[{"id":18289234,"name":"Westside","trackName":"Westside","artistName":"P$C","albumName":"25 To Life (83797/explicit version)","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Statik Selektah\nAyo, fuck these niggas, Lord\nAyo, I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n\nAyo, I'm nothing less than impeccable\nHanging out the car, [?] king, I let the Desert go\nMy VLONE, Ricky Kilos\nGucci my shooter like Rick Patino, neck lit up like Reno (grr)\nSeven days, ten bodies, that's a slow week\nI don't wanna talk 'less it's on keys\nOver scales I prayed, weighing a flake\nBought three phones this year, nigga, I'm straight\nCourtside, Timberlake's on, across from Drake\nStill a new nigga but I'm one of the greats\nI motivate niggas who's starter was [?], get off 'em, I did\nJackboys' eyes all on my wrist\nI'd rather catch a body than you\ntaking my shit (boom boom boom boom boom)\nFactual, live from the murder capital, king of an actual\nDon't give a fuck, nigga, my time, they vaginal\nThis for my day one niggas eating mackerel\nThis for my niggas getting mail everyday\nMy niggas still dropping bodies, still heavy with yay\nMy main niggas been down, been fucked up since\nSo I'ma get up on this Statik and talk all of my shit\n\nI'm out to get it, it's a stick up\nAll these motherfuckers been patiently waiting\nI'm out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch\nI'm out to get it,\nyou feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps\nIf I embody bars on the street\nNigga, Westside\n\nAyo, Flygod classic, black army plastic\nYou tried to rob me, turned to ashes\nBlack Waverunners, got the straps on the suede jumpers\nPina colada i8, the yay pumper\nAudemar, Lord, fuck the time, my wrist a nigga house\nWhy [?] had to kill 'em, I had to figure out\nI guess jealousy prevails\nThat's why I keep my third eye open on the scale\nWhy the nigga chain so big? Your neck frail\nUsed to lay up on the couch, reading wifey mail\nI can tell, the hate getting stronger and stronger\nYou used to fuck with me, now my bread getting longer\nTryna compare me to the niggas I birthed\nThey only sell the vinyls, nigga, check out my worth\n[?], I'd rather jump off a bridge first\nCarry a man? I'd rather carry my kids first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Westside\n  artist: P$C\n  album: 25 To Life (83797/explicit version)\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Statik Selektah\n  Ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord\n  Ayo, I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n\n  Ayo, I'm nothing less than impeccable\n  Hanging out the car, [?] king, I let the Desert go\n  My VLONE, Ricky Kilos\n  Gucci my shooter like Rick Patino, neck lit up like Reno (grr)\n  Seven days, ten bodies, that's a slow week\n  I don't wanna talk 'less it's on keys\n  Over scales I prayed, weighing a flake\n  Bought three phones this year, nigga, I'm straight\n  Courtside, Timberlake's on, across from Drake\n  Still a new nigga but I'm one of the greats\n  I motivate niggas who's starter was [?], get off 'em, I did\n  Jackboys' eyes all on my wrist\n  I'd rather catch a body than you\n  taking my shit (boom boom boom boom boom)\n  Factual, live from the murder capital, king of an actual\n  Don't give a fuck, nigga, my time, they vaginal\n  This for my day one niggas eating mackerel\n  This for my niggas getting mail everyday\n  My niggas still dropping bodies, still heavy with yay\n  My main niggas been down, been fucked up since\n  So I'ma get up on this Statik and talk all of my shit\n\n  I'm out to get it, it's a stick up\n  All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting\n  I'm out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch\n  I'm out to get it,\n  you feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps\n  If I embody bars on the street\n  Nigga, Westside\n\n  Ayo, Flygod classic, black army plastic\n  You tried to rob me, turned to ashes\n  Black Waverunners, got the straps on the suede jumpers\n  Pina colada i8, the yay pumper\n  Audemar, Lord, fuck the time, my wrist a nigga house\n  Why [?] had to kill 'em, I had to figure out\n  I guess jealousy prevails\n  That's why I keep my third eye open on the scale\n  Why the nigga chain so big? Your neck frail\n  Used to lay up on the couch, reading wifey mail\n  I can tell, the hate getting stronger and stronger\n  You used to fuck with me, now my bread getting longer\n  Tryna compare me to the niggas I birthed\n  They only sell the vinyls, nigga, check out my worth\n  [?], I'd rather jump off a bridge first\n  Carry a man? I'd rather carry my kids first\n"},{"id":13963219,"name":"Westside","trackName":"Westside","artistName":"P$C","albumName":"25 to Life","duration":284.5837639,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Statik Selektah\nAyo, fuck these niggas, Lord\nAyo, I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n\nAyo, I'm nothing less than impeccable\nHanging out the car, [?] king, I let the Desert go\nMy VLONE, Ricky Kilos\nGucci my shooter like Rick Patino, neck lit up like Reno (grr)\nSeven days, ten bodies, that's a slow week\nI don't wanna talk 'less it's on keys\nOver scales I prayed, weighing a flake\nBought three phones this year, nigga, I'm straight\nCourtside, Timberlake's on, across from Drake\nStill a new nigga but I'm one of the greats\nI motivate niggas who's starter was [?], get off 'em, I did\nJackboys' eyes all on my wrist\nI'd rather catch a body than you\ntaking my shit (boom boom boom boom boom)\nFactual, live from the murder capital, king of an actual\nDon't give a fuck, nigga, my time, they vaginal\nThis for my day one niggas eating mackerel\nThis for my niggas getting mail everyday\nMy niggas still dropping bodies, still heavy with yay\nMy main niggas been down, been fucked up since\nSo I'ma get up on this Statik and talk all of my shit\n\nI'm out to get it, it's a stick up\nAll these motherfuckers been patiently waiting\nI'm out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch\nI'm out to get it,\nyou feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps\nIf I embody bars on the street\nNigga, Westside\n\nAyo, Flygod classic, black army plastic\nYou tried to rob me, turned to ashes\nBlack Waverunners, got the straps on the suede jumpers\nPina colada i8, the yay pumper\nAudemar, Lord, fuck the time, my wrist a nigga house\nWhy [?] had to kill 'em, I had to figure out\nI guess jealousy prevails\nThat's why I keep my third eye open on the scale\nWhy the nigga chain so big? Your neck frail\nUsed to lay up on the couch, reading wifey mail\nI can tell, the hate getting stronger and stronger\nYou used to fuck with me, now my bread getting longer\nTryna compare me to the niggas I birthed\nThey only sell the vinyls, nigga, check out my worth\n[?], I'd rather jump off a bridge first\nCarry a man? I'd rather carry my kids first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Westside\n  artist: P$C\n  album: 25 to Life\n  duration_ms: 284584\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Statik Selektah\n  Ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord\n  Ayo, I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n\n  Ayo, I'm nothing less than impeccable\n  Hanging out the car, [?] king, I let the Desert go\n  My VLONE, Ricky Kilos\n  Gucci my shooter like Rick Patino, neck lit up like Reno (grr)\n  Seven days, ten bodies, that's a slow week\n  I don't wanna talk 'less it's on keys\n  Over scales I prayed, weighing a flake\n  Bought three phones this year, nigga, I'm straight\n  Courtside, Timberlake's on, across from Drake\n  Still a new nigga but I'm one of the greats\n  I motivate niggas who's starter was [?], get off 'em, I did\n  Jackboys' eyes all on my wrist\n  I'd rather catch a body than you\n  taking my shit (boom boom boom boom boom)\n  Factual, live from the murder capital, king of an actual\n  Don't give a fuck, nigga, my time, they vaginal\n  This for my day one niggas eating mackerel\n  This for my niggas getting mail everyday\n  My niggas still dropping bodies, still heavy with yay\n  My main niggas been down, been fucked up since\n  So I'ma get up on this Statik and talk all of my shit\n\n  I'm out to get it, it's a stick up\n  All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting\n  I'm out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch\n  I'm out to get it,\n  you feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps\n  If I embody bars on the street\n  Nigga, Westside\n\n  Ayo, Flygod classic, black army plastic\n  You tried to rob me, turned to ashes\n  Black Waverunners, got the straps on the suede jumpers\n  Pina colada i8, the yay pumper\n  Audemar, Lord, fuck the time, my wrist a nigga house\n  Why [?] had to kill 'em, I had to figure out\n  I guess jealousy prevails\n  That's why I keep my third eye open on the scale\n  Why the nigga chain so big? Your neck frail\n  Used to lay up on the couch, reading wifey mail\n  I can tell, the hate getting stronger and stronger\n  You used to fuck with me, now my bread getting longer\n  Tryna compare me to the niggas I birthed\n  They only sell the vinyls, nigga, check out my worth\n  [?], I'd rather jump off a bridge first\n  Carry a man? I'd rather carry my kids first\n"},{"id":37861441,"name":"Westside","trackName":"Westside","artistName":"P$C","albumName":"808 Bangers","duration":285.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Statik Selektah\nAyo, fuck these niggas, Lord\nAyo, I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n\nAyo, I'm nothing less than impeccable\nHanging out the car, [?] king, I let the Desert go\nMy VLONE, Ricky Kilos\nGucci my shooter like Rick Patino, neck lit up like Reno (grr)\nSeven days, ten bodies, that's a slow week\nI don't wanna talk 'less it's on keys\nOver scales I prayed, weighing a flake\nBought three phones this year, nigga, I'm straight\nCourtside, Timberlake's on, across from Drake\nStill a new nigga but I'm one of the greats\nI motivate niggas who's starter was [?], get off 'em, I did\nJackboys' eyes all on my wrist\nI'd rather catch a body than you\ntaking my shit (boom boom boom boom boom)\nFactual, live from the murder capital, king of an actual\nDon't give a fuck, nigga, my time, they vaginal\nThis for my day one niggas eating mackerel\nThis for my niggas getting mail everyday\nMy niggas still dropping bodies, still heavy with yay\nMy main niggas been down, been fucked up since\nSo I'ma get up on this Statik and talk all of my shit\n\nI'm out to get it, it's a stick up\nAll these motherfuckers been patiently waiting\nI'm out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch\nI'm out to get it,\nyou feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps\nIf I embody bars on the street\nNigga, Westside\n\nAyo, Flygod classic, black army plastic\nYou tried to rob me, turned to ashes\nBlack Waverunners, got the straps on the suede jumpers\nPina colada i8, the yay pumper\nAudemar, Lord, fuck the time, my wrist a nigga house\nWhy [?] had to kill 'em, I had to figure out\nI guess jealousy prevails\nThat's why I keep my third eye open on the scale\nWhy the nigga chain so big? Your neck frail\nUsed to lay up on the couch, reading wifey mail\nI can tell, the hate getting stronger and stronger\nYou used to fuck with me, now my bread getting longer\nTryna compare me to the niggas I birthed\nThey only sell the vinyls, nigga, check out my worth\n[?], I'd rather jump off a bridge first\nCarry a man? I'd rather carry my kids first","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Westside\n  artist: P$C\n  album: 808 Bangers\n  duration_ms: 285000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Statik Selektah\n  Ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord\n  Ayo, I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n\n  Ayo, I'm nothing less than impeccable\n  Hanging out the car, [?] king, I let the Desert go\n  My VLONE, Ricky Kilos\n  Gucci my shooter like Rick Patino, neck lit up like Reno (grr)\n  Seven days, ten bodies, that's a slow week\n  I don't wanna talk 'less it's on keys\n  Over scales I prayed, weighing a flake\n  Bought three phones this year, nigga, I'm straight\n  Courtside, Timberlake's on, across from Drake\n  Still a new nigga but I'm one of the greats\n  I motivate niggas who's starter was [?], get off 'em, I did\n  Jackboys' eyes all on my wrist\n  I'd rather catch a body than you\n  taking my shit (boom boom boom boom boom)\n  Factual, live from the murder capital, king of an actual\n  Don't give a fuck, nigga, my time, they vaginal\n  This for my day one niggas eating mackerel\n  This for my niggas getting mail everyday\n  My niggas still dropping bodies, still heavy with yay\n  My main niggas been down, been fucked up since\n  So I'ma get up on this Statik and talk all of my shit\n\n  I'm out to get it, it's a stick up\n  All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting\n  I'm out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch\n  I'm out to get it,\n  you feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps\n  If I embody bars on the street\n  Nigga, Westside\n\n  Ayo, Flygod classic, black army plastic\n  You tried to rob me, turned to ashes\n  Black Waverunners, got the straps on the suede jumpers\n  Pina colada i8, the yay pumper\n  Audemar, Lord, fuck the time, my wrist a nigga house\n  Why [?] had to kill 'em, I had to figure out\n  I guess jealousy prevails\n  That's why I keep my third eye open on the scale\n  Why the nigga chain so big? Your neck frail\n  Used to lay up on the couch, reading wifey mail\n  I can tell, the hate getting stronger and stronger\n  You used to fuck with me, now my bread getting longer\n  Tryna compare me to the niggas I birthed\n  They only sell the vinyls, nigga, check out my worth\n  [?], I'd rather jump off a bridge first\n  Carry a man? I'd rather carry my kids first\n"}]