[{"id":15436592,"name":"Motion Picture","trackName":"Motion Picture","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro)\nYo Pap, yo son,\nWutchu doin out here this late son\nHey nah I came to the 24h store and all that\nOut here fuckin and playin dice with these niggas man\nAye you know my style\nMan, I'm just makin it rain and it calls your lady, I'm bout to take it in man\nYea, me too man\nYea, it's like 4 in the morning man\nTake it in dog\nIt's 4 o'clock, yea we'll get some rest\n\n(Verse)\nAyo I left the corner 4 in the morning\nHenny'd up, hit the crib, tumbled down the stairs\nPick me up\nOverheard my own people planning to hit me up\nAnd they ain't even know I was listening, silly fucks\nThat Oby stuntin, yo sun town kidneys up\nAnd clappin him on the top of his head, that's to be dub\nI dug in my pockets so I could load the millie up\nAnd all I felt was philly blunts, I'm pissy drunk\nBody me, how can it be? We blood brothers\nWe hit behind the same cars with slugs hallin\nWe talk about the future and rise to the bar coder\nBut now you got envisions of making this dog suffer\nThinking – what could've made him flip?\nIs he a blood and he think I'm crip?\nIs he in love and I hit his chick\nNo time to think, creep like a night burglar\n'Cause for my life ballin sight, murder vice versa\nI bust through the door ready to let my iron boom\nI'mma turn this living room to the dying room\nTurn the bathroom to the blastroom\nBedroom to the deadroom\nPlain left em red, dead do em\n\n(Interlude)\nAyo Pap, remember that kid trap beat went back in '94?\nWhat about him?\nYea, well that coward nigga home now\nAnd he talkin reckless nigga\nWord?\nMeet me on time so I can kick it with you\nNo doubt\nYou know how it's gonna go down\n\n(Verse)\nWord in the ghetto this kid I had drama with before\nIn same tone just came home, he want a war\nThat black on black crom it's one truthly\nBut if my brother try to do me I have to FE5 in the spooky\nWho tryin to shoot me? Gotta be loony tryna go against my block with the tooly\nThat's like a ox to a uzzi\nThought that will one of them live so we hopped in the hoopty\nHit his crib, caught him in the bathroom watchin a movie\nI asked a few questions, he tried to fool me\nSo I electrocuted him, I kicked the TV inside the Jacuzzi\nSome naked cutie ran in the room screaming don't shoot me\nMy bullets hit her dead and a cooty came out her booty\nI grab this chick named Ruby, put er to a Dooby\nAnd made er tell me where the rest of the crew be\nSoon as we hit the other spot\nYo park the car in the other block\nKeep it runnin cuz if they see us comin I'm sellin hap\nShut the fuck up, I'm runnin the shots\nIn fact Blacka take the Max back and clack past that\nThe other block hopped out of the car, gets cocked, ready to rock\nPull right up on the side and bust an offduty cop\nI told him let's make a deal, split it partially\nYou don't disrespect my robbery I won't disconnect yo arteries\nHe poofed and didn't bother me, sorta hire me\nMy niggas bought a call on me screwing er with authority\nBum rushed out way in the dorm, rage of a war\nWaving a 4, yall know what this is, stay on the floor\nI pick one of them up and put his face to the wall\nTold him I want the guns, drugs, jewels papers and all but he stall\nHe tried to lie and say some chick had it\nSoon as he said these words, boom, I gave him a miscarriage\nPut the money in the big baggin\nI saw 2 of the dreads on the floor chit chattin and slick actin\nI told em I picture you flitch faggie\nWith strong grabbed the big ratchet from flip jacket and shit shattered\nWe walked out of the building, hold the cases of loo\nWhen we made it off the stu niggas was blazin off the roof\nMy man tumbled down the bedroom steps\nGrabbed him by his shoulder, turned him over, looked in the face of death\nHe was shaken stretched trembling, sighing the shit\nI take the money out his pocket, no sense of dying with this\nCock the hammer on my iron and spit on everybody cryin, I'm hit\nMy whole life relied on my clique\nRan out of bullets, niggas pullin up behind me in whips\nBat me down, looked around, all my carmies was hit\nTo all the thugs still breathing, take a deep breath\nHe who live the street life shall die a street death","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Motion Picture\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro)\n  Yo Pap, yo son,\n  Wutchu doin out here this late son\n  Hey nah I came to the 24h store and all that\n  Out here fuckin and playin dice with these niggas man\n  Aye you know my style\n  Man, I'm just makin it rain and it calls your lady, I'm bout to take it in man\n  Yea, me too man\n  Yea, it's like 4 in the morning man\n  Take it in dog\n  It's 4 o'clock, yea we'll get some rest\n\n  (Verse)\n  Ayo I left the corner 4 in the morning\n  Henny'd up, hit the crib, tumbled down the stairs\n  Pick me up\n  Overheard my own people planning to hit me up\n  And they ain't even know I was listening, silly fucks\n  That Oby stuntin, yo sun town kidneys up\n  And clappin him on the top of his head, that's to be dub\n  I dug in my pockets so I could load the millie up\n  And all I felt was philly blunts, I'm pissy drunk\n  Body me, how can it be? We blood brothers\n  We hit behind the same cars with slugs hallin\n  We talk about the future and rise to the bar coder\n  But now you got envisions of making this dog suffer\n  Thinking – what could've made him flip?\n  Is he a blood and he think I'm crip?\n  Is he in love and I hit his chick\n  No time to think, creep like a night burglar\n  'Cause for my life ballin sight, murder vice versa\n  I bust through the door ready to let my iron boom\n  I'mma turn this living room to the dying room\n  Turn the bathroom to the blastroom\n  Bedroom to the deadroom\n  Plain left em red, dead do em\n\n  (Interlude)\n  Ayo Pap, remember that kid trap beat went back in '94?\n  What about him?\n  Yea, well that coward nigga home now\n  And he talkin reckless nigga\n  Word?\n  Meet me on time so I can kick it with you\n  No doubt\n  You know how it's gonna go down\n\n  (Verse)\n  Word in the ghetto this kid I had drama with before\n  In same tone just came home, he want a war\n  That black on black crom it's one truthly\n  But if my brother try to do me I have to FE5 in the spooky\n  Who tryin to shoot me? Gotta be loony tryna go against my block with the tooly\n  That's like a ox to a uzzi\n  Thought that will one of them live so we hopped in the hoopty\n  Hit his crib, caught him in the bathroom watchin a movie\n  I asked a few questions, he tried to fool me\n  So I electrocuted him, I kicked the TV inside the Jacuzzi\n  Some naked cutie ran in the room screaming don't shoot me\n  My bullets hit her dead and a cooty came out her booty\n  I grab this chick named Ruby, put er to a Dooby\n  And made er tell me where the rest of the crew be\n  Soon as we hit the other spot\n  Yo park the car in the other block\n  Keep it runnin cuz if they see us comin I'm sellin hap\n  Shut the fuck up, I'm runnin the shots\n  In fact Blacka take the Max back and clack past that\n  The other block hopped out of the car, gets cocked, ready to rock\n  Pull right up on the side and bust an offduty cop\n  I told him let's make a deal, split it partially\n  You don't disrespect my robbery I won't disconnect yo arteries\n  He poofed and didn't bother me, sorta hire me\n  My niggas bought a call on me screwing er with authority\n  Bum rushed out way in the dorm, rage of a war\n  Waving a 4, yall know what this is, stay on the floor\n  I pick one of them up and put his face to the wall\n  Told him I want the guns, drugs, jewels papers and all but he stall\n  He tried to lie and say some chick had it\n  Soon as he said these words, boom, I gave him a miscarriage\n  Put the money in the big baggin\n  I saw 2 of the dreads on the floor chit chattin and slick actin\n  I told em I picture you flitch faggie\n  With strong grabbed the big ratchet from flip jacket and shit shattered\n  We walked out of the building, hold the cases of loo\n  When we made it off the stu niggas was blazin off the roof\n  My man tumbled down the bedroom steps\n  Grabbed him by his shoulder, turned him over, looked in the face of death\n  He was shaken stretched trembling, sighing the shit\n  I take the money out his pocket, no sense of dying with this\n  Cock the hammer on my iron and spit on everybody cryin, I'm hit\n  My whole life relied on my clique\n  Ran out of bullets, niggas pullin up behind me in whips\n  Bat me down, looked around, all my carmies was hit\n  To all the thugs still breathing, take a deep breath\n  He who live the street life shall die a street death\n"}]