nFor violation of FUN, whichever come first\nLove for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\nIn Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\nSwervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\nUp in the Expo, E BAUR\nFor beef, the heat, the vowel\nCaught up in them street showers\nBuckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\nThe game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\nStreet niggaz regulatin'\nDoe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\nHigh speed car chases\nThe inner belly beast dwellin'\nBorn and raised, extortin' for days\nLeavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sticky Fingaz]\nI'm a street nigga\nFuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\nThey call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\nThis is not a game, kid I know my math\nI walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\nI DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\nThe nigga here's to rugged\nI pull out my dick and take a piss in public\nSmokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\nFuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\nPolice in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\nI kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\nOff safety, cock, wit' one in the head\nYou first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\nI got no respect for life\nMy mom's on drugs\nYou scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\nI'm so trife\nHope I can live another night\nAnd I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n'Cuz I'm a...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.65] Chorus(x2):\n[00:23.32] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:24.31] [Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time\n[00:26.12] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:27.99] [Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine\n[00:28.87] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:29.75] [Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops\n[00:31.54] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:32.41] [Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots\n[00:34.25] [X-1]\n[00:45.90] Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\n[00:47.88] WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\n[00:50.56] Leavin' you ripped is totally sick\n[00:53.28] I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\n[00:55.94] You on a curious a trip way out of your whack\n[00:58.68] Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\n[01:01.32] Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck\n[01:03.15] Never know what to expect\n[01:04.97] Respect a hole in you chest\n[01:06.71] My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\n[01:08.55] The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\n[01:11.25] Off the top\n[01:14.03] Make money off of rocks\n[01:14.98] On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\n[01:17.64] Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next\n[01:20.39] But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\n[01:23.02] Wit' a ghetto type style\n[01:24.84] Heat for beef that we can settle right now\n[01:25.78] Street Niggaz\n[01:28.45] Chorus(x2)\n[01:49.23] [Fredro Starr]\n[01:51.03] Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed\n[01:52.88] Smoke to the ROACH\n[01:53.75] Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\n[01:54.65] Bust four guns, off the roof, trick\n[01:56.47] Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\n[02:00.02] Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\n[02:03.71] My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\n[02:06.41] Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\n[02:09.14] Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\n[02:11.86] We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\n[02:14.52] Robbin' liquor stores\n[02:16.32] ? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\n[02:17.23] Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\n[02:19.92] Fuck work, nigga take cash\n[02:21.77] Wit' the quick FACTS\n[02:22.62] Open cases, wit' razors\n[02:23.53] They open faces\n[02:24.43] Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\n[02:27.18] Chrome rims and loud systems\n[02:29.85] So what the light? You make the white\n[02:31.79] People listen you five days out the prison\n[02:32.64] We...\n[02:33.59] Chorus(x2)\n[02:36.27] [Sonsee]\n[02:54.28] Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\n[02:56.98] Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\n[02:59.60] We back, we at the place, contact react\n[03:02.33] Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\n[03:05.07] For violation of FUN, whichever come first\n[03:07.86] Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\n[03:10.56] In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\n[03:13.21] Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\n[03:16.84] Up in the Expo, E BAUR\n[03:19.52] For beef, the heat, the vowel\n[03:20.47] Caught up in them street showers\n[03:21.31] Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\n[03:24.05] The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\n[03:26.88] Street niggaz regulatin'\n[03:29.53] Doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\n[03:31.39] High speed car chases\n[03:32.25] The inner belly beast dwellin'\n[03:34.06] Born and raised, extortin' for days\n[03:35.81] Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n[03:37.68] Chorus(x2)\n[03:40.37] [Sticky Fingaz]\n[03:59.39] I'm a street nigga\n[04:00.21] Fuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\n[04:02.00] They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\n[04:03.82] This is not a game, kid I know my math\n[04:07.49] I walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\n[04:10.16] I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\n[04:11.02] The nigga here's to rugged\n[04:12.83] I pull out my dick and take a piss in public\n[04:14.65] Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\n[04:18.20] Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\n[04:20.91] Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\n[04:23.64] I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\n[04:25.40] Off safety, cock, wit' one in the head\n[04:29.05] You first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\n[04:30.83] I got no respect for life\n[04:33.67] My mom's on drugs\n[04:34.51] You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\n[04:37.23] I'm so trife\n[04:38.12] Hope I can live another night\n[04:39.93] And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n[04:41.71] 'Cuz I'm a...\n[04:43.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Nigguz\n  artist: Onyx\n  album: Survival of the Illest, Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 187000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Chorus(x2):'\n  start_ms: 2650\n  end_ms: 23320\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 23320\n  end_ms: 24310\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin'' high all the time'\n  start_ms: 24310\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 27990\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine'\n  start_ms: 27990\n  end_ms: 28870\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 28870\n  end_ms: 29750\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin'' fuck the cops'\n  start_ms: 29750\n  end_ms: 31540\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 31540\n  end_ms: 32410\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots'\n  start_ms: 32410\n  end_ms: 34250\n- text: '[X-1]'\n  start_ms: 34250\n  end_ms: 45900\n- text: Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\n  start_ms: 45900\n  end_ms: 47880\n- text: WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\n  start_ms: 47880\n  end_ms: 50560\n- text: Leavin' you ripped is totally sick\n  start_ms: 50560\n  end_ms: 53280\n- text: I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\n  start_ms: 53280\n  end_ms: 55940\n- text: You on a curious a trip way out of your whack\n  start_ms: 55940\n  end_ms: 58680\n- text: Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\n  start_ms: 58680\n  end_ms: 61320\n- text: Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck\n  start_ms: 61320\n  end_ms: 63150\n- text: Never know what to expect\n  start_ms: 63150\n  end_ms: 64970\n- text: Respect a hole in you chest\n  start_ms: 64970\n  end_ms: 66710\n- text: My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\n  start_ms: 66710\n  end_ms: 68550\n- text: The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\n  start_ms: 68550\n  end_ms: 71250\n- text: Off the top\n  start_ms: 71250\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: Make money off of rocks\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 74980\n- text: On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\n  start_ms: 74980\n  end_ms: 77640\n- text: Whose the next street star? 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Kid, you love to be next\n  But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\n  Wit' a ghetto type style\n  Heat for beef that we can settle right now\n  Street Niggaz\n\n  Chorus(x2)\n\n  [Fredro Starr]\n  Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed\n  Smoke to the ROACH\n  Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\n  Bust four guns, off the roof, trick\n  Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\n  Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\n  My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\n  Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\n  Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\n  We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\n  Robbin' liquor stores\n  ? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\n  Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\n  Fuck work, nigga take cash\n  Wit' the quick FACTS\n  Open cases, wit' razors\n  They open faces\n  Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\n  Chrome rims and loud systems\n  So what the light? You make the white\n  People listen you five days out the prison\n  We...\n\n  Chorus(x2)\n\n  [Sonsee]\n  Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\n  Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\n  We back, we at the place, contact react\n  Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\n  For violation of FUN, whichever come first\n  Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\n  In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\n  Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\n  Up in the Expo, E BAUR\n  For beef, the heat, the vowel\n  Caught up in them street showers\n  Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\n  The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\n  Street niggaz regulatin'\n  Doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\n  High speed car chases\n  The inner belly beast dwellin'\n  Born and raised, extortin' for days\n  Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n\n  Chorus(x2)\n\n  [Sticky Fingaz]\n  I'm a street nigga\n  Fuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\n  They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\n  This is not a game, kid I know my math\n  I walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\n  I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\n  The nigga here's to rugged\n  I pull out my dick and take a piss in public\n  Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\n  Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\n  Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\n  I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\n  Off safety, cock, wit' one in the head\n  You first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\n  I got no respect for life\n  My mom's on drugs\n  You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\n  I'm so trife\n  Hope I can live another night\n  And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n  'Cuz I'm a...\n"},{"id":5558248,"name":"Street Nigguz","trackName":"Street Nigguz","artistName":"Onyx","albumName":"Shut ’Em Down","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring X 1\nChorus(x2):\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots\n[X 1]\nStreet niggaz love to flip  puttin' slugs in clips\nWhile in out with Bloods and Crips  on some shit\nLeavin' you ripped is totally sick\nI sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\nYou on a curious a trip way out of your whack\nBlow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\nHoldin' my aim, with ways to wreck\nNever know what to expect\nRespect a hole in you chest\nMy mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\nThe way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\nOff the top\nMake money off of rocks\nOn and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\nWhose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next\nBut it's X-1, kid, in the ?'lux Relex?\nWit' a ghetto type style\nHeat for beef that we can settle right now\nStreet Niggaz\nChorus(x2)\n[Fredro Starr]\nStreet niggaz spend they lasts on weed\nSmoke to the ropes\nDead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\nBust four guns, off the roof, trick\nOverproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\nEveryday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\nMy nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\nBitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\nJail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\nWe brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\nRobbin' liquor stores\n?Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\nNever hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\nFuck work, nigga take cash\nWit' the quick ???\nOpen cases, wit' razors\nThey open faces\nPaid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\nChrome rims and loud systems\nSo what the light? You make the white\nPeople listen you five days out the prison\nWe...\nChorus(x2)\n[Sonsee]\nStreet niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\nBust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\nWe back, we at the place, contact react\nCall back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\nFor violation of ???, whichever come first\nLove for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\nIn Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\nSwervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\nUp in the Expo, ?E bowel?\nFor beef, the heat, the vowel\nCaught up in them street showers\nBuckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\nThe game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\nStreet niggaz regulatin'\nDoe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\nHigh speed car chases\nThe inner belly beast dwellin'\nBorn and raised, extortin' for days\nLeavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\nChorus(x2)\n[Sticky Fingaz]\nI'm a street nigga\nFuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\nThey call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\nThis is not a game, kid I know my math\nI walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\nI DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\nThe nigga here's to rugged\nI pull out my dick and take a piss in public\nSmokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\nFuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\nPolice in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\nI kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\nOff safety, cock, wit' one in the head\nYou first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\nI got no respect for life\nMy mom's on drugs\nYou scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\nI'm so trife\nHope I can live another night\nAnd I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n'cause I'm a...\n[All] Street nigga\nChorus (without first 'all' sentence)\n[All]Street Niggaz (faded)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Nigguz\n  artist: Onyx\n  album: Shut ’Em Down\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring X 1\n  Chorus(x2):\n  [All] Street niggaz\n  [Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time\n  [All] Street niggaz\n  [Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine\n  [All] Street niggaz\n  [Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops\n  [All] Street niggaz\n  [Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots\n  [X 1]\n  Street niggaz love to flip  puttin' slugs in clips\n  While in out with Bloods and Crips  on some shit\n  Leavin' you ripped is totally sick\n  I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\n  You on a curious a trip way out of your whack\n  Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\n  Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck\n  Never know what to expect\n  Respect a hole in you chest\n  My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\n  The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\n  Off the top\n  Make money off of rocks\n  On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\n  Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next\n  But it's X-1, kid, in the ?'lux Relex?\n  Wit' a ghetto type style\n  Heat for beef that we can settle right now\n  Street Niggaz\n  Chorus(x2)\n  [Fredro Starr]\n  Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed\n  Smoke to the ropes\n  Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\n  Bust four guns, off the roof, trick\n  Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\n  Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\n  My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\n  Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\n  Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\n  We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\n  Robbin' liquor stores\n  ?Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\n  Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\n  Fuck work, nigga take cash\n  Wit' the quick ???\n  Open cases, wit' razors\n  They open faces\n  Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\n  Chrome rims and loud systems\n  So what the light? You make the white\n  People listen you five days out the prison\n  We...\n  Chorus(x2)\n  [Sonsee]\n  Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\n  Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\n  We back, we at the place, contact react\n  Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\n  For violation of ???, whichever come first\n  Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\n  In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\n  Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\n  Up in the Expo, ?E bowel?\n  For beef, the heat, the vowel\n  Caught up in them street showers\n  Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\n  The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\n  Street niggaz regulatin'\n  Doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\n  High speed car chases\n  The inner belly beast dwellin'\n  Born and raised, extortin' for days\n  Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n  Chorus(x2)\n  [Sticky Fingaz]\n  I'm a street nigga\n  Fuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\n  They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\n  This is not a game, kid I know my math\n  I walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\n  I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\n  The nigga here's to rugged\n  I pull out my dick and take a piss in public\n  Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\n  Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\n  Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\n  I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\n  Off safety, cock, wit' one in the head\n  You first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\n  I got no respect for life\n  My mom's on drugs\n  You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\n  I'm so trife\n  Hope I can live another night\n  And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n  'cause I'm a...\n  [All] Street nigga\n  Chorus (without first 'all' sentence)\n  [All]Street Niggaz (faded)\n"},{"id":31096956,"name":"Street Nigguz","trackName":"Street Nigguz","artistName":"Onyx","albumName":"Survival of the Illest","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus(x2):\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots\n\n[X-1]\nStreet niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\nWYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\nLeavin' you ripped is totally sick\nI sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\nYou on a curious a trip way out of your whack\nBlow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\nHoldin' my aim, with ways to wreck\nNever know what to expect\nRespect a hole in you chest\nMy mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\nThe way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\nOff the top\nMake money off of rocks\nOn and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\nWhose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next\nBut it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\nWit' a ghetto type style\nHeat for beef that we can settle right now\nStreet Niggaz\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Fredro Starr]\nStreet niggaz spend they lasts on weed\nSmoke to the ROACH\nDead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\nBust four guns, off the roof, trick\nOverproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\nEveryday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\nMy nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\nBitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\nJail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\nWe brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\nRobbin' liquor stores\n? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\nNever hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\nFuck work, nigga take cash\nWit' the quick FACTS\nOpen cases, wit' razors\nThey open faces\nPaid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\nChrome rims and loud systems\nSo what the light? You make the white\nPeople listen you five days out the prison\nWe...\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sonsee]\nStreet niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\nBust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\nWe back, we at the place, contact react\nCall back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\nFor violation of FUN, whichever come first\nLove for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\nIn Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\nSwervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\nUp in the Expo, E BAUR\nFor beef, the heat, the vowel\nCaught up in them street showers\nBuckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\nThe game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\nStreet niggaz regulatin'\nDoe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\nHigh speed car chases\nThe inner belly beast dwellin'\nBorn and raised, extortin' for days\nLeavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sticky Fingaz]\nI'm a street nigga\nFuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\nThey call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\nThis is not a game, kid I know my math\nI walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\nI DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\nThe nigga here's to rugged\nI pull out my dick and take a piss in public\nSmokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\nFuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\nPolice in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\nI kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\nOff safety, cock, wit' one in the head\nYou first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\nI got no respect for life\nMy mom's on drugs\nYou scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\nI'm so trife\nHope I can live another night\nAnd I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n'Cuz I'm a...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.65] Chorus(x2):\n[00:23.32] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:24.31] [Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time\n[00:26.12] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:27.99] [Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine\n[00:28.87] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:29.75] [Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops\n[00:31.54] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:32.41] [Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots\n[00:34.25] [X-1]\n[00:45.90] Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\n[00:47.88] WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\n[00:50.56] Leavin' you ripped is totally sick\n[00:53.28] I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\n[00:55.94] You on a curious a trip way out of your whack\n[00:58.68] Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\n[01:01.32] Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck\n[01:03.15] Never know what to expect\n[01:04.97] Respect a hole in you chest\n[01:06.71] My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\n[01:08.55] The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\n[01:11.25] Off the top\n[01:14.03] Make money off of rocks\n[01:14.98] On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\n[01:17.64] Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next\n[01:20.39] But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\n[01:23.02] Wit' a ghetto type style\n[01:24.84] Heat for beef that we can settle right now\n[01:25.78] Street Niggaz\n[01:28.45] Chorus(x2)\n[01:49.23] [Fredro Starr]\n[01:51.03] Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed\n[01:52.88] Smoke to the ROACH\n[01:53.75] Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\n[01:54.65] Bust four guns, off the roof, trick\n[01:56.47] Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\n[02:00.02] Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\n[02:03.71] My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\n[02:06.41] Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\n[02:09.14] Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\n[02:11.86] We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\n[02:14.52] Robbin' liquor stores\n[02:16.32] ? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\n[02:17.23] Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\n[02:19.92] Fuck work, nigga take cash\n[02:21.77] Wit' the quick FACTS\n[02:22.62] Open cases, wit' razors\n[02:23.53] They open faces\n[02:24.43] Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\n[02:27.18] Chrome rims and loud systems\n[02:29.85] So what the light? You make the white\n[02:31.79] People listen you five days out the prison\n[02:32.64] We...\n[02:33.59] Chorus(x2)\n[02:36.27] [Sonsee]\n[02:54.28] Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\n[02:56.98] Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\n[02:59.60] We back, we at the place, contact react\n[03:02.33] Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\n[03:05.07] For violation of FUN, whichever come first\n[03:07.86] Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\n[03:10.56] In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\n[03:13.21] Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\n[03:16.84] Up in the Expo, E BAUR\n[03:19.52] For beef, the heat, the vowel\n[03:20.47] Caught up in them street showers\n[03:21.31] Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\n[03:24.05] The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\n[03:26.88] Street niggaz regulatin'\n[03:29.53] Doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\n[03:31.39] High speed car chases\n[03:32.25] The inner belly beast dwellin'\n[03:34.06] Born and raised, extortin' for days\n[03:35.81] Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n[03:37.68] Chorus(x2)\n[03:40.37] [Sticky Fingaz]\n[03:59.39] I'm a street nigga\n[04:00.21] Fuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\n[04:02.00] They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\n[04:03.82] This is not a game, kid I know my math\n[04:07.49] I walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\n[04:10.16] I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\n[04:11.02] The nigga here's to rugged\n[04:12.83] I pull out my dick and take a piss in public\n[04:14.65] Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\n[04:18.20] Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\n[04:20.91] Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\n[04:23.64] I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\n[04:25.40] Off safety, cock, wit' one in the head\n[04:29.05] You first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\n[04:30.83] I got no respect for life\n[04:33.67] My mom's on drugs\n[04:34.51] You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\n[04:37.23] I'm so trife\n[04:38.12] Hope I can live another night\n[04:39.93] And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n[04:41.71] 'Cuz I'm a...\n[04:43.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Nigguz\n  artist: Onyx\n  album: Survival of the Illest\n  duration_ms: 187000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Chorus(x2):'\n  start_ms: 2650\n  end_ms: 23320\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 23320\n  end_ms: 24310\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin'' high all the time'\n  start_ms: 24310\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 27990\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine'\n  start_ms: 27990\n  end_ms: 28870\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 28870\n  end_ms: 29750\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin'' fuck the cops'\n  start_ms: 29750\n  end_ms: 31540\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 31540\n  end_ms: 32410\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots'\n  start_ms: 32410\n  end_ms: 34250\n- text: '[X-1]'\n  start_ms: 34250\n  end_ms: 45900\n- text: Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\n  start_ms: 45900\n  end_ms: 47880\n- text: WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\n  start_ms: 47880\n  end_ms: 50560\n- text: Leavin' you ripped is totally sick\n  start_ms: 50560\n  end_ms: 53280\n- text: I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\n  start_ms: 53280\n  end_ms: 55940\n- text: You on a curious a trip way out of your whack\n  start_ms: 55940\n  end_ms: 58680\n- text: Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\n  start_ms: 58680\n  end_ms: 61320\n- text: Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck\n  start_ms: 61320\n  end_ms: 63150\n- text: Never know what to expect\n  start_ms: 63150\n  end_ms: 64970\n- text: Respect a hole in you chest\n  start_ms: 64970\n  end_ms: 66710\n- text: My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\n  start_ms: 66710\n  end_ms: 68550\n- text: The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\n  start_ms: 68550\n  end_ms: 71250\n- text: Off the top\n  start_ms: 71250\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: Make money off of rocks\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 74980\n- text: On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\n  start_ms: 74980\n  end_ms: 77640\n- text: Whose the next street star? 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Kid, you love to be next\n  But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\n  Wit' a ghetto type style\n  Heat for beef that we can settle right now\n  Street Niggaz\n\n  Chorus(x2)\n\n  [Fredro Starr]\n  Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed\n  Smoke to the ROACH\n  Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\n  Bust four guns, off the roof, trick\n  Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\n  Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\n  My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\n  Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\n  Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\n  We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\n  Robbin' liquor stores\n  ? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\n  Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\n  Fuck work, nigga take cash\n  Wit' the quick FACTS\n  Open cases, wit' razors\n  They open faces\n  Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\n  Chrome rims and loud systems\n  So what the light? You make the white\n  People listen you five days out the prison\n  We...\n\n  Chorus(x2)\n\n  [Sonsee]\n  Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\n  Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\n  We back, we at the place, contact react\n  Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\n  For violation of FUN, whichever come first\n  Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\n  In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\n  Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\n  Up in the Expo, E BAUR\n  For beef, the heat, the vowel\n  Caught up in them street showers\n  Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\n  The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\n  Street niggaz regulatin'\n  Doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\n  High speed car chases\n  The inner belly beast dwellin'\n  Born and raised, extortin' for days\n  Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n\n  Chorus(x2)\n\n  [Sticky Fingaz]\n  I'm a street nigga\n  Fuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\n  They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\n  This is not a game, kid I know my math\n  I walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\n  I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\n  The nigga here's to rugged\n  I pull out my dick and take a piss in public\n  Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\n  Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\n  Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\n  I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\n  Off safety, cock, wit' one in the head\n  You first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\n  I got no respect for life\n  My mom's on drugs\n  You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\n  I'm so trife\n  Hope I can live another night\n  And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n  'Cuz I'm a...\n"},{"id":19723486,"name":"Street Nigguz","trackName":"Street Nigguz","artistName":"Onyx","albumName":"Live in Saint Petersburg","duration":194.037551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus(x2):\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots\n\n[X-1]\nStreet niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\nWYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\nLeavin' you ripped is totally sick\nI sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\nYou on a curious a trip way out of your whack\nBlow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\nHoldin' my aim, with ways to wreck\nNever know what to expect\nRespect a hole in you chest\nMy mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\nThe way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\nOff the top\nMake money off of rocks\nOn and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\nWhose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next\nBut it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\nWit' a ghetto type style\nHeat for beef that we can settle right now\nStreet Niggaz\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Fredro Starr]\nStreet niggaz spend they lasts on weed\nSmoke to the ROACH\nDead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\nBust four guns, off the roof, trick\nOverproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\nEveryday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\nMy nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\nBitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\nJail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\nWe brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\nRobbin' liquor stores\n? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\nNever hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\nFuck work, nigga take cash\nWit' the quick FACTS\nOpen cases, wit' razors\nThey open faces\nPaid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\nChrome rims and loud systems\nSo what the light? You make the white\nPeople listen you five days out the prison\nWe...\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sonsee]\nStreet niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\nBust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\nWe back, we at the place, contact react\nCall back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\nFor violation of FUN, whichever come first\nLove for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\nIn Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\nSwervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\nUp in the Expo, E BAUR\nFor beef, the heat, the vowel\nCaught up in them street showers\nBuckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\nThe game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\nStreet niggaz regulatin'\nDoe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\nHigh speed car chases\nThe inner belly beast dwellin'\nBorn and raised, extortin' for days\nLeavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sticky Fingaz]\nI'm a street nigga\nFuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\nThey call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\nThis is not a game, kid I know my math\nI walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\nI DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\nThe nigga here's to rugged\nI pull out my dick and take a piss in public\nSmokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\nFuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\nPolice in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\nI kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\nOff safety, cock, wit' one in the head\nYou first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\nI got no respect for life\nMy mom's on drugs\nYou scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\nI'm so trife\nHope I can live another night\nAnd I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n'Cuz I'm a...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.65] Chorus(x2):\n[00:23.32] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:24.31] [Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time\n[00:26.12] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:27.99] [Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine\n[00:28.87] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:29.75] [Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops\n[00:31.54] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:32.41] [Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots\n[00:34.25] [X-1]\n[00:45.90] Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\n[00:47.88] WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\n[00:50.56] Leavin' you ripped is totally sick\n[00:53.28] I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\n[00:55.94] You on a curious a trip way out of your whack\n[00:58.68] Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\n[01:01.32] Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck\n[01:03.15] Never know what to expect\n[01:04.97] Respect a hole in you chest\n[01:06.71] My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\n[01:08.55] The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\n[01:11.25] Off the top\n[01:14.03] Make money off of rocks\n[01:14.98] On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\n[01:17.64] Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next\n[01:20.39] But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\n[01:23.02] Wit' a ghetto type style\n[01:24.84] Heat for beef that we can settle right now\n[01:25.78] Street Niggaz\n[01:28.45] Chorus(x2)\n[01:49.23] [Fredro Starr]\n[01:51.03] Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed\n[01:52.88] Smoke to the ROACH\n[01:53.75] Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\n[01:54.65] Bust four guns, off the roof, trick\n[01:56.47] Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\n[02:00.02] Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\n[02:03.71] My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\n[02:06.41] Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\n[02:09.14] Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\n[02:11.86] We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\n[02:14.52] Robbin' liquor stores\n[02:16.32] ? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\n[02:17.23] Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\n[02:19.92] Fuck work, nigga take cash\n[02:21.77] Wit' the quick FACTS\n[02:22.62] Open cases, wit' razors\n[02:23.53] They open faces\n[02:24.43] Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\n[02:27.18] Chrome rims and loud systems\n[02:29.85] So what the light? You make the white\n[02:31.79] People listen you five days out the prison\n[02:32.64] We...\n[02:33.59] Chorus(x2)\n[02:36.27] [Sonsee]\n[02:54.28] Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\n[02:56.98] Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\n[02:59.60] We back, we at the place, contact react\n[03:02.33] Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\n[03:05.07] For violation of FUN, whichever come first\n[03:07.86] Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\n[03:10.56] In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\n[03:13.21] Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\n[03:16.84] Up in the Expo, E BAUR\n[03:19.52] For beef, the heat, the vowel\n[03:20.47] Caught up in them street showers\n[03:21.31] Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\n[03:24.05] The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\n[03:26.88] Street niggaz regulatin'\n[03:29.53] Doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\n[03:31.39] High speed car chases\n[03:32.25] The inner belly beast dwellin'\n[03:34.06] Born and raised, extortin' for days\n[03:35.81] Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n[03:37.68] Chorus(x2)\n[03:40.37] [Sticky Fingaz]\n[03:59.39] I'm a street nigga\n[04:00.21] Fuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\n[04:02.00] They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\n[04:03.82] This is not a game, kid I know my math\n[04:07.49] I walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\n[04:10.16] I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\n[04:11.02] The nigga here's to rugged\n[04:12.83] I pull out my dick and take a piss in public\n[04:14.65] Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\n[04:18.20] Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\n[04:20.91] Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\n[04:23.64] I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\n[04:25.40] Off safety, cock, wit' one in the head\n[04:29.05] You first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\n[04:30.83] I got no respect for life\n[04:33.67] My mom's on drugs\n[04:34.51] You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\n[04:37.23] I'm so trife\n[04:38.12] Hope I can live another night\n[04:39.93] And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n[04:41.71] 'Cuz I'm a...\n[04:43.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Nigguz\n  artist: Onyx\n  album: Live in Saint Petersburg\n  duration_ms: 194038\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Chorus(x2):'\n  start_ms: 2650\n  end_ms: 23320\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 23320\n  end_ms: 24310\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin'' high all the time'\n  start_ms: 24310\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 27990\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine'\n  start_ms: 27990\n  end_ms: 28870\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 28870\n  end_ms: 29750\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin'' fuck the cops'\n  start_ms: 29750\n  end_ms: 31540\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 31540\n  end_ms: 32410\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots'\n  start_ms: 32410\n  end_ms: 34250\n- text: '[X-1]'\n  start_ms: 34250\n  end_ms: 45900\n- text: Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\n  start_ms: 45900\n  end_ms: 47880\n- text: WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\n  start_ms: 47880\n  end_ms: 50560\n- text: Leavin' you ripped is totally sick\n  start_ms: 50560\n  end_ms: 53280\n- text: I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\n  start_ms: 53280\n  end_ms: 55940\n- text: You on a curious a trip way out of your whack\n  start_ms: 55940\n  end_ms: 58680\n- text: Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\n  start_ms: 58680\n  end_ms: 61320\n- text: Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck\n  start_ms: 61320\n  end_ms: 63150\n- text: Never know what to expect\n  start_ms: 63150\n  end_ms: 64970\n- text: Respect a hole in you chest\n  start_ms: 64970\n  end_ms: 66710\n- text: My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\n  start_ms: 66710\n  end_ms: 68550\n- text: The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\n  start_ms: 68550\n  end_ms: 71250\n- text: Off the top\n  start_ms: 71250\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: Make money off of rocks\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 74980\n- text: On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\n  start_ms: 74980\n  end_ms: 77640\n- text: Whose the next street star? 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Kid, you love to be next\n  But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\n  Wit' a ghetto type style\n  Heat for beef that we can settle right now\n  Street Niggaz\n\n  Chorus(x2)\n\n  [Fredro Starr]\n  Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed\n  Smoke to the ROACH\n  Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\n  Bust four guns, off the roof, trick\n  Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\n  Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\n  My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\n  Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\n  Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\n  We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\n  Robbin' liquor stores\n  ? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\n  Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\n  Fuck work, nigga take cash\n  Wit' the quick FACTS\n  Open cases, wit' razors\n  They open faces\n  Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\n  Chrome rims and loud systems\n  So what the light? You make the white\n  People listen you five days out the prison\n  We...\n\n  Chorus(x2)\n\n  [Sonsee]\n  Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\n  Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\n  We back, we at the place, contact react\n  Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\n  For violation of FUN, whichever come first\n  Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\n  In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\n  Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\n  Up in the Expo, E BAUR\n  For beef, the heat, the vowel\n  Caught up in them street showers\n  Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\n  The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\n  Street niggaz regulatin'\n  Doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\n  High speed car chases\n  The inner belly beast dwellin'\n  Born and raised, extortin' for days\n  Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n\n  Chorus(x2)\n\n  [Sticky Fingaz]\n  I'm a street nigga\n  Fuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\n  They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\n  This is not a game, kid I know my math\n  I walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\n  I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\n  The nigga here's to rugged\n  I pull out my dick and take a piss in public\n  Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\n  Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\n  Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\n  I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\n  Off safety, cock, wit' one in the head\n  You first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\n  I got no respect for life\n  My mom's on drugs\n  You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\n  I'm so trife\n  Hope I can live another night\n  And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n  'Cuz I'm a...\n"},{"id":28922572,"name":"street nigguz","trackName":"street nigguz","artistName":"onyx","albumName":"Clue 4 President","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus(x2):\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops\n[All] Street niggaz\n[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots\n\n[X-1]\nStreet niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\nWYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\nLeavin' you ripped is totally sick\nI sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\nYou on a curious a trip way out of your whack\nBlow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\nHoldin' my aim, with ways to wreck\nNever know what to expect\nRespect a hole in you chest\nMy mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\nThe way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\nOff the top\nMake money off of rocks\nOn and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\nWhose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next\nBut it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\nWit' a ghetto type style\nHeat for beef that we can settle right now\nStreet Niggaz\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Fredro Starr]\nStreet niggaz spend they lasts on weed\nSmoke to the ROACH\nDead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\nBust four guns, off the roof, trick\nOverproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\nEveryday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\nMy nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\nBitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\nJail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\nWe brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\nRobbin' liquor stores\n? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\nNever hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\nFuck work, nigga take cash\nWit' the quick FACTS\nOpen cases, wit' razors\nThey open faces\nPaid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\nChrome rims and loud systems\nSo what the light? You make the white\nPeople listen you five days out the prison\nWe...\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sonsee]\nStreet niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\nBust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\nWe back, we at the place, contact react\nCall back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\nFor violation of FUN, whichever come first\nLove for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\nIn Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\nSwervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\nUp in the Expo, E BAUR\nFor beef, the heat, the vowel\nCaught up in them street showers\nBuckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\nThe game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\nStreet niggaz regulatin'\nDoe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\nHigh speed car chases\nThe inner belly beast dwellin'\nBorn and raised, extortin' for days\nLeavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sticky Fingaz]\nI'm a street nigga\nFuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\nThey call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\nThis is not a game, kid I know my math\nI walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\nI DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\nThe nigga here's to rugged\nI pull out my dick and take a piss in public\nSmokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\nFuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\nPolice in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\nI kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\nOff safety, cock, wit' one in the head\nYou first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\nI got no respect for life\nMy mom's on drugs\nYou scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\nI'm so trife\nHope I can live another night\nAnd I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n'Cuz I'm a...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.65] Chorus(x2):\n[00:23.32] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:24.31] [Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time\n[00:26.12] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:27.99] [Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine\n[00:28.87] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:29.75] [Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops\n[00:31.54] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:32.41] [Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots\n[00:34.25] [X-1]\n[00:45.90] Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\n[00:47.88] WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\n[00:50.56] Leavin' you ripped is totally sick\n[00:53.28] I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\n[00:55.94] You on a curious a trip way out of your whack\n[00:58.68] Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\n[01:01.32] Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck\n[01:03.15] Never know what to expect\n[01:04.97] Respect a hole in you chest\n[01:06.71] My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\n[01:08.55] The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\n[01:11.25] Off the top\n[01:14.03] Make money off of rocks\n[01:14.98] On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\n[01:17.64] Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next\n[01:20.39] But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\n[01:23.02] Wit' a ghetto type style\n[01:24.84] Heat for beef that we can settle right now\n[01:25.78] Street Niggaz\n[01:28.45] Chorus(x2)\n[01:49.23] [Fredro Starr]\n[01:51.03] Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed\n[01:52.88] Smoke to the ROACH\n[01:53.75] Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\n[01:54.65] Bust four guns, off the roof, trick\n[01:56.47] Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\n[02:00.02] Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\n[02:03.71] My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\n[02:06.41] Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\n[02:09.14] Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\n[02:11.86] We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\n[02:14.52] Robbin' liquor stores\n[02:16.32] ? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\n[02:17.23] Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\n[02:19.92] Fuck work, nigga take cash\n[02:21.77] Wit' the quick FACTS\n[02:22.62] Open cases, wit' razors\n[02:23.53] They open faces\n[02:24.43] Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\n[02:27.18] Chrome rims and loud systems\n[02:29.85] So what the light? You make the white\n[02:31.79] People listen you five days out the prison\n[02:32.64] We...\n[02:33.59] Chorus(x2)\n[02:36.27] [Sonsee]\n[02:54.28] Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\n[02:56.98] Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\n[02:59.60] We back, we at the place, contact react\n[03:02.33] Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\n[03:05.07] For violation of FUN, whichever come first\n[03:07.86] Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\n[03:10.56] In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\n[03:13.21] Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\n[03:16.84] Up in the Expo, E BAUR\n[03:19.52] For beef, the heat, the vowel\n[03:20.47] Caught up in them street showers\n[03:21.31] Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\n[03:24.05] The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\n[03:26.88] Street niggaz regulatin'\n[03:29.53] Doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\n[03:31.39] High speed car chases\n[03:32.25] The inner belly beast dwellin'\n[03:34.06] Born and raised, extortin' for days\n[03:35.81] Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n[03:37.68] Chorus(x2)\n[03:40.37] [Sticky Fingaz]\n[03:59.39] I'm a street nigga\n[04:00.21] Fuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\n[04:02.00] They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\n[04:03.82] This is not a game, kid I know my math\n[04:07.49] I walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\n[04:10.16] I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\n[04:11.02] The nigga here's to rugged\n[04:12.83] I pull out my dick and take a piss in public\n[04:14.65] Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\n[04:18.20] Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\n[04:20.91] Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\n[04:23.64] I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\n[04:25.40] Off safety, cock, wit' one in the head\n[04:29.05] You first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\n[04:30.83] I got no respect for life\n[04:33.67] My mom's on drugs\n[04:34.51] You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\n[04:37.23] I'm so trife\n[04:38.12] Hope I can live another night\n[04:39.93] And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n[04:41.71] 'Cuz I'm a...\n[04:43.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: street nigguz\n  artist: onyx\n  album: Clue 4 President\n  duration_ms: 308000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Chorus(x2):'\n  start_ms: 2650\n  end_ms: 23320\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 23320\n  end_ms: 24310\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin'' high all the time'\n  start_ms: 24310\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 27990\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine'\n  start_ms: 27990\n  end_ms: 28870\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 28870\n  end_ms: 29750\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin'' fuck the cops'\n  start_ms: 29750\n  end_ms: 31540\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 31540\n  end_ms: 32410\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots'\n  start_ms: 32410\n  end_ms: 34250\n- text: '[X-1]'\n  start_ms: 34250\n  end_ms: 45900\n- text: Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\n  start_ms: 45900\n  end_ms: 47880\n- text: WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\n  start_ms: 47880\n  end_ms: 50560\n- text: Leavin' you ripped is totally sick\n  start_ms: 50560\n  end_ms: 53280\n- text: I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\n  start_ms: 53280\n  end_ms: 55940\n- text: You on a curious a trip way out of your whack\n  start_ms: 55940\n  end_ms: 58680\n- text: Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\n  start_ms: 58680\n  end_ms: 61320\n- text: Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck\n  start_ms: 61320\n  end_ms: 63150\n- text: Never know what to expect\n  start_ms: 63150\n  end_ms: 64970\n- text: Respect a hole in you chest\n  start_ms: 64970\n  end_ms: 66710\n- text: My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\n  start_ms: 66710\n  end_ms: 68550\n- text: The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\n  start_ms: 68550\n  end_ms: 71250\n- text: Off the top\n  start_ms: 71250\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: Make money off of rocks\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 74980\n- text: On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\n  start_ms: 74980\n  end_ms: 77640\n- text: Whose the next street star? 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Kid, you love to be next\nBut it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\nWit' a ghetto type style\nHeat for beef that we can settle right now\nStreet Niggaz\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Fredro Starr]\nStreet niggaz spend they lasts on weed\nSmoke to the ROACH\nDead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\nBust four guns, off the roof, trick\nOverproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\nEveryday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\nMy nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\nBitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\nJail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\nWe brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\nRobbin' liquor stores\n? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\nNever hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\nFuck work, nigga take cash\nWit' the quick FACTS\nOpen cases, wit' razors\nThey open faces\nPaid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\nChrome rims and loud systems\nSo what the light? You make the white\nPeople listen you five days out the prison\nWe...\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sonsee]\nStreet niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\nBust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\nWe back, we at the place, contact react\nCall back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\nFor violation of FUN, whichever come first\nLove for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\nIn Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\nSwervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\nUp in the Expo, E BAUR\nFor beef, the heat, the vowel\nCaught up in them street showers\nBuckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\nThe game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\nStreet niggaz regulatin'\nDoe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\nHigh speed car chases\nThe inner belly beast dwellin'\nBorn and raised, extortin' for days\nLeavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sticky Fingaz]\nI'm a street nigga\nFuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\nThey call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\nThis is not a game, kid I know my math\nI walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\nI DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\nThe nigga here's to rugged\nI pull out my dick and take a piss in public\nSmokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\nFuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\nPolice in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\nI kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\nOff safety, cock, wit' one in the head\nYou first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\nI got no respect for life\nMy mom's on drugs\nYou scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\nI'm so trife\nHope I can live another night\nAnd I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n'Cuz I'm a...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.65] Chorus(x2):\n[00:23.32] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:24.31] [Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time\n[00:26.12] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:27.99] [Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine\n[00:28.87] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:29.75] [Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops\n[00:31.54] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:32.41] [Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots\n[00:34.25] [X-1]\n[00:45.90] Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\n[00:47.88] WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\n[00:50.56] Leavin' you ripped is totally sick\n[00:53.28] I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\n[00:55.94] You on a curious a trip way out of your whack\n[00:58.68] Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\n[01:01.32] Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck\n[01:03.15] Never know what to expect\n[01:04.97] Respect a hole in you chest\n[01:06.71] My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\n[01:08.55] The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\n[01:11.25] Off the top\n[01:14.03] Make money off of rocks\n[01:14.98] On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\n[01:17.64] Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next\n[01:20.39] But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\n[01:23.02] Wit' a ghetto type style\n[01:24.84] Heat for beef that we can settle right now\n[01:25.78] Street Niggaz\n[01:28.45] Chorus(x2)\n[01:49.23] [Fredro Starr]\n[01:51.03] Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed\n[01:52.88] Smoke to the ROACH\n[01:53.75] Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\n[01:54.65] Bust four guns, off the roof, trick\n[01:56.47] Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\n[02:00.02] Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\n[02:03.71] My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\n[02:06.41] Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\n[02:09.14] Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\n[02:11.86] We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\n[02:14.52] Robbin' liquor stores\n[02:16.32] ? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\n[02:17.23] Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\n[02:19.92] Fuck work, nigga take cash\n[02:21.77] Wit' the quick FACTS\n[02:22.62] Open cases, wit' razors\n[02:23.53] They open faces\n[02:24.43] Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\n[02:27.18] Chrome rims and loud systems\n[02:29.85] So what the light? You make the white\n[02:31.79] People listen you five days out the prison\n[02:32.64] We...\n[02:33.59] Chorus(x2)\n[02:36.27] [Sonsee]\n[02:54.28] Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\n[02:56.98] Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\n[02:59.60] We back, we at the place, contact react\n[03:02.33] Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\n[03:05.07] For violation of FUN, whichever come first\n[03:07.86] Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\n[03:10.56] In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\n[03:13.21] Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\n[03:16.84] Up in the Expo, E BAUR\n[03:19.52] For beef, the heat, the vowel\n[03:20.47] Caught up in them street showers\n[03:21.31] Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\n[03:24.05] The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\n[03:26.88] Street niggaz regulatin'\n[03:29.53] Doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\n[03:31.39] High speed car chases\n[03:32.25] The inner belly beast dwellin'\n[03:34.06] Born and raised, extortin' for days\n[03:35.81] Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n[03:37.68] Chorus(x2)\n[03:40.37] [Sticky Fingaz]\n[03:59.39] I'm a street nigga\n[04:00.21] Fuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\n[04:02.00] They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\n[04:03.82] This is not a game, kid I know my math\n[04:07.49] I walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\n[04:10.16] I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\n[04:11.02] The nigga here's to rugged\n[04:12.83] I pull out my dick and take a piss in public\n[04:14.65] Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\n[04:18.20] Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\n[04:20.91] Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\n[04:23.64] I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\n[04:25.40] Off safety, cock, wit' one in the head\n[04:29.05] You first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\n[04:30.83] I got no respect for life\n[04:33.67] My mom's on drugs\n[04:34.51] You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\n[04:37.23] I'm so trife\n[04:38.12] Hope I can live another night\n[04:39.93] And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n[04:41.71] 'Cuz I'm a...\n[04:43.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Nigguz\n  artist: Onyx\n  album: Shut' Em Down\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Chorus(x2):'\n  start_ms: 2650\n  end_ms: 23320\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 23320\n  end_ms: 24310\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin'' high all the time'\n  start_ms: 24310\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 27990\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine'\n  start_ms: 27990\n  end_ms: 28870\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 28870\n  end_ms: 29750\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin'' fuck the cops'\n  start_ms: 29750\n  end_ms: 31540\n- text: '[All] Street niggaz'\n  start_ms: 31540\n  end_ms: 32410\n- text: '[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots'\n  start_ms: 32410\n  end_ms: 34250\n- text: '[X-1]'\n  start_ms: 34250\n  end_ms: 45900\n- text: Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\n  start_ms: 45900\n  end_ms: 47880\n- text: WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\n  start_ms: 47880\n  end_ms: 50560\n- text: Leavin' you ripped is totally sick\n  start_ms: 50560\n  end_ms: 53280\n- text: I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\n  start_ms: 53280\n  end_ms: 55940\n- text: You on a curious a trip way out of your whack\n  start_ms: 55940\n  end_ms: 58680\n- text: Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\n  start_ms: 58680\n  end_ms: 61320\n- text: Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck\n  start_ms: 61320\n  end_ms: 63150\n- text: Never know what to expect\n  start_ms: 63150\n  end_ms: 64970\n- text: Respect a hole in you chest\n  start_ms: 64970\n  end_ms: 66710\n- text: My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\n  start_ms: 66710\n  end_ms: 68550\n- text: The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\n  start_ms: 68550\n  end_ms: 71250\n- text: Off the top\n  start_ms: 71250\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: Make money off of rocks\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 74980\n- text: On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\n  start_ms: 74980\n  end_ms: 77640\n- text: Whose the next street star? 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Kid, you love to be next\n  But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\n  Wit' a ghetto type style\n  Heat for beef that we can settle right now\n  Street Niggaz\n\n  Chorus(x2)\n\n  [Fredro Starr]\n  Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed\n  Smoke to the ROACH\n  Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\n  Bust four guns, off the roof, trick\n  Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\n  Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\n  My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\n  Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\n  Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\n  We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\n  Robbin' liquor stores\n  ? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\n  Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\n  Fuck work, nigga take cash\n  Wit' the quick FACTS\n  Open cases, wit' razors\n  They open faces\n  Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\n  Chrome rims and loud systems\n  So what the light? 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Kid, you love to be next\nBut it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\nWit' a ghetto type style\nHeat for beef that we can settle right now\nStreet Niggaz\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Fredro Starr]\nStreet niggaz spend they lasts on weed\nSmoke to the ROACH\nDead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\nBust four guns, off the roof, trick\nOverproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\nEveryday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\nMy nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\nBitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\nJail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\nWe brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\nRobbin' liquor stores\n? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\nNever hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\nFuck work, nigga take cash\nWit' the quick FACTS\nOpen cases, wit' razors\nThey open faces\nPaid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\nChrome rims and loud systems\nSo what the light? You make the white\nPeople listen you five days out the prison\nWe...\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sonsee]\nStreet niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\nBust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\nWe back, we at the place, contact react\nCall back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\nFor violation of FUN, whichever come first\nLove for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\nIn Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\nSwervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\nUp in the Expo, E BAUR\nFor beef, the heat, the vowel\nCaught up in them street showers\nBuckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\nThe game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\nStreet niggaz regulatin'\nDoe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\nHigh speed car chases\nThe inner belly beast dwellin'\nBorn and raised, extortin' for days\nLeavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sticky Fingaz]\nI'm a street nigga\nFuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\nThey call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\nThis is not a game, kid I know my math\nI walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\nI DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\nThe nigga here's to rugged\nI pull out my dick and take a piss in public\nSmokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\nFuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\nPolice in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\nI kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\nOff safety, cock, wit' one in the head\nYou first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\nI got no respect for life\nMy mom's on drugs\nYou scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\nI'm so trife\nHope I can live another night\nAnd I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n'Cuz I'm a...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Onyx Street Nigguz\n  artist: Def Jam\n  album: Survival of the Illest Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 186933\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chorus(x2):\n  [All] Street niggaz\n  [Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time\n  [All] Street niggaz\n  [Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine\n  [All] Street niggaz\n  [Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops\n  [All] Street niggaz\n  [Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots\n\n  [X-1]\n  Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\n  WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\n  Leavin' you ripped is totally sick\n  I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\n  You on a curious a trip way out of your whack\n  Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\n  Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck\n  Never know what to expect\n  Respect a hole in you chest\n  My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\n  The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\n  Off the top\n  Make money off of rocks\n  On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\n  Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next\n  But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\n  Wit' a ghetto type style\n  Heat for beef that we can settle right now\n  Street Niggaz\n\n  Chorus(x2)\n\n  [Fredro Starr]\n  Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed\n  Smoke to the ROACH\n  Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\n  Bust four guns, off the roof, trick\n  Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\n  Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\n  My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\n  Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\n  Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\n  We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\n  Robbin' liquor stores\n  ? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\n  Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\n  Fuck work, nigga take cash\n  Wit' the quick FACTS\n  Open cases, wit' razors\n  They open faces\n  Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\n  Chrome rims and loud systems\n  So what the light? 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Kid, you love to be next\nBut it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\nWit' a ghetto type style\nHeat for beef that we can settle right now\nStreet Niggaz\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Fredro Starr]\nStreet niggaz spend they lasts on weed\nSmoke to the ROACH\nDead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\nBust four guns, off the roof, trick\nOverproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\nEveryday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\nMy nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\nBitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\nJail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\nWe brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\nRobbin' liquor stores\n? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\nNever hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\nFuck work, nigga take cash\nWit' the quick FACTS\nOpen cases, wit' razors\nThey open faces\nPaid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\nChrome rims and loud systems\nSo what the light? You make the white\nPeople listen you five days out the prison\nWe...\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sonsee]\nStreet niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\nBust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\nWe back, we at the place, contact react\nCall back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\nFor violation of FUN, whichever come first\nLove for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\nIn Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\nSwervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\nUp in the Expo, E BAUR\nFor beef, the heat, the vowel\nCaught up in them street showers\nBuckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\nThe game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\nStreet niggaz regulatin'\nDoe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\nHigh speed car chases\nThe inner belly beast dwellin'\nBorn and raised, extortin' for days\nLeavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n\nChorus(x2)\n\n[Sticky Fingaz]\nI'm a street nigga\nFuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\nThey call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\nThis is not a game, kid I know my math\nI walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\nI DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\nThe nigga here's to rugged\nI pull out my dick and take a piss in public\nSmokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\nFuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\nPolice in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\nI kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\nOff safety, cock, wit' one in the head\nYou first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\nI got no respect for life\nMy mom's on drugs\nYou scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\nI'm so trife\nHope I can live another night\nAnd I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n'Cuz I'm a...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.65] Chorus(x2):\n[00:23.32] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:24.31] [Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time\n[00:26.12] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:27.99] [Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine\n[00:28.87] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:29.75] [Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops\n[00:31.54] [All] Street niggaz\n[00:32.41] [Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots\n[00:34.25] [X-1]\n[00:45.90] Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips\n[00:47.88] WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit\n[00:50.56] Leavin' you ripped is totally sick\n[00:53.28] I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips\n[00:55.94] You on a curious a trip way out of your whack\n[00:58.68] Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?\n[01:01.32] Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck\n[01:03.15] Never know what to expect\n[01:04.97] Respect a hole in you chest\n[01:06.71] My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps\n[01:08.55] The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you\n[01:11.25] Off the top\n[01:14.03] Make money off of rocks\n[01:14.98] On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops\n[01:17.64] Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next\n[01:20.39] But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\n[01:23.02] Wit' a ghetto type style\n[01:24.84] Heat for beef that we can settle right now\n[01:25.78] Street Niggaz\n[01:28.45] Chorus(x2)\n[01:49.23] [Fredro Starr]\n[01:51.03] Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed\n[01:52.88] Smoke to the ROACH\n[01:53.75] Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\n[01:54.65] Bust four guns, off the roof, trick\n[01:56.47] Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\n[02:00.02] Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\n[02:03.71] My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\n[02:06.41] Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\n[02:09.14] Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\n[02:11.86] We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\n[02:14.52] Robbin' liquor stores\n[02:16.32] ? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\n[02:17.23] Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\n[02:19.92] Fuck work, nigga take cash\n[02:21.77] Wit' the quick FACTS\n[02:22.62] Open cases, wit' razors\n[02:23.53] They open faces\n[02:24.43] Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\n[02:27.18] Chrome rims and loud systems\n[02:29.85] So what the light? You make the white\n[02:31.79] People listen you five days out the prison\n[02:32.64] We...\n[02:33.59] Chorus(x2)\n[02:36.27] [Sonsee]\n[02:54.28] Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act\n[02:56.98] Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that\n[02:59.60] We back, we at the place, contact react\n[03:02.33] Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats\n[03:05.07] For violation of FUN, whichever come first\n[03:07.86] Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge\n[03:10.56] In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early\n[03:13.21] Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours\n[03:16.84] Up in the Expo, E BAUR\n[03:19.52] For beef, the heat, the vowel\n[03:20.47] Caught up in them street showers\n[03:21.31] Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks\n[03:24.05] The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick\n[03:26.88] Street niggaz regulatin'\n[03:29.53] Doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips\n[03:31.39] High speed car chases\n[03:32.25] The inner belly beast dwellin'\n[03:34.06] Born and raised, extortin' for days\n[03:35.81] Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed\n[03:37.68] Chorus(x2)\n[03:40.37] [Sticky Fingaz]\n[03:59.39] I'm a street nigga\n[04:00.21] Fuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains\n[04:02.00] They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?\n[04:03.82] This is not a game, kid I know my math\n[04:07.49] I walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass\n[04:10.16] I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!\n[04:11.02] The nigga here's to rugged\n[04:12.83] I pull out my dick and take a piss in public\n[04:14.65] Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do\n[04:18.20] Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew\n[04:20.91] Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates\n[04:23.64] I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist\n[04:25.40] Off safety, cock, wit' one in the head\n[04:29.05] You first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head\n[04:30.83] I got no respect for life\n[04:33.67] My mom's on drugs\n[04:34.51] You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs\n[04:37.23] I'm so trife\n[04:38.12] Hope I can live another night\n[04:39.93] And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life\n[04:41.71] 'Cuz I'm a...\n[04:43.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Nigguz (feat. 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Kid, you love to be next\n  But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX\n  Wit' a ghetto type style\n  Heat for beef that we can settle right now\n  Street Niggaz\n\n  Chorus(x2)\n\n  [Fredro Starr]\n  Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed\n  Smoke to the ROACH\n  Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap\n  Bust four guns, off the roof, trick\n  Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night\n  Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'\n  My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in\n  Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate\n  Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake\n  We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers\n  Robbin' liquor stores\n  ? Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers\n  Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass\n  Fuck work, nigga take cash\n  Wit' the quick FACTS\n  Open cases, wit' razors\n  They open faces\n  Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers\n  Chrome rims and loud systems\n  So what the light? 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