[{"id":3777498,"name":"Murder Game","trackName":"Murder Game","artistName":"P$C","albumName":"25 To Life (83797/explicit version)","duration":348.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nAye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\nSup mayne (x25)\n\nChorus:\nWassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\nVerse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\nWassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n(Chorus)(x2)\nVerse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\nMurk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n(Chorus) (x2)\nVerse 3: (A.K.)\n\nIt'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n(Chorus)\nVerse 4 (T.I.)\n\nAye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n(Chorus) (x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Murder Game\n artist: P$C\n album: 25 To Life (83797/explicit version)\n duration_ms: 348000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\n Sup mayne (x25)\n\n Chorus:\n Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\n Verse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\n Wassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n (Chorus)(x2)\n Verse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\n Murk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n (Chorus) (x2)\n Verse 3: (A.K.)\n\n It'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n (Chorus)\n Verse 4 (T.I.)\n\n Aye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n (Chorus) (x2)\n"},{"id":20939122,"name":"Murder Game","trackName":"Murder Game","artistName":"P$C","albumName":"Hustle & Flow [Movie Soundtrack]","duration":324.661406,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nAye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\nSup mayne (x25)\n\nChorus:\nWassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\nVerse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\nWassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n(Chorus)(x2)\nVerse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\nMurk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n(Chorus) (x2)\nVerse 3: (A.K.)\n\nIt'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n(Chorus)\nVerse 4 (T.I.)\n\nAye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n(Chorus) (x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Murder Game\n artist: P$C\n album: Hustle & Flow [Movie Soundtrack]\n duration_ms: 324661\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\n Sup mayne (x25)\n\n Chorus:\n Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\n Verse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\n Wassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n (Chorus)(x2)\n Verse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\n Murk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n (Chorus) (x2)\n Verse 3: (A.K.)\n\n It'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n (Chorus)\n Verse 4 (T.I.)\n\n Aye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n (Chorus) (x2)\n"},{"id":19185923,"name":"Murder Game","trackName":"Murder Game","artistName":"P$C","albumName":"Hustle & Flow","duration":324.571429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nAye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\nSup mayne (x25)\n\nChorus:\nWassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\nVerse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\nWassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n(Chorus)(x2)\nVerse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\nMurk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n(Chorus) (x2)\nVerse 3: (A.K.)\n\nIt'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n(Chorus)\nVerse 4 (T.I.)\n\nAye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n(Chorus) (x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Murder Game\n artist: P$C\n album: Hustle & Flow\n duration_ms: 324571\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\n Sup mayne (x25)\n\n Chorus:\n Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\n Verse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\n Wassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n (Chorus)(x2)\n Verse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\n Murk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n (Chorus) (x2)\n Verse 3: (A.K.)\n\n It'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n (Chorus)\n Verse 4 (T.I.)\n\n Aye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n (Chorus) (x2)\n"},{"id":24482735,"name":"Murder Game","trackName":"Murder Game","artistName":"P$C","albumName":"Hustle & Flow OST","duration":324.571429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nAye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\nSup mayne (x25)\n\nChorus:\nWassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\nVerse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\nWassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n(Chorus)(x2)\nVerse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\nMurk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n(Chorus) (x2)\nVerse 3: (A.K.)\n\nIt'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n(Chorus)\nVerse 4 (T.I.)\n\nAye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n(Chorus) (x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Murder Game\n artist: P$C\n album: Hustle & Flow OST\n duration_ms: 324571\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\n Sup mayne (x25)\n\n Chorus:\n Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\n Verse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\n Wassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n (Chorus)(x2)\n Verse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\n Murk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n (Chorus) (x2)\n Verse 3: (A.K.)\n\n It'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n (Chorus)\n Verse 4 (T.I.)\n\n Aye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n (Chorus) (x2)\n"},{"id":12486043,"name":"Murder Game","trackName":"Murder Game","artistName":"P$C","albumName":"25 To Life","duration":348.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nAye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\nSup mayne (x25)\n\nChorus:\nWassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\nVerse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\nWassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n(Chorus)(x2)\nVerse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\nMurk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n(Chorus) (x2)\nVerse 3: (A.K.)\n\nIt'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n(Chorus)\nVerse 4 (T.I.)\n\nAye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n(Chorus) (x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Murder Game\n artist: P$C\n album: 25 To Life\n duration_ms: 348000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\n Sup mayne (x25)\n\n Chorus:\n Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\n Verse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\n Wassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n (Chorus)(x2)\n Verse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\n Murk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n (Chorus) (x2)\n Verse 3: (A.K.)\n\n It'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n (Chorus)\n Verse 4 (T.I.)\n\n Aye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n (Chorus) (x2)\n"},{"id":26079456,"name":"Murder Game","trackName":"Murder Game","artistName":"P$C","albumName":"Hustle & Flow: Music From and Inspired by the Motion Picture","duration":324.571429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nAye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\nSup mayne (x25)\n\nChorus:\nWassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\nVerse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\nWassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n(Chorus)(x2)\nVerse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\nMurk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n(Chorus) (x2)\nVerse 3: (A.K.)\n\nIt'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n(Chorus)\nVerse 4 (T.I.)\n\nAye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n(Chorus) (x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Murder Game\n artist: P$C\n album: 'Hustle & Flow: Music From and Inspired by the Motion Picture'\n duration_ms: 324571\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\n Sup mayne (x25)\n\n Chorus:\n Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\n Verse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\n Wassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n (Chorus)(x2)\n Verse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\n Murk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n (Chorus) (x2)\n Verse 3: (A.K.)\n\n It'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n (Chorus)\n Verse 4 (T.I.)\n\n Aye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n (Chorus) (x2)\n"},{"id":37393423,"name":"Murder Game","trackName":"Murder Game","artistName":"P$C","albumName":"Hustle & Flow [Original Soundtrack]","duration":327.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nAye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\nSup mayne (x25)\n\nChorus:\nWassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\nVerse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\nWassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n(Chorus)(x2)\nVerse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\nMurk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n(Chorus) (x2)\nVerse 3: (A.K.)\n\nIt'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n(Chorus)\nVerse 4 (T.I.)\n\nAye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n(Chorus) (x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Murder Game\n artist: P$C\n album: Hustle & Flow [Original Soundtrack]\n duration_ms: 326653\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\n Sup mayne (x25)\n\n Chorus:\n Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\n Verse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\n Wassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n (Chorus)(x2)\n Verse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\n Murk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n (Chorus) (x2)\n Verse 3: (A.K.)\n\n It'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n (Chorus)\n Verse 4 (T.I.)\n\n Aye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n (Chorus) (x2)\n"},{"id":37886353,"name":"Murder Game","trackName":"Murder Game","artistName":"P$C","albumName":"Summer 2023 rap","duration":348.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nAye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\nSup mayne (x25)\n\nChorus:\nWassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\nVerse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\nWassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n(Chorus)(x2)\nVerse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\nMurk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n(Chorus) (x2)\nVerse 3: (A.K.)\n\nIt'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n(Chorus)\nVerse 4 (T.I.)\n\nAye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n(Chorus) (x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Murder Game\n artist: P$C\n album: Summer 2023 rap\n duration_ms: 348000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye\n Sup mayne (x25)\n\n Chorus:\n Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!\n\n Verse 1: (Big Kuntry King)\n\n Wassup killa (sup killa) you don't wanna go there. Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don't wanna go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that (He don't want it with me, I'll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let'em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up.) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. If you think I'm a hoe, if you think I'm a bitch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me fucked up. So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.\n\n (Chorus)(x2)\n Verse 2: (Mac Boney)\n\n Murk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt somethin' (squirt somethin'). Think I ain't got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y'all? release my 9. I'm tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I'm not the same person. I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, right in person. Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain't no wakin' neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence'em with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I'm Mike Tyson, so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'.\n\n (Chorus) (x2)\n Verse 3: (A.K.)\n\n It'll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas off, why you piss my niggas off? Got to make you take a loss. You talkin' but you ain't sayin nuttin' it's obvious that you fake and flawed. Read'em like a book I'm about to rip his pages off. Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you's a bluff. Called it like I seen it you's a bussa nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs. The weapon you choose to use, knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin') I'm a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business.) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got the purp I don't need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt. Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).\n\n (Chorus)\n Verse 4 (T.I.)\n\n Aye here's a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain't the thang to do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you. Drama I'm no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin' till the change of blue. I'mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don't even claim to you. Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? I'mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you. Power and respect the money and fame's attainable. We don't mix cuz G's and tricks ain't interchangeable. I'mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it's a thang to pull. Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. I play the game without a rule or a ref, I'm hands on so when it's on I do it myself. (nigga)\n (Chorus) (x2)\n"},{"id":32486519,"name":"Tell Me (Feat. C-Murder and Master P)","trackName":"Tell Me (Feat. C-Murder and Master P)","artistName":"Silkk The Shocker","albumName":"Charge It 2 Da Game","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"SILKK THE SHOCKER LYRICS\n\n\"Tell Me\"\n\n(Master P)\nYo, uh Silkk, we gonna dedicate this one to all the hoes out there\nI aint calling every woman a hoe, but, uh, if the shoe fits wear it\nCause uh\n\n(repeat 3X)\n\nTell me what you think after you talk to one of these stupid hoes\nTell me how you feel after you fuck one of these stupid hoes\n\n(Master P)\nUhhhhhhhh!\nDo you feel the same, some hoes want your change\nHoes been chasing niggas, rolling on thier thangs\nThey look for dope dealers, ballers and hustlers\nSee real bitches hate busters\nSome bitches'll let you fuck em till they bleed\nUh, but rats like cheese\nYou see, pussy stretch em out\nYou go raw, and hoes make childs\nAnd then the game, it aint no thing\nBut it's a shame cause a hoe in it for one thing\nThey after big timers with big papers, Biz Markie make vapors\nBut see these hoes will hate you if they know that they can't break you\nSome of these hoes need to shut thier fucking mouth\nWishing for a new car and don't have a house\n\n(C-Murder)\nDon't play no games trick, keep my name about your mouth\nYou say you hate me, but at the show you damn near passed out\nWanting me to pay your rent but not your relatives\nYou mad at me, your baby daddy don't claim your kids\nYou wanna baller to fall for you\nBut after a nigga fuck you, he don't even call you\nDollar signs in your eyes hoe\nClaiming you a virgin, but on tape you fuckin big Mo\nYou rippin round town, you say you fucked a TRU nigga\nI ask P and Silkk, they say they couldn't remember\nYou or your name, you stupid hoe\nSo get your kids, get your drawers, and hit the door\nHoe, I aint got time for these bitches\nStupid biatch\n\nUhhhhhh\n\n(Silkk The Shocker)\nNow would I see if I fucked these hoes man cause P calls them a trip\nLookin at me like a big old dollar sign figure them hoes can get rich\nNow everybody worrying and shit, looking all stupid and shit\nNiggas be acting soft\nWhen I met her she was cool as fuck\nall of a sudden everybody got a fucking problem\nNow, why you worrying about what kind of car that I got\nConversating with those tricks, you talking shit,\nbeen looking at my rings and my watch\nNow after you hit it, look this trick, who you giving the cold shoulder\nAnd after you get your nut, then you be like mad as fuck\nLook at her be like man, it's more over\nSo you be sad when she there, and you be glad when she left\nAnd you be mad when she around so you pack your bags and stuff\nThese hoes like a diamond\nand be wearing things for free, but I'm a put them in they place\nMan them hoes be cool at first,\nthen turn fucking crazy like a guest on Ricky Lake\nI'll play the game for what it's worth nigga, lil G done keeping composure\nI'm a soldier, when I go on a date I'm a bring guns, fuck bring roses\nThese hoes a trip\n\n(Master P)\nHa ha, yeah\nWhat these hoes don't realize\nThey don't realize that uh,\nif we was to give a bitch something, even if it was a few G's\nIt really ain't nothing\nIt aint nothing but pocket change to us nigga\nCan't break the bank baby\nAnd uh, treat these hoes like fiends\nGive them just enough, so they'll come back\nBitch, I don't need you, you need me\nStupid hoe","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tell Me (Feat. C-Murder and Master P)\n artist: Silkk The Shocker\n album: Charge It 2 Da Game\n duration_ms: 270000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n SILKK THE SHOCKER LYRICS\n\n \"Tell Me\"\n\n (Master P)\n Yo, uh Silkk, we gonna dedicate this one to all the hoes out there\n I aint calling every woman a hoe, but, uh, if the shoe fits wear it\n Cause uh\n\n (repeat 3X)\n\n Tell me what you think after you talk to one of these stupid hoes\n Tell me how you feel after you fuck one of these stupid hoes\n\n (Master P)\n Uhhhhhhhh!\n Do you feel the same, some hoes want your change\n Hoes been chasing niggas, rolling on thier thangs\n They look for dope dealers, ballers and hustlers\n See real bitches hate busters\n Some bitches'll let you fuck em till they bleed\n Uh, but rats like cheese\n You see, pussy stretch em out\n You go raw, and hoes make childs\n And then the game, it aint no thing\n But it's a shame cause a hoe in it for one thing\n They after big timers with big papers, Biz Markie make vapors\n But see these hoes will hate you if they know that they can't break you\n Some of these hoes need to shut thier fucking mouth\n Wishing for a new car and don't have a house\n\n (C-Murder)\n Don't play no games trick, keep my name about your mouth\n You say you hate me, but at the show you damn near passed out\n Wanting me to pay your rent but not your relatives\n You mad at me, your baby daddy don't claim your kids\n You wanna baller to fall for you\n But after a nigga fuck you, he don't even call you\n Dollar signs in your eyes hoe\n Claiming you a virgin, but on tape you fuckin big Mo\n You rippin round town, you say you fucked a TRU nigga\n I ask P and Silkk, they say they couldn't remember\n You or your name, you stupid hoe\n So get your kids, get your drawers, and hit the door\n Hoe, I aint got time for these bitches\n Stupid biatch\n\n Uhhhhhh\n\n (Silkk The Shocker)\n Now would I see if I fucked these hoes man cause P calls them a trip\n Lookin at me like a big old dollar sign figure them hoes can get rich\n Now everybody worrying and shit, looking all stupid and shit\n Niggas be acting soft\n When I met her she was cool as fuck\n all of a sudden everybody got a fucking problem\n Now, why you worrying about what kind of car that I got\n Conversating with those tricks, you talking shit,\n been looking at my rings and my watch\n Now after you hit it, look this trick, who you giving the cold shoulder\n And after you get your nut, then you be like mad as fuck\n Look at her be like man, it's more over\n So you be sad when she there, and you be glad when she left\n And you be mad when she around so you pack your bags and stuff\n These hoes like a diamond\n and be wearing things for free, but I'm a put them in they place\n Man them hoes be cool at first,\n then turn fucking crazy like a guest on Ricky Lake\n I'll play the game for what it's worth nigga, lil G done keeping composure\n I'm a soldier, when I go on a date I'm a bring guns, fuck bring roses\n These hoes a trip\n\n (Master P)\n Ha ha, yeah\n What these hoes don't realize\n They don't realize that uh,\n if we was to give a bitch something, even if it was a few G's\n It really ain't nothing\n It aint nothing but pocket change to us nigga\n Can't break the bank baby\n And uh, treat these hoes like fiends\n Give them just enough, so they'll come back\n Bitch, I don't need you, you need me\n Stupid hoe\n"},{"id":16172487,"name":"Mama Always Told Me (feat. 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to be\n[01:05.51] enough trippin' on Cess go hand your back and pass the weed\n[01:10.27] I ran wild deep in the game off of change\n[01:11.90] nigga bitch won't fuck 'em nigga won't kill me\n[01:14.45] but its all in the game\n[01:16.24] see pop was too busy doin' his own thing to try to show me\n[01:18.75] but mom told me Silkk watch your paper\n[01:21.17] at the top it gets lonely, mama told me\n[01:22.67] Mama always told me (told me)\n[01:25.34] but papa never showed me (showed me)\n[01:28.47] So i live the life of a thug\n[01:30.87] and all I wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs\n[01:46.18] token guns on my side, no limit niggas gone ride\n[01:48.43] paper chasin' for millions Tru niggas won't die\n[01:50.23] make time for some dope nigga fuck bein' broke\n[01:52.98] I live my life on the ropes nigga fuck the P.O.\n[01:55.96] I leave you dead with the bustas\n[01:58.82] real niggas gone love us\n[02:00.57] we make crack with the killers and sell dope to the country\n[02:03.02] nigga nigga outlaws and dealers tattoo and killers\n[02:06.46] niggas bout it with millions now the world gone feel this\n[02:08.70] I'm staying TRU to the game you bitches callin' my name\n[02:11.87] mama told me to change its ghetto blood in my vein\n[02:14.73] see I got love for thugs never mix sex with drugs\n[02:17.66] my enemy in blood when I come bury me a thug\n[02:20.46] henessy and weed be a ball with desert\n[02:23.41] these shirts and kakis is how we work\n[02:26.50] hypnotized by change after fortune and fame\n[02:29.53] I roll 20's and thangs rolex and change but uh.\n[02:32.82] Mama always told me (told me)\n[02:36.17] but papa never showed me (showed me)\n[02:38.63] So I live the life of a thug\n[02:41.03] and all I wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs\n[02:44.64] right from the edge killer nigga gone off coke\n[02:58.03] brown sticky dope makin' niggas turn on their folks\n[03:01.39] ain't now rules, fools rush in but don't come out\n[03:04.39] so many niggas round my way die runnin' their mouth\n[03:07.49] fairy tales are for children we ain't story book livin'\n[03:10.46] south streets be bloody from all the shootin' and killin'\n[03:13.26] villians ride for similac and crack and smack\n[03:15.83] and its a fact all killers ain't inner city blacks\n[03:19.14] my homies have to serve on blocks that's hot with cops\n[03:22.64] with rocks and stacks and be packed to get their scraps\n[03:25.52] I don't knock it cuz if my pocket starts to lose weight\n[03:27.97] you can find me on I-10 tryin' move weight\n[03:30.98] my mama on her knees prayin' givin' god her time\n[03:33.90] while I'm on the streets hustlin' tryin' gettin' what's mine\n[03:36.94] am I wrong am I right got can only determine\n[03:39.70] I can only live my life and life is for learnin' check it\n[03:42.97] Mama always told me (told me)\n[03:46.76] but papa never showed me (showed me)\n[03:49.17] So i live the life of a thug\n[03:51.67] and all I 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Master P, C-Murder, Mia X & Mystikal)","artistName":"Silkk The Shocker","albumName":"Charge It 2 Da Game","duration":252.933333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Silkk and Master P talking)\nHow many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas down to die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas down to die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nI said, How many niggas down to die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas down to die with me\n\n(Master P)\nI'm too young to get my Z's on\nget my cheese on while I'm here bang a bitch\nand get my B's on tattoo weed and hennesy\nscream NO LIMIT to the enemy tryin' get my skrilla\nthat's why they label, tag me a young nigga drug dealer\nAnd the FED's steady watchin' but a nigga makin' money\nso the tank ain't stoppin'\n\nHow many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\n\n(C-Murder)\nP dawg pass me them let's get 'em\nI ride for your homey Tru niggas ain't bullshittin'\nrespect my tattoos I pay my dues\nremember '89 when I made a nigga sing the blues\nI was born and raised for this gangsta shit\nC-Murder be known for keepin' an extra clip\nmy Pops say look 'em in the eye before I kill 'em\nP crank the Lac up and let's get 'em\n\nHow many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\n\n(Mystikal)\nNigga whenever you need me I'm already there\nits gettin' done hangin' out the window\nsayin' WOOO motherfucker UH\nYou ride for me I'm a ride for you its only fair\nhere I go fuck them niggas I don't care\nwhere they at what they tryin' do how many\nwe got shit to live for you weak bitch die skinny\nwithout a penet my clique strong like Ol' Remme\nunfriendly in business the wheel still spinnin'\nready to bury you bitches from begining to endin'\nI'm telling you to be chillin' you bitch if you\nfuck with NO LIMIT\n\nHow many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\n\n(Mia X)\nNiggas high let Mia mama ready to ride\nTRU for life I live kill and die\nfor the camoflauged soliders leave your stiffs in safes\nbaddest bitch motherfucker I gave birth to a tank\nI ain't gonna just testify and lie for ya'll niggas\nI hit the judge and everybody with some choppers and slitters\nfuck 'em forget 'em hold the gasoline she lit 'em\nain't gonna ever have to ask did she get 'em\nthat's all TRU won't you won't do let it be known\nguerilla warfare niggas fullblown come on\nI'm with you niggas like the heart in me\nMy love goes farther than them hennesy\nWhose got the car keys\n\nHow many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\n\n(Silkk the Shocker)\nNow would you go to war for me (man you know I would)\nNow would you kill for me (shit you know I would)\nNow would you ride for me (no doubt you know I would)\nNow would you die for me (why you ask me you know I could)\nI wonder who will ride for me probably be true 'em\nnever knew 'em but even though I was cool with 'em\nat times his silly ways grew on me and see I don't\nknow but time like moving slow and I'm TRU I'm\ngonna take my vest off and hit it's bout time to go\nand see they got me ridin' with top dollar and challers\nniggas bout to get fuckin' smothered for crazy motherfuckers\nriders, homies, and brothers for my TRU niggas I'm gonna\nget my swerve on my serve on you wan't me come get me\nyou heard the soul I had a visual moment too tryin' to\nsave 'em and a nigga still die but I'm gonna kill the\nmotherfucker who said I'm not TRU and nigga still live\nAll the world catch a slug nigga catch a slug in the mud\nsee I'm a TRU thug and this is TRU love nigga what to\nmy real niggas blastin' toes and I'm gonna empty clip 'til\nI can't blast no mo'\n\nHow many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas down to die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\nHow many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.62] (Silkk and Master P talking)\n[00:06.88] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[00:09.38] How many niggas down to die with me\n[00:11.36] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[00:13.13] How many niggas down to die with me\n[00:15.13] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[00:17.85] I said, How many niggas down to die with me\n[00:18.77] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[00:19.75] How many niggas down to die with me\n[00:20.89] (Master P)\n[00:30.68] I'm too young to get my Z's on\n[00:42.43] get my cheese on while I'm here bang a bitch\n[00:43.96] and get my B's on tattoo weed and hennesy\n[00:48.50] scream NO LIMIT to the enemy tryin' get my skrilla\n[00:52.37] that's why they label, tag me a young nigga drug dealer\n[00:55.58] And the FED's steady watchin' but a nigga makin' money\n[00:59.41] so the tank ain't stoppin'\n[01:00.57] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[01:03.30] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[01:04.96] (C-Murder)\n[01:06.54] P dawg pass me them let's get 'em\n[01:07.65] I ride for your homey Tru niggas ain't bullshittin'\n[01:10.88] respect my tattoos I pay my dues\n[01:13.17] remember '89 when I made a nigga sing the blues\n[01:14.74] I was born and raised for this gangsta shit\n[01:18.17] C-Murder be known for keepin' an extra clip\n[01:20.57] my Pops say look 'em in the eye before I kill 'em\n[01:23.88] P crank the Lac up and let's get 'em\n[01:25.33] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[01:27.73] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[01:30.18] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[01:32.66] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[01:34.52] (Mystikal)\n[01:35.17] Nigga whenever you need me I'm already there\n[01:36.52] its gettin' done hangin' out the window\n[01:39.26] sayin' WOOO motherfucker UH\n[01:40.70] You ride for me I'm a ride for you its only fair\n[01:42.97] here I go fuck them niggas I don't care\n[01:44.83] where they at what they tryin' do how many\n[01:47.36] we got shit to live for you weak bitch die skinny\n[01:50.16] without a penet my clique strong like Ol' Remme\n[01:52.41] unfriendly in business the wheel still spinnin'\n[01:55.29] ready to bury you bitches from begining to endin'\n[01:57.63] I'm telling you to be chillin' you bitch if you\n[02:00.02] fuck with NO LIMIT\n[02:01.37] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[02:03.62] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[02:05.33] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[02:07.54] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[02:09.63] (Mia X)\n[02:11.59] Niggas high let Mia mama ready to ride\n[02:12.59] TRU for life I live kill and die\n[02:14.09] for the camoflauged soliders leave your stiffs in safes\n[02:17.66] baddest bitch motherfucker I gave birth to a tank\n[02:20.06] I ain't gonna just testify and lie for ya'll niggas\n[02:21.93] I hit the judge and everybody with some choppers and slitters\n[02:24.24] fuck 'em forget 'em hold the gasoline she lit 'em\n[02:27.45] ain't gonna ever have to ask did she get 'em\n[02:29.82] that's all TRU won't you won't do let it be known\n[02:31.47] guerilla warfare niggas fullblown come on\n[02:38.48] I'm with you niggas like the heart in me\n[02:39.20] My love goes farther than them hennesy\n[02:41.15] Whose got the car keys\n[02:41.90] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[02:42.68] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[02:44.86] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[02:47.67] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[02:50.17] (Silkk the Shocker)\n[02:51.03] Now would you go to war for me (man you know I would)\n[02:51.80] Now would you kill for me (shit you know I would)\n[02:53.63] Now would you ride for me (no doubt you know I would)\n[02:57.20] Now would you die for me (why you ask me you know I could)\n[02:59.72] I wonder who will ride for me probably be true 'em\n[03:01.43] never knew 'em but even though I was cool with 'em\n[03:03.94] at times his silly ways grew on me and see I don't\n[03:05.54] know but time like moving slow and I'm TRU I'm\n[03:07.51] gonna take my vest off and hit it's bout time to go\n[03:10.36] and see they got me ridin' with top dollar and challers\n[03:11.18] niggas bout to get fuckin' smothered for crazy motherfuckers\n[03:12.66] riders, homies, and brothers for my TRU niggas I'm gonna\n[03:14.99] get my swerve on my serve on you wan't me come get me\n[03:18.17] you heard the soul I had a visual moment too tryin' to\n[03:19.85] save 'em and a nigga still die but I'm gonna kill the\n[03:23.58] motherfucker who said I'm not TRU and nigga still live\n[03:25.04] All the world catch a slug nigga catch a slug in the mud\n[03:29.42] see I'm a TRU thug and this is TRU love nigga what to\n[03:31.92] my real niggas blastin' toes and I'm gonna empty clip 'til\n[03:33.38] I can't blast no mo'\n[03:35.57] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[03:37.24] How many niggas down to die with me\n[03:39.56] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[03:43.45] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[03:43.94] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[03:46.70] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[03:50.66] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[03:51.91] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[03:54.27] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[03:57.43] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[03:59.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: How Many... 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Now would you ride for me (no doubt you know I would)\n start_ms: 173630\n end_ms: 177200\n- text: Now would you die for me (why you ask me you know I could)\n start_ms: 177200\n end_ms: 179720\n- text: I wonder who will ride for me probably be true 'em\n start_ms: 179720\n end_ms: 181430\n- text: never knew 'em but even though I was cool with 'em\n start_ms: 181430\n end_ms: 183940\n- text: at times his silly ways grew on me and see I don't\n start_ms: 183940\n end_ms: 185540\n- text: know but time like moving slow and I'm TRU I'm\n start_ms: 185540\n end_ms: 187510\n- text: gonna take my vest off and hit it's bout time to go\n start_ms: 187510\n end_ms: 190360\n- text: and see they got me ridin' with top dollar and challers\n start_ms: 190360\n end_ms: 191180\n- text: niggas bout to get fuckin' smothered for crazy motherfuckers\n start_ms: 191180\n end_ms: 192660\n- text: riders, homies, and brothers for my TRU niggas I'm gonna\n start_ms: 192660\n end_ms: 194990\n- text: get my 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I'm too young to get my Z's on\n get my cheese on while I'm here bang a bitch\n and get my B's on tattoo weed and hennesy\n scream NO LIMIT to the enemy tryin' get my skrilla\n that's why they label, tag me a young nigga drug dealer\n And the FED's steady watchin' but a nigga makin' money\n so the tank ain't stoppin'\n\n How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n\n (C-Murder)\n P dawg pass me them let's get 'em\n I ride for your homey Tru niggas ain't bullshittin'\n respect my tattoos I pay my dues\n remember '89 when I made a nigga sing the blues\n I was born and raised for this gangsta shit\n C-Murder be known for keepin' an extra clip\n my Pops say look 'em in the eye before I kill 'em\n P crank the Lac up and let's get 'em\n\n How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n\n (Mystikal)\n Nigga whenever you need me I'm already there\n its gettin' done hangin' out the window\n sayin' WOOO motherfucker UH\n You ride for me I'm a ride for you its only fair\n here I go fuck them niggas I don't care\n where they at what they tryin' do how many\n we got shit to live for you weak bitch die skinny\n without a penet my clique strong like Ol' Remme\n unfriendly in business the wheel still spinnin'\n ready to bury you bitches from begining to endin'\n I'm telling you to be chillin' you bitch if you\n fuck with NO LIMIT\n\n How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n\n (Mia X)\n Niggas high let Mia mama ready to ride\n TRU for life I live kill and die\n for the camoflauged soliders leave your stiffs in safes\n baddest bitch motherfucker I gave birth to a tank\n I ain't gonna just testify and lie for ya'll niggas\n I hit the judge and everybody with some choppers and slitters\n fuck 'em forget 'em hold the gasoline she lit 'em\n ain't gonna ever have to ask did she get 'em\n that's all TRU won't you won't do let it be known\n guerilla warfare niggas fullblown come on\n I'm with you niggas like the heart in me\n My love goes farther than them hennesy\n Whose got the car keys\n\n How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n\n (Silkk the Shocker)\n Now would you go to war for me (man you know I would)\n Now would you kill for me (shit you know I would)\n Now would you ride for me (no doubt you know I would)\n Now would you die for me (why you ask me you know I could)\n I wonder who will ride for me probably be true 'em\n never knew 'em but even though I was cool with 'em\n at times his silly ways grew on me and see I don't\n know but time like moving slow and I'm TRU I'm\n gonna take my vest off and hit it's bout time to go\n and see they got me ridin' with top dollar and challers\n niggas bout to get fuckin' smothered for crazy motherfuckers\n riders, homies, and brothers for my TRU niggas I'm gonna\n get my swerve on my serve on you wan't me come get me\n you heard the soul I had a visual moment too tryin' to\n save 'em and a nigga still die but I'm gonna kill the\n motherfucker who said I'm not TRU and nigga still live\n All the world catch a slug nigga catch a slug in the mud\n see I'm a TRU thug and this is TRU love nigga what to\n my real niggas blastin' toes and I'm gonna empty clip 'til\n I can't blast no mo'\n\n How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas down to die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n"},{"id":32486517,"name":"How Many... 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homey Tru niggas ain't bullshittin'\nrespect my tattoos I pay my dues\nremember '89 when I made a nigga sing the blues\nI was born and raised for this gangsta shit\nC-Murder be known for keepin' an extra clip\nmy Pops say look 'em in the eye before I kill 'em\nP crank the Lac up and let's get 'em\n\nHow many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\n\n(Mystikal)\nNigga whenever you need me I'm already there\nits gettin' done hangin' out the window\nsayin' WOOO motherfucker UH\nYou ride for me I'm a ride for you its only fair\nhere I go fuck them niggas I don't care\nwhere they at what they tryin' do how many\nwe got shit to live for you weak bitch die skinny\nwithout a penet my clique strong like Ol' Remme\nunfriendly in business the wheel still spinnin'\nready to bury you bitches from begining to endin'\nI'm telling you to be chillin' you bitch if you\nfuck with NO LIMIT\n\nHow many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\n\n(Mia X)\nNiggas high let Mia mama ready to ride\nTRU for life I live kill and die\nfor the camoflauged soliders leave your stiffs in safes\nbaddest bitch motherfucker I gave birth to a tank\nI ain't gonna just testify and lie for ya'll niggas\nI hit the judge and everybody with some choppers and slitters\nfuck 'em forget 'em hold the gasoline she lit 'em\nain't gonna ever have to ask did she get 'em\nthat's all TRU won't you won't do let it be known\nguerilla warfare niggas fullblown come on\nI'm with you niggas like the heart in me\nMy love goes farther than them hennesy\nWhose got the car keys\n\nHow many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\n\n(Silkk the Shocker)\nNow would you go to war for me (man you know I would)\nNow would you kill for me (shit you know I would)\nNow would you ride for me (no doubt you know I would)\nNow would you die for me (why you ask me you know I could)\nI wonder who will ride for me probably be true 'em\nnever knew 'em but even though I was cool with 'em\nat times his silly ways grew on me and see I don't\nknow but time like moving slow and I'm TRU I'm\ngonna take my vest off and hit it's bout time to go\nand see they got me ridin' with top dollar and challers\nniggas bout to get fuckin' smothered for crazy motherfuckers\nriders, homies, and brothers for my TRU niggas I'm gonna\nget my swerve on my serve on you wan't me come get me\nyou heard the soul I had a visual moment too tryin' to\nsave 'em and a nigga still die but I'm gonna kill the\nmotherfucker who said I'm not TRU and nigga still live\nAll the world catch a slug nigga catch a slug in the mud\nsee I'm a TRU thug and this is TRU love nigga what to\nmy real niggas blastin' toes and I'm gonna empty clip 'til\nI can't blast no mo'\n\nHow many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas down to die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\nHow many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me\nI said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\nHow many niggas wanna die with me","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.62] (Silkk and Master P talking)\n[00:06.88] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[00:09.38] How many niggas down to die with me\n[00:11.36] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[00:13.13] How many niggas down to die with me\n[00:15.13] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[00:17.85] I said, How many niggas down to die with me\n[00:18.77] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[00:19.75] How many niggas down to die with me\n[00:20.89] (Master P)\n[00:30.68] I'm too young to get my Z's on\n[00:42.43] get my cheese on while I'm here bang a bitch\n[00:43.96] and get my B's on tattoo weed and hennesy\n[00:48.50] scream NO LIMIT to the enemy tryin' get my skrilla\n[00:52.37] that's why they label, tag me a young nigga drug dealer\n[00:55.58] And the FED's steady watchin' but a nigga makin' money\n[00:59.41] so the tank ain't stoppin'\n[01:00.57] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[01:03.30] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[01:04.96] (C-Murder)\n[01:06.54] P dawg pass me them let's get 'em\n[01:07.65] I ride for your homey Tru niggas ain't bullshittin'\n[01:10.88] respect my tattoos I pay my dues\n[01:13.17] remember '89 when I made a nigga sing the blues\n[01:14.74] I was born and raised for this gangsta shit\n[01:18.17] C-Murder be known for keepin' an extra clip\n[01:20.57] my Pops say look 'em in the eye before I kill 'em\n[01:23.88] P crank the Lac up and let's get 'em\n[01:25.33] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[01:27.73] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[01:30.18] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[01:32.66] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[01:34.52] (Mystikal)\n[01:35.17] Nigga whenever you need me I'm already there\n[01:36.52] its gettin' done hangin' out the window\n[01:39.26] sayin' WOOO motherfucker UH\n[01:40.70] You ride for me I'm a ride for you its only fair\n[01:42.97] here I go fuck them niggas I don't care\n[01:44.83] where they at what they tryin' do how many\n[01:47.36] we got shit to live for you weak bitch die skinny\n[01:50.16] without a penet my clique strong like Ol' Remme\n[01:52.41] unfriendly in business the wheel still spinnin'\n[01:55.29] ready to bury you bitches from begining to endin'\n[01:57.63] I'm telling you to be chillin' you bitch if you\n[02:00.02] fuck with NO LIMIT\n[02:01.37] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[02:03.62] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[02:05.33] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[02:07.54] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[02:09.63] (Mia X)\n[02:11.59] Niggas high let Mia mama ready to ride\n[02:12.59] TRU for life I live kill and die\n[02:14.09] for the camoflauged soliders leave your stiffs in safes\n[02:17.66] baddest bitch motherfucker I gave birth to a tank\n[02:20.06] I ain't gonna just testify and lie for ya'll niggas\n[02:21.93] I hit the judge and everybody with some choppers and slitters\n[02:24.24] fuck 'em forget 'em hold the gasoline she lit 'em\n[02:27.45] ain't gonna ever have to ask did she get 'em\n[02:29.82] that's all TRU won't you won't do let it be known\n[02:31.47] guerilla warfare niggas fullblown come on\n[02:38.48] I'm with you niggas like the heart in me\n[02:39.20] My love goes farther than them hennesy\n[02:41.15] Whose got the car keys\n[02:41.90] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[02:42.68] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[02:44.86] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[02:47.67] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[02:50.17] (Silkk the Shocker)\n[02:51.03] Now would you go to war for me (man you know I would)\n[02:51.80] Now would you kill for me (shit you know I would)\n[02:53.63] Now would you ride for me (no doubt you know I would)\n[02:57.20] Now would you die for me (why you ask me you know I could)\n[02:59.72] I wonder who will ride for me probably be true 'em\n[03:01.43] never knew 'em but even though I was cool with 'em\n[03:03.94] at times his silly ways grew on me and see I don't\n[03:05.54] know but time like moving slow and I'm TRU I'm\n[03:07.51] gonna take my vest off and hit it's bout time to go\n[03:10.36] and see they got me ridin' with top dollar and challers\n[03:11.18] niggas bout to get fuckin' smothered for crazy motherfuckers\n[03:12.66] riders, homies, and brothers for my TRU niggas I'm gonna\n[03:14.99] get my swerve on my serve on you wan't me come get me\n[03:18.17] you heard the soul I had a visual moment too tryin' to\n[03:19.85] save 'em and a nigga still die but I'm gonna kill the\n[03:23.58] motherfucker who said I'm not TRU and nigga still live\n[03:25.04] All the world catch a slug nigga catch a slug in the mud\n[03:29.42] see I'm a TRU thug and this is TRU love nigga what to\n[03:31.92] my real niggas blastin' toes and I'm gonna empty clip 'til\n[03:33.38] I can't blast no mo'\n[03:35.57] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[03:37.24] How many niggas down to die with me\n[03:39.56] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[03:43.45] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[03:43.94] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[03:46.70] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[03:50.66] How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[03:51.91] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[03:54.27] I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n[03:57.43] How many niggas wanna die with me\n[03:59.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: How Many... 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223450\n- text: How many niggas wanna die with me\n start_ms: 223450\n end_ms: 223940\n- text: I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n start_ms: 223940\n end_ms: 226700\n- text: How many niggas wanna die with me\n start_ms: 226700\n end_ms: 230660\n- text: How many niggas wanna ride with me\n start_ms: 230660\n end_ms: 231910\n- text: How many niggas wanna die with me\n start_ms: 231910\n end_ms: 234270\n- text: I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n start_ms: 234270\n end_ms: 237430\n- text: How many niggas wanna die with me\n start_ms: 237430\n end_ms: 239480\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 239480\nplain: |-\n (Silkk and Master P talking)\n How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas down to die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas down to die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n I said, How many niggas down to die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas down to die with me\n\n (Master P)\n I'm too young to get my Z's on\n get my cheese on while I'm here bang a bitch\n and get my B's on tattoo weed and hennesy\n scream NO LIMIT to the enemy tryin' get my skrilla\n that's why they label, tag me a young nigga drug dealer\n And the FED's steady watchin' but a nigga makin' money\n so the tank ain't stoppin'\n\n How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n\n (C-Murder)\n P dawg pass me them let's get 'em\n I ride for your homey Tru niggas ain't bullshittin'\n respect my tattoos I pay my dues\n remember '89 when I made a nigga sing the blues\n I was born and raised for this gangsta shit\n C-Murder be known for keepin' an extra clip\n my Pops say look 'em in the eye before I kill 'em\n P crank the Lac up and let's get 'em\n\n How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n\n (Mystikal)\n Nigga whenever you need me I'm already there\n its gettin' done hangin' out the window\n sayin' WOOO motherfucker UH\n You ride for me I'm a ride for you its only fair\n here I go fuck them niggas I don't care\n where they at what they tryin' do how many\n we got shit to live for you weak bitch die skinny\n without a penet my clique strong like Ol' Remme\n unfriendly in business the wheel still spinnin'\n ready to bury you bitches from begining to endin'\n I'm telling you to be chillin' you bitch if you\n fuck with NO LIMIT\n\n How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n\n (Mia X)\n Niggas high let Mia mama ready to ride\n TRU for life I live kill and die\n for the camoflauged soliders leave your stiffs in safes\n baddest bitch motherfucker I gave birth to a tank\n I ain't gonna just testify and lie for ya'll niggas\n I hit the judge and everybody with some choppers and slitters\n fuck 'em forget 'em hold the gasoline she lit 'em\n ain't gonna ever have to ask did she get 'em\n that's all TRU won't you won't do let it be known\n guerilla warfare niggas fullblown come on\n I'm with you niggas like the heart in me\n My love goes farther than them hennesy\n Whose got the car keys\n\n How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n\n (Silkk the Shocker)\n Now would you go to war for me (man you know I would)\n Now would you kill for me (shit you know I would)\n Now would you ride for me (no doubt you know I would)\n Now would you die for me (why you ask me you know I could)\n I wonder who will ride for me probably be true 'em\n never knew 'em but even though I was cool with 'em\n at times his silly ways grew on me and see I don't\n know but time like moving slow and I'm TRU I'm\n gonna take my vest off and hit it's bout time to go\n and see they got me ridin' with top dollar and challers\n niggas bout to get fuckin' smothered for crazy motherfuckers\n riders, homies, and brothers for my TRU niggas I'm gonna\n get my swerve on my serve on you wan't me come get me\n you heard the soul I had a visual moment too tryin' to\n save 'em and a nigga still die but I'm gonna kill the\n motherfucker who said I'm not TRU and nigga still live\n All the world catch a slug nigga catch a slug in the mud\n see I'm a TRU thug and this is TRU love nigga what to\n my real niggas blastin' toes and I'm gonna empty clip 'til\n I can't blast no mo'\n\n How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas down to die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n I said, How many niggas wanna ride with me\n How many niggas wanna die with me\n"},{"id":32407540,"name":"Mama Always Told Me (Feat. 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me a reason\nthey always told me I'll probably end up dead\nor in the pen see me and P some outcasts\ncan't arrest the family tellin' the kids not to be like him\nand see it was ruff some times but it had to be\nenough trippin' on Cess go hand your back and pass the weed\nI ran wild deep in the game off of change\nnigga bitch won't fuck 'em nigga won't kill me\nbut its all in the game\nsee pop was too busy doin' his own thing to try to show me\nbut mom told me Silkk watch your paper\nat the top it gets lonely, mama told me\n\nMama always told me (told me)\nbut papa never showed me (showed me)\nSo i live the life of a thug\nand all I wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs\n\ntoken guns on my side, no limit niggas gone ride\npaper chasin' for millions Tru niggas won't die\n\nmake time for some dope nigga fuck bein' broke\nI live my life on the ropes nigga fuck the P.O.\n\nI leave you dead with the bustas\nreal niggas gone love us\nwe make crack with the killers and sell dope to the 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to be\n[01:05.51] enough trippin' on Cess go hand your back and pass the weed\n[01:10.27] I ran wild deep in the game off of change\n[01:11.90] nigga bitch won't fuck 'em nigga won't kill me\n[01:14.45] but its all in the game\n[01:16.24] see pop was too busy doin' his own thing to try to show me\n[01:18.75] but mom told me Silkk watch your paper\n[01:21.17] at the top it gets lonely, mama told me\n[01:22.67] Mama always told me (told me)\n[01:25.34] but papa never showed me (showed me)\n[01:28.47] So i live the life of a thug\n[01:30.87] and all I wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs\n[01:46.18] token guns on my side, no limit niggas gone ride\n[01:48.43] paper chasin' for millions Tru niggas won't die\n[01:50.23] make time for some dope nigga fuck bein' broke\n[01:52.98] I live my life on the ropes nigga fuck the P.O.\n[01:55.96] I leave you dead with the bustas\n[01:58.82] real niggas gone love us\n[02:00.57] we make crack with the killers and sell dope to the country\n[02:03.02] nigga nigga outlaws and dealers tattoo and killers\n[02:06.46] niggas bout it with millions now the world gone feel this\n[02:08.70] I'm staying TRU to the game you bitches callin' my name\n[02:11.87] mama told me to change its ghetto blood in my vein\n[02:14.73] see I got love for thugs never mix sex with drugs\n[02:17.66] my enemy in blood when I come bury me a thug\n[02:20.46] henessy and weed be a ball with desert\n[02:23.41] these shirts and kakis is how we work\n[02:26.50] hypnotized by change after fortune and fame\n[02:29.53] I roll 20's and thangs rolex and change but uh.\n[02:32.82] Mama always told me (told me)\n[02:36.17] but papa never showed me (showed me)\n[02:38.63] So I live the life of a thug\n[02:41.03] and all I wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs\n[02:44.64] right from the edge killer nigga gone off coke\n[02:58.03] brown sticky dope makin' niggas turn on their folks\n[03:01.39] ain't now rules, fools rush in but don't come out\n[03:04.39] so many niggas round my way die runnin' their mouth\n[03:07.49] fairy tales are for children we ain't story book livin'\n[03:10.46] south streets be bloody from all the shootin' and killin'\n[03:13.26] villians ride for similac and crack and smack\n[03:15.83] and its a fact all killers ain't inner city blacks\n[03:19.14] my homies have to serve on blocks that's hot with cops\n[03:22.64] with rocks and stacks and be packed to get their scraps\n[03:25.52] I don't knock it cuz if my pocket starts to lose weight\n[03:27.97] you can find me on I-10 tryin' move weight\n[03:30.98] my mama on her knees prayin' givin' god her time\n[03:33.90] while I'm on the streets hustlin' tryin' gettin' what's mine\n[03:36.94] am I wrong am I right got can only determine\n[03:39.70] I can only live my life and life is for learnin' check it\n[03:42.97] Mama always told me (told me)\n[03:46.76] but papa never showed me (showed me)\n[03:49.17] So i live the life of a thug\n[03:51.67] and all I 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Master P, Fiend, C-Murder, Mystikal, Mac, Skull Drugery, Big Ed, Mia X & Lil' Gotti Gambino","artistName":"Silkk The Shocker","albumName":"Charge It 2 Da Game","duration":308.976327,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You can tell I'm A Soldier\nYou, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch!!\nAnd If you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!\n\n1st See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I\nM-I- to the T\nYeah, I'm Silkk the SHOCKER!!!!\nAnd yeah, that's me\nTank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told ya\nTat on my back, is that of a no limit soldier\nAbout face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs\nY'all scared to bust, niggas duck, cuz we ain't sure\nSo don't flip me, cuz you'll end up empty\nAnd then I'll reload\nAnd reload, and reload, and reload, and load\nWhole barrel explode!!!!\nNigga I'm T-R-U, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game\nMention me to my enemies, they takin' the pain\nNow you can do what you wanna\nBut y'all don't wanna start\nFuck, these No Limit soldiers\nCuz y'all don't wanna go to war!!!\n\nNo Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues\nTattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed\nColonel, nigga becoming the ghetto E.F. Hutton\nHoller ungh!!!!!!! And every fuckin' soldier start stuntin'\nNigga just robbin' and niggas they ridin'\nDressed and robbin' on the side\nNiggas just Bout It, Rowdy\nNiggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy\nI cut wit G's nigga\nMarch playas, step wit me killas\nCome wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!!\n\nI'm a N-O- nigga L-I\nM-I-T soldier 2nd All my rivals remember me, Fiend\nThe one that call the shottie\nBlastin' the mafi, there them niggas that wanna rob me\nGivin' you hobbies\nGettin' slugs at your own body\nFor my piece, or Sugar Hill, I'm New Orleans like Lolli\nI'm fearin' no man, as long as I'm stompin' in these Broganes\nThere's no playin', soon as this army stop, ya' got no hands\nDamn!!! Ready for war, and keep the weed lighted\nIf they ain't indicted still, blast it, Fiend the insighted prophet\n\nI'm a No Limit soldier, nigga, it's in my blood\nI started rappin', so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\nWe Bout It!!! Muthafuckas representin' them killas\nTRU tatted on my back cuz I make moves wit thug niggas\nYou don't wanna go to war, cuz I'ma bring the brigade\nAsk the colonel, we rowdy nigga tryin' to get paid\nAffiliated with game, totin' thangs that pain\nOn the corners we hang, and we slangin' the pain!!\n\n3rd A helluva, helluva nigga right chea\nYou can take that and fear it!!\nI'm a cold blooded killa comrade\nAnd a highly decorated lieutenant\nI'm up on the front line, you all the way to the rear\nBut ya still gettin' injured\nNIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!\nAnd when we reach a hundred million cartridges\nWe ain't finished\nBitch shoot yoself in the head, if you can't take it\nCuz we gonna represent it!!\nIf I said it, I meant it!!\nIf I told ya', I showed ya'!!\nI'll break y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!!\n\nWhoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real\nShell-Shock turn your neighborhood block into the battle field\nNigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\nI'm camoflauged, I never die, I live longer than them white guys\nWe tattooed, I done gone cashews, ain't no turnin' back\nNigga won't be burnin' Mac, uh, I got the thirty gat\nAnd it get trifer, but I'm a lifer\nA camoflauge sniper, from the rooftop I might ignite ya\n\n4th Gotti I told ya', I'm a muthafuckin' soldier\nForty calibers and doja, what keep makin holes\nNationwide exposure, for me and my brethren\nFor Fiend to bust'em, leavin' my enemies bleedin'\nBeing a soldier many fourteens, I be needin'\nA No Limit soldier, till the day of my leave\n\nI been a No Limit soldier since 1994\nThem niggas know one thing, that Skull broked in the door\nThey watched me in Waco, as I bring the flow\nWhat you sayin', hanh you nigga? You bitch? Yeah, you ho!!!\nYou know one thing you can't be fuckin' round wit these niggas\nNiggas out the tank, straight spittin' on you niggas\nYou nigga!!! You think, you gonna get away\nSlammin' jive bitches like you, dead in the pavement!!!\n\n5th Nigga make some room!!! Nigga, Back up, back up\nForget that thing out the trunk, and act up, act up\nGot my tank dogs steppin' camoflauge fatigues\nI represent like a loaded weapon, paper bought wit P\nWhen I get that thing, everybody look down and round and round\nGot the M-1 spittin' fire, bring yo' set to the ground\nGot the C-4 explosives in the black backpack\nBig Ed be puttin' down like that!!!!!\n\nWe come strapped in we roll thick\nWe represent that TRU click\nPlaya Haters, yeah we know who you are\nMake infrared shine on your head like the North Star\nBomb shit, boss bitch, mama set it off\nLet it be known cowards you don't wanna go to war\nThe hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga\nSwallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga\nSo, bring it, bring it on, how you wanna do it, what?\nCuz next to other's knees, I cover fuckin' dust\nAnten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field\nShoppers gon run, while we kick our enemies doors\nI ask the lord, they don't want no more?\nMama, drama, told ya' No Limit done took over\n\nI thought I told ya\nPass the doja\nGAME OVER!!!!!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I'm A Soldier Feat. Master P, Fiend, C-Murder, Mystikal, Mac, Skull Drugery, Big Ed, Mia X & Lil' Gotti Gambino\n artist: Silkk The Shocker\n album: Charge It 2 Da Game\n duration_ms: 308976\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You can tell I'm A Soldier\n You, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch!!\n And If you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!\n\n 1st See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I\n M-I- to the T\n Yeah, I'm Silkk the SHOCKER!!!!\n And yeah, that's me\n Tank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told ya\n Tat on my back, is that of a no limit soldier\n About face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs\n Y'all scared to bust, niggas duck, cuz we ain't sure\n So don't flip me, cuz you'll end up empty\n And then I'll reload\n And reload, and reload, and reload, and load\n Whole barrel explode!!!!\n Nigga I'm T-R-U, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game\n Mention me to my enemies, they takin' the pain\n Now you can do what you wanna\n But y'all don't wanna start\n Fuck, these No Limit soldiers\n Cuz y'all don't wanna go to war!!!\n\n No Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues\n Tattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed\n Colonel, nigga becoming the ghetto E.F. Hutton\n Holler ungh!!!!!!! And every fuckin' soldier start stuntin'\n Nigga just robbin' and niggas they ridin'\n Dressed and robbin' on the side\n Niggas just Bout It, Rowdy\n Niggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy\n I cut wit G's nigga\n March playas, step wit me killas\n Come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!!\n\n I'm a N-O- nigga L-I\n M-I-T soldier 2nd All my rivals remember me, Fiend\n The one that call the shottie\n Blastin' the mafi, there them niggas that wanna rob me\n Givin' you hobbies\n Gettin' slugs at your own body\n For my piece, or Sugar Hill, I'm New Orleans like Lolli\n I'm fearin' no man, as long as I'm stompin' in these Broganes\n There's no playin', soon as this army stop, ya' got no hands\n Damn!!! Ready for war, and keep the weed lighted\n If they ain't indicted still, blast it, Fiend the insighted prophet\n\n I'm a No Limit soldier, nigga, it's in my blood\n I started rappin', so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\n We Bout It!!! Muthafuckas representin' them killas\n TRU tatted on my back cuz I make moves wit thug niggas\n You don't wanna go to war, cuz I'ma bring the brigade\n Ask the colonel, we rowdy nigga tryin' to get paid\n Affiliated with game, totin' thangs that pain\n On the corners we hang, and we slangin' the pain!!\n\n 3rd A helluva, helluva nigga right chea\n You can take that and fear it!!\n I'm a cold blooded killa comrade\n And a highly decorated lieutenant\n I'm up on the front line, you all the way to the rear\n But ya still gettin' injured\n NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!\n And when we reach a hundred million cartridges\n We ain't finished\n Bitch shoot yoself in the head, if you can't take it\n Cuz we gonna represent it!!\n If I said it, I meant it!!\n If I told ya', I showed ya'!!\n I'll break y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!!\n\n Whoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real\n Shell-Shock turn your neighborhood block into the battle field\n Nigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\n I'm camoflauged, I never die, I live longer than them white guys\n We tattooed, I done gone cashews, ain't no turnin' back\n Nigga won't be burnin' Mac, uh, I got the thirty gat\n And it get trifer, but I'm a lifer\n A camoflauge sniper, from the rooftop I might ignite ya\n\n 4th Gotti I told ya', I'm a muthafuckin' soldier\n Forty calibers and doja, what keep makin holes\n Nationwide exposure, for me and my brethren\n For Fiend to bust'em, leavin' my enemies bleedin'\n Being a soldier many fourteens, I be needin'\n A No Limit soldier, till the day of my leave\n\n I been a No Limit soldier since 1994\n Them niggas know one thing, that Skull broked in the door\n They watched me in Waco, as I bring the flow\n What you sayin', hanh you nigga? You bitch? Yeah, you ho!!!\n You know one thing you can't be fuckin' round wit these niggas\n Niggas out the tank, straight spittin' on you niggas\n You nigga!!! You think, you gonna get away\n Slammin' jive bitches like you, dead in the pavement!!!\n\n 5th Nigga make some room!!! Nigga, Back up, back up\n Forget that thing out the trunk, and act up, act up\n Got my tank dogs steppin' camoflauge fatigues\n I represent like a loaded weapon, paper bought wit P\n When I get that thing, everybody look down and round and round\n Got the M-1 spittin' fire, bring yo' set to the ground\n Got the C-4 explosives in the black backpack\n Big Ed be puttin' down like that!!!!!\n\n We come strapped in we roll thick\n We represent that TRU click\n Playa Haters, yeah we know who you are\n Make infrared shine on your head like the North Star\n Bomb shit, boss bitch, mama set it off\n Let it be known cowards you don't wanna go to war\n The hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga\n Swallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga\n So, bring it, bring it on, how you wanna do it, what?\n Cuz next to other's knees, I cover fuckin' dust\n Anten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field\n Shoppers gon run, while we kick our enemies doors\n I ask the lord, they don't want no more?\n Mama, drama, told ya' No Limit done took over\n\n I thought I told ya\n Pass the doja\n GAME OVER!!!!!\n"},{"id":36451011,"name":"I'm A Soldier (ft. 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Hutton\nHolla up, and every fuckin' soldier still stuntin'\nWe them niggas drivin', niggas that ridin'\nDrinkin' and rhymin' every side, niggas that body ridin'\nNiggas that be runnin' motherfuckers and still gettin' ridin'\nI cut for G's, niggas mark players fuck with me\nJerins come with me, real soldiers keep your eyes on your enemies\n\nI'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nN-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\nMy problem remember me bein' the one that tote a shotty\nBlastin' them mossy to them niggas that wanna rob me\nGivin' you hobbies, gettin' slugs out your own body\nFor my piece or trigger heel, I'm doin' niggas like Lolly\nDon't fear no man, long as I'm snuffin' in these Rogans\nWhat's your plan? To swing a zombie knife to the gut\nNo hands, damn, ready for war and keep the weed lighted\nIf ain't indicted still blastin' fiends and exotic private\n\nI'm a No Limit Soldier nigga, it's in my blood\nI started rappin' so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\nWe 'bout it, motherfuckers representin' them killers\nTRU tatted on my back cause I make moves with Thug niggas\nYou don't wanna go to war cause I'ma bring the brigade\nAct a colonel, we rowdy niggas tryin' to get paid\nAffiliated with gang, tote them things that bang\nOn them corners we hang and we slangin' them thangs\n\nCause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nN-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\nA hell of a, hell of a nigga right here, nigga take that and sit it\nI'm a cold blooded killer, combat\nAgent and highly decorated lieutenant\nI'm on the front line, yo all the way\nTo the rear, still gettin' injured\n\nNigga don't you know by now that Tank can't be minted\nAnd when we reach hundred million cash, we ain't finished\nBitch shoot you still in the head if you\nCan't take it cause we gon' represent it\nIf I said it I meant it, fuck told you I showed you\nI'll take y'all, rank y'all, break you, born to be a soldier\n\nWhoa, murder murder kill kill, it's real\nShell shock turn your neighborhood block into the battlefield\nNigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\nI'm camouflaged I never die, I live longer than them white guys\nThe K2, I done gone catch two\nAin't no turnin' back, nigga won't be burnin' Mac\nI got the .30 Gat, nigga get trife up\nBut I'm a lifer, a camouflaged sniper\nFrom the rooftop I might snipe ya\n\nCause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nN-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\nGotti I told you, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier\nForty calibers indulge ya, but keep my composure\nNationwide exposure for me and my breeders\nFour fevers bustin', leavin' my enemies bleedin'\nBeen a soldier many fourteens I be needin'\nA No Limit Soldier 'til the day I'ma leave\n\nI been a No Limit Soldier since 1994\nThem niggas know one thing that Skull broke in the door\nThey watch me and Waco as I throw the flow\nWhat you sayin' huh you nigga? You bitch yeah you ho\nYou know one thing you can't be fuckin' 'round with these niggas\nNiggas out the Tank straight spittin' at you niggas\nHow you fuckin', you think you gonna get away?\nSlim and Chi bitches like you gettin' the pipe\n\nCause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nN-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\nNigga make some room, nigga back up back up\nGo get that thing out the trunk and act up act up\nGot my Tank dog steppin' camouflaged G\nI represent like a loaded weapon, prepare for war MP\nWhen I get that thing everybody look down, look around look around\nGot the M1 spittin' fire burnin' sets in the ground\nGot the C4 explosives in the black backpack\nBig daddy puttin' it down like that\n\nWe come strapped and we roll thick\n\nWe rep what's up that TRU click\nAll you haters yeah we know who you are\nMake infrared shine on your head like the North Star\n\nBomb shit bars bitch Mama set it off\nLet it be known cause you don't wanna go to war\nThe hard hitter skilled spitter biggest mama nigga\nSwallow your shit like a fuckin' anaconda nigga\nSo bring it bring it on, how you gon' do it what?\nCause next to us you need high to fuckin' touch\nMaintain hood, now take it to the battlefield\nChoppers gon' roar while we kick our enemies' doors\nPipe that galore, they don't want no more\n\nMama drama told you No Limit this your goal\n\nCause we an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nWe an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nWe an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nI tried to told you, pass the dough, game on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I'm A Soldier (ft. Master P, Fiend, C-Murder, Mystikal, Mac, Skull Drugery, Big Ed, Mia X & Lil' Gotti Gambino)\n artist: Silkk The Shocker\n album: Charge It 2 Da Game\n duration_ms: 308000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You can tell I'm a soldier\n It's time to go to war\n Silkk the Shocker\n Soldier\n Soldier G\n Proud to be a soldier\n Y'all don't do it\n I thought I told you\n I thought I told you\n\n All I want to be was a soldier\n And if you ain't a soldier then what's your purpose\n Cause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T\n\n Yeah, I'm Silkk the Shocker and yeah that's me\n Tank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told you\n Tatted on my back is that I'm a No Limit Soldier\n About fake boys, true salute to my tank dogs\n Y'all scared to bust niggas duck cause we ain't soft\n So don't tempt me cause you know empty and then I reload\n Empty reload, empty reload, empty reload, my barrel explode\n Nigga I'm TRU, that means I'm true to the game\n Mention me to my enemies, they fakin' the pain\n Now you can do what you wanna, but y'all don't wanna start\n\n Fuck these No Limit Soldiers cause y'all don't wanna go to war\n\n No Limit mercenary killer nigga with army fatigues\n Tattoos and gats, niggas gone off Hennessy and weed\n Colonel, nigga call me the ghetto E.F. Hutton\n Holla up, and every fuckin' soldier still stuntin'\n We them niggas drivin', niggas that ridin'\n Drinkin' and rhymin' every side, niggas that body ridin'\n Niggas that be runnin' motherfuckers and still gettin' ridin'\n I cut for G's, niggas mark players fuck with me\n Jerins come with me, real soldiers keep your eyes on your enemies\n\n I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\n My problem remember me bein' the one that tote a shotty\n Blastin' them mossy to them niggas that wanna rob me\n Givin' you hobbies, gettin' slugs out your own body\n For my piece or trigger heel, I'm doin' niggas like Lolly\n Don't fear no man, long as I'm snuffin' in these Rogans\n What's your plan? To swing a zombie knife to the gut\n No hands, damn, ready for war and keep the weed lighted\n If ain't indicted still blastin' fiends and exotic private\n\n I'm a No Limit Soldier nigga, it's in my blood\n I started rappin' so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\n We 'bout it, motherfuckers representin' them killers\n TRU tatted on my back cause I make moves with Thug niggas\n You don't wanna go to war cause I'ma bring the brigade\n Act a colonel, we rowdy niggas tryin' to get paid\n Affiliated with gang, tote them things that bang\n On them corners we hang and we slangin' them thangs\n\n Cause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\n A hell of a, hell of a nigga right here, nigga take that and sit it\n I'm a cold blooded killer, combat\n Agent and highly decorated lieutenant\n I'm on the front line, yo all the way\n To the rear, still gettin' injured\n\n Nigga don't you know by now that Tank can't be minted\n And when we reach hundred million cash, we ain't finished\n Bitch shoot you still in the head if you\n Can't take it cause we gon' represent it\n If I said it I meant it, fuck told you I showed you\n I'll take y'all, rank y'all, break you, born to be a soldier\n\n Whoa, murder murder kill kill, it's real\n Shell shock turn your neighborhood block into the battlefield\n Nigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\n I'm camouflaged I never die, I live longer than them white guys\n The K2, I done gone catch two\n Ain't no turnin' back, nigga won't be burnin' Mac\n I got the .30 Gat, nigga get trife up\n But I'm a lifer, a camouflaged sniper\n From the rooftop I might snipe ya\n\n Cause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\n Gotti I told you, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier\n Forty calibers indulge ya, but keep my composure\n Nationwide exposure for me and my breeders\n Four fevers bustin', leavin' my enemies bleedin'\n Been a soldier many fourteens I be needin'\n A No Limit Soldier 'til the day I'ma leave\n\n I been a No Limit Soldier since 1994\n Them niggas know one thing that Skull broke in the door\n They watch me and Waco as I throw the flow\n What you sayin' huh you nigga? You bitch yeah you ho\n You know one thing you can't be fuckin' 'round with these niggas\n Niggas out the Tank straight spittin' at you niggas\n How you fuckin', you think you gonna get away?\n Slim and Chi bitches like you gettin' the pipe\n\n Cause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\n Nigga make some room, nigga back up back up\n Go get that thing out the trunk and act up act up\n Got my Tank dog steppin' camouflaged G\n I represent like a loaded weapon, prepare for war MP\n When I get that thing everybody look down, look around look around\n Got the M1 spittin' fire burnin' sets in the ground\n Got the C4 explosives in the black backpack\n Big daddy puttin' it down like that\n\n We come strapped and we roll thick\n\n We rep what's up that TRU click\n All you haters yeah we know who you are\n Make infrared shine on your head like the North Star\n\n Bomb shit bars bitch Mama set it off\n Let it be known cause you don't wanna go to war\n The hard hitter skilled spitter biggest mama nigga\n Swallow your shit like a fuckin' anaconda nigga\n So bring it bring it on, how you gon' do it what?\n Cause next to us you need high to fuckin' touch\n Maintain hood, now take it to the battlefield\n Choppers gon' roar while we kick our enemies' doors\n Pipe that galore, they don't want no more\n\n Mama drama told you No Limit this your goal\n\n Cause we an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n We an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n We an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n I tried to told you, pass the dough, game on\n"},{"id":32407534,"name":"I'm A Soldier (Feat. 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Master P, Fiend, C-Murder, Mystikal, Mac, Skull Drugery, Big Ed, Mia X and Lil Gotti Gambino)","artistName":"Silkk The Shocker","albumName":"Charge It 2 Da Game","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You can tell I'm A Soldier\nYou, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch!!\nAnd If you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!\n\n1st See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I\nM-I- to the T\nYeah, I'm Silkk the SHOCKER!!!!\nAnd yeah, that's me\nTank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told ya\nTat on my back, is that of a no limit soldier\nAbout face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs\nY'all scared to bust, niggas duck, cuz we ain't sure\nSo don't flip me, cuz you'll end up empty\nAnd then I'll reload\nAnd reload, and reload, and reload, and load\nWhole barrel explode!!!!\nNigga I'm T-R-U, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game\nMention me to my enemies, they takin' the pain\nNow you can do what you wanna\nBut y'all don't wanna start\nFuck, these No Limit soldiers\nCuz y'all don't wanna go to war!!!\n\nNo Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues\nTattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed\nColonel, nigga becoming the ghetto E.F. Hutton\nHoller ungh!!!!!!! And every fuckin' soldier start stuntin'\nNigga just robbin' and niggas they ridin'\nDressed and robbin' on the side\nNiggas just Bout It, Rowdy\nNiggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy\nI cut wit G's nigga\nMarch playas, step wit me killas\nCome wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!!\n\nI'm a N-O- nigga L-I\nM-I-T soldier 2nd All my rivals remember me, Fiend\nThe one that call the shottie\nBlastin' the mafi, there them niggas that wanna rob me\nGivin' you hobbies\nGettin' slugs at your own body\nFor my piece, or Sugar Hill, I'm New Orleans like Lolli\nI'm fearin' no man, as long as I'm stompin' in these Broganes\nThere's no playin', soon as this army stop, ya' got no hands\nDamn!!! Ready for war, and keep the weed lighted\nIf they ain't indicted still, blast it, Fiend the insighted prophet\n\nI'm a No Limit soldier, nigga, it's in my blood\nI started rappin', so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\nWe Bout It!!! Muthafuckas representin' them killas\nTRU tatted on my back cuz I make moves wit thug niggas\nYou don't wanna go to war, cuz I'ma bring the brigade\nAsk the colonel, we rowdy nigga tryin' to get paid\nAffiliated with game, totin' thangs that pain\nOn the corners we hang, and we slangin' the pain!!\n\n3rd A helluva, helluva nigga right chea\nYou can take that and fear it!!\nI'm a cold blooded killa comrade\nAnd a highly decorated lieutenant\nI'm up on the front line, you all the way to the rear\nBut ya still gettin' injured\nNIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!\nAnd when we reach a hundred million cartridges\nWe ain't finished\nBitch shoot yoself in the head, if you can't take it\nCuz we gonna represent it!!\nIf I said it, I meant it!!\nIf I told ya', I showed ya'!!\nI'll break y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!!\n\nWhoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real\nShell-Shock turn your neighborhood block into the battle field\nNigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\nI'm camoflauged, I never die, I live longer than them white guys\nWe tattooed, I done gone cashews, ain't no turnin' back\nNigga won't be burnin' Mac, uh, I got the thirty gat\nAnd it get trifer, but I'm a lifer\nA camoflauge sniper, from the rooftop I might ignite ya\n\n4th Gotti I told ya', I'm a muthafuckin' soldier\nForty calibers and doja, what keep makin holes\nNationwide exposure, for me and my brethren\nFor Fiend to bust'em, leavin' my enemies bleedin'\nBeing a soldier many fourteens, I be needin'\nA No Limit soldier, till the day of my leave\n\nI been a No Limit soldier since 1994\nThem niggas know one thing, that Skull broked in the door\nThey watched me in Waco, as I bring the flow\nWhat you sayin', hanh you nigga? You bitch? Yeah, you ho!!!\nYou know one thing you can't be fuckin' round wit these niggas\nNiggas out the tank, straight spittin' on you niggas\nYou nigga!!! You think, you gonna get away\nSlammin' jive bitches like you, dead in the pavement!!!\n\n5th Nigga make some room!!! Nigga, Back up, back up\nForget that thing out the trunk, and act up, act up\nGot my tank dogs steppin' camoflauge fatigues\nI represent like a loaded weapon, paper bought wit P\nWhen I get that thing, everybody look down and round and round\nGot the M-1 spittin' fire, bring yo' set to the ground\nGot the C-4 explosives in the black backpack\nBig Ed be puttin' down like that!!!!!\n\nWe come strapped in we roll thick\nWe represent that TRU click\nPlaya Haters, yeah we know who you are\nMake infrared shine on your head like the North Star\nBomb shit, boss bitch, mama set it off\nLet it be known cowards you don't wanna go to war\nThe hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga\nSwallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga\nSo, bring it, bring it on, how you wanna do it, what?\nCuz next to other's knees, I cover fuckin' dust\nAnten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field\nShoppers gon run, while we kick our enemies doors\nI ask the lord, they don't want no more?\nMama, drama, told ya' No Limit done took over\n\nI thought I told ya\nPass the doja\nGAME OVER!!!!!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I'm A Soldier (Feat. Master P, Fiend, C-Murder, Mystikal, Mac, Skull Drugery, Big Ed, Mia X and Lil Gotti Gambino)\n artist: Silkk The Shocker\n album: Charge It 2 Da Game\n duration_ms: 309000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You can tell I'm A Soldier\n You, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch!!\n And If you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!\n\n 1st See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I\n M-I- to the T\n Yeah, I'm Silkk the SHOCKER!!!!\n And yeah, that's me\n Tank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told ya\n Tat on my back, is that of a no limit soldier\n About face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs\n Y'all scared to bust, niggas duck, cuz we ain't sure\n So don't flip me, cuz you'll end up empty\n And then I'll reload\n And reload, and reload, and reload, and load\n Whole barrel explode!!!!\n Nigga I'm T-R-U, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game\n Mention me to my enemies, they takin' the pain\n Now you can do what you wanna\n But y'all don't wanna start\n Fuck, these No Limit soldiers\n Cuz y'all don't wanna go to war!!!\n\n No Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues\n Tattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed\n Colonel, nigga becoming the ghetto E.F. Hutton\n Holler ungh!!!!!!! And every fuckin' soldier start stuntin'\n Nigga just robbin' and niggas they ridin'\n Dressed and robbin' on the side\n Niggas just Bout It, Rowdy\n Niggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy\n I cut wit G's nigga\n March playas, step wit me killas\n Come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!!\n\n I'm a N-O- nigga L-I\n M-I-T soldier 2nd All my rivals remember me, Fiend\n The one that call the shottie\n Blastin' the mafi, there them niggas that wanna rob me\n Givin' you hobbies\n Gettin' slugs at your own body\n For my piece, or Sugar Hill, I'm New Orleans like Lolli\n I'm fearin' no man, as long as I'm stompin' in these Broganes\n There's no playin', soon as this army stop, ya' got no hands\n Damn!!! Ready for war, and keep the weed lighted\n If they ain't indicted still, blast it, Fiend the insighted prophet\n\n I'm a No Limit soldier, nigga, it's in my blood\n I started rappin', so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\n We Bout It!!! Muthafuckas representin' them killas\n TRU tatted on my back cuz I make moves wit thug niggas\n You don't wanna go to war, cuz I'ma bring the brigade\n Ask the colonel, we rowdy nigga tryin' to get paid\n Affiliated with game, totin' thangs that pain\n On the corners we hang, and we slangin' the pain!!\n\n 3rd A helluva, helluva nigga right chea\n You can take that and fear it!!\n I'm a cold blooded killa comrade\n And a highly decorated lieutenant\n I'm up on the front line, you all the way to the rear\n But ya still gettin' injured\n NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!\n And when we reach a hundred million cartridges\n We ain't finished\n Bitch shoot yoself in the head, if you can't take it\n Cuz we gonna represent it!!\n If I said it, I meant it!!\n If I told ya', I showed ya'!!\n I'll break y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!!\n\n Whoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real\n Shell-Shock turn your neighborhood block into the battle field\n Nigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\n I'm camoflauged, I never die, I live longer than them white guys\n We tattooed, I done gone cashews, ain't no turnin' back\n Nigga won't be burnin' Mac, uh, I got the thirty gat\n And it get trifer, but I'm a lifer\n A camoflauge sniper, from the rooftop I might ignite ya\n\n 4th Gotti I told ya', I'm a muthafuckin' soldier\n Forty calibers and doja, what keep makin holes\n Nationwide exposure, for me and my brethren\n For Fiend to bust'em, leavin' my enemies bleedin'\n Being a soldier many fourteens, I be needin'\n A No Limit soldier, till the day of my leave\n\n I been a No Limit soldier since 1994\n Them niggas know one thing, that Skull broked in the door\n They watched me in Waco, as I bring the flow\n What you sayin', hanh you nigga? You bitch? Yeah, you ho!!!\n You know one thing you can't be fuckin' round wit these niggas\n Niggas out the tank, straight spittin' on you niggas\n You nigga!!! You think, you gonna get away\n Slammin' jive bitches like you, dead in the pavement!!!\n\n 5th Nigga make some room!!! Nigga, Back up, back up\n Forget that thing out the trunk, and act up, act up\n Got my tank dogs steppin' camoflauge fatigues\n I represent like a loaded weapon, paper bought wit P\n When I get that thing, everybody look down and round and round\n Got the M-1 spittin' fire, bring yo' set to the ground\n Got the C-4 explosives in the black backpack\n Big Ed be puttin' down like that!!!!!\n\n We come strapped in we roll thick\n We represent that TRU click\n Playa Haters, yeah we know who you are\n Make infrared shine on your head like the North Star\n Bomb shit, boss bitch, mama set it off\n Let it be known cowards you don't wanna go to war\n The hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga\n Swallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga\n So, bring it, bring it on, how you wanna do it, what?\n Cuz next to other's knees, I cover fuckin' dust\n Anten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field\n Shoppers gon run, while we kick our enemies doors\n I ask the lord, they don't want no more?\n Mama, drama, told ya' No Limit done took over\n\n I thought I told ya\n Pass the doja\n GAME OVER!!!!!\n"},{"id":16225443,"name":"Silkk The Shocker, Master P, Fiend, C-Murder, Mystikal, Mac, Skull Drugery, Big Ed, Mia X & Lil' Gotti Gambino / I'm A Soldier","trackName":"Silkk The Shocker, Master P, Fiend, C-Murder, Mystikal, Mac, Skull Drugery, Big Ed, Mia X & Lil' Gotti Gambino / I'm A Soldier","artistName":"Silkk The Shocker","albumName":"Charge It 2 Da Game","duration":308.826667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You can tell I'm A Soldier\nYou, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch!!\nAnd If you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!\n\n1st See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I\nM-I- to the T\nYeah, I'm Silkk the SHOCKER!!!!\nAnd yeah, that's me\nTank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told ya\nTat on my back, is that of a no limit soldier\nAbout face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs\nY'all scared to bust, niggas duck, cuz we ain't sure\nSo don't flip me, cuz you'll end up empty\nAnd then I'll reload\nAnd reload, and reload, and reload, and load\nWhole barrel explode!!!!\nNigga I'm T-R-U, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game\nMention me to my enemies, they takin' the pain\nNow you can do what you wanna\nBut y'all don't wanna start\nFuck, these No Limit soldiers\nCuz y'all don't wanna go to war!!!\n\nNo Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues\nTattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed\nColonel, nigga becoming the ghetto E.F. Hutton\nHoller ungh!!!!!!! And every fuckin' soldier start stuntin'\nNigga just robbin' and niggas they ridin'\nDressed and robbin' on the side\nNiggas just Bout It, Rowdy\nNiggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy\nI cut wit G's nigga\nMarch playas, step wit me killas\nCome wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!!\n\nI'm a N-O- nigga L-I\nM-I-T soldier 2nd All my rivals remember me, Fiend\nThe one that call the shottie\nBlastin' the mafi, there them niggas that wanna rob me\nGivin' you hobbies\nGettin' slugs at your own body\nFor my piece, or Sugar Hill, I'm New Orleans like Lolli\nI'm fearin' no man, as long as I'm stompin' in these Broganes\nThere's no playin', soon as this army stop, ya' got no hands\nDamn!!! Ready for war, and keep the weed lighted\nIf they ain't indicted still, blast it, Fiend the insighted prophet\n\nI'm a No Limit soldier, nigga, it's in my blood\nI started rappin', so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\nWe Bout It!!! Muthafuckas representin' them killas\nTRU tatted on my back cuz I make moves wit thug niggas\nYou don't wanna go to war, cuz I'ma bring the brigade\nAsk the colonel, we rowdy nigga tryin' to get paid\nAffiliated with game, totin' thangs that pain\nOn the corners we hang, and we slangin' the pain!!\n\n3rd A helluva, helluva nigga right chea\nYou can take that and fear it!!\nI'm a cold blooded killa comrade\nAnd a highly decorated lieutenant\nI'm up on the front line, you all the way to the rear\nBut ya still gettin' injured\nNIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!\nAnd when we reach a hundred million cartridges\nWe ain't finished\nBitch shoot yoself in the head, if you can't take it\nCuz we gonna represent it!!\nIf I said it, I meant it!!\nIf I told ya', I showed ya'!!\nI'll break y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!!\n\nWhoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real\nShell-Shock turn your neighborhood block into the battle field\nNigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\nI'm camoflauged, I never die, I live longer than them white guys\nWe tattooed, I done gone cashews, ain't no turnin' back\nNigga won't be burnin' Mac, uh, I got the thirty gat\nAnd it get trifer, but I'm a lifer\nA camoflauge sniper, from the rooftop I might ignite ya\n\n4th Gotti I told ya', I'm a muthafuckin' soldier\nForty calibers and doja, what keep makin holes\nNationwide exposure, for me and my brethren\nFor Fiend to bust'em, leavin' my enemies bleedin'\nBeing a soldier many fourteens, I be needin'\nA No Limit soldier, till the day of my leave\n\nI been a No Limit soldier since 1994\nThem niggas know one thing, that Skull broked in the door\nThey watched me in Waco, as I bring the flow\nWhat you sayin', hanh you nigga? You bitch? Yeah, you ho!!!\nYou know one thing you can't be fuckin' round wit these niggas\nNiggas out the tank, straight spittin' on you niggas\nYou nigga!!! You think, you gonna get away\nSlammin' jive bitches like you, dead in the pavement!!!\n\n5th Nigga make some room!!! Nigga, Back up, back up\nForget that thing out the trunk, and act up, act up\nGot my tank dogs steppin' camoflauge fatigues\nI represent like a loaded weapon, paper bought wit P\nWhen I get that thing, everybody look down and round and round\nGot the M-1 spittin' fire, bring yo' set to the ground\nGot the C-4 explosives in the black backpack\nBig Ed be puttin' down like that!!!!!\n\nWe come strapped in we roll thick\nWe represent that TRU click\nPlaya Haters, yeah we know who you are\nMake infrared shine on your head like the North Star\nBomb shit, boss bitch, mama set it off\nLet it be known cowards you don't wanna go to war\nThe hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga\nSwallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga\nSo, bring it, bring it on, how you wanna do it, what?\nCuz next to other's knees, I cover fuckin' dust\nAnten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field\nShoppers gon run, while we kick our enemies doors\nI ask the lord, they don't want no more?\nMama, drama, told ya' No Limit done took over\n\nI thought I told ya\nPass the doja\nGAME OVER!!!!!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Silkk The Shocker, Master P, Fiend, C-Murder, Mystikal, Mac, Skull Drugery, Big Ed, Mia X & Lil' Gotti Gambino / I'm A Soldier\n artist: Silkk The Shocker\n album: Charge It 2 Da Game\n duration_ms: 308827\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You can tell I'm A Soldier\n You, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch!!\n And If you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!\n\n 1st See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I\n M-I- to the T\n Yeah, I'm Silkk the SHOCKER!!!!\n And yeah, that's me\n Tank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told ya\n Tat on my back, is that of a no limit soldier\n About face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs\n Y'all scared to bust, niggas duck, cuz we ain't sure\n So don't flip me, cuz you'll end up empty\n And then I'll reload\n And reload, and reload, and reload, and load\n Whole barrel explode!!!!\n Nigga I'm T-R-U, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game\n Mention me to my enemies, they takin' the pain\n Now you can do what you wanna\n But y'all don't wanna start\n Fuck, these No Limit soldiers\n Cuz y'all don't wanna go to war!!!\n\n No Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues\n Tattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed\n Colonel, nigga becoming the ghetto E.F. Hutton\n Holler ungh!!!!!!! And every fuckin' soldier start stuntin'\n Nigga just robbin' and niggas they ridin'\n Dressed and robbin' on the side\n Niggas just Bout It, Rowdy\n Niggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy\n I cut wit G's nigga\n March playas, step wit me killas\n Come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!!\n\n I'm a N-O- nigga L-I\n M-I-T soldier 2nd All my rivals remember me, Fiend\n The one that call the shottie\n Blastin' the mafi, there them niggas that wanna rob me\n Givin' you hobbies\n Gettin' slugs at your own body\n For my piece, or Sugar Hill, I'm New Orleans like Lolli\n I'm fearin' no man, as long as I'm stompin' in these Broganes\n There's no playin', soon as this army stop, ya' got no hands\n Damn!!! Ready for war, and keep the weed lighted\n If they ain't indicted still, blast it, Fiend the insighted prophet\n\n I'm a No Limit soldier, nigga, it's in my blood\n I started rappin', so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\n We Bout It!!! Muthafuckas representin' them killas\n TRU tatted on my back cuz I make moves wit thug niggas\n You don't wanna go to war, cuz I'ma bring the brigade\n Ask the colonel, we rowdy nigga tryin' to get paid\n Affiliated with game, totin' thangs that pain\n On the corners we hang, and we slangin' the pain!!\n\n 3rd A helluva, helluva nigga right chea\n You can take that and fear it!!\n I'm a cold blooded killa comrade\n And a highly decorated lieutenant\n I'm up on the front line, you all the way to the rear\n But ya still gettin' injured\n NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!\n And when we reach a hundred million cartridges\n We ain't finished\n Bitch shoot yoself in the head, if you can't take it\n Cuz we gonna represent it!!\n If I said it, I meant it!!\n If I told ya', I showed ya'!!\n I'll break y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!!\n\n Whoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real\n Shell-Shock turn your neighborhood block into the battle field\n Nigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\n I'm camoflauged, I never die, I live longer than them white guys\n We tattooed, I done gone cashews, ain't no turnin' back\n Nigga won't be burnin' Mac, uh, I got the thirty gat\n And it get trifer, but I'm a lifer\n A camoflauge sniper, from the rooftop I might ignite ya\n\n 4th Gotti I told ya', I'm a muthafuckin' soldier\n Forty calibers and doja, what keep makin holes\n Nationwide exposure, for me and my brethren\n For Fiend to bust'em, leavin' my enemies bleedin'\n Being a soldier many fourteens, I be needin'\n A No Limit soldier, till the day of my leave\n\n I been a No Limit soldier since 1994\n Them niggas know one thing, that Skull broked in the door\n They watched me in Waco, as I bring the flow\n What you sayin', hanh you nigga? You bitch? Yeah, you ho!!!\n You know one thing you can't be fuckin' round wit these niggas\n Niggas out the tank, straight spittin' on you niggas\n You nigga!!! You think, you gonna get away\n Slammin' jive bitches like you, dead in the pavement!!!\n\n 5th Nigga make some room!!! Nigga, Back up, back up\n Forget that thing out the trunk, and act up, act up\n Got my tank dogs steppin' camoflauge fatigues\n I represent like a loaded weapon, paper bought wit P\n When I get that thing, everybody look down and round and round\n Got the M-1 spittin' fire, bring yo' set to the ground\n Got the C-4 explosives in the black backpack\n Big Ed be puttin' down like that!!!!!\n\n We come strapped in we roll thick\n We represent that TRU click\n Playa Haters, yeah we know who you are\n Make infrared shine on your head like the North Star\n Bomb shit, boss bitch, mama set it off\n Let it be known cowards you don't wanna go to war\n The hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga\n Swallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga\n So, bring it, bring it on, how you wanna do it, what?\n Cuz next to other's knees, I cover fuckin' dust\n Anten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field\n Shoppers gon run, while we kick our enemies doors\n I ask the lord, they don't want no more?\n Mama, drama, told ya' No Limit done took over\n\n I thought I told ya\n Pass the doja\n GAME OVER!!!!!\n"},{"id":21805598,"name":"I'm A Soldier (Original Mix)","trackName":"I'm A Soldier (Original Mix)","artistName":"C-Murder, Silkk The Shocker, Fiend, Master P, Mystikal, Mia x, Big ED, Mac, Skull Dugrey, Lil' Gotti","albumName":"Charge It 2 da Game","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You can tell I'm A Soldier\nYou, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch!!\nAnd If you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!\n\n1st See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I\nM-I- to the T\nYeah, I'm Silkk the SHOCKER!!!!\nAnd yeah, that's me\nTank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told ya\nTat on my back, is that of a no limit soldier\nAbout face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs\nY'all scared to bust, niggas duck, cuz we ain't sure\nSo don't flip me, cuz you'll end up empty\nAnd then I'll reload\nAnd reload, and reload, and reload, and load\nWhole barrel explode!!!!\nNigga I'm T-R-U, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game\nMention me to my enemies, they takin' the pain\nNow you can do what you wanna\nBut y'all don't wanna start\nFuck, these No Limit soldiers\nCuz y'all don't wanna go to war!!!\n\nNo Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues\nTattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed\nColonel, nigga becoming the ghetto E.F. Hutton\nHoller ungh!!!!!!! And every fuckin' soldier start stuntin'\nNigga just robbin' and niggas they ridin'\nDressed and robbin' on the side\nNiggas just Bout It, Rowdy\nNiggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy\nI cut wit G's nigga\nMarch playas, step wit me killas\nCome wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!!\n\nI'm a N-O- nigga L-I\nM-I-T soldier 2nd All my rivals remember me, Fiend\nThe one that call the shottie\nBlastin' the mafi, there them niggas that wanna rob me\nGivin' you hobbies\nGettin' slugs at your own body\nFor my piece, or Sugar Hill, I'm New Orleans like Lolli\nI'm fearin' no man, as long as I'm stompin' in these Broganes\nThere's no playin', soon as this army stop, ya' got no hands\nDamn!!! Ready for war, and keep the weed lighted\nIf they ain't indicted still, blast it, Fiend the insighted prophet\n\nI'm a No Limit soldier, nigga, it's in my blood\nI started rappin', so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\nWe Bout It!!! Muthafuckas representin' them killas\nTRU tatted on my back cuz I make moves wit thug niggas\nYou don't wanna go to war, cuz I'ma bring the brigade\nAsk the colonel, we rowdy nigga tryin' to get paid\nAffiliated with game, totin' thangs that pain\nOn the corners we hang, and we slangin' the pain!!\n\n3rd A helluva, helluva nigga right chea\nYou can take that and fear it!!\nI'm a cold blooded killa comrade\nAnd a highly decorated lieutenant\nI'm up on the front line, you all the way to the rear\nBut ya still gettin' injured\nNIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!\nAnd when we reach a hundred million cartridges\nWe ain't finished\nBitch shoot yoself in the head, if you can't take it\nCuz we gonna represent it!!\nIf I said it, I meant it!!\nIf I told ya', I showed ya'!!\nI'll break y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!!\n\nWhoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real\nShell-Shock turn your neighborhood block into the battle field\nNigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\nI'm camoflauged, I never die, I live longer than them white guys\nWe tattooed, I done gone cashews, ain't no turnin' back\nNigga won't be burnin' Mac, uh, I got the thirty gat\nAnd it get trifer, but I'm a lifer\nA camoflauge sniper, from the rooftop I might ignite ya\n\n4th Gotti I told ya', I'm a muthafuckin' soldier\nForty calibers and doja, what keep makin holes\nNationwide exposure, for me and my brethren\nFor Fiend to bust'em, leavin' my enemies bleedin'\nBeing a soldier many fourteens, I be needin'\nA No Limit soldier, till the day of my leave\n\nI been a No Limit soldier since 1994\nThem niggas know one thing, that Skull broked in the door\nThey watched me in Waco, as I bring the flow\nWhat you sayin', hanh you nigga? You bitch? Yeah, you ho!!!\nYou know one thing you can't be fuckin' round wit these niggas\nNiggas out the tank, straight spittin' on you niggas\nYou nigga!!! You think, you gonna get away\nSlammin' jive bitches like you, dead in the pavement!!!\n\n5th Nigga make some room!!! Nigga, Back up, back up\nForget that thing out the trunk, and act up, act up\nGot my tank dogs steppin' camoflauge fatigues\nI represent like a loaded weapon, paper bought wit P\nWhen I get that thing, everybody look down and round and round\nGot the M-1 spittin' fire, bring yo' set to the ground\nGot the C-4 explosives in the black backpack\nBig Ed be puttin' down like that!!!!!\n\nWe come strapped in we roll thick\nWe represent that TRU click\nPlaya Haters, yeah we know who you are\nMake infrared shine on your head like the North Star\nBomb shit, boss bitch, mama set it off\nLet it be known cowards you don't wanna go to war\nThe hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga\nSwallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga\nSo, bring it, bring it on, how you wanna do it, what?\nCuz next to other's knees, I cover fuckin' dust\nAnten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field\nShoppers gon run, while we kick our enemies doors\nI ask the lord, they don't want no more?\nMama, drama, told ya' No Limit done took over\n\nI thought I told ya\nPass the doja\nGAME OVER!!!!!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I'm A Soldier (Original Mix)\n artist: C-Murder, Silkk The Shocker, Fiend, Master P, Mystikal, Mia x, Big ED, Mac, Skull Dugrey, Lil' Gotti\n album: Charge It 2 da Game\n duration_ms: 309000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You can tell I'm A Soldier\n You, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch!!\n And If you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!\n\n 1st See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I\n M-I- to the T\n Yeah, I'm Silkk the SHOCKER!!!!\n And yeah, that's me\n Tank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told ya\n Tat on my back, is that of a no limit soldier\n About face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs\n Y'all scared to bust, niggas duck, cuz we ain't sure\n So don't flip me, cuz you'll end up empty\n And then I'll reload\n And reload, and reload, and reload, and load\n Whole barrel explode!!!!\n Nigga I'm T-R-U, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game\n Mention me to my enemies, they takin' the pain\n Now you can do what you wanna\n But y'all don't wanna start\n Fuck, these No Limit soldiers\n Cuz y'all don't wanna go to war!!!\n\n No Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues\n Tattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed\n Colonel, nigga becoming the ghetto E.F. Hutton\n Holler ungh!!!!!!! And every fuckin' soldier start stuntin'\n Nigga just robbin' and niggas they ridin'\n Dressed and robbin' on the side\n Niggas just Bout It, Rowdy\n Niggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy\n I cut wit G's nigga\n March playas, step wit me killas\n Come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!!\n\n I'm a N-O- nigga L-I\n M-I-T soldier 2nd All my rivals remember me, Fiend\n The one that call the shottie\n Blastin' the mafi, there them niggas that wanna rob me\n Givin' you hobbies\n Gettin' slugs at your own body\n For my piece, or Sugar Hill, I'm New Orleans like Lolli\n I'm fearin' no man, as long as I'm stompin' in these Broganes\n There's no playin', soon as this army stop, ya' got no hands\n Damn!!! Ready for war, and keep the weed lighted\n If they ain't indicted still, blast it, Fiend the insighted prophet\n\n I'm a No Limit soldier, nigga, it's in my blood\n I started rappin', so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\n We Bout It!!! Muthafuckas representin' them killas\n TRU tatted on my back cuz I make moves wit thug niggas\n You don't wanna go to war, cuz I'ma bring the brigade\n Ask the colonel, we rowdy nigga tryin' to get paid\n Affiliated with game, totin' thangs that pain\n On the corners we hang, and we slangin' the pain!!\n\n 3rd A helluva, helluva nigga right chea\n You can take that and fear it!!\n I'm a cold blooded killa comrade\n And a highly decorated lieutenant\n I'm up on the front line, you all the way to the rear\n But ya still gettin' injured\n NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!\n And when we reach a hundred million cartridges\n We ain't finished\n Bitch shoot yoself in the head, if you can't take it\n Cuz we gonna represent it!!\n If I said it, I meant it!!\n If I told ya', I showed ya'!!\n I'll break y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!!\n\n Whoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real\n Shell-Shock turn your neighborhood block into the battle field\n Nigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\n I'm camoflauged, I never die, I live longer than them white guys\n We tattooed, I done gone cashews, ain't no turnin' back\n Nigga won't be burnin' Mac, uh, I got the thirty gat\n And it get trifer, but I'm a lifer\n A camoflauge sniper, from the rooftop I might ignite ya\n\n 4th Gotti I told ya', I'm a muthafuckin' soldier\n Forty calibers and doja, what keep makin holes\n Nationwide exposure, for me and my brethren\n For Fiend to bust'em, leavin' my enemies bleedin'\n Being a soldier many fourteens, I be needin'\n A No Limit soldier, till the day of my leave\n\n I been a No Limit soldier since 1994\n Them niggas know one thing, that Skull broked in the door\n They watched me in Waco, as I bring the flow\n What you sayin', hanh you nigga? You bitch? Yeah, you ho!!!\n You know one thing you can't be fuckin' round wit these niggas\n Niggas out the tank, straight spittin' on you niggas\n You nigga!!! You think, you gonna get away\n Slammin' jive bitches like you, dead in the pavement!!!\n\n 5th Nigga make some room!!! Nigga, Back up, back up\n Forget that thing out the trunk, and act up, act up\n Got my tank dogs steppin' camoflauge fatigues\n I represent like a loaded weapon, paper bought wit P\n When I get that thing, everybody look down and round and round\n Got the M-1 spittin' fire, bring yo' set to the ground\n Got the C-4 explosives in the black backpack\n Big Ed be puttin' down like that!!!!!\n\n We come strapped in we roll thick\n We represent that TRU click\n Playa Haters, yeah we know who you are\n Make infrared shine on your head like the North Star\n Bomb shit, boss bitch, mama set it off\n Let it be known cowards you don't wanna go to war\n The hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga\n Swallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga\n So, bring it, bring it on, how you wanna do it, what?\n Cuz next to other's knees, I cover fuckin' dust\n Anten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field\n Shoppers gon run, while we kick our enemies doors\n I ask the lord, they don't want no more?\n Mama, drama, told ya' No Limit done took over\n\n I thought I told ya\n Pass the doja\n GAME OVER!!!!!\n"},{"id":35199817,"name":"I'm A Soldier","trackName":"I'm A Soldier","artistName":"Silkk The Shocker, Mac, C-Murder, Fiend, Mia X, Master P, Big Ed, Lil' Gotti, Skull Duggery, Mystikal","albumName":"Charge It 2 Da Game","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You can tell I'm a soldier\nIt's time to go to war\nSilkk the Shocker\nSoldier\nSoldier G\nProud to be a soldier\nY'all don't do it\nI thought I told you\nI thought I told you\n\nAll I want to be was a soldier\nAnd if you ain't a soldier then what's your purpose\nCause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T\n\nYeah, I'm Silkk the Shocker and yeah that's me\nTank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told you\nTatted on my back is that I'm a No Limit Soldier\nAbout fake boys, true salute to my tank dogs\nY'all scared to bust niggas duck cause we ain't soft\nSo don't tempt me cause you know empty and then I reload\nEmpty reload, empty reload, empty reload, my barrel explode\nNigga I'm TRU, that means I'm true to the game\nMention me to my enemies, they fakin' the pain\nNow you can do what you wanna, but y'all don't wanna start\n\nFuck these No Limit Soldiers cause y'all don't wanna go to war\n\nNo Limit mercenary killer nigga with army fatigues\nTattoos and gats, niggas gone off Hennessy and weed\nColonel, nigga call me the ghetto E.F. Hutton\nHolla up, and every fuckin' soldier still stuntin'\nWe them niggas drivin', niggas that ridin'\nDrinkin' and rhymin' every side, niggas that body ridin'\nNiggas that be runnin' motherfuckers and still gettin' ridin'\nI cut for G's, niggas mark players fuck with me\nJerins come with me, real soldiers keep your eyes on your enemies\n\nI'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nN-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\nMy problem remember me bein' the one that tote a shotty\nBlastin' them mossy to them niggas that wanna rob me\nGivin' you hobbies, gettin' slugs out your own body\nFor my piece or trigger heel, I'm doin' niggas like Lolly\nDon't fear no man, long as I'm snuffin' in these Rogans\nWhat's your plan? To swing a zombie knife to the gut\nNo hands, damn, ready for war and keep the weed lighted\nIf ain't indicted still blastin' fiends and exotic private\n\nI'm a No Limit Soldier nigga, it's in my blood\nI started rappin' so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\nWe 'bout it, motherfuckers representin' them killers\nTRU tatted on my back cause I make moves with Thug niggas\nYou don't wanna go to war cause I'ma bring the brigade\nAct a colonel, we rowdy niggas tryin' to get paid\nAffiliated with gang, tote them things that bang\nOn them corners we hang and we slangin' them thangs\n\nCause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nN-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\nA hell of a, hell of a nigga right here, nigga take that and sit it\nI'm a cold blooded killer, combat\nAgent and highly decorated lieutenant\nI'm on the front line, yo all the way\nTo the rear, still gettin' injured\n\nNigga don't you know by now that Tank can't be minted\nAnd when we reach hundred million cash, we ain't finished\nBitch shoot you still in the head if you\nCan't take it cause we gon' represent it\nIf I said it I meant it, fuck told you I showed you\nI'll take y'all, rank y'all, break you, born to be a soldier\n\nWhoa, murder murder kill kill, it's real\nShell shock turn your neighborhood block into the battlefield\nNigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\nI'm camouflaged I never die, I live longer than them white guys\nThe K2, I done gone catch two\nAin't no turnin' back, nigga won't be burnin' Mac\nI got the .30 Gat, nigga get trife up\nBut I'm a lifer, a camouflaged sniper\nFrom the rooftop I might snipe ya\n\nCause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nN-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\nGotti I told you, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier\nForty calibers indulge ya, but keep my composure\nNationwide exposure for me and my breeders\nFour fevers bustin', leavin' my enemies bleedin'\nBeen a soldier many fourteens I be needin'\nA No Limit Soldier 'til the day I'ma leave\n\nI been a No Limit Soldier since 1994\nThem niggas know one thing that Skull broke in the door\nThey watch me and Waco as I throw the flow\nWhat you sayin' huh you nigga? You bitch yeah you ho\nYou know one thing you can't be fuckin' 'round with these niggas\nNiggas out the Tank straight spittin' at you niggas\nHow you fuckin', you think you gonna get away?\nSlim and Chi bitches like you gettin' the pipe\n\nCause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nN-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\nNigga make some room, nigga back up back up\nGo get that thing out the trunk and act up act up\nGot my Tank dog steppin' camouflaged G\nI represent like a loaded weapon, prepare for war MP\nWhen I get that thing everybody look down, look around look around\nGot the M1 spittin' fire burnin' sets in the ground\nGot the C4 explosives in the black backpack\nBig daddy puttin' it down like that\n\nWe come strapped and we roll thick\n\nWe rep what's up that TRU click\nAll you haters yeah we know who you are\nMake infrared shine on your head like the North Star\n\nBomb shit bars bitch Mama set it off\nLet it be known cause you don't wanna go to war\nThe hard hitter skilled spitter biggest mama nigga\nSwallow your shit like a fuckin' anaconda nigga\nSo bring it bring it on, how you gon' do it what?\nCause next to us you need high to fuckin' touch\nMaintain hood, now take it to the battlefield\nChoppers gon' roar while we kick our enemies' doors\nPipe that galore, they don't want no more\n\nMama drama told you No Limit this your goal\n\nCause we an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nWe an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nWe an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nI tried to told you, pass the dough, game on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I'm A Soldier\n artist: Silkk The Shocker, Mac, C-Murder, Fiend, Mia X, Master P, Big Ed, Lil' Gotti, Skull Duggery, Mystikal\n album: Charge It 2 Da Game\n duration_ms: 309000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You can tell I'm a soldier\n It's time to go to war\n Silkk the Shocker\n Soldier\n Soldier G\n Proud to be a soldier\n Y'all don't do it\n I thought I told you\n I thought I told you\n\n All I want to be was a soldier\n And if you ain't a soldier then what's your purpose\n Cause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T\n\n Yeah, I'm Silkk the Shocker and yeah that's me\n Tank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told you\n Tatted on my back is that I'm a No Limit Soldier\n About fake boys, true salute to my tank dogs\n Y'all scared to bust niggas duck cause we ain't soft\n So don't tempt me cause you know empty and then I reload\n Empty reload, empty reload, empty reload, my barrel explode\n Nigga I'm TRU, that means I'm true to the game\n Mention me to my enemies, they fakin' the pain\n Now you can do what you wanna, but y'all don't wanna start\n\n Fuck these No Limit Soldiers cause y'all don't wanna go to war\n\n No Limit mercenary killer nigga with army fatigues\n Tattoos and gats, niggas gone off Hennessy and weed\n Colonel, nigga call me the ghetto E.F. Hutton\n Holla up, and every fuckin' soldier still stuntin'\n We them niggas drivin', niggas that ridin'\n Drinkin' and rhymin' every side, niggas that body ridin'\n Niggas that be runnin' motherfuckers and still gettin' ridin'\n I cut for G's, niggas mark players fuck with me\n Jerins come with me, real soldiers keep your eyes on your enemies\n\n I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\n My problem remember me bein' the one that tote a shotty\n Blastin' them mossy to them niggas that wanna rob me\n Givin' you hobbies, gettin' slugs out your own body\n For my piece or trigger heel, I'm doin' niggas like Lolly\n Don't fear no man, long as I'm snuffin' in these Rogans\n What's your plan? To swing a zombie knife to the gut\n No hands, damn, ready for war and keep the weed lighted\n If ain't indicted still blastin' fiends and exotic private\n\n I'm a No Limit Soldier nigga, it's in my blood\n I started rappin' so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\n We 'bout it, motherfuckers representin' them killers\n TRU tatted on my back cause I make moves with Thug niggas\n You don't wanna go to war cause I'ma bring the brigade\n Act a colonel, we rowdy niggas tryin' to get paid\n Affiliated with gang, tote them things that bang\n On them corners we hang and we slangin' them thangs\n\n Cause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\n A hell of a, hell of a nigga right here, nigga take that and sit it\n I'm a cold blooded killer, combat\n Agent and highly decorated lieutenant\n I'm on the front line, yo all the way\n To the rear, still gettin' injured\n\n Nigga don't you know by now that Tank can't be minted\n And when we reach hundred million cash, we ain't finished\n Bitch shoot you still in the head if you\n Can't take it cause we gon' represent it\n If I said it I meant it, fuck told you I showed you\n I'll take y'all, rank y'all, break you, born to be a soldier\n\n Whoa, murder murder kill kill, it's real\n Shell shock turn your neighborhood block into the battlefield\n Nigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\n I'm camouflaged I never die, I live longer than them white guys\n The K2, I done gone catch two\n Ain't no turnin' back, nigga won't be burnin' Mac\n I got the .30 Gat, nigga get trife up\n But I'm a lifer, a camouflaged sniper\n From the rooftop I might snipe ya\n\n Cause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\n Gotti I told you, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier\n Forty calibers indulge ya, but keep my composure\n Nationwide exposure for me and my breeders\n Four fevers bustin', leavin' my enemies bleedin'\n Been a soldier many fourteens I be needin'\n A No Limit Soldier 'til the day I'ma leave\n\n I been a No Limit Soldier since 1994\n Them niggas know one thing that Skull broke in the door\n They watch me and Waco as I throw the flow\n What you sayin' huh you nigga? You bitch yeah you ho\n You know one thing you can't be fuckin' 'round with these niggas\n Niggas out the Tank straight spittin' at you niggas\n How you fuckin', you think you gonna get away?\n Slim and Chi bitches like you gettin' the pipe\n\n Cause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\n Nigga make some room, nigga back up back up\n Go get that thing out the trunk and act up act up\n Got my Tank dog steppin' camouflaged G\n I represent like a loaded weapon, prepare for war MP\n When I get that thing everybody look down, look around look around\n Got the M1 spittin' fire burnin' sets in the ground\n Got the C4 explosives in the black backpack\n Big daddy puttin' it down like that\n\n We come strapped and we roll thick\n\n We rep what's up that TRU click\n All you haters yeah we know who you are\n Make infrared shine on your head like the North Star\n\n Bomb shit bars bitch Mama set it off\n Let it be known cause you don't wanna go to war\n The hard hitter skilled spitter biggest mama nigga\n Swallow your shit like a fuckin' anaconda nigga\n So bring it bring it on, how you gon' do it what?\n Cause next to us you need high to fuckin' touch\n Maintain hood, now take it to the battlefield\n Choppers gon' roar while we kick our enemies' doors\n Pipe that galore, they don't want no more\n\n Mama drama told you No Limit this your goal\n\n Cause we an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n We an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n We an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n I tried to told you, pass the dough, game on\n"},{"id":39103112,"name":"I'm A Soldier","trackName":"I'm A Soldier","artistName":"Master P Silkk Shocker,C Fiend-Mystikal Murder,Skull Drugery Mac,Mia X Big Ed& Lil' Gotti Gambino","albumName":"Charge It 2 Da Game","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You can tell I'm a soldier\nIt's time to go to war\nSilkk the Shocker\nSoldier\nSoldier G\nProud to be a soldier\nY'all don't do it\nI thought I told you\nI thought I told you\n\nAll I want to be was a soldier\nAnd if you ain't a soldier then what's your purpose\nCause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T\n\nYeah, I'm Silkk the Shocker and yeah that's me\nTank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told you\nTatted on my back is that I'm a No Limit Soldier\nAbout fake boys, true salute to my tank dogs\nY'all scared to bust niggas duck cause we ain't soft\nSo don't tempt me cause you know empty and then I reload\nEmpty reload, empty reload, empty reload, my barrel explode\nNigga I'm TRU, that means I'm true to the game\nMention me to my enemies, they fakin' the pain\nNow you can do what you wanna, but y'all don't wanna start\n\nFuck these No Limit Soldiers cause y'all don't wanna go to war\n\nNo Limit mercenary killer nigga with army fatigues\nTattoos and gats, niggas gone off Hennessy and weed\nColonel, nigga call me the ghetto E.F. Hutton\nHolla up, and every fuckin' soldier still stuntin'\nWe them niggas drivin', niggas that ridin'\nDrinkin' and rhymin' every side, niggas that body ridin'\nNiggas that be runnin' motherfuckers and still gettin' ridin'\nI cut for G's, niggas mark players fuck with me\nJerins come with me, real soldiers keep your eyes on your enemies\n\nI'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nN-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\nMy problem remember me bein' the one that tote a shotty\nBlastin' them mossy to them niggas that wanna rob me\nGivin' you hobbies, gettin' slugs out your own body\nFor my piece or trigger heel, I'm doin' niggas like Lolly\nDon't fear no man, long as I'm snuffin' in these Rogans\nWhat's your plan? To swing a zombie knife to the gut\nNo hands, damn, ready for war and keep the weed lighted\nIf ain't indicted still blastin' fiends and exotic private\n\nI'm a No Limit Soldier nigga, it's in my blood\nI started rappin' so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\nWe 'bout it, motherfuckers representin' them killers\nTRU tatted on my back cause I make moves with Thug niggas\nYou don't wanna go to war cause I'ma bring the brigade\nAct a colonel, we rowdy niggas tryin' to get paid\nAffiliated with gang, tote them things that bang\nOn them corners we hang and we slangin' them thangs\n\nCause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nN-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\nA hell of a, hell of a nigga right here, nigga take that and sit it\nI'm a cold blooded killer, combat\nAgent and highly decorated lieutenant\nI'm on the front line, yo all the way\nTo the rear, still gettin' injured\n\nNigga don't you know by now that Tank can't be minted\nAnd when we reach hundred million cash, we ain't finished\nBitch shoot you still in the head if you\nCan't take it cause we gon' represent it\nIf I said it I meant it, fuck told you I showed you\nI'll take y'all, rank y'all, break you, born to be a soldier\n\nWhoa, murder murder kill kill, it's real\nShell shock turn your neighborhood block into the battlefield\nNigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\nI'm camouflaged I never die, I live longer than them white guys\nThe K2, I done gone catch two\nAin't no turnin' back, nigga won't be burnin' Mac\nI got the .30 Gat, nigga get trife up\nBut I'm a lifer, a camouflaged sniper\nFrom the rooftop I might snipe ya\n\nCause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nN-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\nGotti I told you, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier\nForty calibers indulge ya, but keep my composure\nNationwide exposure for me and my breeders\nFour fevers bustin', leavin' my enemies bleedin'\nBeen a soldier many fourteens I be needin'\nA No Limit Soldier 'til the day I'ma leave\n\nI been a No Limit Soldier since 1994\nThem niggas know one thing that Skull broke in the door\nThey watch me and Waco as I throw the flow\nWhat you sayin' huh you nigga? You bitch yeah you ho\nYou know one thing you can't be fuckin' 'round with these niggas\nNiggas out the Tank straight spittin' at you niggas\nHow you fuckin', you think you gonna get away?\nSlim and Chi bitches like you gettin' the pipe\n\nCause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nN-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\nNigga make some room, nigga back up back up\nGo get that thing out the trunk and act up act up\nGot my Tank dog steppin' camouflaged G\nI represent like a loaded weapon, prepare for war MP\nWhen I get that thing everybody look down, look around look around\nGot the M1 spittin' fire burnin' sets in the ground\nGot the C4 explosives in the black backpack\nBig daddy puttin' it down like that\n\nWe come strapped and we roll thick\n\nWe rep what's up that TRU click\nAll you haters yeah we know who you are\nMake infrared shine on your head like the North Star\n\nBomb shit bars bitch Mama set it off\nLet it be known cause you don't wanna go to war\nThe hard hitter skilled spitter biggest mama nigga\nSwallow your shit like a fuckin' anaconda nigga\nSo bring it bring it on, how you gon' do it what?\nCause next to us you need high to fuckin' touch\nMaintain hood, now take it to the battlefield\nChoppers gon' roar while we kick our enemies' doors\nPipe that galore, they don't want no more\n\nMama drama told you No Limit this your goal\n\nCause we an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nWe an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nWe an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\nI tried to told you, pass the dough, game on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I'm A Soldier\n artist: Master P Silkk Shocker,C Fiend-Mystikal Murder,Skull Drugery Mac,Mia X Big Ed& Lil' Gotti Gambino\n album: Charge It 2 Da Game\n duration_ms: 309000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You can tell I'm a soldier\n It's time to go to war\n Silkk the Shocker\n Soldier\n Soldier G\n Proud to be a soldier\n Y'all don't do it\n I thought I told you\n I thought I told you\n\n All I want to be was a soldier\n And if you ain't a soldier then what's your purpose\n Cause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T\n\n Yeah, I'm Silkk the Shocker and yeah that's me\n Tank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told you\n Tatted on my back is that I'm a No Limit Soldier\n About fake boys, true salute to my tank dogs\n Y'all scared to bust niggas duck cause we ain't soft\n So don't tempt me cause you know empty and then I reload\n Empty reload, empty reload, empty reload, my barrel explode\n Nigga I'm TRU, that means I'm true to the game\n Mention me to my enemies, they fakin' the pain\n Now you can do what you wanna, but y'all don't wanna start\n\n Fuck these No Limit Soldiers cause y'all don't wanna go to war\n\n No Limit mercenary killer nigga with army fatigues\n Tattoos and gats, niggas gone off Hennessy and weed\n Colonel, nigga call me the ghetto E.F. Hutton\n Holla up, and every fuckin' soldier still stuntin'\n We them niggas drivin', niggas that ridin'\n Drinkin' and rhymin' every side, niggas that body ridin'\n Niggas that be runnin' motherfuckers and still gettin' ridin'\n I cut for G's, niggas mark players fuck with me\n Jerins come with me, real soldiers keep your eyes on your enemies\n\n I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\n My problem remember me bein' the one that tote a shotty\n Blastin' them mossy to them niggas that wanna rob me\n Givin' you hobbies, gettin' slugs out your own body\n For my piece or trigger heel, I'm doin' niggas like Lolly\n Don't fear no man, long as I'm snuffin' in these Rogans\n What's your plan? To swing a zombie knife to the gut\n No hands, damn, ready for war and keep the weed lighted\n If ain't indicted still blastin' fiends and exotic private\n\n I'm a No Limit Soldier nigga, it's in my blood\n I started rappin' so I wouldn't have to sell drugs\n We 'bout it, motherfuckers representin' them killers\n TRU tatted on my back cause I make moves with Thug niggas\n You don't wanna go to war cause I'ma bring the brigade\n Act a colonel, we rowdy niggas tryin' to get paid\n Affiliated with gang, tote them things that bang\n On them corners we hang and we slangin' them thangs\n\n Cause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\n A hell of a, hell of a nigga right here, nigga take that and sit it\n I'm a cold blooded killer, combat\n Agent and highly decorated lieutenant\n I'm on the front line, yo all the way\n To the rear, still gettin' injured\n\n Nigga don't you know by now that Tank can't be minted\n And when we reach hundred million cash, we ain't finished\n Bitch shoot you still in the head if you\n Can't take it cause we gon' represent it\n If I said it I meant it, fuck told you I showed you\n I'll take y'all, rank y'all, break you, born to be a soldier\n\n Whoa, murder murder kill kill, it's real\n Shell shock turn your neighborhood block into the battlefield\n Nigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie\n I'm camouflaged I never die, I live longer than them white guys\n The K2, I done gone catch two\n Ain't no turnin' back, nigga won't be burnin' Mac\n I got the .30 Gat, nigga get trife up\n But I'm a lifer, a camouflaged sniper\n From the rooftop I might snipe ya\n\n Cause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\n Gotti I told you, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier\n Forty calibers indulge ya, but keep my composure\n Nationwide exposure for me and my breeders\n Four fevers bustin', leavin' my enemies bleedin'\n Been a soldier many fourteens I be needin'\n A No Limit Soldier 'til the day I'ma leave\n\n I been a No Limit Soldier since 1994\n Them niggas know one thing that Skull broke in the door\n They watch me and Waco as I throw the flow\n What you sayin' huh you nigga? You bitch yeah you ho\n You know one thing you can't be fuckin' 'round with these niggas\n Niggas out the Tank straight spittin' at you niggas\n How you fuckin', you think you gonna get away?\n Slim and Chi bitches like you gettin' the pipe\n\n Cause I'm an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n\n Nigga make some room, nigga back up back up\n Go get that thing out the trunk and act up act up\n Got my Tank dog steppin' camouflaged G\n I represent like a loaded weapon, prepare for war MP\n When I get that thing everybody look down, look around look around\n Got the M1 spittin' fire burnin' sets in the ground\n Got the C4 explosives in the black backpack\n Big daddy puttin' it down like that\n\n We come strapped and we roll thick\n\n We rep what's up that TRU click\n All you haters yeah we know who you are\n Make infrared shine on your head like the North Star\n\n Bomb shit bars bitch Mama set it off\n Let it be known cause you don't wanna go to war\n The hard hitter skilled spitter biggest mama nigga\n Swallow your shit like a fuckin' anaconda nigga\n So bring it bring it on, how you gon' do it what?\n Cause next to us you need high to fuckin' touch\n Maintain hood, now take it to the battlefield\n Choppers gon' roar while we kick our enemies' doors\n Pipe that galore, they don't want no more\n\n Mama drama told you No Limit this your goal\n\n Cause we an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n We an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n We an N-O, nigga L-I-M-I-T soldier\n I tried to told you, pass the dough, game on\n"}]