[{"id":21032498,"name":"Monopoly","trackName":"Monopoly","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Omnipotent Criminal Autho","duration":201.822041,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're given life to live in\nAnd we're never gonna live it again\nGotta lead it like a dog on a leash, yeah,\nBut my dragon kinda's wearing thin\nRolling dice with God as our witness\nDown avenues, utilities and towns\nIt's survival of the richest\nMoving our sinful pieces 'round and 'round\n\nIt's you and me on the Monopoly board\nYou land on the block where I got three hotels\nBut it's not like you want me to win\n\nIt was your face that placed the blame on you\nAnd your kiss that turned to brown\nYour face that placed the blame on you\nAnd your face that turned me down\nBut when the night is over and you need a friend\nShame on you, You're your own Monopoly\n\nDeath is always annoying,\nBut then nothing here is meant to last\nWe're spending too much time on life's preparations\nHaven't we lived and died before in the past?\nI know we have\n\nNow it's you and me on the Monopoly board\nYou land on the block where I got three hotels\nNow you cheated before 'cause you know you're gonna win\nand you do it again\n\nIt was your face that placed the blame on you\nAnd your kiss that turned to brown\nYour face that placed the blame on you\nAnd your face that turned me down,\nBut when the night is over and you need a friend\nShame on you, you're your own Monopoly\n\n'Cause when the night is over and you need a friend\nShame on you, you're your own Monopoly\nYes, you know you are\nYour own monopoly\nYes, you know you are\nOh Monopoly\nMonopoly.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Monopoly\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Omnipotent Criminal Autho\n  duration_ms: 201822\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We're given life to live in\n  And we're never gonna live it again\n  Gotta lead it like a dog on a leash, yeah,\n  But my dragon kinda's wearing thin\n  Rolling dice with God as our witness\n  Down avenues, utilities and towns\n  It's survival of the richest\n  Moving our sinful pieces 'round and 'round\n\n  It's you and me on the Monopoly board\n  You land on the block where I got three hotels\n  But it's not like you want me to win\n\n  It was your face that placed the blame on you\n  And your kiss that turned to brown\n  Your face that placed the blame on you\n  And your face that turned me down\n  But when the night is over and you need a friend\n  Shame on you, You're your own Monopoly\n\n  Death is always annoying,\n  But then nothing here is meant to last\n  We're spending too much time on life's preparations\n  Haven't we lived and died before in the past?\n  I know we have\n\n  Now it's you and me on the Monopoly board\n  You land on the block where I got three hotels\n  Now you cheated before 'cause you know you're gonna win\n  and you do it again\n\n  It was your face that placed the blame on you\n  And your kiss that turned to brown\n  Your face that placed the blame on you\n  And your face that turned me down,\n  But when the night is over and you need a friend\n  Shame on you, you're your own Monopoly\n\n  'Cause when the night is over and you need a friend\n  Shame on you, you're your own Monopoly\n  Yes, you know you are\n  Your own monopoly\n  Yes, you know you are\n  Oh Monopoly\n  Monopoly.\n"},{"id":13909411,"name":"Monopoly","trackName":"Monopoly","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Underground King","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nTo everybody in the struggle\nIf somebody ever told you that you couldn't do somethin'\nAnd you still made it happen\nCongratulations\nSoul clap for all the independent women\nSoul clap for all my homies straight thuggin'\nClap for the real MCs buzzin'\nWe the leaders of the new school\n[Verse 1]\nMomma's in tha kitchen cookin' that rice\nFather's outside shootin' them dice\nBrother's in jail, raisin' hell\nSister's on the corner sellin' fruit cocktail\nFamily alcoholics still sippin' his booze\nThat's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues\nTo all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels\nEntrepreneurs, all you millionare dudes\nBefore you catch another case, limit your moves\nJohnny Cochran got a brain tumor, I deliver the news\nWhat if mother nature aborted the sky\nWhen would we shoot our fireworks on the fourth of July?\nWe can't afford to live, so abortions rise\nCan't afford the truth, so we told to lie\nCan't afford a funeral, 'cause the costs is high\nGod damn, we can't even afford to die!\n[Chorus]\nBut if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lord\nI'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford\nI'll own the jails, the banks, and all the property\nHere's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly\n[Verse 2]\n'Cause when the rappers start grindin'\nIt's a shame, a out-of-towner gotta sign them\nBut when his album drop and he go diamond\nEverybody beside him\nEvery real artist need a real label to sign them\nJust like every good man need a good woman behind them\nIt ain't about havin' the baddest chick on the streets\nI respect the dude Nas 'cause he married Kelis, but still\nIf you ain't ready, just wanna be my fiancé\nThan we could do it like Jay Z and Beyonce\nPardon my language, if you a real bitch\nThan we could do it like Jada and Will Smith\nCoincidence, where we come in to spin it at\nWe in tha same place that we first got rich at\nThey only gonna give us what they know they will get back\nSo when you get money, don't you ever forget that\n[Chorus]\nBut if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lord\nI'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford\nI'll own the jails, the banks, and all the property\nHere's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly\n[Verse 3]\nHe got a DVD flow\nThey need to give me man, Smack, his own TV show\nThe voice of the jails, voice of the streets\nKay Slay's show should play seven days a week\nWe pull guns on each other, are we still peoples?\nIf you strapped and I'm not strapped, we still equal?\nThe say don't carry guns, 'cause guns real lethal\nBut guns don't kill people, people kill people\nMy cousin gotta do time, he say it ain't nuthin'\nTold me, I could do the time standin' on my head, cousin\nYo Paps, stay focused, you out hear bustin'\nBy the time I come home, you gonna be somethin'\nI wish I could do half his time for him\nWe go in there thuggin', he do a year, I do a year\nThey run and concur it, but still\nIt's all about havin' money and property, true\nThey'd rather see us doin' drugs and robberies, true\nWe gotta flip that into the economy, you\nSo my philosophy's the way of the world\nLet's play Monopoly!\n[Outro]\nYou gotta monopolize and strategize\nSo we can get this money\nGet filthy rich\nThugacation\nStreet Sweapers\nC'mon man\nEast coast, pop a bottle wit y'all\nWest coast, pop a bottle wit y'all\nDown south, pop a bottle wit y'all\nCount your blessings, you ain't promised tomorrow","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Monopoly\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Underground King\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro]\n  To everybody in the struggle\n  If somebody ever told you that you couldn't do somethin'\n  And you still made it happen\n  Congratulations\n  Soul clap for all the independent women\n  Soul clap for all my homies straight thuggin'\n  Clap for the real MCs buzzin'\n  We the leaders of the new school\n  [Verse 1]\n  Momma's in tha kitchen cookin' that rice\n  Father's outside shootin' them dice\n  Brother's in jail, raisin' hell\n  Sister's on the corner sellin' fruit cocktail\n  Family alcoholics still sippin' his booze\n  That's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues\n  To all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels\n  Entrepreneurs, all you millionare dudes\n  Before you catch another case, limit your moves\n  Johnny Cochran got a brain tumor, I deliver the news\n  What if mother nature aborted the sky\n  When would we shoot our fireworks on the fourth of July?\n  We can't afford to live, so abortions rise\n  Can't afford the truth, so we told to lie\n  Can't afford a funeral, 'cause the costs is high\n  God damn, we can't even afford to die!\n  [Chorus]\n  But if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lord\n  I'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford\n  I'll own the jails, the banks, and all the property\n  Here's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly\n  [Verse 2]\n  'Cause when the rappers start grindin'\n  It's a shame, a out-of-towner gotta sign them\n  But when his album drop and he go diamond\n  Everybody beside him\n  Every real artist need a real label to sign them\n  Just like every good man need a good woman behind them\n  It ain't about havin' the baddest chick on the streets\n  I respect the dude Nas 'cause he married Kelis, but still\n  If you ain't ready, just wanna be my fiancé\n  Than we could do it like Jay Z and Beyonce\n  Pardon my language, if you a real bitch\n  Than we could do it like Jada and Will Smith\n  Coincidence, where we come in to spin it at\n  We in tha same place that we first got rich at\n  They only gonna give us what they know they will get back\n  So when you get money, don't you ever forget that\n  [Chorus]\n  But if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lord\n  I'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford\n  I'll own the jails, the banks, and all the property\n  Here's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly\n  [Verse 3]\n  He got a DVD flow\n  They need to give me man, Smack, his own TV show\n  The voice of the jails, voice of the streets\n  Kay Slay's show should play seven days a week\n  We pull guns on each other, are we still peoples?\n  If you strapped and I'm not strapped, we still equal?\n  The say don't carry guns, 'cause guns real lethal\n  But guns don't kill people, people kill people\n  My cousin gotta do time, he say it ain't nuthin'\n  Told me, I could do the time standin' on my head, cousin\n  Yo Paps, stay focused, you out hear bustin'\n  By the time I come home, you gonna be somethin'\n  I wish I could do half his time for him\n  We go in there thuggin', he do a year, I do a year\n  They run and concur it, but still\n  It's all about havin' money and property, true\n  They'd rather see us doin' drugs and robberies, true\n  We gotta flip that into the economy, you\n  So my philosophy's the way of the world\n  Let's play Monopoly!\n  [Outro]\n  You gotta monopolize and strategize\n  So we can get this money\n  Get filthy rich\n  Thugacation\n  Street Sweapers\n  C'mon man\n  East coast, pop a bottle wit y'all\n  West coast, pop a bottle wit y'all\n  Down south, pop a bottle wit y'all\n  Count your blessings, you ain't promised tomorrow\n"},{"id":27975516,"name":"Monopoly","trackName":"Monopoly","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"Streetsweepers: Unfinished Bus","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nTo everybody in the struggle\nIf somebody ever told you that you couldn't do somethin'\nAnd you still made it happen\nCongratulations\nSoul clap for all the independent women\nSoul clap for all my homies straight thuggin'\nClap for the real MCs buzzin'\nWe the leaders of the new school\n[Verse 1]\nMomma's in tha kitchen cookin' that rice\nFather's outside shootin' them dice\nBrother's in jail, raisin' hell\nSister's on the corner sellin' fruit cocktail\nFamily alcoholics still sippin' his booze\nThat's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues\nTo all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels\nEntrepreneurs, all you millionare dudes\nBefore you catch another case, limit your moves\nJohnny Cochran got a brain tumor, I deliver the news\nWhat if mother nature aborted the sky\nWhen would we shoot our fireworks on the fourth of July?\nWe can't afford to live, so abortions rise\nCan't afford the truth, so we told to lie\nCan't afford a funeral, 'cause the costs is high\nGod damn, we can't even afford to die!\n[Chorus]\nBut if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lord\nI'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford\nI'll own the jails, the banks, and all the property\nHere's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly\n[Verse 2]\n'Cause when the rappers start grindin'\nIt's a shame, a out-of-towner gotta sign them\nBut when his album drop and he go diamond\nEverybody beside him\nEvery real artist need a real label to sign them\nJust like every good man need a good woman behind them\nIt ain't about havin' the baddest chick on the streets\nI respect the dude Nas 'cause he married Kelis, but still\nIf you ain't ready, just wanna be my fiancé\nThan we could do it like Jay Z and Beyonce\nPardon my language, if you a real bitch\nThan we could do it like Jada and Will Smith\nCoincidence, where we come in to spin it at\nWe in tha same place that we first got rich at\nThey only gonna give us what they know they will get back\nSo when you get money, don't you ever forget that\n[Chorus]\nBut if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lord\nI'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford\nI'll own the jails, the banks, and all the property\nHere's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly\n[Verse 3]\nHe got a DVD flow\nThey need to give me man, Smack, his own TV show\nThe voice of the jails, voice of the streets\nKay Slay's show should play seven days a week\nWe pull guns on each other, are we still peoples?\nIf you strapped and I'm not strapped, we still equal?\nThe say don't carry guns, 'cause guns real lethal\nBut guns don't kill people, people kill people\nMy cousin gotta do time, he say it ain't nuthin'\nTold me, I could do the time standin' on my head, cousin\nYo Paps, stay focused, you out hear bustin'\nBy the time I come home, you gonna be somethin'\nI wish I could do half his time for him\nWe go in there thuggin', he do a year, I do a year\nThey run and concur it, but still\nIt's all about havin' money and property, true\nThey'd rather see us doin' drugs and robberies, true\nWe gotta flip that into the economy, you\nSo my philosophy's the way of the world\nLet's play Monopoly!\n[Outro]\nYou gotta monopolize and strategize\nSo we can get this money\nGet filthy rich\nThugacation\nStreet Sweapers\nC'mon man\nEast coast, pop a bottle wit y'all\nWest coast, pop a bottle wit y'all\nDown south, pop a bottle wit y'all\nCount your blessings, you ain't promised tomorrow","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Monopoly\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: 'Streetsweepers: Unfinished Bus'\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro]\n  To everybody in the struggle\n  If somebody ever told you that you couldn't do somethin'\n  And you still made it happen\n  Congratulations\n  Soul clap for all the independent women\n  Soul clap for all my homies straight thuggin'\n  Clap for the real MCs buzzin'\n  We the leaders of the new school\n  [Verse 1]\n  Momma's in tha kitchen cookin' that rice\n  Father's outside shootin' them dice\n  Brother's in jail, raisin' hell\n  Sister's on the corner sellin' fruit cocktail\n  Family alcoholics still sippin' his booze\n  That's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues\n  To all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels\n  Entrepreneurs, all you millionare dudes\n  Before you catch another case, limit your moves\n  Johnny Cochran got a brain tumor, I deliver the news\n  What if mother nature aborted the sky\n  When would we shoot our fireworks on the fourth of July?\n  We can't afford to live, so abortions rise\n  Can't afford the truth, so we told to lie\n  Can't afford a funeral, 'cause the costs is high\n  God damn, we can't even afford to die!\n  [Chorus]\n  But if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lord\n  I'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford\n  I'll own the jails, the banks, and all the property\n  Here's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly\n  [Verse 2]\n  'Cause when the rappers start grindin'\n  It's a shame, a out-of-towner gotta sign them\n  But when his album drop and he go diamond\n  Everybody beside him\n  Every real artist need a real label to sign them\n  Just like every good man need a good woman behind them\n  It ain't about havin' the baddest chick on the streets\n  I respect the dude Nas 'cause he married Kelis, but still\n  If you ain't ready, just wanna be my fiancé\n  Than we could do it like Jay Z and Beyonce\n  Pardon my language, if you a real bitch\n  Than we could do it like Jada and Will Smith\n  Coincidence, where we come in to spin it at\n  We in tha same place that we first got rich at\n  They only gonna give us what they know they will get back\n  So when you get money, don't you ever forget that\n  [Chorus]\n  But if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lord\n  I'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford\n  I'll own the jails, the banks, and all the property\n  Here's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly\n  [Verse 3]\n  He got a DVD flow\n  They need to give me man, Smack, his own TV show\n  The voice of the jails, voice of the streets\n  Kay Slay's show should play seven days a week\n  We pull guns on each other, are we still peoples?\n  If you strapped and I'm not strapped, we still equal?\n  The say don't carry guns, 'cause guns real lethal\n  But guns don't kill people, people kill people\n  My cousin gotta do time, he say it ain't nuthin'\n  Told me, I could do the time standin' on my head, cousin\n  Yo Paps, stay focused, you out hear bustin'\n  By the time I come home, you gonna be somethin'\n  I wish I could do half his time for him\n  We go in there thuggin', he do a year, I do a year\n  They run and concur it, but still\n  It's all about havin' money and property, true\n  They'd rather see us doin' drugs and robberies, true\n  We gotta flip that into the economy, you\n  So my philosophy's the way of the world\n  Let's play Monopoly!\n  [Outro]\n  You gotta monopolize and strategize\n  So we can get this money\n  Get filthy rich\n  Thugacation\n  Street Sweapers\n  C'mon man\n  East coast, pop a bottle wit y'all\n  West coast, pop a bottle wit y'all\n  Down south, pop a bottle wit y'all\n  Count your blessings, you ain't promised tomorrow\n"},{"id":10380036,"name":"Monopoly Chop","trackName":"Monopoly Chop","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"Mixtape Murder","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro)\n\nTo everybody in the struggle\nIf somebody ever told you, you couldn't do something\nand you still made it happen\nCongratulations\nSo clap for the independent women\nSo clap for my homies straight thuggin\nClap for the real MC's buzzin\nWe the leaders of the new school\nUh...\n\n(Verse 1)\n\nMama's in the kitchen cookin' that rice\nFather's outside shootin' em dice\nBrother's in jail raising hell\nSister's on the corner sellin' fruit cocktails\nFamily alcoholic's still sippin' his booze\nThat's why i'm rappin' over rhythm and blues\nTo all you rich black folks with your glissining jewels\nEntrepeneurs all you millionaire dudes\nBefore you catch another case limit your moves\nJohnny Cochran got a brain tumor i deliver the news\nWhat if mother nature aborted the sky\nWhen we shoot our fireworks on the fourth of July\nWe can't afford the life so abortion rised\nCan't afford the truth so we told a lie\nCan't afford a funeral cause the cost is high\nGOD DAMN we can't even afford to die\n\n(Chorus)\n\nBut if you buying a house i'll be your landlord\nI'll finance you a car that's if you can afford\nI own the jails, the banks and all the property's\nHere's a million come on big shot\nLets play Monopoly\n\n(Verse 2)\n\nCause when the rappers start grindin'\nIt's a shame my outta towna gotta sign em\nBut when his album drop and he go diamond\nEverybody was beside em\nEvery real artist need a real label to sign em\n\nJus like every good man need a good woman behind them\nIt ain't about havin' the baddest chick on the streets\nI respect the dude Nas cause he married Calise\nBut still if you ain't ready just wanna be my Beyonce\nThen we can do it like Jay-Z & Beyonce\nPardon my language if you a real bitch\nThen we can do it like Jada & Will Smith\nCoincedence where we comin' to spend it at\nwe in the same place that we first got rich at\nThey only gon' give us what they know they can get back\nSo when you get money don't you ever forget that\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3)\n\nHe got a DVD flow\nThey need to get my man smackers on TV show\nthe voice of the jail, voice of the streets\nKay Slay's social plays seven days a week\nWe pull guns on eachother always still people's\nIf you strapped then i'm not strapped we still equal\nThey say don't carry guns cause guns real lethal\nBut guns don't kill people, people kill people\nMy cousin got into time he said it ain't nothing\nTold me i can do the time standing on my head cousin\nYo Paps stay focused you out here bustin'\nTime i come home you gon' be somethin'\nWish i can do half of this time for him\nWe goin' in thuggin' He do it here i do it here\nThey running through cover but still\nIt's all about having money and properties (True)\nThey rather see us doing drugs then robberies (True)\nWe gotta flip that into the economy (You)\nSo my philosophy is the way of the world\nLets play monopoly\n\nGotta Monopolize & Strategize\nSo we can get this money\nGet filthy rich\nThugication, Streetsweepers\nC'mon man\nEast Coast pop a bottle with y'all\nWest Coast pop a bottle with y'all\nDown South pop a bottle with y'all\nCount your blessings you ain't promised them all","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.44] (Intro)\n[00:01.22] To everybody in the struggle\n[00:02.77] If somebody ever told you, you couldn't do something\n[00:05.91] and you still made it happen\n[00:07.85] Congratulations\n[00:10.28] So clap for the independent women\n[00:13.03] So clap for my homies straight thuggin\n[00:15.59] Clap for the real MC's buzzin\n[00:17.85] We the leaders of the new school\n[00:20.06] Uh...\n[00:21.11] (Verse 1)\n[00:21.78] Mama's in the kitchen cookin' that rice\n[00:23.17] Father's outside shootin' em dice\n[00:25.49] Brother's in jail raising hell\n[00:27.81] Sister's on the corner sellin' fruit cocktails\n[00:30.30] Family alcoholic's still sippin' his booze\n[00:32.93] That's why i'm rappin' over rhythm and blues\n[00:35.50] To all you rich black folks with your glissining jewels\n[00:37.86] Entrepeneurs all you millionaire dudes\n[00:40.52] Before you catch another case limit your moves\n[00:43.03] Johnny Cochran got a brain tumor i deliver the news\n[00:45.65] What if mother nature aborted the sky\n[00:48.20] When we shoot our fireworks on the fourth of July\n[00:50.61] We can't afford the life so abortion rised\n[00:53.24] Can't afford the truth so we told a lie\n[00:55.80] Can't afford a funeral cause the cost is high\n[00:58.54] GOD DAMN we can't even afford to die\n[01:01.72] (Chorus)\n[01:02.17] But if you buying a house i'll be your landlord\n[01:04.01] I'll finance you a car that's if you can afford\n[01:06.43] I own the jails, the banks and all the property's\n[01:08.82] Here's a million come on big shot\n[01:11.33] Lets play Monopoly\n[01:12.32] (Verse 2)\n[01:12.74] Cause when the rappers start grindin'\n[01:14.08] It's a shame my outta towna gotta sign em\n[01:16.40] But when his album drop and he go diamond\n[01:19.08] Everybody was beside em\n[01:20.78] Every real artist need a real label to sign em\n[01:23.35] Jus like every good man need a good woman behind them\n[01:26.44] It ain't about havin' the baddest chick on the streets\n[01:29.19] I respect the dude Nas cause he married Calise\n[01:31.44] But still if you ain't ready just wanna be my Beyonce\n[01:34.11] Then we can do it like Jay-Z & Beyonce\n[01:37.49] Pardon my language if you a real bitch\n[01:39.75] Then we can do it like Jada & Will Smith\n[01:41.82] Coincedence where we comin' to spend it at\n[01:44.42] we in the same place that we first got rich at\n[01:46.94] They only gon' give us what they know they can get back\n[01:49.58] So when you get money don't you ever forget that\n[01:51.84] (Chorus)\n[02:04.58] (Verse 3)\n[02:04.74] He got a DVD flow\n[02:05.44] They need to get my man smackers on TV show\n[02:07.19] the voice of the jail, voice of the streets\n[02:09.79] Kay Slay's social plays seven days a week\n[02:12.25] We pull guns on eachother always still people's\n[02:14.74] If you strapped then i'm not strapped we still equal\n[02:17.21] They say don't carry guns cause guns real lethal\n[02:20.13] But guns don't kill people, people kill people\n[02:22.47] My cousin got into time he said it ain't nothing\n[02:24.86] Told me i can do the time standing on my head cousin\n[02:27.36] Yo Paps stay focused you out here bustin'\n[02:29.90] Time i come home you gon' be somethin'\n[02:32.16] Wish i can do half of this time for him\n[02:34.30] We goin' in thuggin' He do it here i do it here\n[02:36.70] They running through cover but still\n[02:38.56] It's all about having money and properties (True)\n[02:40.58] They rather see us doing drugs then robberies (True)\n[02:42.97] We gotta flip that into the economy (You)\n[02:45.22] So my philosophy is the way of the world\n[02:47.72] Lets play monopoly\n[02:49.07] Gotta Monopolize & Strategize\n[02:52.46] So we can get this money\n[02:55.04] Get filthy rich\n[02:57.96] Thugication, Streetsweepers\n[03:00.31] C'mon man\n[03:03.66] East Coast pop a bottle with y'all\n[03:05.48] West Coast pop a bottle with y'all\n[03:08.06] Down South pop a bottle with y'all\n[03:10.75] Count your blessings you ain't promised them all\n[03:13.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Monopoly Chop\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: Mixtape Murder\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Intro)\n  start_ms: 440\n  end_ms: 1220\n- text: To 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cocktails\n  start_ms: 27810\n  end_ms: 30300\n- text: Family alcoholic's still sippin' his booze\n  start_ms: 30300\n  end_ms: 32930\n- text: That's why i'm rappin' over rhythm and blues\n  start_ms: 32930\n  end_ms: 35500\n- text: To all you rich black folks with your glissining jewels\n  start_ms: 35500\n  end_ms: 37860\n- text: Entrepeneurs all you millionaire dudes\n  start_ms: 37860\n  end_ms: 40520\n- text: Before you catch another case limit your moves\n  start_ms: 40520\n  end_ms: 43030\n- text: Johnny Cochran got a brain tumor i deliver the news\n  start_ms: 43030\n  end_ms: 45650\n- text: What if mother nature aborted the sky\n  start_ms: 45650\n  end_ms: 48200\n- text: When we shoot our fireworks on the fourth of July\n  start_ms: 48200\n  end_ms: 50610\n- text: We can't afford the life so abortion rised\n  start_ms: 50610\n  end_ms: 53240\n- text: Can't afford the truth so we told a lie\n  start_ms: 53240\n  end_ms: 55800\n- text: Can't afford a funeral cause the cost is 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Clap for the real MC's buzzin\n  We the leaders of the new school\n  Uh...\n\n  (Verse 1)\n\n  Mama's in the kitchen cookin' that rice\n  Father's outside shootin' em dice\n  Brother's in jail raising hell\n  Sister's on the corner sellin' fruit cocktails\n  Family alcoholic's still sippin' his booze\n  That's why i'm rappin' over rhythm and blues\n  To all you rich black folks with your glissining jewels\n  Entrepeneurs all you millionaire dudes\n  Before you catch another case limit your moves\n  Johnny Cochran got a brain tumor i deliver the news\n  What if mother nature aborted the sky\n  When we shoot our fireworks on the fourth of July\n  We can't afford the life so abortion rised\n  Can't afford the truth so we told a lie\n  Can't afford a funeral cause the cost is high\n  GOD DAMN we can't even afford to die\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  But if you buying a house i'll be your landlord\n  I'll finance you a car that's if you can afford\n  I own the jails, the banks and all the property's\n  Here's a million come on big shot\n  Lets play Monopoly\n\n  (Verse 2)\n\n  Cause when the rappers start grindin'\n  It's a shame my outta towna gotta sign em\n  But when his album drop and he go diamond\n  Everybody was beside em\n  Every real artist need a real label to sign em\n\n  Jus like every good man need a good woman behind them\n  It ain't about havin' the baddest chick on the streets\n  I respect the dude Nas cause he married Calise\n  But still if you ain't ready just wanna be my Beyonce\n  Then we can do it like Jay-Z & Beyonce\n  Pardon my language if you a real bitch\n  Then we can do it like Jada & Will Smith\n  Coincedence where we comin' to spend it at\n  we in the same place that we first got rich at\n  They only gon' give us what they know they can get back\n  So when you get money don't you ever forget that\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Verse 3)\n\n  He got a DVD flow\n  They need to get my man smackers on TV show\n  the voice of the jail, voice of the streets\n  Kay Slay's social plays seven days a week\n  We pull guns on eachother always still people's\n  If you strapped then i'm not strapped we still equal\n  They say don't carry guns cause guns real lethal\n  But guns don't kill people, people kill people\n  My cousin got into time he said it ain't nothing\n  Told me i can do the time standing on my head cousin\n  Yo Paps stay focused you out here bustin'\n  Time i come home you gon' be somethin'\n  Wish i can do half of this time for him\n  We goin' in thuggin' He do it here i do it here\n  They running through cover but still\n  It's all about having money and properties (True)\n  They rather see us doing drugs then robberies (True)\n  We gotta flip that into the economy (You)\n  So my philosophy is the way of the world\n  Lets play monopoly\n\n  Gotta Monopolize & Strategize\n  So we can get this money\n  Get filthy rich\n  Thugication, Streetsweepers\n  C'mon man\n  East Coast pop a bottle with y'all\n  West Coast pop a bottle with y'all\n  Down South pop a bottle with y'all\n  Count your blessings you ain't promised them all\n"},{"id":33412238,"name":"Monopoly Chop (Produced By DJ Kay Slay)","trackName":"Monopoly Chop (Produced By DJ Kay Slay)","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"Mixtape Murder (Runnin' The City)","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"To everybody in the struggle\nIf somebody ever told you you couldn't do somethin\nAnd you still made it happen\nCongratulations\nSo clap for all the independent women\nSo clap for my homies straight thuggin\nClap for the real MC's buzzin\nWe the leaders of the new school\nMama's in the kitchen cookin that rice\nFather's outside shootin them dice\nBrother's in jail raisin hell\nSister's on the corner sellin fruit cocktail\nFamily alcoholic still sippin his booze\nThat's why I'm rappin over rhythm and blues\nTo all you rich black folks with your glistenin jewels\nEntrepreneurs, all you millionaire dudes\nBefore you catch another case, limit your moves\nJohnny Cochran got a brain tumor, I deliver the news\nWhat if Mother Nature aborted the sky?\nRemember we shoot our fireworks on the 4th of July\nWe can't afford to live, so abortions rise\nCan't afford the truth, so we're taught to lie\nCan't afford a funeral, cuz the cost is high\nGod damn, we can't even afford to die\nBut if you buyin a house, I'll be your landlord\nI'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford\nI own the jails, the banks, and all the property\nHere's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly\nCuz when a rapper start grindin\nIt's a shame, an out of towner gotta sign him\nBut when his album drop and he go diamond\nEverybody beside him\nEvery real artist need a real label to sign him\nJust like every good man need a good woman behind him\nIt ain't about havin the baddest chick on the street\nI respect the dude Nas, cuz he married Kelis\nBut still, if you ain't ready, just wanna be my fiancee\nThen we can do it like Jay-Z and Beyonce\nPardon my language, if you a real bitch\nThen we can do it like Jada and Will Smith\nCoincidence, where we comin to spin it at?\nWe in the same place that we first got rich at\nThey only gon' give us what they know they can get back\nSo when you get money, don't you ever forget that\nBut if you buyin a house, I'll be your landlord\nI'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford\nI own the jails, the banks, and all the property\nHere's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly\nHe got a DVD flow\nThey need to give my man Smack his own TV show\nThe voice of the jails, voice of the streets\nKay Slay show should play seven days a week\nWe pull guns on each other, are we still peoples?\nIf you strapped and I'm not strapped, we still equal?\nThey say don't carry guns, cuz guns real lethal\nBut guns don't kill people, people kill people\nMy cousin gotta do time, he say it ain't nothin\nTold me I could do the time standin on my head, cousin\nYo Pap, stay focused, you out here buzzin\nTime I 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happen\n  Congratulations\n  So clap for all the independent women\n  So clap for my homies straight thuggin\n  Clap for the real MC's buzzin\n  We the leaders of the new school\n  Mama's in the kitchen cookin that rice\n  Father's outside shootin them dice\n  Brother's in jail raisin hell\n  Sister's on the corner sellin fruit cocktail\n  Family alcoholic still sippin his booze\n  That's why I'm rappin over rhythm and blues\n  To all you rich black folks with your glistenin jewels\n  Entrepreneurs, all you millionaire dudes\n  Before you catch another case, limit your moves\n  Johnny Cochran got a brain tumor, I deliver the news\n  What if Mother Nature aborted the sky?\n  Remember we shoot our fireworks on the 4th of July\n  We can't afford to live, so abortions rise\n  Can't afford the truth, so we're taught to lie\n  Can't afford a funeral, cuz the cost is high\n  God damn, we can't even afford to die\n  But if you buyin a house, I'll be your landlord\n  I'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford\n  I own the jails, the banks, and all the property\n  Here's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly\n  Cuz when a rapper start grindin\n  It's a shame, an out of towner gotta sign him\n  But when his album drop and he go diamond\n  Everybody beside him\n  Every real artist need a real label to sign him\n  Just like every good man need a good woman behind him\n  It ain't about havin the baddest chick on the street\n  I respect the dude Nas, cuz he married Kelis\n  But still, if you ain't ready, just wanna be my fiancee\n  Then we can do it like Jay-Z and Beyonce\n  Pardon my language, if you a real bitch\n  Then we can do it like Jada and Will Smith\n  Coincidence, where we comin to spin it at?\n  We in the same place that we first got rich at\n  They only gon' give us what they know they can get back\n  So when you get money, don't you ever forget that\n  But if you buyin a house, I'll be your landlord\n  I'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford\n  I own the jails, the banks, and all the property\n  Here's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly\n  He got a DVD flow\n  They need to give my man Smack his own TV show\n  The voice of the jails, voice of the streets\n  Kay Slay show should play seven days a week\n  We pull guns on each other, are we still peoples?\n  If you strapped and I'm not strapped, we still equal?\n  They say don't carry guns, cuz guns real lethal\n  But guns don't kill people, people kill people\n  My cousin gotta do time, he say it ain't nothin\n  Told me I could do the time standin on my head, cousin\n  Yo Pap, stay focused, you out here buzzin\n  Time I come home, you gon' be somethin\n  Wish I could do half his time for him\n  We go in there thuggin\n  He do a year, I do a year\n  They runnin concurrent, but still\n  It's all about havin money and property (True)\n  They'd rather see us doin drugs and robbery (True)\n  We gotta flip that into the economy (You)\n  So my philosophy's the way of the world\n  Let's play Monopoly\n  We gotta monopolize\n  And strategize\n  So we can get this money\n  Get filthy rich\n  Thugacation\n  Street Sweepers\n  C'mon man\n  East Coast, pop a bottle wit y'all\n  West Coast, pop a bottle wit y'all\n  Down South, pop a bottle wit y'all\n  Count your blessings, you ain't promised tomorrow\n"}]