[{"id":13028473,"name":"Nacirema Dream","trackName":"Nacirema Dream","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro)\nTo everybody in the struggle\nWe gonna rise\nFame and fortune\nAnd live the Nacirema Dream\nLet's go!\n\n(Hook)\nThe Nacirema Dream, enjoy the life's finer things\nI want my lady to live like a queen\nShe want her man to live like a king\nIt's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\nNacirema Dream, big cars and diamond rings\nI want my mother to live like a queen\nShe want her son to live like a king\nIt's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\nNacirema Dream\n\n(Verse)\nGod reveal my treasure\nI always knew I would build my cheddar\nPop criss like Webber, everybody who felt my pain\nI want yall to feel my pleasure\nWhen people said I wouldn't get a deal,\nI never listened cuz who they told was I'll I'm better\nBut I still had to hustle so crills I measured\nAlways had a way out cuz skills I endeavored\nHe jumpin over me to be the king, not clever\nYou knew this cuz life is a game of chess, not checkers\nOn a property, finally found the treasure in yall strivin\nStay away from the jeopardy, probably ecstasy\nNo poverty whether your plan is treachery\nLottery is filled from ebony to ivory\nSo now my mama don't gotta worry, kids don't gotta worry\nI got more dead presidents than a cemetery\n\n(Hook)\nThe Nacirema Dream, enjoy the life's finer things\nI want my lady to live like a queen\nShe want her man to live like a king\nIt's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\nNacirema Dream, big cars and diamond rings\nI want my mother to live like a queen\nShe want her son to live like a king\nIt's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\nNacirema Dream\n\n(Verse)\nWatching that flat screen cable\nEating life crumbs, I'm over the kitchen table\nEvery day I'm getting calls from another label\nRemember when I used to boost more than jungle cables\nLiving in this Nacirema Dream, I'm able\nTo push the May-Back like an extra day of April\nI'm nice, I rock ice just like eyes\nAnyone Vanilla Ice, Ice T, just ice\nIce Cube, ice dudes, make the right moves\nI'm a leader, niggas follow me just like rules\nCuz I'm the best star livin, 10 pie flippin\nNext guy getting on the next dive mission\nPuff the best lie, given, NY pimpin\nWatch yo taillight vision, in the lengths I'm whippin\nNacirema Dream, it's American spelled backwards\nLiving the American Dream is what I practice\n\n(Hook)\nThe Nacirema Dream, enjoy the life's finer things\nI want my lady to live like a queen\nShe want her man to live like a king\nIt's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\nNacirema Dream, big cars and diamond rings\nI want my mother to live like a queen\nShe want her son to live like a king\nIt's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\nNacirema Dream\n\n(Verse)\nFish bones dry in the kitchen (Nacirema)\nBeans don't burn on the grill (Dream)\nTook a whole lot of to ride in\nJust to get me a record deal (Nacirema)\nMan I'm way up in the big league (Dream)\nGetting my turn that back (Nacirema)\nAs long as we rich\nYou and me baby\nAin't nothing wrong with that\nI remember when they used to call us the free lunch bunch\nNow we sign autographs when they see us work\nHop in the airplane, the weed up up\nIn the way all day while you re-up chop\nWhen we land in yo city, they feed us lunch\nWe touch down like 1, 2, 3 hut hut\nI'm reflection of this, I learned these tactics\nPut the word in a mirror, watch it reflect backwards\n\n(Hook)\nThe Nacirema Dream, enjoy the life's finer things\nI want my lady to live like a queen\nShe want her man to live like a king\nIt's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\nNacirema Dream, big cars and diamond rings\nI want my mother to live like a queen\nShe want her son to live like a king\nIt's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\nNacirema Dream\n\nNacirema Dream\nNacirema Dream\nNacirema Dream\nNacirema Dream","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.75] (Intro)\n[00:02.44] To everybody in the struggle\n[00:03.20] We gonna rise\n[00:04.29] Fame and fortune\n[00:06.82] And live the Nacirema Dream\n[00:08.78] Let's go!\n[00:10.05] (Hook)\n[00:11.02] The Nacirema Dream, enjoy the life's finer things\n[00:11.51] I want my lady to live like a queen\n[00:15.82] She want her man to live like a king\n[00:18.29] It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n[00:23.37] Nacirema Dream, big cars and diamond rings\n[00:26.15] I want my mother to live like a queen\n[00:27.24] She want her son to live like a king\n[00:28.91] It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n[00:31.05] Nacirema Dream\n[00:32.50] (Verse)\n[00:33.58] God reveal my treasure\n[00:34.36] I always knew I would build my cheddar\n[00:35.38] Pop criss like Webber, everybody who felt my pain\n[00:39.24] I want yall to feel my pleasure\n[00:42.08] When people said I wouldn't get a deal,\n[00:44.42] I never listened cuz who they told was I'll I'm better\n[00:46.65] But I still had to hustle so crills I measured\n[00:49.16] Always had a way out cuz skills I endeavored\n[00:51.51] He jumpin over me to be the king, not clever\n[00:54.25] You knew this cuz life is a game of chess, not checkers\n[00:57.05] On a property, finally found the treasure in yall strivin\n[01:00.03] Stay away from the jeopardy, probably ecstasy\n[01:02.78] No poverty whether your plan is treachery\n[01:04.45] Lottery is filled from ebony to ivory\n[01:05.59] So now my mama don't gotta worry, kids don't gotta worry\n[01:07.72] I got more dead presidents than a cemetery\n[01:09.34] (Hook)\n[01:10.58] The Nacirema Dream, enjoy the life's finer things\n[01:15.65] I want my lady to live like a queen\n[01:18.43] She want her man to live like a king\n[01:20.73] It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n[01:23.68] Nacirema Dream, big cars and diamond rings\n[01:25.95] I want my mother to live like a queen\n[01:27.85] She want her son to live like a king\n[01:29.87] It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n[01:33.92] Nacirema Dream\n[01:35.21] (Verse)\n[01:36.01] Watching that flat screen cable\n[01:36.64] Eating life crumbs, I'm over the kitchen table\n[01:37.56] Every day I'm getting calls from another label\n[01:40.92] Remember when I used to boost more than jungle cables\n[01:43.02] Living in this Nacirema Dream, I'm able\n[01:46.63] To push the May-Back like an extra day of April\n[01:48.91] I'm nice, I rock ice just like eyes\n[01:50.57] Anyone Vanilla Ice, Ice T, just ice\n[01:55.12] Ice Cube, ice dudes, make the right moves\n[01:57.63] I'm a leader, niggas follow me just like rules\n[01:59.13] Cuz I'm the best star livin, 10 pie flippin\n[02:02.78] Next guy getting on the next dive mission\n[02:04.15] Puff the best lie, given, NY pimpin\n[02:06.59] Watch yo taillight vision, in the lengths I'm whippin\n[02:09.64] Nacirema Dream, it's American spelled backwards\n[02:12.19] Living the American Dream is what I practice\n[02:16.18] (Hook)\n[02:17.28] The Nacirema Dream, enjoy the life's finer things\n[02:17.68] I want my lady to live like a queen\n[02:20.50] She want her man to live like a king\n[02:24.03] It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n[02:34.37] Nacirema Dream, big cars and diamond rings\n[02:35.36] I want my mother to live like a queen\n[02:36.26] She want her son to live like a king\n[02:37.12] It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n[02:38.14] Nacirema Dream\n[02:38.92] (Verse)\n[02:39.37] Fish bones dry in the kitchen (Nacirema)\n[02:40.71] Beans don't burn on the grill (Dream)\n[02:42.35] Took a whole lot of to ride in\n[02:43.98] Just to get me a record deal (Nacirema)\n[02:46.43] Man I'm way up in the big league (Dream)\n[02:48.79] Getting my turn that back (Nacirema)\n[02:52.65] As long as we rich\n[02:55.26] You and me baby\n[02:56.21] Ain't nothing wrong with that\n[02:57.48] I remember when they used to call us the free lunch bunch\n[02:58.87] Now we sign autographs when they see us work\n[03:01.49] Hop in the airplane, the weed up up\n[03:04.81] In the way all day while you re-up chop\n[03:08.50] When we land in yo city, they feed us lunch\n[03:11.52] We touch down like 1, 2, 3 hut hut\n[03:13.59] I'm reflection of this, I learned these tactics\n[03:15.56] Put the word in a mirror, watch it reflect backwards\n[03:17.52] (Hook)\n[03:21.43] The Nacirema Dream, enjoy the life's finer things\n[03:22.05] I want my lady to live like a queen\n[03:22.40] She want her man to live like a king\n[03:23.61] It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n[03:24.44] Nacirema Dream, big cars and diamond rings\n[03:35.40] I want my mother to live like a queen\n[03:35.44] She want her son to live like a king\n[03:35.82] It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n[03:35.87] Nacirema Dream\n[03:36.11] Nacirema Dream\n[03:36.13] Nacirema Dream\n[03:36.62] Nacirema Dream\n[03:37.23] Nacirema Dream\n[03:37.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nacirema Dream\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Nacirema Dream\n  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always knew I would build my cheddar\n  Pop criss like Webber, everybody who felt my pain\n  I want yall to feel my pleasure\n  When people said I wouldn't get a deal,\n  I never listened cuz who they told was I'll I'm better\n  But I still had to hustle so crills I measured\n  Always had a way out cuz skills I endeavored\n  He jumpin over me to be the king, not clever\n  You knew this cuz life is a game of chess, not checkers\n  On a property, finally found the treasure in yall strivin\n  Stay away from the jeopardy, probably ecstasy\n  No poverty whether your plan is treachery\n  Lottery is filled from ebony to ivory\n  So now my mama don't gotta worry, kids don't gotta worry\n  I got more dead presidents than a cemetery\n\n  (Hook)\n  The Nacirema Dream, enjoy the life's finer things\n  I want my lady to live like a queen\n  She want her man to live like a king\n  It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n  Nacirema Dream, big cars and diamond rings\n  I want my mother to live like a queen\n  She want her son to live like a king\n  It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n  Nacirema Dream\n\n  (Verse)\n  Watching that flat screen cable\n  Eating life crumbs, I'm over the kitchen table\n  Every day I'm getting calls from another label\n  Remember when I used to boost more than jungle cables\n  Living in this Nacirema Dream, I'm able\n  To push the May-Back like an extra day of April\n  I'm nice, I rock ice just like eyes\n  Anyone Vanilla Ice, Ice T, just ice\n  Ice Cube, ice dudes, make the right moves\n  I'm a leader, niggas follow me just like rules\n  Cuz I'm the best star livin, 10 pie flippin\n  Next guy getting on the next dive mission\n  Puff the best lie, given, NY pimpin\n  Watch yo taillight vision, in the lengths I'm whippin\n  Nacirema Dream, it's American spelled backwards\n  Living the American Dream is what I practice\n\n  (Hook)\n  The Nacirema Dream, enjoy the life's finer things\n  I want my lady to live like a queen\n  She want her man to live like a king\n  It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n  Nacirema Dream, big cars and diamond rings\n  I want my mother to live like a queen\n  She want her son to live like a king\n  It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n  Nacirema Dream\n\n  (Verse)\n  Fish bones dry in the kitchen (Nacirema)\n  Beans don't burn on the grill (Dream)\n  Took a whole lot of to ride in\n  Just to get me a record deal (Nacirema)\n  Man I'm way up in the big league (Dream)\n  Getting my turn that back (Nacirema)\n  As long as we rich\n  You and me baby\n  Ain't nothing wrong with that\n  I remember when they used to call us the free lunch bunch\n  Now we sign autographs when they see us work\n  Hop in the airplane, the weed up up\n  In the way all day while you re-up chop\n  When we land in yo city, they feed us lunch\n  We touch down like 1, 2, 3 hut hut\n  I'm reflection of this, I learned these tactics\n  Put the word in a mirror, watch it reflect backwards\n\n  (Hook)\n  The Nacirema Dream, enjoy the life's finer things\n  I want my lady to live like a queen\n  She want her man to live like a king\n  It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n  Nacirema Dream, big cars and diamond rings\n  I want my mother to live like a queen\n  She want her son to live like a king\n  It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling\n  Nacirema Dream\n\n  Nacirema Dream\n  Nacirema Dream\n  Nacirema Dream\n  Nacirema Dream\n"},{"id":38156437,"name":"Aim Shoot (feat Mobb Deep)","trackName":"Aim Shoot (feat Mobb Deep)","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"Nacirema Dream","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nStraight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\nThe apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\nAt the dice game, keep a mag on me\nWhy would I let another man ask bet me\nI'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\nA nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\nSo the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\nWhen you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\nI live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\nPapoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\nKing of New York, cop the caliber\nMy raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\nWhy everybody out of character?\nThey all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\nChampion, I'm not yo challenger\nStop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nI'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\nWhat made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\nMister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\nCall it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\nI'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\nHandle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\nCandy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\nYea world war gave you what you starved for\nAll my shooters buy products of the worst recession\nAim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\nGet that shit right there, it's irrelevant\nThe niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\nSo your next move better be your best move\nLike a chess move or get yo chest smooth\nCuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\nCuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nBack from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\nThe drought is done, it's rain season\nYou can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\nIt's gonna pour cats and dogs\nThunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\nWhen I black out make you miss me like\nNigga, where you been at? Word\nBout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\nThey look like punks and act like a woman\nYou need danger, a little ratchet\nYou need this lightning, I put a little pressure\nJust to balance things out, we're not the same\nSome niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\nSome is real or some is fake\nYou draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n(Hook)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aim Shoot (feat Mobb Deep)\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Straight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\n  The apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\n  At the dice game, keep a mag on me\n  Why would I let another man ask bet me\n  I'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\n  A nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\n  So the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\n  When you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\n  I live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\n  Papoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\n  King of New York, cop the caliber\n  My raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\n  Why everybody out of character?\n  They all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\n  Champion, I'm not yo challenger\n  Stop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  I'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\n  What made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\n  Mister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\n  Call it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\n  I'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\n  Handle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\n  Candy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\n  Yea world war gave you what you starved for\n  All my shooters buy products of the worst recession\n  Aim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\n  Get that shit right there, it's irrelevant\n  The niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\n  So your next move better be your best move\n  Like a chess move or get yo chest smooth\n  Cuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\n  Cuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Back from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\n  The drought is done, it's rain season\n  You can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\n  It's gonna pour cats and dogs\n  Thunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\n  When I black out make you miss me like\n  Nigga, where you been at? Word\n  Bout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\n  They look like punks and act like a woman\n  You need danger, a little ratchet\n  You need this lightning, I put a little pressure\n  Just to balance things out, we're not the same\n  Some niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\n  Some is real or some is fake\n  You draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n  (Hook)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n"},{"id":38157126,"name":"Pimpin Won't Die","trackName":"Pimpin Won't Die","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"Nacirema Dream","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook)\nPimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\nThe pimpin won't die\nWutchu doin on the street?\nYou ain't a pimp, she's a kid\nThe pimpin won't die\nTo all men and women\nYou talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\nThe pimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto\n\n(Bridge 1)\nI hope this song finds you in good health\nI got my thinking caps on\nWhatever happened to that baby from that 2 Pac song?\nWe gotta start where they left off, to move our zone\nIf you won't do the same, you rock wrong\n\n(Verse)\nShe was born in the bathroom, her mama left her in the trashcan\nWould be dead but she got found by the garbage man\nRemember her pops who molest er\nHer moms' name was Brenda\nBaby girl all alone, she grew up on her own\nWent from foster home to foster home\nShe keep her fingernails clean, low rider jeans\nBut her low rider jeans ain't low as her self-esteem\nThis happens every day, nobody deserve this\nShe grew up to feel worth less\nHer parents gambled with her life\nEvens in all, choose\nYou just witnessed the birth of a prostitute\n\n(Hook)\nPimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\nThe pimpin won't die\nWutchu doin on the street?\nYou ain't a pimp, she's a kid\nThe pimpin won't die\nTo all men and women\nYou talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\nThe pimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto\n\n(Verse)\nThey say it's 2 ways out of the ghetto\nEither you rappin or you playin ball\nI done heard people say it all\nThose male dominating ways for a man to prevail\nBut what's the exit for a young female?\nEither you shippin or you go to school\nPlay dumb when you young and be a older fool\nKnow to choose, the older dudes try to school her every day\nHer response was well, anyway\nShe rather take the ass titty way\nThey say human experience beats book knowledge every day\nSomebody help this child, can we pray?\nCuz she rather take human experience\nShe see them other prostitutes getting it, now she curious\nShe's locked in the zone\nWith parts of her body getting sold\nAin't listen to what the old timers told, call em old\nThe only thing worse than getting old\nIs not getting old, the block's getting cold\n\n(Hook)\nPimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\nThe pimpin won't die\nWutchu doin on the street?\nYou ain't a pimp, she's a kid\nThe pimpin won't die\nTo all men and women\nYou talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\nThe pimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto\n\n(Bridge 2)\nI hope this song finds you in good health\nI got my thinking caps on\nWhat ever happened to that kid from that Slick Rick song?\nWe gotta start where they left off, to move our zone\nIf you won't do the same, you rock wrong\n\n(Verse)\nSee that once was a little boy, you was misled\nBy another little boy and this is what he said\nAs I quote from a man, you hope me gonna make some cash\nRobbing old folks to making a dash\nHe was only 17, in a mad man's dream\nThe cops shot him, he survived that, back on the scene\nRobbery ain't work so he got a new thing\nHe digging in the scene with his gangsta lean\nWe suck the blood out them girls that call him a bloodsucker\nAsk my opinion, I call him a motherfucker\nHe gambled with his own life, head crack 6\nYou just witnessed the birth of a pimp\n\n(Hook)\nPimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\nThe pimpin won't die\nWutchu doin on the street?\nYou ain't a pimp, she's a kid\nThe pimpin won't die\nTo all men and women\nYou talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\nThe pimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto\n\nThe pimpin won't die\nThe pimpin won't die\nThe pimpin won't die","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.38](Hook)\n[00:02.16]Pimpin won't die\n[00:04.95]In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n[00:09.63]The pimpin won't die\n[00:11.44]Wutchu doin on the street?\n[00:13.20]You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n[00:15.98]The pimpin won't die\n[00:17.74]To all men and women\n[00:19.40]You talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\n[00:22.13]The pimpin won't die\n[00:24.28]In the ghetto\n[00:26.01](Bridge 1)\n[00:27.36]I hope this song finds you in good health\n[00:29.95]I got my thinking caps on\n[00:32.16]Whatever happened to that baby from that 2 Pac song?\n[00:35.22]We gotta start where they left off, to move our zone\n[00:38.26]If you won't do the same, you rock wrong\n[00:39.33](Verse)\n[00:40.32]She was born in the bathroom, her mama left her in the trashcan\n[00:44.94]Would be dead but she got found by the garbage man\n[00:48.20]Remember her pops who molest er\n[00:51.30]Her moms' name was Brenda\n[00:54.11]Baby girl all alone, she grew up on her own\n[00:57.32]Went from foster home to foster home\n[01:00.43]She keep her fingernails clean, low rider jeans\n[01:04.09]But her low rider jeans ain't low as her self-esteem\n[01:07.48]This happens every day, nobody deserve this\n[01:10.37]She grew up to feel worth less\n[01:12.55]Her parents gambled with her life\n[01:14.50]Evens in all, choose\n[01:17.13]You just witnessed the birth of a prostitute\n[01:19.24](Hook)\n[01:20.06]Pimpin won't die\n[01:22.09]In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n[01:26.58]The pimpin won't die\n[01:28.00]Wutchu doin on the street?\n[01:29.79]You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n[01:33.06]The pimpin won't die\n[01:34.34]To all men and women\n[01:35.99]You talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\n[01:39.09]The pimpin won't die\n[01:40.83]In the ghetto\n[01:42.00](Verse)\n[01:42.46]They say it's 2 ways out of the ghetto\n[01:46.89]Either you rappin or you playin ball\n[01:49.27]I done heard people say it all\n[01:51.79]Those male dominating ways for a man to prevail\n[01:54.74]But what's the exit for a young female?\n[01:57.50]Either you shippin or you go to school\n[01:59.81]Play dumb when you young and be a older fool\n[02:02.59]Know to choose, the older dudes try to school her every day\n[02:06.11]Her response was well, anyway\n[02:08.92]She rather take the ass titty way\n[02:11.30]They say human experience beats book knowledge every day\n[02:15.33]Somebody help this child, can we pray?\n[02:17.75]Cuz she rather take human experience\n[02:20.10]She see them other prostitutes getting it, now she curious\n[02:24.02]She's locked in the zone\n[02:25.32]With parts of her body getting sold\n[02:28.15]Ain't listen to what the old timers told, call em old\n[02:31.43]The only thing worse than getting old\n[02:33.86]Is not getting old, the block's getting cold\n[02:36.40](Hook)\n[02:36.79]Pimpin won't die\n[02:38.35]In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n[02:43.58]The pimpin won't die\n[02:45.09]Wutchu doin on the street?\n[02:46.75]You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n[02:49.24]The pimpin won't die\n[02:51.24]To all men and women\n[02:53.04]You talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\n[02:55.74]The pimpin won't die\n[02:57.88]In the ghetto\n[02:59.24](Bridge 2)\n[02:59.91]I hope this song finds you in good health\n[03:03.47]I got my thinking caps on\n[03:05.52]What ever happened to that kid from that Slick Rick song?\n[03:08.62]We gotta start where they left off, to move our zone\n[03:11.54]If you won't do the same, you rock wrong\n[03:13.86](Verse)\n[03:14.37]See that once was a little boy, you was misled\n[03:17.49]By another little boy and this is what he said\n[03:20.38]As I quote from a man, you hope me gonna make some cash\n[03:24.52]Robbing old folks to making a dash\n[03:27.22]He was only 17, in a mad man's dream\n[03:31.08]The cops shot him, he survived that, back on the scene\n[03:34.78]Robbery ain't work so he got a new thing\n[03:37.40]He digging in the scene with his gangsta lean\n[03:40.60]We suck the blood out them girls that call him a bloodsucker\n[03:43.96]Ask my opinion, I call him a motherfucker\n[03:47.33]He gambled with his own life, head crack 6\n[03:50.46]You just witnessed the birth of a pimp\n[03:52.82](Hook)\n[03:53.85]Pimpin won't die\n[03:55.55]In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n[03:59.58]The pimpin won't die\n[04:01.67]Wutchu doin on the street?\n[04:03.76]You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n[04:06.17]The pimpin won't die\n[04:08.16]To all men and women\n[04:08.82]You talkin or you listenin? 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You pimpin or you trickin?\n  The pimpin won't die\n  In the ghetto\n\n  (Bridge 1)\n  I hope this song finds you in good health\n  I got my thinking caps on\n  Whatever happened to that baby from that 2 Pac song?\n  We gotta start where they left off, to move our zone\n  If you won't do the same, you rock wrong\n\n  (Verse)\n  She was born in the bathroom, her mama left her in the trashcan\n  Would be dead but she got found by the garbage man\n  Remember her pops who molest er\n  Her moms' name was Brenda\n  Baby girl all alone, she grew up on her own\n  Went from foster home to foster home\n  She keep her fingernails clean, low rider jeans\n  But her low rider jeans ain't low as her self-esteem\n  This happens every day, nobody deserve this\n  She grew up to feel worth less\n  Her parents gambled with her life\n  Evens in all, choose\n  You just witnessed the birth of a prostitute\n\n  (Hook)\n  Pimpin won't die\n  In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n  The pimpin won't die\n  Wutchu doin on the street?\n  You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n  The pimpin won't die\n  To all men and women\n  You talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\n  The pimpin won't die\n  In the ghetto\n\n  (Verse)\n  They say it's 2 ways out of the ghetto\n  Either you rappin or you playin ball\n  I done heard people say it all\n  Those male dominating ways for a man to prevail\n  But what's the exit for a young female?\n  Either you shippin or you go to school\n  Play dumb when you young and be a older fool\n  Know to choose, the older dudes try to school her every day\n  Her response was well, anyway\n  She rather take the ass titty way\n  They say human experience beats book knowledge every day\n  Somebody help this child, can we pray?\n  Cuz she rather take human experience\n  She see them other prostitutes getting it, now she curious\n  She's locked in the zone\n  With parts of her body getting sold\n  Ain't listen to what the old timers told, call em old\n  The only thing worse than getting old\n  Is not getting old, the block's getting cold\n\n  (Hook)\n  Pimpin won't die\n  In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n  The pimpin won't die\n  Wutchu doin on the street?\n  You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n  The pimpin won't die\n  To all men and women\n  You talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\n  The pimpin won't die\n  In the ghetto\n\n  (Bridge 2)\n  I hope this song finds you in good health\n  I got my thinking caps on\n  What ever happened to that kid from that Slick Rick song?\n  We gotta start where they left off, to move our zone\n  If you won't do the same, you rock wrong\n\n  (Verse)\n  See that once was a little boy, you was misled\n  By another little boy and this is what he said\n  As I quote from a man, you hope me gonna make some cash\n  Robbing old folks to making a dash\n  He was only 17, in a mad man's dream\n  The cops shot him, he survived that, back on the scene\n  Robbery ain't work so he got a new thing\n  He digging in the scene with his gangsta lean\n  We suck the blood out them girls that call him a bloodsucker\n  Ask my opinion, I call him a motherfucker\n  He gambled with his own life, head crack 6\n  You just witnessed the birth of a pimp\n\n  (Hook)\n  Pimpin won't die\n  In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n  The pimpin won't die\n  Wutchu doin on the street?\n  You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n  The pimpin won't die\n  To all men and women\n  You talkin or you listenin? 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literature lyricist\nLifting levers launching lasers, lollygagging lames loosing ligaments\n\n(K) Ki kissing klan killer, Ku Klux Klan killing\nKidnap kindergarden klan kids kidney kicking\nKeen kilogram kilo kitchen kernel\n\n(J) Jewel jotting journalist joyless jam jotting journal\nJets Jersey Jaguar jigedy-jealously\nJunior juxmen jerks jump jux jealously\nJux jack jacket jeans jewelry\nJackass judicial judge jailing juveniles justifying jeopardy\n\n(I) Impostors ice invalid\nIcegrill, iceberg, igloo ice, I'm Illmatic\nIncognito individual illustrating indicating\nIllustrious idea insinuating\nInformants informing interrogating incriminating\nImmortal industry ingenious inspiriting\nIgnited ignition intimidating\nInterstate intersection impulse impact is innovating\n\n(H) Holiday hi, humiliating hot head humbling\nHandcuff hastler harsh hollow hovering\nHalfwit half heart hideous huddling\nHard headed, hard hearted, hungry henchmen hustling\n\n(G) Guzzling Guinness government 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Word\nBout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\nThey look like punks and act like a woman\nYou need danger, a little ratchet\nYou need this lightning, I put a little pressure\nJust to balance things out, we're not the same\nSome niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\nSome is real or some is fake\nYou draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n(Hook)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aim Shoot (feat. 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with a sleep out four,\nwhen I woke up police was at my door, damn.\n\n6 in the morning, police at my door\n\nYo yo, just end of the day game out that's the truth,\nbabe out, they hit the crib take a shower watch your coop leg\nGlad not popped off, gotta get the bag out of the crib,\ngoose strapped off, so whitney get knocked off,\nuh then I got a short pain in my chest\nbut no one I ain't supposed to have in the place I rest\nyes, but it's a half of joint in there\n2-40 a house at the house.at the holla points in there\nfew points a diesel, couple pounds of purple\ngal a little water, plus a thousand circle,\na man hear me sayin that he be here in a minute,\nall I gotta do is rapping and bring it down to the. it.\nBy now, it's a little past five and I'm still tryin to roll,\ncould barely open my eyes, next thing I know she giving me a massage\nthat will waking up, I woke up to a surprise.\n\n6 in the morning, police at my door\n\nThey go six in the morning police at my door,\nthen 5 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door\n[00:18.18] 6 in the morning, police at my door\n[00:20.95] They would save blings blings if my jewels could talk\n[00:26.32] So you can stare see me shining when the room get dark\n[00:30.01] I'm like Tony Danzel I'll show you who's the boss\n[00:32.72] Teach my work on who's the fins and who's the nox\n[00:34.60] and some lot of niggas out trying to prove they hard\n[00:38.17] so you hit they cousin up and make em move their arm,\n[00:40.95] yeah I would wild out and let the . just spot,\n[00:43.64] but you know how to hood some as school just start\n[00:47.31] all the basket want.miss in school just watch\n[00:50.05] Bet your money lose a little or lose a lot\n[00:52.70] they beat us by one point get em doose for shot,\n[00:55.48] but I'm a sward lose us, so I had to shoot up the pot\n[00:59.16] I wouldn't rob your man if the pool was smart\n[01:01.88] but a fool in his money, well soon depart,\n[01:04.55] then I went to my crib with a sleep out four,\n[01:07.38] when I woke up police was at my door, damn.\n[01:10.92] 6 in the morning, police at my door\n[01:29.95] Yo yo, just end of the day game out that's the truth,\n[01:32.76] babe out, they hit the crib take a shower watch your coop leg\n[01:35.41] Glad not popped off, gotta get the bag out of the crib,\n[01:39.05] goose strapped off, so whitney get knocked off,\n[01:41.85] uh then I got a short pain in my chest\n[01:44.53] but no one I ain't supposed to have in the place I rest\n[01:48.18] yes, but it's a half of joint in there\n[01:49.94] 2-40 a house at the house.at the holla points in there\n[01:53.59] few points a diesel, couple pounds of purple\n[01:56.32] gal a little water, plus a thousand circle,\n[01:59.04] a man hear me sayin that he be here in a minute,\n[02:02.68] all I gotta do is rapping and bring it down to the. it.\n[02:05.45] By now, it's a little past five and I'm still tryin to roll,\n[02:09.03] could barely open my eyes, next thing I know she giving me a massage\n[02:13.53] that will waking up, I woke up to a surprise.\n[02:17.19] 6 in the morning, police at my door\n[02:37.25] They go six in the morning police at my door,\n[02:39.05] then 5 in the morning I was up in this., she had good hands\n[02:42.67] then 4 in the morning she was at the club door,\n[02:44.42] a few hours before and I was looking fresh at his door,\n[02:49.01] now weak me for that I was at the call out,\n[02:49.91] thinking convertible, so I could make the broad up\n[02:53.54] a half of million cash of a three month run,\n[02:58.16] them rubber band stacks and tend G love songs,\n[02:59.92] Police is on our back 'cause we dump guns,\n[03:01.72] so when burg gangs outside motherf*cker just run,\n[03:04.43] who just run like the hify life,\n[03:08.11] I told you life was a bitch not the wify type,\n[03:10.87] hell we got the white bricks if the price is right,\n[03:14.52] catch you standing on the strip on the icy wife\n[03:17.23] season the ass we in the V switching kids\n[03:21.73] dropping the 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Sim Simmer\n\nWe never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\nThey put em down, we liftin them burners up\nYou keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\nI don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\nI turn it up,\nCome on, come all killas\nHere go my cup, give me some more liquor\nOpen this back window, let me dump all niggas\nIt's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n\nWhen my oral deliver it's such a moral dilemma\nI don't quarrel with quitters, I give em sorrow and shimmers\nYou think your autos is iller just cause it's car from the dealer?\nThis music char is bitter, cause yall some horrible spitters\nWhen I swallow the liquor, I write a marvelous scripture\nStart drawing a picture cause I'm immortal my nigga\nBeef is played out so I don't bother with niggas\nBut as long as it's tender I eat your squad up for dinner\nPut my palms on the trigger and shoot you all in yo liver\nInjure all of you niggas, I'm cool and calm as a killer\nYour man styling from fingers, man who are you? Vanilla\nIce — I'm Suge Knight, hang em off the balcony with ya\nSince I deserve scrilla, I learned to flip birds quicker\nHad to hit curves with the hustlers and to emerge richer\nBack when Dipset was sippin sizzurp nigga\nMy jewelery was black and yellow just like the Pittsburg Steelers\n\nWe never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\nThey put em down, we liftin them burners up\nYou keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\nI don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\nI turn it up,\nCome on, come all killas\nHere go my cup, give me some more liquor\nOpen this back window, let me dump all niggas\nIt's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n\nI'm on that money train, making dead president stops\nRobbed the liquor store just so we can get some Ciroc\nAte cornflakes, no frutty pebbles and pops\nGot chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the lock\nCaught a 50 Cent razor, now I'm ready to rock\nI step to your block with a George Jefferson buff\nI cut him cross peddle bike, he bled to his socks\nCuz Miles didn't have a chain when I peddled and popped\nMy leather bomber was better than that pleather you rocked\nI wore old bomber way before Michelle and Barack\nI heard up North you wasn't reppin a lot\nYou never caught a 10-3, you respected the cops\nHow you gon use that jail shit to try to get to the top?\nYou woke up in PC, never slept in a box\nHe said he hungry so I fed him the ox\nMy gun is like an independent record label, Heckle and Koch\n\nWe never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\nThey put em down, we liftin them burners up\nYou keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\nI don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\nI turn it up,\nCome on, come all killas\nHere go my cup, give me some more liquor\nOpen this back window, let me dump all niggas\nIt's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n\nTurn up\nNow I come back\nKeep it underground hardcore\nTurn up\nNow I come back\nKeep it underground hardcore\nTurn up\nNow I come back\nKeep it underground hardcore\nTurn up\nPapoose, Papoose","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.11] Ayo Premier wussup man?\n[00:06.16] Wussup Paps?\n[00:07.15] Live from the Nacirema Dream\n[00:08.16] Papoose & DJ Premier\n[00:10.12] Yea\n[00:11.15] Time to turn it up on these niggas man\n[00:12.13] Il Primo, you ready to turn it up?\n[00:14.12] You know it\n[00:15.14] Let's turn it up on em\n[00:16.10] We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\n[00:21.20] They put em down, we liftin them burners up\n[00:24.21] You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\n[00:27.22] I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n[00:29.23] I turn it up,\n[00:30.29] Come on, come all killas\n[00:32.28] Here go my cup, give me some more liquor\n[00:34.37] Open this back window, let me dump on niggas\n[00:37.35] It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n[00:40.30] Peace to the New York Knickerbockers, the plot got thicker\n[00:42.43] Cuz now they got the Brooklyn Nets and Barclay Center\n[00:45.44] Hello missus and mister, cousins, brothers and sisters\n[00:47.46] Ladies and gentlemen, children prisons of finger printers\n[00:50.39] Snakes who like to slither, wall monkeys gorillas\n[00:52.48] Veterans and beginners, righteous people were sinners\n[00:55.40] Gamblers, losers and winners, ice grillers and grinners\n[00:57.59] Hope you all some good swimmers cuz I'm as deep as the river\n[01:00.46] I'm the bad guy, just like the joke getting realer\n[01:02.54] Bad as Mike in his prime, man in the mirror in Thriller\n[01:05.59] You ain't a real man, you can't even use the shitter\n[01:07.59] You a pussycat, you probably got kitty litter\n[01:10.63] Gonna kill rich niggas in chinchilla\n[01:11.60] Representing for the weed splitters and skid bitters who gets realer\n[01:15.56] Like Beanie Man, carjack a bitch nigga\n[01:17.60] Who got the keys to the Jeep? Sim Simmer\n[01:20.77] We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\n[01:22.79] They put em down, we liftin them burners up\n[01:25.74] You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\n[01:27.70] I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n[01:30.71] I turn it up,\n[01:31.79] Come on, come all killas\n[01:33.71] Here go my cup, give me some more liquor\n[01:35.82] Open this back window, let me dump all niggas\n[01:37.80] It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n[01:40.83] When my oral deliver it's such a moral dilemma\n[01:42.85] I don't quarrel with quitters, I give em sorrow and shimmers\n[01:45.80] You think your autos is iller just cause it's car from the dealer?\n[01:47.92] This music char is bitter, cause yall some horrible spitters\n[01:49.92] When I swallow the liquor, I write a marvelous scripture\n[01:52.95] Start drawing a picture cause I'm immortal my nigga\n[01:55.92] Beef is played out so I don't bother with niggas\n[01:57.96] But as long as it's tender I eat your squad up for dinner\n[02:01.00] Put my palms on the trigger and shoot you all in yo liver\n[02:03.09] Injure all of you niggas, I'm cool and calm as a killer\n[02:06.05] Your man styling from fingers, man who are you? Vanilla\n[02:08.08] Ice — I'm Suge Knight, hang em off the balcony with ya\n[02:11.09] Since I deserve scrilla, I learned to flip birds quicker\n[02:13.15] Had to hit curves with the hustlers and to emerge richer\n[02:16.15] Back when Dipset was sippin sizzurp nigga\n[02:18.14] My jewelery was black and yellow just like the Pittsburg Steelers\n[02:21.14] We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\n[02:23.15] They put em down, we liftin them burners up\n[02:26.18] You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\n[02:29.25] I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n[02:31.11] I turn it up,\n[02:32.17] Come on, come all killas\n[02:34.22] Here go my cup, give me some more liquor\n[02:36.22] Open this back window, let me dump all niggas\n[02:38.24] It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n[02:41.36] I'm on that money train, making dead president stops\n[02:43.37] Robbed the liquor store just so we can get some Ciroc\n[02:46.39] Ate cornflakes, no frutty pebbles and pops\n[02:48.38] Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the lock\n[02:51.32] Caught a 50 Cent razor, now I'm ready to rock\n[02:53.42] I step to your block with a George Jefferson buff\n[02:56.48] I cut him cross peddle bike, he bled to his socks\n[02:58.48] Cuz Miles didn't have a chain when I peddled and popped\n[03:01.40] My leather bomber was better than that pleather you rocked\n[03:03.40] I wore old bomber way before Michelle and Barack\n[03:06.56] I heard up North you wasn't reppin a lot\n[03:08.53] You never caught a 10-3, you respected the cops\n[03:11.56] How you gon use that jail shit to try to get to the top?\n[03:13.62] You woke up in PC, never slept in a box\n[03:16.65] He said he hungry so I fed him the ox\n[03:18.65] My gun is like an independent record label, Heckle and Koch\n[03:21.68] We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\n[03:24.77] They put em down, we liftin them burners up\n[03:26.76] You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\n[03:28.77] I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n[03:31.76] I turn it up,\n[03:32.72] Come on, come all killas\n[03:34.81] Here go my cup, give me some more liquor\n[03:37.85] Open this back window, let me dump all niggas\n[03:39.84] It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n[03:41.88] Turn up\n[03:43.95] Now I come back\n[03:44.89] Keep it underground hardcore\n[03:45.92] Turn up\n[03:47.98] Now I come back\n[03:51.93] Keep it underground hardcore\n[03:52.98] Turn up\n[03:53.85] Now I come back\n[03:54.73] Keep it underground hardcore\n[03:55.87] Turn up\n[03:58.77] Papoose, Papoose\n[04:05.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Turn It Up Feat. 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me dump on niggas\n  It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n\n  Peace to the New York Knickerbockers, the plot got thicker\n  Cuz now they got the Brooklyn Nets and Barclay Center\n  Hello missus and mister, cousins, brothers and sisters\n  Ladies and gentlemen, children prisons of finger printers\n  Snakes who like to slither, wall monkeys gorillas\n  Veterans and beginners, righteous people were sinners\n  Gamblers, losers and winners, ice grillers and grinners\n  Hope you all some good swimmers cuz I'm as deep as the river\n  I'm the bad guy, just like the joke getting realer\n  Bad as Mike in his prime, man in the mirror in Thriller\n  You ain't a real man, you can't even use the shitter\n  You a pussycat, you probably got kitty litter\n  Gonna kill rich niggas in chinchilla\n  Representing for the weed splitters and skid bitters who gets realer\n  Like Beanie Man, carjack a bitch nigga\n  Who got the keys to the Jeep? Sim Simmer\n\n  We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\n  They put em down, we liftin them burners up\n  You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\n  I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n  I turn it up,\n  Come on, come all killas\n  Here go my cup, give me some more liquor\n  Open this back window, let me dump all niggas\n  It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n\n  When my oral deliver it's such a moral dilemma\n  I don't quarrel with quitters, I give em sorrow and shimmers\n  You think your autos is iller just cause it's car from the dealer?\n  This music char is bitter, cause yall some horrible spitters\n  When I swallow the liquor, I write a marvelous scripture\n  Start drawing a picture cause I'm immortal my nigga\n  Beef is played out so I don't bother with niggas\n  But as long as it's tender I eat your squad up for dinner\n  Put my palms on the trigger and shoot you all in yo liver\n  Injure all of you niggas, I'm cool and calm as a killer\n  Your man styling from fingers, man who are you? Vanilla\n  Ice — I'm Suge Knight, hang em off the balcony with ya\n  Since I deserve scrilla, I learned to flip birds quicker\n  Had to hit curves with the hustlers and to emerge richer\n  Back when Dipset was sippin sizzurp nigga\n  My jewelery was black and yellow just like the Pittsburg Steelers\n\n  We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\n  They put em down, we liftin them burners up\n  You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\n  I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n  I turn it up,\n  Come on, come all killas\n  Here go my cup, give me some more liquor\n  Open this back window, let me dump all niggas\n  It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n\n  I'm on that money train, making dead president stops\n  Robbed the liquor store just so we can get some Ciroc\n  Ate cornflakes, no frutty pebbles and pops\n  Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the lock\n  Caught a 50 Cent razor, now I'm ready to rock\n  I step to your block with a George Jefferson buff\n  I cut him cross peddle bike, he bled to his socks\n  Cuz Miles didn't have a chain when I peddled and popped\n  My leather bomber was better than that pleather you rocked\n  I wore old bomber way before Michelle and Barack\n  I heard up North you wasn't reppin a lot\n  You never caught a 10-3, you respected the cops\n  How you gon use that jail shit to try to get to the top?\n  You woke up in PC, never slept in a box\n  He said he hungry so I fed him the ox\n  My gun is like an independent record label, Heckle and Koch\n\n  We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\n  They put em down, we liftin them burners up\n  You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\n  I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n  I turn it up,\n  Come on, come all killas\n  Here go my cup, give me some more liquor\n  Open this back window, let me dump all niggas\n  It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n\n  Turn up\n  Now I come back\n  Keep it underground hardcore\n  Turn up\n  Now I come back\n  Keep it underground hardcore\n  Turn up\n  Now I come back\n  Keep it underground hardcore\n  Turn up\n  Papoose, Papoose\n"},{"id":20841888,"name":"What's My Name (feat. Remy Ma)","trackName":"What's My Name (feat. Remy Ma)","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":185.025306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook 1)\nShe said she love my nature\nShe don't love me, she love my gangsta\nShe don't love me, she love my paper\nCaught me creepin with the next door neighbor\nIt wasn't me (if it was it was)\nShe'll still love me 'cos love is love uh\n\n(Hook 2)\nHe said he love my body\nHe don't love me, he love my cunamy\nI'm in love with the things that he buy me\nCaught me with the next nigga in the lobby\nIt wasn't me (if it was it was)\nHe'll still love me 'cos love is love uh\n\n(Bridge 1)\nNo what's my name? (daddy)\nWhat's my name? (daddy)\n\n(Verse)\nAnd I still love him even when I'm maggy\nHe has me wrapped around his finger\nAnd in myself only got his own ringer\nNow sometimes he get heated and I know he don't mean it\nBut as much as he accuse me I should've cheated\nAnd even if I cheated, he wouldn't believe it\n'Cause right after I read it, messages get deleted\nAnd I know we even but I don't never see it\nWhen I step on the scene the rookies gotta beat it\nHe caught it's cool but we break up\nNew bag, new shoes and we make up\nHe buy me diamonds, that's my darling\nGuess I really believe that he's sorry\nAs far I could see he called for me\nHow could I not accept his apology? Yup\n\n(Hook 1)\nShe said she love my nature\nShe don't love me, she love my gangsta\nShe don't love me, she love my paper\nCaught me creepin with the next door neighbor\nIt wasn't me (if it was it was)\nShe'll still love me 'cos love is love uh\n\n(Hook 2)\nHe said he love my body\nHe don't love me, he love my cunamy\nI'm in love with the things that he buy me\nCaught me with the next nigga in the lobby\nIt wasn't me (if it was it was)\nHe'll still love me 'cos love is love uh\n\n(Bridge 2)\nNow what's my name? (baby)\nNow what's my name? (baby)\n\n(Verse)\nAnd once I get I'm gone, I'm Swayze\nI do the damn thing and I run\nI knew she was a freak 'cause she had a earring in her tongue\nCop a whip, I cop rims, I'm not those dudes\nHow you gonna buy a suit and don't cop no shoes?\nFor the sugar poured inside her stomach\nMan I have her climbing up the wall like Spiderwoman\nShe go ride through the hood on back of the motorcycle\nSexy, she got more thighs than the bible\nCan't tell a woman you love her, are you stupid?\nWords don't express your love, you gotta prove it\nA man give you his trust, you can't abuse it\nAnalyze his choice before you choose it\nAs Snoop Dogg, I let it bang\nI got the hottest chick in the game, she know my name\n\n(Hook 1)\nShe said she love my nature\nShe don't love me, she love my gangsta\nShe don't love me, she love my paper\nCaught me creepin with the next door neighbor\nIt wasn't me (if it was it was)\nShe'll still love me 'cos love is love uh\n\n(Hook 2)\nHe said he love my body\nHe don't love me, he love my cunamy\nI'm in love with the things that he buy me\nCaught me with the next nigga in the lobby\nIt wasn't me (if it was it was)\nHe'll still love me 'cos love is love uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.33] (Hook 1)\n[00:04.95] She said she love my nature\n[00:07.50] She don't love me, she love my gangsta\n[00:10.31] She don't love me, she love my paper\n[00:12.64] Caught me creepin with the next door neighbor\n[00:14.70] It wasn't me (if it was it was)\n[00:16.85] She'll still love me 'cos love is love uh\n[00:19.12] (Hook 2)\n[00:19.67] He said he love my body\n[00:22.11] He don't love me, he love my cunamy\n[00:24.73] I'm in love with the things that he buy me\n[00:26.92] Caught me with the next nigga in the lobby\n[00:29.33] It wasn't me (if it was it was)\n[00:31.31] He'll still love me 'cos love is love uh\n[00:33.34] (Bridge 1)\n[00:33.68] No what's my name? (daddy)\n[00:34.90] What's my name? (daddy)\n[00:36.09] (Verse)\n[00:36.28] And I still love him even when I'm maggy\n[00:38.55] He has me wrapped around his finger\n[00:41.04] And in myself only got his own ringer\n[00:43.39] Now sometimes he get heated and I know he don't mean it\n[00:45.94] But as much as he accuse me I should've cheated\n[00:48.21] And even if I cheated, he wouldn't believe it\n[00:51.29] 'Cause right after I read it, messages get deleted\n[00:53.25] And I know we even but I don't never see it\n[00:55.62] When I step on the scene the rookies gotta beat it\n[00:58.12] He caught it's cool but we break up\n[01:00.44] New bag, new shoes and we make up\n[01:02.68] He buy me diamonds, that's my darling\n[01:05.44] Guess I really believe that he's sorry\n[01:07.88] As far I could see he called for me\n[01:10.25] How could I not accept his apology? Yup\n[01:12.44] (Hook 1)\n[01:13.19] She said she love my nature\n[01:15.29] She don't love me, she love my gangsta\n[01:18.05] She don't love me, she love my paper\n[01:20.54] Caught me creepin with the next door neighbor\n[01:22.31] It wasn't me (if it was it was)\n[01:24.93] She'll still love me 'cos love is love uh\n[01:27.06] (Hook 2)\n[01:27.45] He said he love my body\n[01:30.05] He don't love me, he love my cunamy\n[01:32.50] I'm in love with the things that he buy me\n[01:34.96] Caught me with the next nigga in the lobby\n[01:36.90] It wasn't me (if it was it was)\n[01:39.79] He'll still love me 'cos love is love uh\n[01:41.36] (Bridge 2)\n[01:41.58] Now what's my name? (baby)\n[01:42.97] Now what's my name? (baby)\n[01:44.02] (Verse)\n[01:44.52] And once I get I'm gone, I'm Swayze\n[01:46.47] I do the damn thing and I run\n[01:48.86] I knew she was a freak 'cause she had a earring in her tongue\n[01:51.34] Cop a whip, I cop rims, I'm not those dudes\n[01:53.86] How you gonna buy a suit and don't cop no shoes?\n[01:56.21] For the sugar poured inside her stomach\n[01:58.56] Man I have her climbing up the wall like Spiderwoman\n[02:00.78] She go ride through the hood on back of the motorcycle\n[02:03.56] Sexy, she got more thighs than the bible\n[02:05.95] Can't tell a woman you love her, are you stupid?\n[02:08.34] Words don't express your love, you gotta prove it\n[02:10.94] A man give you his trust, you can't abuse it\n[02:13.20] Analyze his choice before you choose it\n[02:15.68] As Snoop Dogg, I let it bang\n[02:18.04] I got the hottest chick in the game, she know my name\n[02:20.39] (Hook 1)\n[02:25.14] She said she love my nature\n[02:28.38] She don't love me, she love my gangsta\n[02:31.01] She don't love me, she love my paper\n[02:33.16] Caught me creepin with the next door neighbor\n[02:35.16] It wasn't me (if it was it was)\n[02:37.66] She'll still love me 'cos love is love uh\n[02:39.72] (Hook 2)\n[02:40.05] He said he love my body\n[02:42.73] He don't love me, he love my cunamy\n[02:45.32] I'm in love with the things that he buy me\n[02:47.74] Caught me with the next nigga in the lobby\n[02:49.80] It wasn't me (if it was it was)\n[02:52.20] He'll still love me 'cos love is love uh\n[02:56.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What's My Name (feat. 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(daddy)\n  What's my name? (daddy)\n\n  (Verse)\n  And I still love him even when I'm maggy\n  He has me wrapped around his finger\n  And in myself only got his own ringer\n  Now sometimes he get heated and I know he don't mean it\n  But as much as he accuse me I should've cheated\n  And even if I cheated, he wouldn't believe it\n  'Cause right after I read it, messages get deleted\n  And I know we even but I don't never see it\n  When I step on the scene the rookies gotta beat it\n  He caught it's cool but we break up\n  New bag, new shoes and we make up\n  He buy me diamonds, that's my darling\n  Guess I really believe that he's sorry\n  As far I could see he called for me\n  How could I not accept his apology? 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(baby)\n\n  (Verse)\n  And once I get I'm gone, I'm Swayze\n  I do the damn thing and I run\n  I knew she was a freak 'cause she had a earring in her tongue\n  Cop a whip, I cop rims, I'm not those dudes\n  How you gonna buy a suit and don't cop no shoes?\n  For the sugar poured inside her stomach\n  Man I have her climbing up the wall like Spiderwoman\n  She go ride through the hood on back of the motorcycle\n  Sexy, she got more thighs than the bible\n  Can't tell a woman you love her, are you stupid?\n  Words don't express your love, you gotta prove it\n  A man give you his trust, you can't abuse it\n  Analyze his choice before you choose it\n  As Snoop Dogg, I let it bang\n  I got the hottest chick in the game, she know my name\n\n  (Hook 1)\n  She said she love my nature\n  She don't love me, she love my gangsta\n  She don't love me, she love my paper\n  Caught me creepin with the next door neighbor\n  It wasn't me (if it was it was)\n  She'll still love me 'cos love is love uh\n\n  (Hook 2)\n  He said he love my body\n  He don't love me, he love my cunamy\n  I'm in love with the things that he buy me\n  Caught me with the next nigga in the lobby\n  It wasn't me (if it was it was)\n  He'll still love me 'cos love is love uh\n"},{"id":17818899,"name":"Mother Chetto","trackName":"Mother Chetto","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":290.773333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro)\nBrooklyn, rise to the occasion\nPapoose, PK\n\n(Hook)\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n\n(Verse)\nAll the thorough bread borough heads, where yall from?\nAll the hundred dollar billers villains, where yall from?\nAll the low key OG's, where yall from?\nGot a gat, cock it back, let me hear yall gun\nCome and take a walk through my horde, I'll guide yo vision\nWhen niggas who ain't ready to die get shot for livin\nStepped out the building another day, my time was tickin\nBut had to make a U turn, damn forgot the biskey\nI stashed it on the side of the sink, behind the dishes\nOn Sundays I praise gun plays, that's my religion\nWalking down the block with a boppin rhythm,\nHad to take a leak behind the green garbage can,\nWho needs a pot to piss in?\nThat's when I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison\nWuddup son? Noticed his grin looked kinds different\nHe had a long scar on his face, somebody jigged him\nI got away when he got knocked, wish I was with him\nThey put the green light out, know how the game go\nNiggas die for they colors, gotta respect the rainbow\nTake John through the slums just to get a coliday come\nHoodlems through they guns in the sewers and swallow they jums\nSnitches stopping the funs, when they hear the drama they run\nSo we throw the slugs to their tumors and silence they tongues\nRaw ball heist, hand to hand is far more trife\nCustomers be bangin on the spot doors all night\nI told the last customer your next time not like\nHe knock hard so I copped and took his heart not life\n\n(Bridge)\nThe mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\nMy bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\nYall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\nMy bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n\n(Hook)\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n\n(Verse)\nHome of the time of hoax with money missin and drama talks\nAnd you can tell a nigga from Brooklyn just how he walks\nThem Brownsville dudes carry gas in they draws\nCome through rockin a Rollie, better have it ensured\nThis New Yorkers will stab a millionaire til he bleed riches\nCop work from uptown niggas, fuck Queens bitches\n4 green killas run up in yo living room quick\nThem boys at canal, see you lay yo clique on the strip\nNobody politics in best up, who cares for that political shit?\nWe're robbin dog for his kibles and bits\nBushwick got beat cops, they actin like they own the streets\nThat's why we drop em like a verse and lay em on the beat\nCelebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when heap\nJust to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach\nIn Crown Heights they be workin them 2's, run hoop hoolups\nCome around yo way or put yo turf on the news\nDown town in Pican Ave got the flyest niggas\nYoungins takin over the trains, cursin over the loud speakers\nFlatbush they be totin, lean yo top smoking\nSince the trains had tokes them boys kept it locan\nFrom LG to Albany we was born to be thorough\nCypress Hill's the kings but now we the king borough\nI'm from Bang Bridge, we broke the law for the fun\nThe cats at Marcy will make you cough up a lung\nWherever you from, represent the hood you live\nWell keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge\n\n(Bridge)\nThe mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\nMy bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\nYall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\nMy bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n\n(Hook)\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n\n(Verse)\nIn the heaven of Bob, my hood, them pearly gates is locked\nWe the reason that cops traded 38's for Glocks\nWe the reason them cabs drive by, never trust you\nWe the reason you couldn't rock shines in the tunnel\nNiggas be starin and walkin, lookin back\nBut I rob a nigga blind and ask him what the fuck he lookin at?\nPatrol cars just wanna get essential book in pack\nDon't get caught in alleys with Brooklyn cats\nFace the fact that what you worship\nSo I pray with my backs towards the serpent\nHit the underground and changed all the rappers to the circus\nCelebrated Ike after he was murdered\nDue tradition we had him cremated\nPut his ashes in the shone and I wish I could've did magic when they burned him\nCuz the depths of this devilish fire within these matches don't deserve him\nIt's when life stay on the abs of the earth and where the staff givin summers\nKnowledge beneath the records of a target\nSecurity stay harassin and lurkin\nWhen a Brooklyn thug walk in the club, bounce his ass or skin they search us\nWhy pattin by my burners? You actin like you nervous\nMake a mistake and get shot by accident on purpose\n7 were made, when they sever yall faggots must've heard us\nI area code have the same factors of a murder\nWherever you from, represent the hood you live\nWell keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge\n\n(Bridge)\nThe mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\nMy bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\nYall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\nMy bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n\n(Hook)\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.97] (Intro)\n[00:02.92] Brooklyn, rise to the occasion\n[00:03.96] Papoose, PK\n[00:04.90] (Hook)\n[00:06.97] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[00:08.03] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[00:09.06] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[00:10.07] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[00:14.01] (Verse)\n[00:15.09] All the thorough bread borough heads, where yall from?\n[00:18.03] All the hundred dollar billers villains, where yall from?\n[00:20.12] All the low key OG's, where yall from?\n[00:23.17] Got a gat, cock it back, let me hear yall gun\n[00:26.12] Come and take a walk through my horde, I'll guide yo vision\n[00:29.23] When niggas who ain't ready to die get shot for livin\n[00:31.24] Stepped out the building another day, my time was tickin\n[00:34.23] But had to make a U turn, damn forgot the biskey\n[00:37.29] I stashed it on the side of the sink, behind the dishes\n[00:39.29] On Sundays I praise gun plays, that's my religion\n[00:42.39] Walking down the block with a boppin rhythm,\n[00:44.36] Had to take a leak behind the green garbage can,\n[00:47.36] Who needs a pot to piss in?\n[00:48.33] That's when I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison\n[00:50.34] Wuddup son? Noticed his grin looked kinds different\n[00:52.34] He had a long scar on his face, somebody jigged him\n[00:55.42] I got away when he got knocked, wish I was with him\n[00:58.47] They put the green light out, know how the game go\n[01:01.48] Niggas die for they colors, gotta respect the rainbow\n[01:03.40] Take John through the slums just to get a coliday come\n[01:06.54] Hoodlems through they guns in the sewers and swallow they jums\n[01:09.50] Snitches stopping the funs, when they hear the drama they run\n[01:11.57] So we throw the slugs to their tumors and silence they tongues\n[01:14.57] Raw ball heist, hand to hand is far more trife\n[01:16.58] Customers be bangin on the spot doors all night\n[01:19.67] I told the last customer your next time not like\n[01:22.63] He knock hard so I copped and took his heart not life\n[01:25.60] (Bridge)\n[01:26.73] The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\n[01:28.70] My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n[01:30.72] Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\n[01:33.73] My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n[01:35.84] (Hook)\n[01:36.84] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[01:37.81] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[01:38.86] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[01:40.78] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[01:45.86] (Verse)\n[01:46.89] Home of the time of hoax with money missin and drama talks\n[01:49.97] And you can tell a nigga from Brooklyn just how he walks\n[01:51.95] Them Brownsville dudes carry gas in they draws\n[01:54.98] Come through rockin a Rollie, better have it ensured\n[01:57.94] This New Yorkers will stab a millionaire til he bleed riches\n[01:59.92] Cop work from uptown niggas, fuck Queens bitches\n[02:03.02] 4 green killas run up in yo living room quick\n[02:06.08] Them boys at canal, see you lay yo clique on the strip\n[02:08.07] Nobody politics in best up, who cares for that political shit?\n[02:11.14] We're robbin dog for his kibles and bits\n[02:14.16] Bushwick got beat cops, they actin like they own the streets\n[02:16.16] That's why we drop em like a verse and lay em on the beat\n[02:19.14] Celebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when heap\n[02:22.10] Just to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach\n[02:25.27] In Crown Heights they be workin them 2's, run hoop hoolups\n[02:27.21] Come around yo way or put yo turf on the news\n[02:30.37] Down town in Pican Ave got the flyest niggas\n[02:32.33] Youngins takin over the trains, cursin over the loud speakers\n[02:35.38] Flatbush they be totin, lean yo top smoking\n[02:38.31] Since the trains had tokes them boys kept it locan\n[02:41.34] From LG to Albany we was born to be thorough\n[02:43.43] Cypress Hill's the kings but now we the king borough\n[02:46.41] I'm from Bang Bridge, we broke the law for the fun\n[02:48.46] The cats at Marcy will make you cough up a lung\n[02:51.46] Wherever you from, represent the hood you live\n[02:54.55] Well keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge\n[02:57.51] (Bridge)\n[02:58.57] The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\n[02:59.52] My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n[03:02.69] Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\n[03:05.63] My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n[03:07.62] (Hook)\n[03:08.67] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[03:10.79] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[03:13.70] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[03:15.71] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[03:18.82] (Verse)\n[03:19.82] In the heaven of Bob, my hood, them pearly gates is locked\n[03:21.80] We the reason that cops traded 38's for Glocks\n[03:23.89] We the reason them cabs drive by, never trust you\n[03:26.96] We the reason you couldn't rock shines in the tunnel\n[03:29.96] Niggas be starin and walkin, lookin back\n[03:31.94] But I rob a nigga blind and ask him what the fuck he lookin at?\n[03:34.91] Patrol cars just wanna get essential book in pack\n[03:37.07] Don't get caught in alleys with Brooklyn cats\n[03:39.01] Face the fact that what you worship\n[03:42.02] So I pray with my backs towards the serpent\n[03:43.04] Hit the underground and changed all the rappers to the circus\n[03:46.04] Celebrated Ike after he was murdered\n[03:48.11] Due tradition we had him cremated\n[03:50.15] Put his ashes in the shone and I wish I could've did magic when they burned him\n[03:53.18] Cuz the depths of this devilish fire within these matches don't deserve him\n[03:56.13] It's when life stay on the abs of the earth and where the staff givin summers\n[03:59.26] Knowledge beneath the records of a target\n[04:01.25] Security stay harassin and lurkin\n[04:03.29] When a Brooklyn thug walk in the club, bounce his ass or skin they search us\n[04:07.22] Why pattin by my burners? You actin like you nervous\n[04:09.36] Make a mistake and get shot by accident on purpose\n[04:12.37] 7 were made, when they sever yall faggots must've heard us\n[04:15.35] I area code have the same factors of a murder\n[04:18.36] Wherever you from, represent the hood you live\n[04:20.31] Well keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge\n[04:23.37] (Bridge)\n[04:24.34] The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\n[04:26.20] My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n[04:29.37] Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\n[04:31.35] My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n[04:34.32] (Hook)\n[04:35.30] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[04:37.35] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[04:39.41] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[04:42.47] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[04:44.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mother Chetto\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 290773\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Intro)\n  start_ms: 1970\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: Brooklyn, rise to the occasion\n  start_ms: 2920\n  end_ms: 3960\n- text: Papoose, PK\n  start_ms: 3960\n  end_ms: 4900\n- text: (Hook)\n  start_ms: 4900\n  end_ms: 6970\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 6970\n  end_ms: 8030\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 8030\n  end_ms: 9060\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 10070\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? 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Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 96840\n  end_ms: 97810\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 97810\n  end_ms: 98860\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 98860\n  end_ms: 100780\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? 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Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 275300\n  end_ms: 277350\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 277350\n  end_ms: 279410\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 279410\n  end_ms: 282470\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 282470\n  end_ms: 284410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 284410\nplain: |-\n  (Intro)\n  Brooklyn, rise to the occasion\n  Papoose, PK\n\n  (Hook)\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n\n  (Verse)\n  All the thorough bread borough heads, where yall from?\n  All the hundred dollar billers villains, where yall from?\n  All the low key OG's, where yall from?\n  Got a gat, cock it back, let me hear yall gun\n  Come and take a walk through my horde, I'll guide yo vision\n  When niggas who ain't ready to die get shot for livin\n  Stepped out the building another day, my time was tickin\n  But had to make a U turn, damn forgot the biskey\n  I stashed it on the side of the sink, behind the dishes\n  On Sundays I praise gun plays, that's my religion\n  Walking down the block with a boppin rhythm,\n  Had to take a leak behind the green garbage can,\n  Who needs a pot to piss in?\n  That's when I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison\n  Wuddup son? Noticed his grin looked kinds different\n  He had a long scar on his face, somebody jigged him\n  I got away when he got knocked, wish I was with him\n  They put the green light out, know how the game go\n  Niggas die for they colors, gotta respect the rainbow\n  Take John through the slums just to get a coliday come\n  Hoodlems through they guns in the sewers and swallow they jums\n  Snitches stopping the funs, when they hear the drama they run\n  So we throw the slugs to their tumors and silence they tongues\n  Raw ball heist, hand to hand is far more trife\n  Customers be bangin on the spot doors all night\n  I told the last customer your next time not like\n  He knock hard so I copped and took his heart not life\n\n  (Bridge)\n  The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\n  My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n  Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\n  My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n\n  (Hook)\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n\n  (Verse)\n  Home of the time of hoax with money missin and drama talks\n  And you can tell a nigga from Brooklyn just how he walks\n  Them Brownsville dudes carry gas in they draws\n  Come through rockin a Rollie, better have it ensured\n  This New Yorkers will stab a millionaire til he bleed riches\n  Cop work from uptown niggas, fuck Queens bitches\n  4 green killas run up in yo living room quick\n  Them boys at canal, see you lay yo clique on the strip\n  Nobody politics in best up, who cares for that political shit?\n  We're robbin dog for his kibles and bits\n  Bushwick got beat cops, they actin like they own the streets\n  That's why we drop em like a verse and lay em on the beat\n  Celebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when heap\n  Just to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach\n  In Crown Heights they be workin them 2's, run hoop hoolups\n  Come around yo way or put yo turf on the news\n  Down town in Pican Ave got the flyest niggas\n  Youngins takin over the trains, cursin over the loud speakers\n  Flatbush they be totin, lean yo top smoking\n  Since the trains had tokes them boys kept it locan\n  From LG to Albany we was born to be thorough\n  Cypress Hill's the kings but now we the king borough\n  I'm from Bang Bridge, we broke the law for the fun\n  The cats at Marcy will make you cough up a lung\n  Wherever you from, represent the hood you live\n  Well keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge\n\n  (Bridge)\n  The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\n  My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n  Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\n  My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n\n  (Hook)\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n\n  (Verse)\n  In the heaven of Bob, my hood, them pearly gates is locked\n  We the reason that cops traded 38's for Glocks\n  We the reason them cabs drive by, never trust you\n  We the reason you couldn't rock shines in the tunnel\n  Niggas be starin and walkin, lookin back\n  But I rob a nigga blind and ask him what the fuck he lookin at?\n  Patrol cars just wanna get essential book in pack\n  Don't get caught in alleys with Brooklyn cats\n  Face the fact that what you worship\n  So I pray with my backs towards the serpent\n  Hit the underground and changed all the rappers to the circus\n  Celebrated Ike after he was murdered\n  Due tradition we had him cremated\n  Put his ashes in the shone and I wish I could've did magic when they burned him\n  Cuz the depths of this devilish fire within these matches don't deserve him\n  It's when life stay on the abs of the earth and where the staff givin summers\n  Knowledge beneath the records of a target\n  Security stay harassin and lurkin\n  When a Brooklyn thug walk in the club, bounce his ass or skin they search us\n  Why pattin by my burners? You actin like you nervous\n  Make a mistake and get shot by accident on purpose\n  7 were made, when they sever yall faggots must've heard us\n  I area code have the same factors of a murder\n  Wherever you from, represent the hood you live\n  Well keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge\n\n  (Bridge)\n  The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\n  My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n  Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\n  My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n\n  (Hook)\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n"},{"id":17417023,"name":"Get At Me Feat. Ron Browz","trackName":"Get At Me Feat. Ron Browz","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":176.386667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro)\nYea\nReal nigga shit\nHuh\nYou got a problem nigga?\nGet at me nigga\n\n(Hook)\nBitch nigga get at me, yea\nBitch nigga get at me, yea\nBitch nigga get at me, yea\nBitch nigga get at me, huh\nI'm reppin my gang, yea (I'm flaggin)\nI'm reppin my gang, yea (I'm flaggin)\nI'm reppin my gang, yea (wave yo flag)\nI'm reppin my gang, yea (wave yo flag)\nBitch nigga get at me, yea\n\n(Bridge 1)\nI get me the thing in my Gucci belt\nI look at the world through my Gucci glasses\nI carry a burden, my Louie bag\nYou give 42 stacks, you can have that\nI got the baking soda in my frigerator\nI got the ziplock bags in my cabinet\nI'm ridin with thugger in that new whip\nWe see our enemies then we stop in traffic\nBitch nigga get at me!\n\n(Verse)\nMama ain't raised no savage\nBut if you owe me you better pay yo balance\nThe Brooklyn niggas, they so valid\nYou a deadbeat shooter, ain't man enough to raise yo ratchet\nScreamin you the best but you ain't no Khaled\nI got a bird in my paw and it ain't no parrot\nBig homie, that ain't yo status\nI got them clips on my hip and they ain't no malice\n\n(Hook)\nBitch nigga get at me, yea\nBitch nigga get at me, yea\nBitch nigga get at me, yea\nBitch nigga get at me, huh\nI'm reppin my gang, yea (I'm flaggin)\nI'm reppin my gang, yea (I'm flaggin)\nI'm reppin my gang, yea (wave yo flag)\nI'm reppin my gang, yea (wave yo flag)\nBitch nigga get at me, yea\n\n(Bridge 2)\nI be in the club throwin bottles up\nWe getting money, I be where them stacks be\nBitch boy say they wanna do something\nBut they never ever get at me\nIf I ain't the heads up I'm on Lafayette\nIt ain't hard to find Mr. Maggy\nBitch boy say they wanna do something\nBut they never ever get at me\nBitch nigga get at me!\n\n(Verse)\nPop hammers, fly clothes watch wearer\niPhone 5 cameras, my flows got clearer\nGrind hella, dime scrambler, I am a wise planner\nNone of yall drop grammar like the men in my mirror\nYacht seller, shop blamer, cop scarer\nTurn this track to a deadbeat like a man who can't buy Pampers\nCursed like a song bitch, motherfucker goddamner\nMan I run this shit, like my plans, so tell em get at me\n\n(Hook)\nBitch nigga get at me, yea\nBitch nigga get at me, yea\nBitch nigga get at me, yea\nBitch nigga get at me, huh\nI'm reppin my gang, yea\nI'm reppin my gang, yea\nI'm reppin my gang, yea\nI'm reppin my gang, yea\nBitch nigga get at me.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get At Me Feat. Ron Browz\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 176387\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro)\n  Yea\n  Real nigga shit\n  Huh\n  You got a problem nigga?\n  Get at me nigga\n\n  (Hook)\n  Bitch nigga get at me, yea\n  Bitch nigga get at me, yea\n  Bitch nigga get at me, yea\n  Bitch nigga get at me, huh\n  I'm reppin my gang, yea (I'm flaggin)\n  I'm reppin my gang, yea (I'm flaggin)\n  I'm reppin my gang, yea (wave yo flag)\n  I'm reppin my gang, yea (wave yo flag)\n  Bitch nigga get at me, yea\n\n  (Bridge 1)\n  I get me the thing in my Gucci belt\n  I look at the world through my Gucci glasses\n  I carry a burden, my Louie bag\n  You give 42 stacks, you can have that\n  I got the baking soda in my frigerator\n  I got the ziplock bags in my cabinet\n  I'm ridin with thugger in that new whip\n  We see our enemies then we stop in traffic\n  Bitch nigga get at me!\n\n  (Verse)\n  Mama ain't raised no savage\n  But if you owe me you better pay yo balance\n  The Brooklyn niggas, they so valid\n  You a deadbeat shooter, ain't man enough to raise yo ratchet\n  Screamin you the best but you ain't no Khaled\n  I got a bird in my paw and it ain't no parrot\n  Big homie, that ain't yo status\n  I got them clips on my hip and they ain't no malice\n\n  (Hook)\n  Bitch nigga get at me, yea\n  Bitch nigga get at me, yea\n  Bitch nigga get at me, yea\n  Bitch nigga get at me, huh\n  I'm reppin my gang, yea (I'm flaggin)\n  I'm reppin my gang, yea (I'm flaggin)\n  I'm reppin my gang, yea (wave yo flag)\n  I'm reppin my gang, yea (wave yo flag)\n  Bitch nigga get at me, yea\n\n  (Bridge 2)\n  I be in the club throwin bottles up\n  We getting money, I be where them stacks be\n  Bitch boy say they wanna do something\n  But they never ever get at me\n  If I ain't the heads up I'm on Lafayette\n  It ain't hard to find Mr. Maggy\n  Bitch boy say they wanna do something\n  But they never ever get at me\n  Bitch nigga get at me!\n\n  (Verse)\n  Pop hammers, fly clothes watch wearer\n  iPhone 5 cameras, my flows got clearer\n  Grind hella, dime scrambler, I am a wise planner\n  None of yall drop grammar like the men in my mirror\n  Yacht seller, shop blamer, cop scarer\n  Turn this track to a deadbeat like a man who can't buy Pampers\n  Cursed like a song bitch, motherfucker goddamner\n  Man I run this shit, like my plans, so tell em get at me\n\n  (Hook)\n  Bitch nigga get at me, yea\n  Bitch nigga get at me, yea\n  Bitch nigga get at me, yea\n  Bitch nigga get at me, huh\n  I'm reppin my gang, yea\n  I'm reppin my gang, yea\n  I'm reppin my gang, yea\n  I'm reppin my gang, yea\n  Bitch nigga get at me.\n"},{"id":17511043,"name":"Cure Feat. Erykah Badu","trackName":"Cure Feat. Erykah Badu","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":337.226667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse)\nI was born in a human body, I'm deadly and dangerous\nThe way I decrease life quality is outrageous\nBut you don't gotta worry, I'm not contagious\nI'm genetic, I travel through your family for ages\nI could live in yo daughter, I could live in yo son\nIf you smoke cigarettes, I could live in yo lungs\nI can develop in yo stomach and be that small\nBut I grow to the size of a basketball\nNow you can ignore me and try to pass it on\nYou'll be a statistic, in the casket gone\nI could be a sharp pain that you feel in yo spine\nI can be a brain tumor on the back of yo mind\nI'll even be in yo food if you eatin that swine\nDon't go to the doctor so you never catch me in time\nI done cause some strong men to lose they strength\nEven cause some pretty women to lose they breaths\nOnly God know the cure and to whom he bless\nIs the chosen, he choose the best\nI'm a physical enemy, here to bring miserable treachery\nI can affect him, her, they, you or them and me\nBut one small woman gotta checkup randomly\nThey burn me out of her body with chemo therapy\nIf you come late I'll deflate your energy\nTake all of your hairt and erase your memory\nI can shorten your life if you livin it long\nEven took a black queen named Vivian Strong\nIf you don't go to the doctor that mean you support me\nThe only way to stop me is to catch me early\nAnd gangstas who think I can't get in yo body\nI even claimed the life of mobster John Gotti\nHave you had a checkup? If no is your answer\nThem let me introduce myself, my name is cancer\n\n(Chorus x2)\nHe rides to it\nDon't stress a lot\nPut protection on\nIf he's in your home\n\n(Verse)\nThe prettiest woman out here blows long in the wind\nEven sip when she wasn't soft as her skin\nTeeth look like ivory, pleasant as a beach\nBreasts like 2 watermelons, ripe like a peach\nOn the outside, sexy as can be\nBut on the inside she's infected with me\nShe be up in every neighborhood, dead on the street\nGive you her phone number, give you head in the V\nAnd she don't like condom, she sex it for free\nSo if you ever met er get tested for me\nEvery single day I add names to my dying list\nMy epidemic is strong as an iron fist\nYou should check your body fluids, that's where I exist\nCan travel through saliva, I hope you like to kiss\nYou can't get rid of me, you can cry and wish\nIt's no denying this, science says\nHe says I was born in Africa, but he's a lying bitch\nI was born in the laboratory, my father's a scientist\nYou can't contact me if you walk in a bathroom\nOr if you talk to your classmate in your classroom\nYou never see me coming, I'm smooth as a jazz tune\nNot airborne, I pass moves\nBut you should make sure they clean the needle when you getting them tattoos\nI'm the reason the word positive means bad news\nIdiotic if you don't believe in me\nEven took a great rapper named Easy E\nIf you have a lot of sex you should have some condoms\nCuz you could live with me, ask Magic Johnson\nI enter your body with only one assumed mission\nThat's only to break down your immune system\nBecome sick easy cuz you not immune\nAnd I can pass over through every open wound\nSo make sure you put a Band-Aid on your cut\nBefore you shake another man's hands sayin wussup\nI'm physical and visible, you can't feel me\nMedicine, I'm invincible, you can't kill me\nAIDS is my name, don't get it wrong\nIt stands for Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome\n(Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome,\nAcquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome)\n\n(Chorus x2)\nHe rides to it\nDon't stress a lot\nPut protection on\nIf he's in your home\n\n(Verse)\nThis drug addict named Raj is infected with my evil\nGot some new dope he wanna try with his people\nHe said go ahead and try it, it's some brand new diesel\nThat's when I found myself travelling through a needle\nDon't even know what he getting into is a shame\nTied his arm up and pump me right in his vein\nHe had a lot of women, was living to play his life\nBut he was married, he took me home to his wife\nNow she's a carrier who carries on with me\nHis wife had a baby, the baby was born with me\nAnd I hope that you wouldn't take this song silly\nA lot of people infected, it's a strong pity\nYou got a jimmy hat? Then you should put on jimmy\nLet's protect ourselves, we should all, really\nI'm tryna live long, won't you live long with me?\nSuburbs to the city, sing this song with me\n\n(Chorus x3)\nHe rides to it\nDon't stress a lot\nPut protection on\nIf he's in your home","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.58] (Verse)\n[00:13.81] I was born in a human body, I'm deadly and dangerous\n[00:17.04] The way I decrease life quality is outrageous\n[00:19.92] But you don't gotta worry, I'm not contagious\n[00:22.11] I'm genetic, I travel through your family for ages\n[00:25.36] I could live in yo daughter, I could live in yo son\n[00:27.86] If you smoke cigarettes, I could live in yo lungs\n[00:30.65] I can develop in yo stomach and be that small\n[00:33.21] But I grow to the size of a basketball\n[00:36.07] Now you can ignore me and try to pass it on\n[00:38.83] You'll be a statistic, in the casket gone\n[00:41.69] I could be a sharp pain that you feel in yo spine\n[00:44.33] I can be a brain tumor on the back of yo mind\n[00:47.32] I'll even be in yo food if you eatin that swine\n[00:49.77] Don't go to the doctor so you never catch me in time\n[00:52.39] I done cause some strong men to lose they strength\n[00:55.70] Even cause some pretty women to lose they breaths\n[00:58.31] Only God know the cure and to whom he bless\n[01:00.82] Is the chosen, he choose the best\n[01:03.02] I'm a physical enemy, here to bring miserable treachery\n[01:06.30] I can affect him, her, they, you or them and me\n[01:09.29] But one small woman gotta checkup randomly\n[01:11.77] They burn me out of her body with chemo therapy\n[01:14.66] If you come late I'll deflate your energy\n[01:17.94] Take all of your hairt and erase your memory\n[01:20.11] I can shorten your life if you livin it long\n[01:22.87] Even took a black queen named Vivian Strong\n[01:25.71] If you don't go to the doctor that mean you support me\n[01:28.42] The only way to stop me is to catch me early\n[01:31.54] And gangstas who think I can't get in yo body\n[01:34.24] I even claimed the life of mobster John Gotti\n[01:36.91] Have you had a checkup? If no is your answer\n[01:39.65] Them let me introduce myself, my name is cancer\n[01:42.58] (Chorus x2)\n[01:43.53] He rides to it\n[01:46.16] Don't stress a lot\n[01:48.95] Put protection on\n[01:51.69] If he's in your home\n[02:03.52] (Verse)\n[02:04.66] The prettiest woman out here blows long in the wind\n[02:07.37] Even sip when she wasn't soft as her skin\n[02:10.25] Teeth look like ivory, pleasant as a beach\n[02:13.06] Breasts like 2 watermelons, ripe like a peach\n[02:15.61] On the outside, sexy as can be\n[02:18.68] But on the inside she's infected with me\n[02:21.03] She be up in every neighborhood, dead on the street\n[02:23.40] Give you her phone number, give you head in the V\n[02:26.48] And she don't like condom, she sex it for free\n[02:28.86] So if you ever met er get tested for me\n[02:31.82] Every single day I add names to my dying list\n[02:35.20] My epidemic is strong as an iron fist\n[02:37.75] You should check your body fluids, that's where I exist\n[02:40.41] Can travel through saliva, I hope you like to kiss\n[02:43.38] You can't get rid of me, you can cry and wish\n[02:45.81] It's no denying this, science says\n[02:47.76] He says I was born in Africa, but he's a lying bitch\n[02:50.78] I was born in the laboratory, my father's a scientist\n[02:54.09] You can't contact me if you walk in a bathroom\n[02:56.97] Or if you talk to your classmate in your classroom\n[02:59.60] You never see me coming, I'm smooth as a jazz tune\n[03:02.33] Not airborne, I pass moves\n[03:04.61] But you should make sure they clean the needle when you getting them tattoos\n[03:08.01] I'm the reason the word positive means bad news\n[03:11.08] Idiotic if you don't believe in me\n[03:13.30] Even took a great rapper named Easy E\n[03:16.15] If you have a lot of sex you should have some condoms\n[03:18.85] Cuz you could live with me, ask Magic Johnson\n[03:21.95] I enter your body with only one assumed mission\n[03:24.75] That's only to break down your immune system\n[03:27.68] Become sick easy cuz you not immune\n[03:30.62] And I can pass over through every open wound\n[03:32.92] So make sure you put a Band-Aid on your cut\n[03:35.33] Before you shake another man's hands sayin wussup\n[03:37.88] I'm physical and visible, you can't feel me\n[03:40.93] Medicine, I'm invincible, you can't kill me\n[03:43.80] AIDS is my name, don't get it wrong\n[03:46.22] It stands for Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome\n[03:49.23] (Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome,\n[03:52.38] Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome)\n[03:54.87] (Chorus x2)\n[03:55.85] He rides to it\n[03:58.59] Don't stress a lot\n[04:01.23] Put protection on\n[04:04.17] If he's in your home\n[04:15.96] (Verse)\n[04:17.05] This drug addict named Raj is infected with my evil\n[04:19.73] Got some new dope he wanna try with his people\n[04:22.65] He said go ahead and try it, it's some brand new diesel\n[04:25.05] That's when I found myself travelling through a needle\n[04:27.80] Don't even know what he getting into is a shame\n[04:30.56] Tied his arm up and pump me right in his vein\n[04:33.47] He had a lot of women, was living to play his life\n[04:36.21] But he was married, he took me home to his wife\n[04:39.08] Now she's a carrier who carries on with me\n[04:41.55] His wife had a baby, the baby was born with me\n[04:44.41] And I hope that you wouldn't take this song silly\n[04:47.14] A lot of people infected, it's a strong pity\n[04:50.11] You got a jimmy hat? Then you should put on jimmy\n[04:52.77] Let's protect ourselves, we should all, really\n[04:55.39] I'm tryna live long, won't you live long with me?\n[04:58.39] Suburbs to the city, sing this song with me\n[05:00.99] (Chorus x3)\n[05:02.22] He rides to it\n[05:04.73] Don't stress a lot\n[05:07.58] Put protection on\n[05:10.26] If he's in your home\n[05:34.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cure Feat. 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Mobb Depp","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":214.88,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nStraight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\nThe apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\nAt the dice game, keep a mag on me\nWhy would I let another man ask bet me\nI'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\nA nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\nSo the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\nWhen you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\nI live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\nPapoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\nKing of New York, cop the caliber\nMy raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\nWhy everybody out of character?\nThey all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\nChampion, I'm not yo challenger\nStop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nI'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\nWhat made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\nMister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\nCall it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\nI'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\nHandle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\nCandy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\nYea world war gave you what you starved for\nAll my shooters buy products of the worst recession\nAim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\nGet that shit right there, it's irrelevant\nThe niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\nSo your next move better be your best move\nLike a chess move or get yo chest smooth\nCuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\nCuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nBack from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\nThe drought is done, it's rain season\nYou can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\nIt's gonna pour cats and dogs\nThunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\nWhen I black out make you miss me like\nNigga, where you been at? Word\nBout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\nThey look like punks and act like a woman\nYou need danger, a little ratchet\nYou need this lightning, I put a little pressure\nJust to balance things out, we're not the same\nSome niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\nSome is real or some is fake\nYou draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n(Hook)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aim Shoot Feat. Mobb Depp\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 214880\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Straight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\n  The apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\n  At the dice game, keep a mag on me\n  Why would I let another man ask bet me\n  I'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\n  A nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\n  So the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\n  When you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\n  I live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\n  Papoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\n  King of New York, cop the caliber\n  My raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\n  Why everybody out of character?\n  They all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\n  Champion, I'm not yo challenger\n  Stop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  I'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\n  What made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\n  Mister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\n  Call it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\n  I'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\n  Handle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\n  Candy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\n  Yea world war gave you what you starved for\n  All my shooters buy products of the worst recession\n  Aim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\n  Get that shit right there, it's irrelevant\n  The niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\n  So your next move better be your best move\n  Like a chess move or get yo chest smooth\n  Cuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\n  Cuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Back from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\n  The drought is done, it's rain season\n  You can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\n  It's gonna pour cats and dogs\n  Thunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\n  When I black out make you miss me like\n  Nigga, where you been at? Word\n  Bout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\n  They look like punks and act like a woman\n  You need danger, a little ratchet\n  You need this lightning, I put a little pressure\n  Just to balance things out, we're not the same\n  Some niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\n  Some is real or some is fake\n  You draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n  (Hook)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n"},{"id":14221532,"name":"Die Like a G","trackName":"Die Like a G","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro)\nThey say you live by it, die by it\nThe life of a G...\n\n(Hook)\nIf my death is anything like my life\nThen I'ma die like a G\nThrow your hammers up in the sky just for me\nI don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me\nNigga what! Hit you up with the Mack\nNigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap\nSendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back\nSo I ride around the town with the gun in my lap\n\n(Verse 1)\nAyo my bond is my life, my word is my bond\nYou pull the 2-5, I'ma pull the FoFo long\nNiggas can't stop my reign, my buzz too strong\nI was here when you came, I'll be here when you gone\nKeep talkin' like you tough when you're singin' ya song\nI blow ya head off, make the morgue sow it back on\nNiggas catch beef in the night, and slip in the dawn\nThat's why the most bodies get dropped in the early morn'\nWhen the body gets scooped up and shipped to the morgue\nThe killer go in the crib and pillow talk to his girl\nBaby mom say she gon' send him where he belong\nCall the cops that's what happens when the woman is scorned\nAt the end of most arguments somebody get warned\nAlways gotta be right, just admit when you wrong\nSay you gon' ride through the hood and blow your chromes\nBut you just bop through the hood and blow your horn\n\n(Hook)\nIf my death is anything like my life\nThen I'ma die like a G\nThrow your hammers up in the sky just for me\nI don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me\nNigga what! Hit you up with the Mack\nNigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap\nSendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back\nSo I ride around the town with the gun in my lap\n\n(Verse 2)\nFeel like I'm Tarzan, aw man, my girl Jane\nMy homies wild like the animals we all bang\nLookin' for this coward 'cause he owe me some small change\nHeard he in the gambling spot,\nHow you gon' gamble while you owe me homie?\nI ran up in the card game with that long thing\nI'm puttin' dots on they heads while they playing poker\nI ain't playin' with ya'll lames,\nMan I gave them niggas polka dots like Charmane\nSayin' they killers, man when they gon' start killin'\nWhen blood starts spillin' ya'll start sayin' ya'll chillin'\nLet them outta town niggas catch ya'll slippin'\nPump work on the block, took food outta ya'll kitchen\nFlossed in ya parties, sexed all of ya'll women\nYou runnin' round talkin' bout you ain't got no hard feelings\nYou ain't got no hard feelings 'cause you're really a broad\nThis nigga soft, I don't feel him if his feelings ain't hard\n\n(Hook)\nIf my death is anything like my life\nThen I'ma die like a G\nThrow your hammers up in the sky just for me\nI don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me\nNigga what! Hit you up with the Mack\nNigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap\nSendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back\nSo I ride around the town with the gun in my lap\n\n(Verse 3)\n'Cause snatch you sharks out the ocean, and watch you die\nTake you guppies out the fish tank and let you dry\nKill you piranhas at the blink of an eye\nBut I ain't thinkin' bout you I got some bigger fish to fry\n'Cause when a nigga live the thug life and somebody hit 'em\nThe family always wanna blame the person who with 'em\nSo if you was with your homie and ya'll got hit up\nAnd he ain't make it and you make it then you better grip up\nNow it's more homicide, more bloodshed\n'Cause all they really wanna know is why you ain't dead\nA nigga follow my whip I ain't gon' scream and shout\nI'ma lead 'em to his death, that's what I'm about\nCall my homie on the cell, you chillin no doubt\nThese niggas followin' the whip, they must think I'm a slouch\nI'ma ride through the block, by the club house\nWhen you see the car behind me, air that shit out\n\n(Hook)\nIf my death is anything like my life\nThen I'ma die like a G\nThrow your hammers up in the sky just for me\nI don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me\nNigga what! Hit you up with the Mack\nNigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap\nSendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back\nSo I ride around the town with the gun in my lap","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Die Like a G\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro)\n  They say you live by it, die by it\n  The life of a G...\n\n  (Hook)\n  If my death is anything like my life\n  Then I'ma die like a G\n  Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me\n  I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me\n  Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack\n  Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap\n  Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back\n  So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap\n\n  (Verse 1)\n  Ayo my bond is my life, my word is my bond\n  You pull the 2-5, I'ma pull the FoFo long\n  Niggas can't stop my reign, my buzz too strong\n  I was here when you came, I'll be here when you gone\n  Keep talkin' like you tough when you're singin' ya song\n  I blow ya head off, make the morgue sow it back on\n  Niggas catch beef in the night, and slip in the dawn\n  That's why the most bodies get dropped in the early morn'\n  When the body gets scooped up and shipped to the morgue\n  The killer go in the crib and pillow talk to his girl\n  Baby mom say she gon' send him where he belong\n  Call the cops that's what happens when the woman is scorned\n  At the end of most arguments somebody get warned\n  Always gotta be right, just admit when you wrong\n  Say you gon' ride through the hood and blow your chromes\n  But you just bop through the hood and blow your horn\n\n  (Hook)\n  If my death is anything like my life\n  Then I'ma die like a G\n  Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me\n  I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me\n  Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack\n  Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap\n  Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back\n  So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap\n\n  (Verse 2)\n  Feel like I'm Tarzan, aw man, my girl Jane\n  My homies wild like the animals we all bang\n  Lookin' for this coward 'cause he owe me some small change\n  Heard he in the gambling spot,\n  How you gon' gamble while you owe me homie?\n  I ran up in the card game with that long thing\n  I'm puttin' dots on they heads while they playing poker\n  I ain't playin' with ya'll lames,\n  Man I gave them niggas polka dots like Charmane\n  Sayin' they killers, man when they gon' start killin'\n  When blood starts spillin' ya'll start sayin' ya'll chillin'\n  Let them outta town niggas catch ya'll slippin'\n  Pump work on the block, took food outta ya'll kitchen\n  Flossed in ya parties, sexed all of ya'll women\n  You runnin' round talkin' bout you ain't got no hard feelings\n  You ain't got no hard feelings 'cause you're really a broad\n  This nigga soft, I don't feel him if his feelings ain't hard\n\n  (Hook)\n  If my death is anything like my life\n  Then I'ma die like a G\n  Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me\n  I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me\n  Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack\n  Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap\n  Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back\n  So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap\n\n  (Verse 3)\n  'Cause snatch you sharks out the ocean, and watch you die\n  Take you guppies out the fish tank and let you dry\n  Kill you piranhas at the blink of an eye\n  But I ain't thinkin' bout you I got some bigger fish to fry\n  'Cause when a nigga live the thug life and somebody hit 'em\n  The family always wanna blame the person who with 'em\n  So if you was with your homie and ya'll got hit up\n  And he ain't make it and you make it then you better grip up\n  Now it's more homicide, more bloodshed\n  'Cause all they really wanna know is why you ain't dead\n  A nigga follow my whip I ain't gon' scream and shout\n  I'ma lead 'em to his death, that's what I'm about\n  Call my homie on the cell, you chillin no doubt\n  These niggas followin' the whip, they must think I'm a slouch\n  I'ma ride through the block, by the club house\n  When you see the car behind me, air that shit out\n\n  (Hook)\n  If my death is anything like my life\n  Then I'ma die like a G\n  Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me\n  I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me\n  Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack\n  Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap\n  Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back\n  So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap\n"},{"id":14221487,"name":"Mother Ghetto","trackName":"Mother Ghetto","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro)\nBrooklyn, rise to the occasion\nPapoose, PK\n\n(Hook)\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n\n(Verse)\nAll the thorough bread borough heads, where yall from?\nAll the hundred dollar billers villains, where yall from?\nAll the low key OG's, where yall from?\nGot a gat, cock it back, let me hear yall gun\nCome and take a walk through my horde, I'll guide yo vision\nWhen niggas who ain't ready to die get shot for livin\nStepped out the building another day, my time was tickin\nBut had to make a U turn, damn forgot the biskey\nI stashed it on the side of the sink, behind the dishes\nOn Sundays I praise gun plays, that's my religion\nWalking down the block with a boppin rhythm,\nHad to take a leak behind the green garbage can,\nWho needs a pot to piss in?\nThat's when I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison\nWuddup son? Noticed his grin looked kinds different\nHe had a long scar on his face, somebody jigged him\nI got away when he got knocked, wish I was with him\nThey put the green light out, know how the game go\nNiggas die for they colors, gotta respect the rainbow\nTake John through the slums just to get a coliday come\nHoodlems through they guns in the sewers and swallow they jums\nSnitches stopping the funs, when they hear the drama they run\nSo we throw the slugs to their tumors and silence they tongues\nRaw ball heist, hand to hand is far more trife\nCustomers be bangin on the spot doors all night\nI told the last customer your next time not like\nHe knock hard so I copped and took his heart not life\n\n(Bridge)\nThe mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\nMy bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\nYall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\nMy bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n\n(Hook)\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n\n(Verse)\nHome of the time of hoax with money missin and drama talks\nAnd you can tell a nigga from Brooklyn just how he walks\nThem Brownsville dudes carry gas in they draws\nCome through rockin a Rollie, better have it ensured\nThis New Yorkers will stab a millionaire til he bleed riches\nCop work from uptown niggas, fuck Queens bitches\n4 green killas run up in yo living room quick\nThem boys at canal, see you lay yo clique on the strip\nNobody politics in best up, who cares for that political shit?\nWe're robbin dog for his kibles and bits\nBushwick got beat cops, they actin like they own the streets\nThat's why we drop em like a verse and lay em on the beat\nCelebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when heap\nJust to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach\nIn Crown Heights they be workin them 2's, run hoop hoolups\nCome around yo way or put yo turf on the news\nDown town in Pican Ave got the flyest niggas\nYoungins takin over the trains, cursin over the loud speakers\nFlatbush they be totin, lean yo top smoking\nSince the trains had tokes them boys kept it locan\nFrom LG to Albany we was born to be thorough\nCypress Hill's the kings but now we the king borough\nI'm from Bang Bridge, we broke the law for the fun\nThe cats at Marcy will make you cough up a lung\nWherever you from, represent the hood you live\nWell keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge\n\n(Bridge)\nThe mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\nMy bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\nYall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\nMy bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n\n(Hook)\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n\n(Verse)\nIn the heaven of Bob, my hood, them pearly gates is locked\nWe the reason that cops traded 38's for Glocks\nWe the reason them cabs drive by, never trust you\nWe the reason you couldn't rock shines in the tunnel\nNiggas be starin and walkin, lookin back\nBut I rob a nigga blind and ask him what the fuck he lookin at?\nPatrol cars just wanna get essential book in pack\nDon't get caught in alleys with Brooklyn cats\nFace the fact that what you worship\nSo I pray with my backs towards the serpent\nHit the underground and changed all the rappers to the circus\nCelebrated Ike after he was murdered\nDue tradition we had him cremated\nPut his ashes in the shone and I wish I could've did magic when they burned him\nCuz the depths of this devilish fire within these matches don't deserve him\nIt's when life stay on the abs of the earth and where the staff givin summers\nKnowledge beneath the records of a target\nSecurity stay harassin and lurkin\nWhen a Brooklyn thug walk in the club, bounce his ass or skin they search us\nWhy pattin by my burners? You actin like you nervous\nMake a mistake and get shot by accident on purpose\n7 were made, when they sever yall faggots must've heard us\nI area code have the same factors of a murder\nWherever you from, represent the hood you live\nWell keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge\n\n(Bridge)\nThe mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\nMy bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\nYall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\nMy bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n\n(Hook)\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.97] (Intro)\n[00:02.92] Brooklyn, rise to the occasion\n[00:03.96] Papoose, PK\n[00:04.90] (Hook)\n[00:06.97] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[00:08.03] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[00:09.06] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[00:10.07] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[00:14.01] (Verse)\n[00:15.09] All the thorough bread borough heads, where yall from?\n[00:18.03] All the hundred dollar billers villains, where yall from?\n[00:20.12] All the low key OG's, where yall from?\n[00:23.17] Got a gat, cock it back, let me hear yall gun\n[00:26.12] Come and take a walk through my horde, I'll guide yo vision\n[00:29.23] When niggas who ain't ready to die get shot for livin\n[00:31.24] Stepped out the building another day, my time was tickin\n[00:34.23] But had to make a U turn, damn forgot the biskey\n[00:37.29] I stashed it on the side of the sink, behind the dishes\n[00:39.29] On Sundays I praise gun plays, that's my religion\n[00:42.39] Walking down the block with a boppin rhythm,\n[00:44.36] Had to take a leak behind the green garbage can,\n[00:47.36] Who needs a pot to piss in?\n[00:48.33] That's when I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison\n[00:50.34] Wuddup son? Noticed his grin looked kinds different\n[00:52.34] He had a long scar on his face, somebody jigged him\n[00:55.42] I got away when he got knocked, wish I was with him\n[00:58.47] They put the green light out, know how the game go\n[01:01.48] Niggas die for they colors, gotta respect the rainbow\n[01:03.40] Take John through the slums just to get a coliday come\n[01:06.54] Hoodlems through they guns in the sewers and swallow they jums\n[01:09.50] Snitches stopping the funs, when they hear the drama they run\n[01:11.57] So we throw the slugs to their tumors and silence they tongues\n[01:14.57] Raw ball heist, hand to hand is far more trife\n[01:16.58] Customers be bangin on the spot doors all night\n[01:19.67] I told the last customer your next time not like\n[01:22.63] He knock hard so I copped and took his heart not life\n[01:25.60] (Bridge)\n[01:26.73] The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\n[01:28.70] My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n[01:30.72] Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\n[01:33.73] My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n[01:35.84] (Hook)\n[01:36.84] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[01:37.81] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[01:38.86] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[01:40.78] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[01:45.86] (Verse)\n[01:46.89] Home of the time of hoax with money missin and drama talks\n[01:49.97] And you can tell a nigga from Brooklyn just how he walks\n[01:51.95] Them Brownsville dudes carry gas in they draws\n[01:54.98] Come through rockin a Rollie, better have it ensured\n[01:57.94] This New Yorkers will stab a millionaire til he bleed riches\n[01:59.92] Cop work from uptown niggas, fuck Queens bitches\n[02:03.02] 4 green killas run up in yo living room quick\n[02:06.08] Them boys at canal, see you lay yo clique on the strip\n[02:08.07] Nobody politics in best up, who cares for that political shit?\n[02:11.14] We're robbin dog for his kibles and bits\n[02:14.16] Bushwick got beat cops, they actin like they own the streets\n[02:16.16] That's why we drop em like a verse and lay em on the beat\n[02:19.14] Celebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when heap\n[02:22.10] Just to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach\n[02:25.27] In Crown Heights they be workin them 2's, run hoop hoolups\n[02:27.21] Come around yo way or put yo turf on the news\n[02:30.37] Down town in Pican Ave got the flyest niggas\n[02:32.33] Youngins takin over the trains, cursin over the loud speakers\n[02:35.38] Flatbush they be totin, lean yo top smoking\n[02:38.31] Since the trains had tokes them boys kept it locan\n[02:41.34] From LG to Albany we was born to be thorough\n[02:43.43] Cypress Hill's the kings but now we the king borough\n[02:46.41] I'm from Bang Bridge, we broke the law for the fun\n[02:48.46] The cats at Marcy will make you cough up a lung\n[02:51.46] Wherever you from, represent the hood you live\n[02:54.55] Well keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge\n[02:57.51] (Bridge)\n[02:58.57] The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\n[02:59.52] My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n[03:02.69] Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\n[03:05.63] My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n[03:07.62] (Hook)\n[03:08.67] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[03:10.79] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[03:13.70] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[03:15.71] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[03:18.82] (Verse)\n[03:19.82] In the heaven of Bob, my hood, them pearly gates is locked\n[03:21.80] We the reason that cops traded 38's for Glocks\n[03:23.89] We the reason them cabs drive by, never trust you\n[03:26.96] We the reason you couldn't rock shines in the tunnel\n[03:29.96] Niggas be starin and walkin, lookin back\n[03:31.94] But I rob a nigga blind and ask him what the fuck he lookin at?\n[03:34.91] Patrol cars just wanna get essential book in pack\n[03:37.07] Don't get caught in alleys with Brooklyn cats\n[03:39.01] Face the fact that what you worship\n[03:42.02] So I pray with my backs towards the serpent\n[03:43.04] Hit the underground and changed all the rappers to the circus\n[03:46.04] Celebrated Ike after he was murdered\n[03:48.11] Due tradition we had him cremated\n[03:50.15] Put his ashes in the shone and I wish I could've did magic when they burned him\n[03:53.18] Cuz the depths of this devilish fire within these matches don't deserve him\n[03:56.13] It's when life stay on the abs of the earth and where the staff givin summers\n[03:59.26] Knowledge beneath the records of a target\n[04:01.25] Security stay harassin and lurkin\n[04:03.29] When a Brooklyn thug walk in the club, bounce his ass or skin they search us\n[04:07.22] Why pattin by my burners? You actin like you nervous\n[04:09.36] Make a mistake and get shot by accident on purpose\n[04:12.37] 7 were made, when they sever yall faggots must've heard us\n[04:15.35] I area code have the same factors of a murder\n[04:18.36] Wherever you from, represent the hood you live\n[04:20.31] Well keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge\n[04:23.37] (Bridge)\n[04:24.34] The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\n[04:26.20] My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n[04:29.37] Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\n[04:31.35] My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n[04:34.32] (Hook)\n[04:35.30] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[04:37.35] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[04:39.41] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n[04:42.47] Where Brooklyn at? 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Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 96840\n  end_ms: 97810\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 97810\n  end_ms: 98860\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 98860\n  end_ms: 100780\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? 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Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 188670\n  end_ms: 190790\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 190790\n  end_ms: 193700\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 193700\n  end_ms: 195710\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 195710\n  end_ms: 198820\n- text: (Verse)\n  start_ms: 198820\n  end_ms: 199820\n- text: In the heaven of Bob, my hood, them pearly gates is locked\n  start_ms: 199820\n  end_ms: 201800\n- text: We the reason that cops traded 38's for Glocks\n  start_ms: 201800\n  end_ms: 203890\n- text: We the reason them cabs drive by, never trust you\n  start_ms: 203890\n  end_ms: 206960\n- text: We the reason you couldn't rock shines in the tunnel\n  start_ms: 206960\n  end_ms: 209960\n- text: Niggas be starin and walkin, lookin back\n  start_ms: 209960\n  end_ms: 211940\n- text: But I rob a nigga blind and ask him what the fuck he lookin at?\n  start_ms: 211940\n  end_ms: 214910\n- text: Patrol cars just wanna get essential book in pack\n  start_ms: 214910\n  end_ms: 217070\n- text: Don't get caught in alleys with Brooklyn cats\n  start_ms: 217070\n  end_ms: 219010\n- text: Face the fact that what you worship\n  start_ms: 219010\n  end_ms: 222020\n- text: So I pray with my backs towards the serpent\n  start_ms: 222020\n  end_ms: 223040\n- text: Hit the underground and changed all the rappers to the circus\n  start_ms: 223040\n  end_ms: 226040\n- text: Celebrated Ike after he was murdered\n  start_ms: 226040\n  end_ms: 228110\n- text: Due tradition we had him cremated\n  start_ms: 228110\n  end_ms: 230150\n- text: Put his ashes in the shone and I wish I could've did magic when they burned him\n  start_ms: 230150\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: Cuz the depths of this devilish fire within these matches don't deserve him\n  start_ms: 233180\n  end_ms: 236130\n- text: It's when life stay on the abs of the earth and where the staff givin summers\n  start_ms: 236130\n  end_ms: 239260\n- text: Knowledge beneath the records of a target\n  start_ms: 239260\n  end_ms: 241250\n- text: Security stay harassin and lurkin\n  start_ms: 241250\n  end_ms: 243290\n- text: When a Brooklyn thug walk in the club, bounce his ass or skin they search us\n  start_ms: 243290\n  end_ms: 247220\n- text: Why pattin by my burners? You actin like you nervous\n  start_ms: 247220\n  end_ms: 249360\n- text: Make a mistake and get shot by accident on purpose\n  start_ms: 249360\n  end_ms: 252370\n- text: 7 were made, when they sever yall faggots must've heard us\n  start_ms: 252370\n  end_ms: 255350\n- text: I area code have the same factors of a murder\n  start_ms: 255350\n  end_ms: 258360\n- text: Wherever you from, represent the hood you live\n  start_ms: 258360\n  end_ms: 260310\n- text: Well keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge\n  start_ms: 260310\n  end_ms: 263370\n- text: (Bridge)\n  start_ms: 263370\n  end_ms: 264340\n- text: The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\n  start_ms: 264340\n  end_ms: 266200\n- text: My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n  start_ms: 266200\n  end_ms: 269370\n- text: Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\n  start_ms: 269370\n  end_ms: 271350\n- text: My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n  start_ms: 271350\n  end_ms: 274320\n- text: (Hook)\n  start_ms: 274320\n  end_ms: 275300\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 275300\n  end_ms: 277350\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 277350\n  end_ms: 279410\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 279410\n  end_ms: 282470\n- text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  start_ms: 282470\n  end_ms: 284410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 284410\nplain: |-\n  (Intro)\n  Brooklyn, rise to the occasion\n  Papoose, PK\n\n  (Hook)\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n\n  (Verse)\n  All the thorough bread borough heads, where yall from?\n  All the hundred dollar billers villains, where yall from?\n  All the low key OG's, where yall from?\n  Got a gat, cock it back, let me hear yall gun\n  Come and take a walk through my horde, I'll guide yo vision\n  When niggas who ain't ready to die get shot for livin\n  Stepped out the building another day, my time was tickin\n  But had to make a U turn, damn forgot the biskey\n  I stashed it on the side of the sink, behind the dishes\n  On Sundays I praise gun plays, that's my religion\n  Walking down the block with a boppin rhythm,\n  Had to take a leak behind the green garbage can,\n  Who needs a pot to piss in?\n  That's when I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison\n  Wuddup son? Noticed his grin looked kinds different\n  He had a long scar on his face, somebody jigged him\n  I got away when he got knocked, wish I was with him\n  They put the green light out, know how the game go\n  Niggas die for they colors, gotta respect the rainbow\n  Take John through the slums just to get a coliday come\n  Hoodlems through they guns in the sewers and swallow they jums\n  Snitches stopping the funs, when they hear the drama they run\n  So we throw the slugs to their tumors and silence they tongues\n  Raw ball heist, hand to hand is far more trife\n  Customers be bangin on the spot doors all night\n  I told the last customer your next time not like\n  He knock hard so I copped and took his heart not life\n\n  (Bridge)\n  The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\n  My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n  Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\n  My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n\n  (Hook)\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n\n  (Verse)\n  Home of the time of hoax with money missin and drama talks\n  And you can tell a nigga from Brooklyn just how he walks\n  Them Brownsville dudes carry gas in they draws\n  Come through rockin a Rollie, better have it ensured\n  This New Yorkers will stab a millionaire til he bleed riches\n  Cop work from uptown niggas, fuck Queens bitches\n  4 green killas run up in yo living room quick\n  Them boys at canal, see you lay yo clique on the strip\n  Nobody politics in best up, who cares for that political shit?\n  We're robbin dog for his kibles and bits\n  Bushwick got beat cops, they actin like they own the streets\n  That's why we drop em like a verse and lay em on the beat\n  Celebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when heap\n  Just to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach\n  In Crown Heights they be workin them 2's, run hoop hoolups\n  Come around yo way or put yo turf on the news\n  Down town in Pican Ave got the flyest niggas\n  Youngins takin over the trains, cursin over the loud speakers\n  Flatbush they be totin, lean yo top smoking\n  Since the trains had tokes them boys kept it locan\n  From LG to Albany we was born to be thorough\n  Cypress Hill's the kings but now we the king borough\n  I'm from Bang Bridge, we broke the law for the fun\n  The cats at Marcy will make you cough up a lung\n  Wherever you from, represent the hood you live\n  Well keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge\n\n  (Bridge)\n  The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\n  My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n  Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\n  My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n\n  (Hook)\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n\n  (Verse)\n  In the heaven of Bob, my hood, them pearly gates is locked\n  We the reason that cops traded 38's for Glocks\n  We the reason them cabs drive by, never trust you\n  We the reason you couldn't rock shines in the tunnel\n  Niggas be starin and walkin, lookin back\n  But I rob a nigga blind and ask him what the fuck he lookin at?\n  Patrol cars just wanna get essential book in pack\n  Don't get caught in alleys with Brooklyn cats\n  Face the fact that what you worship\n  So I pray with my backs towards the serpent\n  Hit the underground and changed all the rappers to the circus\n  Celebrated Ike after he was murdered\n  Due tradition we had him cremated\n  Put his ashes in the shone and I wish I could've did magic when they burned him\n  Cuz the depths of this devilish fire within these matches don't deserve him\n  It's when life stay on the abs of the earth and where the staff givin summers\n  Knowledge beneath the records of a target\n  Security stay harassin and lurkin\n  When a Brooklyn thug walk in the club, bounce his ass or skin they search us\n  Why pattin by my burners? You actin like you nervous\n  Make a mistake and get shot by accident on purpose\n  7 were made, when they sever yall faggots must've heard us\n  I area code have the same factors of a murder\n  Wherever you from, represent the hood you live\n  Well keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge\n\n  (Bridge)\n  The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone\n  My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n  Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong\n  My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no\n\n  (Hook)\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n"},{"id":14221514,"name":"Pimpin Won't Die","trackName":"Pimpin Won't Die","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook)\nPimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\nThe pimpin won't die\nWutchu doin on the street?\nYou ain't a pimp, she's a kid\nThe pimpin won't die\nTo all men and women\nYou talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\nThe pimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto\n\n(Bridge 1)\nI hope this song finds you in good health\nI got my thinking caps on\nWhatever happened to that baby from that 2 Pac song?\nWe gotta start where they left off, to move our zone\nIf you won't do the same, you rock wrong\n\n(Verse)\nShe was born in the bathroom, her mama left her in the trashcan\nWould be dead but she got found by the garbage man\nRemember her pops who molest er\nHer moms' name was Brenda\nBaby girl all alone, she grew up on her own\nWent from foster home to foster home\nShe keep her fingernails clean, low rider jeans\nBut her low rider jeans ain't low as her self-esteem\nThis happens every day, nobody deserve this\nShe grew up to feel worth less\nHer parents gambled with her life\nEvens in all, choose\nYou just witnessed the birth of a prostitute\n\n(Hook)\nPimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\nThe pimpin won't die\nWutchu doin on the street?\nYou ain't a pimp, she's a kid\nThe pimpin won't die\nTo all men and women\nYou talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\nThe pimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto\n\n(Verse)\nThey say it's 2 ways out of the ghetto\nEither you rappin or you playin ball\nI done heard people say it all\nThose male dominating ways for a man to prevail\nBut what's the exit for a young female?\nEither you shippin or you go to school\nPlay dumb when you young and be a older fool\nKnow to choose, the older dudes try to school her every day\nHer response was well, anyway\nShe rather take the ass titty way\nThey say human experience beats book knowledge every day\nSomebody help this child, can we pray?\nCuz she rather take human experience\nShe see them other prostitutes getting it, now she curious\nShe's locked in the zone\nWith parts of her body getting sold\nAin't listen to what the old timers told, call em old\nThe only thing worse than getting old\nIs not getting old, the block's getting cold\n\n(Hook)\nPimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\nThe pimpin won't die\nWutchu doin on the street?\nYou ain't a pimp, she's a kid\nThe pimpin won't die\nTo all men and women\nYou talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\nThe pimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto\n\n(Bridge 2)\nI hope this song finds you in good health\nI got my thinking caps on\nWhat ever happened to that kid from that Slick Rick song?\nWe gotta start where they left off, to move our zone\nIf you won't do the same, you rock wrong\n\n(Verse)\nSee that once was a little boy, you was misled\nBy another little boy and this is what he said\nAs I quote from a man, you hope me gonna make some cash\nRobbing old folks to making a dash\nHe was only 17, in a mad man's dream\nThe cops shot him, he survived that, back on the scene\nRobbery ain't work so he got a new thing\nHe digging in the scene with his gangsta lean\nWe suck the blood out them girls that call him a bloodsucker\nAsk my opinion, I call him a motherfucker\nHe gambled with his own life, head crack 6\nYou just witnessed the birth of a pimp\n\n(Hook)\nPimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\nThe pimpin won't die\nWutchu doin on the street?\nYou ain't a pimp, she's a kid\nThe pimpin won't die\nTo all men and women\nYou talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\nThe pimpin won't die\nIn the ghetto\n\nThe pimpin won't die\nThe pimpin won't die\nThe pimpin won't die","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.38] (Hook)\n[00:02.16] Pimpin won't die\n[00:04.95] In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n[00:09.63] The pimpin won't die\n[00:11.44] Wutchu doin on the street?\n[00:13.20] You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n[00:15.98] The pimpin won't die\n[00:17.74] To all men and women\n[00:19.40] You talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\n[00:22.13] The pimpin won't die\n[00:24.28] In the ghetto\n[00:26.01] (Bridge 1)\n[00:27.36] I hope this song finds you in good health\n[00:29.95] I got my thinking caps on\n[00:32.16] Whatever happened to that baby from that 2 Pac song?\n[00:35.22] We gotta start where they left off, to move our zone\n[00:38.26] If you won't do the same, you rock wrong\n[00:39.33] (Verse)\n[00:40.32] She was born in the bathroom, her mama left her in the trashcan\n[00:44.94] Would be dead but she got found by the garbage man\n[00:48.20] Remember her pops who molest er\n[00:51.30] Her moms' name was Brenda\n[00:54.11] Baby girl all alone, she grew up on her own\n[00:57.32] Went from foster home to foster home\n[01:00.43] She keep her fingernails clean, low rider jeans\n[01:04.09] But her low rider jeans ain't low as her self-esteem\n[01:07.48] This happens every day, nobody deserve this\n[01:10.37] She grew up to feel worth less\n[01:12.55] Her parents gambled with her life\n[01:14.50] Evens in all, choose\n[01:17.13] You just witnessed the birth of a prostitute\n[01:19.24] (Hook)\n[01:20.06] Pimpin won't die\n[01:22.09] In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n[01:26.58] The pimpin won't die\n[01:28.00] Wutchu doin on the street?\n[01:29.79] You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n[01:33.06] The pimpin won't die\n[01:34.34] To all men and women\n[01:35.99] You talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\n[01:39.09] The pimpin won't die\n[01:40.83] In the ghetto\n[01:42.00] (Verse)\n[01:42.46] They say it's 2 ways out of the ghetto\n[01:46.89] Either you rappin or you playin ball\n[01:49.27] I done heard people say it all\n[01:51.79] Those male dominating ways for a man to prevail\n[01:54.74] But what's the exit for a young female?\n[01:57.50] Either you shippin or you go to school\n[01:59.81] Play dumb when you young and be a older fool\n[02:02.59] Know to choose, the older dudes try to school her every day\n[02:06.11] Her response was well, anyway\n[02:08.92] She rather take the ass titty way\n[02:11.30] They say human experience beats book knowledge every day\n[02:15.33] Somebody help this child, can we pray?\n[02:17.75] Cuz she rather take human experience\n[02:20.10] She see them other prostitutes getting it, now she curious\n[02:24.02] She's locked in the zone\n[02:25.32] With parts of her body getting sold\n[02:28.15] Ain't listen to what the old timers told, call em old\n[02:31.43] The only thing worse than getting old\n[02:33.86] Is not getting old, the block's getting cold\n[02:36.40] (Hook)\n[02:36.79] Pimpin won't die\n[02:38.35] In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n[02:43.58] The pimpin won't die\n[02:45.09] Wutchu doin on the street?\n[02:46.75] You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n[02:49.24] The pimpin won't die\n[02:51.24] To all men and women\n[02:53.04] You talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\n[02:55.74] The pimpin won't die\n[02:57.88] In the ghetto\n[02:59.24] (Bridge 2)\n[02:59.91] I hope this song finds you in good health\n[03:03.47] I got my thinking caps on\n[03:05.52] What ever happened to that kid from that Slick Rick song?\n[03:08.62] We gotta start where they left off, to move our zone\n[03:11.54] If you won't do the same, you rock wrong\n[03:13.86] (Verse)\n[03:14.37] See that once was a little boy, you was misled\n[03:17.49] By another little boy and this is what he said\n[03:20.38] As I quote from a man, you hope me gonna make some cash\n[03:24.52] Robbing old folks to making a dash\n[03:27.22] He was only 17, in a mad man's dream\n[03:31.08] The cops shot him, he survived that, back on the scene\n[03:34.78] Robbery ain't work so he got a new thing\n[03:37.40] He digging in the scene with his gangsta lean\n[03:40.60] We suck the blood out them girls that call him a bloodsucker\n[03:43.96] Ask my opinion, I call him a motherfucker\n[03:47.33] He gambled with his own life, head crack 6\n[03:50.46] You just witnessed the birth of a pimp\n[03:52.82] (Hook)\n[03:53.85] Pimpin won't die\n[03:55.55] In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n[03:59.58] The pimpin won't die\n[04:01.67] Wutchu doin on the street?\n[04:03.76] You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n[04:06.17] The pimpin won't die\n[04:08.16] To all men and women\n[04:08.82] You talkin or you listenin? 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You pimpin or you trickin?\n  The pimpin won't die\n  In the ghetto\n\n  (Bridge 1)\n  I hope this song finds you in good health\n  I got my thinking caps on\n  Whatever happened to that baby from that 2 Pac song?\n  We gotta start where they left off, to move our zone\n  If you won't do the same, you rock wrong\n\n  (Verse)\n  She was born in the bathroom, her mama left her in the trashcan\n  Would be dead but she got found by the garbage man\n  Remember her pops who molest er\n  Her moms' name was Brenda\n  Baby girl all alone, she grew up on her own\n  Went from foster home to foster home\n  She keep her fingernails clean, low rider jeans\n  But her low rider jeans ain't low as her self-esteem\n  This happens every day, nobody deserve this\n  She grew up to feel worth less\n  Her parents gambled with her life\n  Evens in all, choose\n  You just witnessed the birth of a prostitute\n\n  (Hook)\n  Pimpin won't die\n  In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n  The pimpin won't die\n  Wutchu doin on the street?\n  You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n  The pimpin won't die\n  To all men and women\n  You talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\n  The pimpin won't die\n  In the ghetto\n\n  (Verse)\n  They say it's 2 ways out of the ghetto\n  Either you rappin or you playin ball\n  I done heard people say it all\n  Those male dominating ways for a man to prevail\n  But what's the exit for a young female?\n  Either you shippin or you go to school\n  Play dumb when you young and be a older fool\n  Know to choose, the older dudes try to school her every day\n  Her response was well, anyway\n  She rather take the ass titty way\n  They say human experience beats book knowledge every day\n  Somebody help this child, can we pray?\n  Cuz she rather take human experience\n  She see them other prostitutes getting it, now she curious\n  She's locked in the zone\n  With parts of her body getting sold\n  Ain't listen to what the old timers told, call em old\n  The only thing worse than getting old\n  Is not getting old, the block's getting cold\n\n  (Hook)\n  Pimpin won't die\n  In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n  The pimpin won't die\n  Wutchu doin on the street?\n  You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n  The pimpin won't die\n  To all men and women\n  You talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\n  The pimpin won't die\n  In the ghetto\n\n  (Bridge 2)\n  I hope this song finds you in good health\n  I got my thinking caps on\n  What ever happened to that kid from that Slick Rick song?\n  We gotta start where they left off, to move our zone\n  If you won't do the same, you rock wrong\n\n  (Verse)\n  See that once was a little boy, you was misled\n  By another little boy and this is what he said\n  As I quote from a man, you hope me gonna make some cash\n  Robbing old folks to making a dash\n  He was only 17, in a mad man's dream\n  The cops shot him, he survived that, back on the scene\n  Robbery ain't work so he got a new thing\n  He digging in the scene with his gangsta lean\n  We suck the blood out them girls that call him a bloodsucker\n  Ask my opinion, I call him a motherfucker\n  He gambled with his own life, head crack 6\n  You just witnessed the birth of a pimp\n\n  (Hook)\n  Pimpin won't die\n  In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto\n  The pimpin won't die\n  Wutchu doin on the street?\n  You ain't a pimp, she's a kid\n  The pimpin won't die\n  To all men and women\n  You talkin or you listenin? You pimpin or you trickin?\n  The pimpin won't die\n  In the ghetto\n\n  The pimpin won't die\n  The pimpin won't die\n  The pimpin won't die\n"},{"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"},{"id":23936413,"name":"Aim Shoot","trackName":"Aim Shoot","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nStraight out the Big Apple\nIt's Papoose and the Mobb\nThe apple was nothin' without\nMe like Steve Jobs\nAt the dice game, keep a mag on me\nWhy would I let another man ask? Bet me\nI'm the best like Khaled, I bang if I should\nA nigga gotta pay me if he\nThrow a Ace in my Hood\nSo the drug dealers wet work\nBeat all the pushers\nWhen you was still in yo' moms crib\nEatin' your boogers i live the fast life\nThat's why I stay in a hurry\nPapoose be killin' the mic\nLike Doctor Murray\nKing of New York, cop the caliber\nMy raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\nWhy everybody out of character?\nThey all mad at me\nI got 'em pissed like a catheter\nChampion, I'm not ya challenger\nStop amateurs like the sandman\nBanks how we handle 'em?\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nHey, yo i'ma carry the problem fixer\nI wanna argue wit'cha\nOne man armed militia, nigga\nYou a target misser\nThe wrath of God'll hit ya\nWith a horror picture\nCall this rap takeout, you know Mobb deliver\nToo hard for the hardest nigga\nThey fold like cardboard\nHandle that now, nigga, ain't no encores\nCan a little heavy, so it leave the arm sore\nY'all want war, gave you what you starve for\nAll my shooters byproducts of\nThe worst recession\nAim for the dome and laugh\nWhen they purchase vestses\n'Cause that shit right there is irrelevant\nWhen niggas walk around here with\nShit to kill a elephant\nSo your next move better be your best move\nLike a chess move or get yo' chest moved\n'Cause when we come through you\nBetter have ya guns too\nCause all we do is aim shoot\nAll we do is aim shoot\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nBack from hell, sorry I left you without no\nHard shit to step to\nThe drought is done, it's rain season\nYou can't stop my storm\nYou can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\nIt's gonna pour cats and dogs\nThunder and lightnin' bolts\nKnock the lights off\nWhen I black out make you\nMiss me like, nigga, where you been at? Word\n'Bout tired of the soft shit\nIt gets borin'\nThey look like punks and act like a woman\nYou need danger, a little aggression\nYou need excitement, I put a little\nPressure just to balance things out\nWe're not the same\nSome niggas is live, some niggas is lame\nSome is real or some is fake\nYou draw the line in the sand\nWhich side you claim?\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aim Shoot\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Straight out the Big Apple\n  It's Papoose and the Mobb\n  The apple was nothin' without\n  Me like Steve Jobs\n  At the dice game, keep a mag on me\n  Why would I let another man ask? Bet me\n  I'm the best like Khaled, I bang if I should\n  A nigga gotta pay me if he\n  Throw a Ace in my Hood\n  So the drug dealers wet work\n  Beat all the pushers\n  When you was still in yo' moms crib\n  Eatin' your boogers i live the fast life\n  That's why I stay in a hurry\n  Papoose be killin' the mic\n  Like Doctor Murray\n  King of New York, cop the caliber\n  My raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\n  Why everybody out of character?\n  They all mad at me\n  I got 'em pissed like a catheter\n  Champion, I'm not ya challenger\n  Stop amateurs like the sandman\n  Banks how we handle 'em?\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Hey, yo i'ma carry the problem fixer\n  I wanna argue wit'cha\n  One man armed militia, nigga\n  You a target misser\n  The wrath of God'll hit ya\n  With a horror picture\n  Call this rap takeout, you know Mobb deliver\n  Too hard for the hardest nigga\n  They fold like cardboard\n  Handle that now, nigga, ain't no encores\n  Can a little heavy, so it leave the arm sore\n  Y'all want war, gave you what you starve for\n  All my shooters byproducts of\n  The worst recession\n  Aim for the dome and laugh\n  When they purchase vestses\n  'Cause that shit right there is irrelevant\n  When niggas walk around here with\n  Shit to kill a elephant\n  So your next move better be your best move\n  Like a chess move or get yo' chest moved\n  'Cause when we come through you\n  Better have ya guns too\n  Cause all we do is aim shoot\n  All we do is aim shoot\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Back from hell, sorry I left you without no\n  Hard shit to step to\n  The drought is done, it's rain season\n  You can't stop my storm\n  You can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\n  It's gonna pour cats and dogs\n  Thunder and lightnin' bolts\n  Knock the lights off\n  When I black out make you\n  Miss me like, nigga, where you been at? Word\n  'Bout tired of the soft shit\n  It gets borin'\n  They look like punks and act like a woman\n  You need danger, a little aggression\n  You need excitement, I put a little\n  Pressure just to balance things out\n  We're not the same\n  Some niggas is live, some niggas is lame\n  Some is real or some is fake\n  You draw the line in the sand\n  Which side you claim?\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n"},{"id":23628288,"name":"Alphabetical Slaughter Part II (A to Z)","trackName":"Alphabetical Slaughter Part II (A to Z)","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":374.778776,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(M) Magnificent music making marvelous mahogany\nMashing miscellaneous mockery monotonies\nMillionaire moves modestly monopolies\nMasons made majorities minorities\nMental molecule measurer, Muslim mosque minister\nMuhammad's most masterful messenger\nMilitant mercenary merciless\nMagazine millimeter marksman, murder motive murderous\nMailing moose money, Mussolini my main man\nMafia marijuana maniac man-made made man\n\n(L) Listen, lavish life living long lasting\nL's lingering lunching lobster, laughing\nLawyers lie logically law library literate\nLatex lapdance lover, lust ladies limitless\nLong literature lyricist\nLifting levers launching lasers, lollygagging lames loosing ligaments\n\n(K) Ki kissing klan killer, Ku Klux Klan killing\nKidnap kindergarden klan kids kidney kicking\nKeen kilogram kilo kitchen kernel\n\n(J) Jewel jotting journalist joyless jam jotting journal\nJets Jersey Jaguar jigedy-jealously\nJunior juxmen jerks jump jux jealously\nJux jack jacket jeans jewelry\nJackass judicial judge jailing juveniles justifying jeopardy\n\n(I) Impostors ice invalid\nIcegrill, iceberg, igloo ice, I'm Illmatic\nIncognito individual illustrating indicating\nIllustrious idea insinuating\nInformants informing interrogating incriminating\nImmortal industry ingenious inspiriting\nIgnited ignition intimidating\nInterstate intersection impulse impact is innovating\n\n(H) Holiday hi, humiliating hot head humbling\nHandcuff hastler harsh hollow hovering\nHalfwit half heart hideous huddling\nHard headed, hard hearted, hungry henchmen hustling\n\n(G) Guzzling Guinness government gimmicks\nGully gliss gymnast gutterness giving gunner grip grippling\nGlorifying glamorous great gold glaciers\nGiving G's guns gladly, gangstas give gangstas\n\n(F) Fugitive, far from fearful fear\nFighters following far-fetched forefront frontiers\n\n(E) Elevating editorial educator educating\nEmancipating, esophagus elaborating\n\n(D) Diamond dressed don dominating\nDouble daughter-dad dejanae destiny dictating\n\n(C) Carefully creating\n\n(B) Brooknam, big bill breaking\nBedsty Brownsville bang banging\nBin Ladin bombing\n\n(A) Alarming Africans and Asians\nAlphabetical Allah, assalamu alaykum","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Alphabetical Slaughter Part II (A to Z)\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 374779\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (M) Magnificent music making marvelous mahogany\n  Mashing miscellaneous mockery monotonies\n  Millionaire moves modestly monopolies\n  Masons made majorities minorities\n  Mental molecule measurer, Muslim mosque minister\n  Muhammad's most masterful messenger\n  Militant mercenary merciless\n  Magazine millimeter marksman, murder motive murderous\n  Mailing moose money, Mussolini my main man\n  Mafia marijuana maniac man-made made man\n\n  (L) Listen, lavish life living long lasting\n  L's lingering lunching lobster, laughing\n  Lawyers lie logically law library literate\n  Latex lapdance lover, lust ladies limitless\n  Long literature lyricist\n  Lifting levers launching lasers, lollygagging lames loosing ligaments\n\n  (K) Ki kissing klan killer, Ku Klux Klan killing\n  Kidnap kindergarden klan kids kidney kicking\n  Keen kilogram kilo kitchen kernel\n\n  (J) Jewel jotting journalist joyless jam jotting journal\n  Jets Jersey Jaguar jigedy-jealously\n  Junior juxmen jerks jump jux jealously\n  Jux jack jacket jeans jewelry\n  Jackass judicial judge jailing juveniles justifying jeopardy\n\n  (I) Impostors ice invalid\n  Icegrill, iceberg, igloo ice, I'm Illmatic\n  Incognito individual illustrating indicating\n  Illustrious idea insinuating\n  Informants informing interrogating incriminating\n  Immortal industry ingenious inspiriting\n  Ignited ignition intimidating\n  Interstate intersection impulse impact is innovating\n\n  (H) Holiday hi, humiliating hot head humbling\n  Handcuff hastler harsh hollow hovering\n  Halfwit half heart hideous huddling\n  Hard headed, hard hearted, hungry henchmen hustling\n\n  (G) Guzzling Guinness government gimmicks\n  Gully gliss gymnast gutterness giving gunner grip grippling\n  Glorifying glamorous great gold glaciers\n  Giving G's guns gladly, gangstas give gangstas\n\n  (F) Fugitive, far from fearful fear\n  Fighters following far-fetched forefront frontiers\n\n  (E) Elevating editorial educator educating\n  Emancipating, esophagus elaborating\n\n  (D) Diamond dressed don dominating\n  Double daughter-dad dejanae destiny dictating\n\n  (C) Carefully creating\n\n  (B) Brooknam, big bill breaking\n  Bedsty Brownsville bang banging\n  Bin Ladin bombing\n\n  (A) Alarming Africans and Asians\n  Alphabetical Allah, assalamu alaykum\n"},{"id":10284334,"name":"Turn It Up","trackName":"Turn It Up","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\nThey put em down, we liftin them burners up\nYou keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\nI don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\nI turn it up,\nCome on, come on, killas\nHere go my cup, give me some more liquor\nOpen this back window, let me dump on niggas\nIt's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n\nPeace to the New York Knickerbockers, the plot got thicker\nCuz now they got the Brooklyn Nets and Barclays Center\nHello Mrs. and Mr., cousins, brothers and sisters\nLadies and gentlemen, children prisons of finger printers\nSnakes who like to slither, wolves, monkeys, gorillas\nVeterans and beginners, righteous people and sinners\nGamblers, losers and winners, ice grillers and grinners\nHope you all some good swimmers cuz I'm as deep as the river\nI'm the bad guy, just like the Joker and Riddler\nBad as Mike in his prime, man in the mirror in Thriller\nYou ain't a real man, you can't even use the shitter\nYou a pussycat, you probably got kitty litter\nKill rich niggas in chinchilla\nRepresenting for the wig-splitters and skid bitters who gets realer\nLike Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga\nWho got the keys to the Jeep? 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Vanilla\nIce — I'm Suge Knight, hang em off the balcony with ya\nSince I deserve scrilla, I learned to flip birds quicker\nHad to hit curves with the hustlers and to emerge richer\nBack when Dipset was sippin sizzurp nigga\nMy jewelery was black and yellow just like the Pittsburgh Steelers\n\nWe never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\nThey put em down, we liftin them burners up\nYou keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\nI don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\nI turn it up,\nCome on, come on, killas\nHere go my cup, give me some more liquor\nOpen this back window, let me dump on niggas\nIt's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n\nI'm on that money train, making dead president stops\nRobbed the liquor store just so we can get some Ciroc\nAte Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops\nGot chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the block\nBought a 50-cent razor, now I'm ready to rock\nI step to your block with a George Jefferson bop\nI cut him cross peddle bike, he bled to his socks\nCuz Miles didn't have a chain when I peddled and popped\nMy leather bomber was better than that pleather you rocked\nI wore old bomber way before Michelle and Barack\nI heard up North you wasn't reppin a lot\nYou never caught a 10-3, you respected the cops\nHow you gon use that jail shit to try to get to the top?\nYou woke up in PC, never slept in a box\nHe said he hungry so I fed him the ox\nMy gun is like an independent record label, Heckler and Koch\n\nWe never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\nThey put em down, we liftin them burners up\nYou keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\nI don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\nI turn it up,\nCome on, come on, killas\nHere go my cup, give me some more liquor\nOpen this back window, let me dump on niggas\nIt's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n\nTurn up\nNow I come back\nKeep it underground hardcore\nTurn up\nNow I come back\nKeep it underground hardcore\nTurn up\nNow I come back\nKeep it underground hardcore\nTurn up\nPapoose, Papoose","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.15] We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\n[00:22.79] They put em down, we liftin them burners up\n[00:24.52] You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\n[00:27.26] I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n[00:29.97] I turn it up,\n[00:30.85] Come on, come on, killas\n[00:32.66] Here go my cup, give me some more liquor\n[00:35.31] Open this back window, let me dump on niggas\n[00:37.17] It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n[00:39.83] Peace to the New York Knickerbockers, the plot got thicker\n[00:42.60] Cuz now they got the Brooklyn Nets and Barclays Center\n[00:45.37] Hello Mrs. and Mr., cousins, brothers and sisters\n[00:47.15] Ladies and gentlemen, children prisons of finger printers\n[00:49.82] Snakes who like to slither, wolves, monkeys, gorillas\n[00:52.50] Veterans and beginners, righteous people and sinners\n[00:55.25] Gamblers, losers and winners, ice grillers and grinners\n[00:57.91] Hope you all some good swimmers cuz I'm as deep as the river\n[00:59.87] I'm the bad guy, just like the Joker and Riddler\n[01:02.51] Bad as Mike in his prime, man in the mirror in Thriller\n[01:05.26] You ain't a real man, you can't even use the shitter\n[01:07.98] You a pussycat, you probably got kitty litter\n[01:10.69] Kill rich niggas in chinchilla\n[01:12.48] Representing for the wig-splitters and skid bitters who gets realer\n[01:15.10] Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga\n[01:17.93] Who got the keys to the Jeep? 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and sisters\n  Ladies and gentlemen, children prisons of finger printers\n  Snakes who like to slither, wolves, monkeys, gorillas\n  Veterans and beginners, righteous people and sinners\n  Gamblers, losers and winners, ice grillers and grinners\n  Hope you all some good swimmers cuz I'm as deep as the river\n  I'm the bad guy, just like the Joker and Riddler\n  Bad as Mike in his prime, man in the mirror in Thriller\n  You ain't a real man, you can't even use the shitter\n  You a pussycat, you probably got kitty litter\n  Kill rich niggas in chinchilla\n  Representing for the wig-splitters and skid bitters who gets realer\n  Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga\n  Who got the keys to the Jeep? Sim Simmer\n\n  We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\n  They put em down, we liftin them burners up\n  You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\n  I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n  I turn it up,\n  Come on, come on, killas\n  Here go my cup, give me some more liquor\n  Open this back window, let me dump on niggas\n  It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n\n  When my oral deliver it's such a moral dilemma\n  I don't quarrel with quitters, I give em sorrow and shimmers\n  You think your artists is iller just cause his car from the dealer?\n  This music char is bitter, cause yall some horrible spitters\n  When I swallow the liquor, I write a marvelous scripture\n  Start drawing a picture cause I'm immortal my nigga\n  Beef is played out so I don't bother with niggas\n  But as long as it's tender I eat your squad up for dinner\n  Put my palms on the trigger and shoot you all in yo liver\n  Injure all of you niggas, I'm cool and calm as a killer\n  Your man styling from fingers, man who are you? Vanilla\n  Ice — I'm Suge Knight, hang em off the balcony with ya\n  Since I deserve scrilla, I learned to flip birds quicker\n  Had to hit curves with the hustlers and to emerge richer\n  Back when Dipset was sippin sizzurp nigga\n  My jewelery was black and yellow just like the Pittsburgh Steelers\n\n  We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\n  They put em down, we liftin them burners up\n  You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\n  I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n  I turn it up,\n  Come on, come on, killas\n  Here go my cup, give me some more liquor\n  Open this back window, let me dump on niggas\n  It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n\n  I'm on that money train, making dead president stops\n  Robbed the liquor store just so we can get some Ciroc\n  Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops\n  Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the block\n  Bought a 50-cent razor, now I'm ready to rock\n  I step to your block with a George Jefferson bop\n  I cut him cross peddle bike, he bled to his socks\n  Cuz Miles didn't have a chain when I peddled and popped\n  My leather bomber was better than that pleather you rocked\n  I wore old bomber way before Michelle and Barack\n  I heard up North you wasn't reppin a lot\n  You never caught a 10-3, you respected the cops\n  How you gon use that jail shit to try to get to the top?\n  You woke up in PC, never slept in a box\n  He said he hungry so I fed him the ox\n  My gun is like an independent record label, Heckler and Koch\n\n  We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us\n  They put em down, we liftin them burners up\n  You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?\n  I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas\n  I turn it up,\n  Come on, come on, killas\n  Here go my cup, give me some more liquor\n  Open this back window, let me dump on niggas\n  It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas\n\n  Turn up\n  Now I come back\n  Keep it underground hardcore\n  Turn up\n  Now I come back\n  Keep it underground hardcore\n  Turn up\n  Now I come back\n  Keep it underground hardcore\n  Turn up\n  Papoose, Papoose\n"},{"id":10284333,"name":"Faith","trackName":"Faith","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":153.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro)\nI believe\nI believe\nI believe\nI believe\n\n(Verse)\nI'm feelin grouchy, saucy, hungry\nRolocini, new sex, lookin for bruised necks and blondies\nWon't make em baby mommies, I just wan em to swallow me\nSometimes that be the only thing that calms me\nPolice be actin like Starsky and Hutch\nThese fucks scheming so they could charge me\nCops needs colors so they could feel bossy\nYou tryna get yo colors up, you think you Fonzy?\nI eat a lot of fish and parsley\nGreen vegetables, sweet peas and broccoli\nDrink a lot of water so it could wash me\nMy homie told me stop eatin rappers, he tryna starve me\nI ain't startin trouble but pardon me\nRappers get a little hard and start actin cocky\nMaury Povich need to swab me\nThese dudes used to be my sons like Charles Barclay\nYou think you Scarface? I bet the shower to you\nGet rid of Tony like mellow in a maldy\nMan, that's word to Gadhafi\nYour war stories put me to sleep, I need some coffee\nBragging bout old work, that's beyond me\nYou ain't put in no work since a tardy\nMan, you washed like the laundry\nYou a ex murderer like Ashanti\nThe back of the club, that's where the gods be\nBeing all that we could be, me and my army\nThey said I can't rock a party\nGive me the mike, I'm a rocket, they better launch me\nMy music is judged harshly\nEverybody making comments, they wanna blog me\nKnowledge of the game they posses hardly\nI call em a bunch of meatheads like Archie\nHaters say they wanna stomp me\nI know how to weave and bob, no Marley\nDig my way up out of a grave if I get bodied\nDug er, dug er, they better bury me under concrete\n\nYea, king of New York\nYea yea, I'm the king of New York\nYea yea, king of New York\nYea nigga, I'm the king of New York","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Faith\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 153000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro)\n  I believe\n  I believe\n  I believe\n  I believe\n\n  (Verse)\n  I'm feelin grouchy, saucy, hungry\n  Rolocini, new sex, lookin for bruised necks and blondies\n  Won't make em baby mommies, I just wan em to swallow me\n  Sometimes that be the only thing that calms me\n  Police be actin like Starsky and Hutch\n  These fucks scheming so they could charge me\n  Cops needs colors so they could feel bossy\n  You tryna get yo colors up, you think you Fonzy?\n  I eat a lot of fish and parsley\n  Green vegetables, sweet peas and broccoli\n  Drink a lot of water so it could wash me\n  My homie told me stop eatin rappers, he tryna starve me\n  I ain't startin trouble but pardon me\n  Rappers get a little hard and start actin cocky\n  Maury Povich need to swab me\n  These dudes used to be my sons like Charles Barclay\n  You think you Scarface? I bet the shower to you\n  Get rid of Tony like mellow in a maldy\n  Man, that's word to Gadhafi\n  Your war stories put me to sleep, I need some coffee\n  Bragging bout old work, that's beyond me\n  You ain't put in no work since a tardy\n  Man, you washed like the laundry\n  You a ex murderer like Ashanti\n  The back of the club, that's where the gods be\n  Being all that we could be, me and my army\n  They said I can't rock a party\n  Give me the mike, I'm a rocket, they better launch me\n  My music is judged harshly\n  Everybody making comments, they wanna blog me\n  Knowledge of the game they posses hardly\n  I call em a bunch of meatheads like Archie\n  Haters say they wanna stomp me\n  I know how to weave and bob, no Marley\n  Dig my way up out of a grave if I get bodied\n  Dug er, dug er, they better bury me under concrete\n\n  Yea, king of New York\n  Yea yea, I'm the king of New York\n  Yea yea, king of New York\n  Yea nigga, I'm the king of New York\n"}]