[{"id":3689208,"name":"Wu-Gambinos","trackName":"Wu-Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Wu-Chronicles","duration":340.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want, money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd they're explosive head bullets, your favorite\nCome here, son\nCome here, for a minute\nHold up, hold up, hold up, hold up\nYo, send Bobby to the store for some more baking soda\nYo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man\nGet your big Avias off my mom's table man\nThe fuck is wrong with you, man?\nNah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man\nFuck is wrong with you, man?\nNiggas is greedy man, damn\nBig ass shits\nYo man, you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man\nChill man\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit\nSup kid?\nGet baking soda\nYo\nLet's cut the pie five ways\nWe came off with two mil, kid\nNoodles\nFast\nRollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through\nLa Cosa Nostra\nJohnny Blaze\nLou Diamonds\nRepresent for my peoples\nWord up, kid\nTony Starks\nUniversal frontier\nOriginal bloodclaat bad boys\nWho come to get you, none, they want guns\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty\nLike my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds\nThere's a new sheriff in town holding it down\nIt's the two holster, six-shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath\nI'm still paying dues and the last one is death\nBack to the essence with that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle, bless my style, criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze\nThis goes for niggas who know\nWu will glow like yayo, lay low\nPlus cooling in Barbados\nRicans be giving me much shit to touch shit\nStay cool papa, see you with enough shit\nBack at the lab-a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggas act up, what? Blow up their workers if they have to\nSeñoritas, fucking up a storm buying Gods margaritas\nSucking his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas\nThem niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas\nSilks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah\nJakes beware of black rap millionaires\nRock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year\n1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother son cause he shine like one\nSolid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds\nI'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver lining\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with them poems\nThe overfiend, light nova beam green, show 'em what soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it\nThe RZArector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLicking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappy Millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\nGoes up your adrenalin, son, it's time for bouting\nIt's a model you're resembling the niggas who like following\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and\nGod stepping forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the master\nFor what lurks, is an expert that hurts\nThe individual who tries to visualize under\n'Cause I strike, like thunder\nNiggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respitorial\nSystems are fractured by the killer tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and Glocks my\nClan is hostile and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his motherfucking dome-piece\nDeceased, laid to rest\nWho come to get you, none, they want guns\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother son 'cause he shine like one\nYo, ayo, I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHolding up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath\nSoley on Wu cords you heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back to the lab at high velocity\nMy team make hand-to-hand sales, we're like a pharmacy\nFuck Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellers become novels\nThe man rocking head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's British Walkers, playboys, mocks and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with eight million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid\nThere's jet money, underground money\nSubmarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies\nCosa, Cosa\nCome on","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n[00:03.61] Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n[00:07.72] Who wants to kill him?\n[00:09.33] No information, say yes or no\n[00:12.06] One point five million\n[00:14.33] Alright, you get what you want, money's no object\n[00:20.42] They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n[00:25.00] And they're explosive head bullets, your favorite\n[00:27.03] Come here, son\n[00:27.90] Come here, for a minute\n[00:28.28] Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up\n[00:31.62] Yo, send Bobby to the store for some more baking soda\n[00:33.99] Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man\n[00:36.34] Get your big Avias off my mom's table man\n[00:38.62] The fuck is wrong with you, man?\n[00:39.40] Nah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man\n[00:41.99] Fuck is wrong with you, man?\n[00:42.61] Niggas is greedy man, damn\n[00:43.63] Big ass shits\n[00:45.33] Yo man, you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man\n[00:48.13] Chill man\n[00:49.24] Bobby Steels\n[00:51.15] Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit\n[00:52.40] Sup kid?\n[00:53.66] Get baking soda\n[00:54.42] Yo\n[00:55.13] Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.88] We came off with two mil, kid\n[00:59.80] Noodles\n[01:02.11] Fast\n[01:02.56] Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through\n[01:06.12] La Cosa Nostra\n[01:07.88] Johnny Blaze\n[01:10.95] Lou Diamonds\n[01:11.81] Represent for my peoples\n[01:12.11] Word up, kid\n[01:14.00] Tony Starks\n[01:15.11] Universal frontier\n[01:17.30] Original bloodclaat bad boys\n[01:19.49] Who come to get you, none, they want guns\n[01:22.11] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:24.69] Wu roll together as one\n[01:26.55] I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it\n[01:28.96] Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty\n[01:31.86] Like my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:34.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:36.60] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:39.37] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:41.88] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah\n[01:44.27] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:46.70] Information leaking out your faucets, hmm\n[01:49.16] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds\n[01:51.65] There's a new sheriff in town holding it down\n[01:53.87] It's the two holster, six-shot smoker\n[01:56.00] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:58.50] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:00.78] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:02.66] Let a nigga catch his breath\n[02:04.39] I'm still paying dues and the last one is death\n[02:06.67] Back to the essence with that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:10.51] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:12.77] Isle, bless my style, criminology pays\n[02:15.39] The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze\n[02:17.71] This goes for niggas who know\n[02:19.31] Wu will glow like yayo, lay low\n[02:21.32] Plus cooling in Barbados\n[02:22.79] Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit\n[02:25.34] Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit\n[02:27.75] Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up\n[02:29.82] Yo niggas act up, what? Blow up their workers if they have to\n[02:32.42] Señoritas, fucking up a storm buying Gods margaritas\n[02:35.21] Sucking his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:37.49] Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas\n[02:40.15] Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas\n[02:42.46] Silks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah\n[02:44.53] Jakes beware of black rap millionaires\n[02:46.69] Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year\n[02:49.43] 1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah\n[02:52.11] Wu roll together as one\n[02:53.99] I call my brother son cause he shine like one\n[02:56.15] Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds\n[02:59.24] I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver lining\n[03:01.60] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:03.95] The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.38] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:08.71] And watch your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:11.39] How dare you approach it with them poems\n[03:12.87] The overfiend, light nova beam green, show 'em what soldier mean\n[03:16.07] The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it\n[03:17.95] The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:20.19] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.06] Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:25.51] Happy Millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:28.15] Goes up your adrenalin, son, it's time for bouting\n[03:30.59] It's a model you're resembling the niggas who like following\n[03:32.85] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and\n[03:35.15] God stepping forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:38.31] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:41.66] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:44.18] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the master\n[03:47.40] For what lurks, is an expert that hurts\n[03:49.85] The individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:52.63] 'Cause I strike, like thunder\n[03:54.49] Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:56.92] My wisdom fucks up your respitorial\n[03:59.45] Systems are fractured by the killer tactics\n[04:01.77] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:04.23] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:06.57] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:08.95] Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks my\n[04:11.67] Clan is hostile and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:14.09] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:16.74] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:18.47] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:21.45] Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfucking dome-piece\n[04:24.37] Deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.28] Who come to get you, none, they want guns\n[04:30.69] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[04:33.20] Wu roll together as one\n[04:34.87] I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one\n[04:37.47] Yo, ayo, I got to 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Wu will glow like yayo, lay low\n  Plus cooling in Barbados\n  Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit\n  Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit\n  Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggas act up, what? 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Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\nIntro:\n\nAnd in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want -- money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\nYo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\nYo Starks come here, come here Sun\nCome here for a minute!\nAiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\nShit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\nYo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\nGet your big Adidas off my moms table man!\nGet the fuck off it man.\nYo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\nNiggaz is greedy man, damn.\nBig ass shits.\nYo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\nChill man.\n\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store man\nSup kid?\nGet that baking soda.\n(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\nFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\nLa cosa nostra\n(Johnny Blaze!)\n(Lou Diamonds!)\nRepresent kid.\n(Tony Starks)\nUniversal frontier\n(Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\nChorus: Method Man\n\nWho come to get you? None. They want guns!\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\nCheck it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\nLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\nThere's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\nIt's the two holster, shit shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\nAnd the last one is death, back to the essence\nWith that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle plus my style, Criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\nVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\nThis goes for niggaz who know\nWu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\nRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\nStay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\nBack at the lab a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\nSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\nSuckin his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\nThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\nSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\nJakes beware black rap millionaires\nRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\nOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n[Meth]\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\nSolid gold crown is shinin\nSolid gold, check it Sun yo\nSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\nI be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with dim pones\nThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\nThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\nGoes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\nIt's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\nVerse Four: Master Killer\n\nGod steppin forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact\nThat I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\nThat hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\nCuz I strike, like thunder\nNiggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\nSystems are fractured by the killa tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\nClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\nPiece, deceased, laid to rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\nYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\nSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back, to the lab at, high velocity\nMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\nFuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\nThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with 8 million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\nThat's jet money, undaground money\nSubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\nCosa cosa, come on...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (Feat. 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Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.10] (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n[01:03.18] Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n[01:07.04] La cosa nostra\n[01:08.80] (Johnny Blaze!)\n[01:11.83] (Lou Diamonds!)\n[01:13.68] Represent kid.\n[01:14.41] (Tony Starks)\n[01:16.37] Universal frontier\n[01:18.15] (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n[01:20.76] Chorus: Method Man\n[01:21.02] Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n[01:23.05] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:25.43] Wu roll together as one\n[01:27.22] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[01:29.34] Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n[01:29.70] Check it\n[01:30.30] Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n[01:32.81] Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:35.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:37.63] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:40.09] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:42.48] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n[01:44.97] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:47.35] Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n[01:49.80] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n[01:52.03] There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n[01:54.44] It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n[01:57.06] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:59.49] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:01.88] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:04.10] Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n[02:06.49] And the last one is death, back to the essence\n[02:09.16] With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:11.64] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:13.99] Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n[02:16.49] The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n[02:18.63] Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n[02:18.90] This goes for niggaz who know\n[02:20.36] Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n[02:23.70] Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n[02:26.17] Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n[02:28.50] Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n[02:30.64] Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n[02:33.11] Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n[02:36.42] Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:38.50] Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n[02:41.21] Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n[02:43.22] Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n[02:45.80] Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n[02:47.63] Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n[02:49.95] One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n[02:52.00] [Meth]\n[02:52.42] Wu roll together as one\n[02:54.02] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[02:54.75] Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n[02:55.32] Solid gold crown is shinin\n[02:56.26] Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n[02:56.90] Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n[02:59.89] I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n[03:02.15] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:04.78] The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.99] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:09.35] And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:12.14] How dare you approach it with dim pones\n[03:13.84] The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n[03:16.94] The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n[03:19.24] The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:21.18] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.94] Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:26.41] Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:29.57] Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n[03:31.52] It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n[03:33.82] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n[03:36.14] Verse Four: Master Killer\n[03:36.56] God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:39.27] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:42.69] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:45.28] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n[03:47.42] That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n[03:50.62] That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:53.88] Cuz I strike, like thunder\n[03:55.78] Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:58.10] My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n[04:00.70] Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n[04:03.06] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:05.43] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:07.86] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:10.32] Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n[04:12.95] Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:15.45] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:17.98] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:19.77] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:22.66] Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n[04:25.38] Piece, deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.76] Chorus\n[04:38.22] Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n[04:38.52] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n[04:41.56] Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n[04:43.94] Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n[04:46.38] Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n[04:48.65] So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n[04:51.50] My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n[04:53.82] Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n[04:56.48] Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n[04:58.73] The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n[05:01.08] Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n[05:03.45] The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n[05:06.03] Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n[05:08.67] Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n[05:10.97] Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n[05:13.25] Them flower heads must have been stupid\n[05:15.17] Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n[05:18.06] That's jet money, undaground money\n[05:20.15] Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n[05:26.46] Cosa cosa, come on...\n[05:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu Gambinos\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Wu Chronicles\n  duration_ms: 344461\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Feat. 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Tony Starks'\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 281560\n- text: Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  start_ms: 281560\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286380\n- text: Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  start_ms: 286380\n  end_ms: 288650\n- text: So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  start_ms: 288650\n  end_ms: 291500\n- text: My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  start_ms: 291500\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 296480\n- text: Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  start_ms: 296480\n  end_ms: 298730\n- text: The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  start_ms: 298730\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306030\n- text: Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  start_ms: 306030\n  end_ms: 308670\n- text: Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  start_ms: 308670\n  end_ms: 310970\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  start_ms: 310970\n  end_ms: 313250\n- text: Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 313250\n  end_ms: 315170\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  start_ms: 315170\n  end_ms: 318060\n- text: That's jet money, undaground money\n  start_ms: 318060\n  end_ms: 320150\n- text: Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n  start_ms: 320150\n  end_ms: 326460\n- text: Cosa cosa, come on...\n  start_ms: 326460\n  end_ms: 332920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332920\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\n  Intro:\n\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n  [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n  Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n  Come here for a minute!\n  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n  Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n  Get the fuck off it man.\n  Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n  Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n  Big ass shits.\n  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n  Chill man.\n\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store man\n  Sup kid?\n  Get that baking soda.\n  (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n  (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n  Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n  La cosa nostra\n  (Johnny Blaze!)\n  (Lou Diamonds!)\n  Represent kid.\n  (Tony Starks)\n  Universal frontier\n  (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\n  Chorus: Method Man\n\n  Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\n  Check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\n  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\n  This goes for niggaz who know\n  Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n  [Meth]\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\n  Solid gold crown is shinin\n  Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\n  Verse Four: Master Killer\n\n  God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  Piece, deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\n  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  That's jet money, undaground money\n  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\n  Cosa cosa, come on...\n"},{"id":20724609,"name":"Wu Gambinos","trackName":"Wu Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Wu‐Chronicles","duration":345.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\nIntro:\n\nAnd in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want -- money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\nYo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\nYo Starks come here, come here Sun\nCome here for a minute!\nAiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\nShit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\nYo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\nGet your big Adidas off my moms table man!\nGet the fuck off it man.\nYo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\nNiggaz is greedy man, damn.\nBig ass shits.\nYo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\nChill man.\n\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store man\nSup kid?\nGet that baking soda.\n(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\nFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\nLa cosa nostra\n(Johnny Blaze!)\n(Lou Diamonds!)\nRepresent kid.\n(Tony Starks)\nUniversal frontier\n(Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\nChorus: Method Man\n\nWho come to get you? None. They want guns!\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\nCheck it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\nLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\nThere's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\nIt's the two holster, shit shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\nAnd the last one is death, back to the essence\nWith that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle plus my style, Criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\nVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\nThis goes for niggaz who know\nWu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\nRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\nStay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\nBack at the lab a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\nSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\nSuckin his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\nThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\nSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\nJakes beware black rap millionaires\nRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\nOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n[Meth]\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\nSolid gold crown is shinin\nSolid gold, check it Sun yo\nSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\nI be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with dim pones\nThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\nThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\nGoes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\nIt's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\nVerse Four: Master Killer\n\nGod steppin forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact\nThat I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\nThat hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\nCuz I strike, like thunder\nNiggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\nSystems are fractured by the killa tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\nClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\nPiece, deceased, laid to rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\nYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\nSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back, to the lab at, high velocity\nMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\nFuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\nThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with 8 million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\nThat's jet money, undaground money\nSubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\nCosa cosa, come on...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n[00:01.29] Intro:\n[00:01.75] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n[00:03.74] Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n[00:08.91] Who wants to kill him?\n[00:10.14] No information, say yes or no\n[00:12.86] One point five million\n[00:14.45] Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n[00:20.06] They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n[00:25.20] And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n[00:28.16] [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n[00:28.80] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n[00:30.59] Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n[00:31.36] Come here for a minute!\n[00:32.28] Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n[00:33.37] Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n[00:34.32] Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n[00:37.12] Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n[00:40.17] Get the fuck off it man.\n[00:41.46] Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n[00:43.74] Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n[00:44.96] Big ass shits.\n[00:46.31] Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n[00:48.76] Chill man.\n[00:50.28] Bobby Steels\n[00:52.46] Somebody go to the store man\n[00:53.75] Sup kid?\n[00:54.63] Get that baking soda.\n[00:55.64] (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.10] (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n[01:03.18] Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n[01:07.04] La cosa nostra\n[01:08.80] (Johnny Blaze!)\n[01:11.83] (Lou Diamonds!)\n[01:13.68] Represent kid.\n[01:14.41] (Tony Starks)\n[01:16.37] Universal frontier\n[01:18.15] (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n[01:20.76] Chorus: Method Man\n[01:21.02] Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n[01:23.05] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:25.43] Wu roll together as one\n[01:27.22] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[01:29.34] Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n[01:29.70] Check it\n[01:30.30] Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n[01:32.81] Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:35.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:37.63] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:40.09] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:42.48] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n[01:44.97] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:47.35] Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n[01:49.80] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n[01:52.03] There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n[01:54.44] It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n[01:57.06] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:59.49] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:01.88] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:04.10] Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n[02:06.49] And the last one is death, back to the essence\n[02:09.16] With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:11.64] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:13.99] Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n[02:16.49] The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n[02:18.63] Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n[02:18.90] This goes for niggaz who know\n[02:20.36] Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n[02:23.70] Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n[02:26.17] Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n[02:28.50] Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n[02:30.64] Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n[02:33.11] Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n[02:36.42] Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:38.50] Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n[02:41.21] Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n[02:43.22] Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n[02:45.80] Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n[02:47.63] Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n[02:49.95] One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n[02:52.00] [Meth]\n[02:52.42] Wu roll together as one\n[02:54.02] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[02:54.75] Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n[02:55.32] Solid gold crown is shinin\n[02:56.26] Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n[02:56.90] Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n[02:59.89] I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n[03:02.15] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:04.78] The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.99] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:09.35] And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:12.14] How dare you approach it with dim pones\n[03:13.84] The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n[03:16.94] The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n[03:19.24] The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:21.18] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.94] Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:26.41] Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:29.57] Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n[03:31.52] It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n[03:33.82] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n[03:36.14] Verse Four: Master Killer\n[03:36.56] God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:39.27] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:42.69] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:45.28] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n[03:47.42] That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n[03:50.62] That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:53.88] Cuz I strike, like thunder\n[03:55.78] Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:58.10] My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n[04:00.70] Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n[04:03.06] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:05.43] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:07.86] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:10.32] Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n[04:12.95] Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:15.45] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:17.98] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:19.77] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:22.66] Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n[04:25.38] Piece, deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.76] Chorus\n[04:38.22] Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n[04:38.52] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n[04:41.56] Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n[04:43.94] Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n[04:46.38] Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n[04:48.65] So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n[04:51.50] My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n[04:53.82] Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n[04:56.48] Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n[04:58.73] The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n[05:01.08] Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n[05:03.45] The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n[05:06.03] Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n[05:08.67] Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n[05:10.97] Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n[05:13.25] Them flower heads must have been stupid\n[05:15.17] Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n[05:18.06] That's jet money, undaground money\n[05:20.15] Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n[05:26.46] Cosa cosa, come on...\n[05:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu Gambinos\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Wu‐Chronicles\n  duration_ms: 345000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Feat. 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Johnny Blaze'\n  start_ms: 89340\n  end_ms: 89700\n- text: Check it\n  start_ms: 89700\n  end_ms: 90300\n- text: Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  start_ms: 90300\n  end_ms: 92810\n- text: Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  start_ms: 92810\n  end_ms: 95120\n- text: Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  start_ms: 95120\n  end_ms: 97630\n- text: Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  start_ms: 97630\n  end_ms: 100090\n- text: Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  start_ms: 100090\n  end_ms: 102480\n- text: Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  start_ms: 102480\n  end_ms: 104970\n- text: 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  start_ms: 104970\n  end_ms: 107350\n- text: Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  start_ms: 107350\n  end_ms: 109800\n- text: Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  start_ms: 109800\n  end_ms: 112030\n- text: There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  start_ms: 112030\n  end_ms: 114440\n- text: It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  start_ms: 114440\n  end_ms: 117060\n- text: Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  start_ms: 117060\n  end_ms: 119490\n- text: Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  start_ms: 119490\n  end_ms: 121880\n- text: And life is the test, hold up\n  start_ms: 121880\n  end_ms: 124100\n- text: Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  start_ms: 124100\n  end_ms: 126490\n- text: And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  start_ms: 126490\n  end_ms: 129160\n- text: With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  start_ms: 129160\n  end_ms: 131640\n- text: Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  start_ms: 131640\n  end_ms: 133990\n- text: Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  start_ms: 133990\n  end_ms: 136490\n- text: The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n  start_ms: 136490\n  end_ms: 138630\n- text: 'Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds'\n  start_ms: 138630\n  end_ms: 138900\n- text: This goes for niggaz who know\n  start_ms: 138900\n  end_ms: 140360\n- text: Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  start_ms: 140360\n  end_ms: 143700\n- text: Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  start_ms: 143700\n  end_ms: 146170\n- text: Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  start_ms: 146170\n  end_ms: 148500\n- text: Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  start_ms: 148500\n  end_ms: 150640\n- text: Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  start_ms: 150640\n  end_ms: 153110\n- text: Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  start_ms: 153110\n  end_ms: 156420\n- text: Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  start_ms: 156420\n  end_ms: 158500\n- text: Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  start_ms: 158500\n  end_ms: 161210\n- text: Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  start_ms: 161210\n  end_ms: 163220\n- text: Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  start_ms: 163220\n  end_ms: 165800\n- text: Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  start_ms: 165800\n  end_ms: 167630\n- text: Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  start_ms: 167630\n  end_ms: 169950\n- text: One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n  start_ms: 169950\n  end_ms: 172000\n- text: '[Meth]'\n  start_ms: 172000\n  end_ms: 172420\n- text: Wu roll together as one\n  start_ms: 172420\n  end_ms: 174020\n- text: I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n  start_ms: 174020\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: 'Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels'\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 175320\n- text: Solid gold crown is shinin\n  start_ms: 175320\n  end_ms: 176260\n- text: Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  start_ms: 176260\n  end_ms: 176900\n- text: Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  start_ms: 176900\n  end_ms: 179890\n- text: I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  start_ms: 179890\n  end_ms: 182150\n- text: Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  start_ms: 182150\n  end_ms: 184780\n- text: The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  start_ms: 184780\n  end_ms: 186990\n- text: Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  start_ms: 186990\n  end_ms: 189350\n- text: And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  start_ms: 189350\n  end_ms: 192140\n- text: How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  start_ms: 192140\n  end_ms: 193840\n- text: The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  start_ms: 193840\n  end_ms: 196940\n- text: The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  start_ms: 196940\n  end_ms: 199240\n- text: The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  start_ms: 199240\n  end_ms: 201180\n- text: Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  start_ms: 201180\n  end_ms: 203940\n- text: Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  start_ms: 203940\n  end_ms: 206410\n- text: Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  start_ms: 206410\n  end_ms: 209570\n- text: Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  start_ms: 209570\n  end_ms: 211520\n- text: It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  start_ms: 211520\n  end_ms: 213820\n- text: Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n  start_ms: 213820\n  end_ms: 216140\n- text: 'Verse Four: Master Killer'\n  start_ms: 216140\n  end_ms: 216560\n- text: God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  start_ms: 216560\n  end_ms: 219270\n- text: It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  start_ms: 219270\n  end_ms: 222690\n- text: So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  start_ms: 222690\n  end_ms: 225280\n- text: So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  start_ms: 225280\n  end_ms: 227420\n- text: That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  start_ms: 227420\n  end_ms: 230620\n- text: That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  start_ms: 230620\n  end_ms: 233880\n- text: Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  start_ms: 233880\n  end_ms: 235780\n- text: Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  start_ms: 235780\n  end_ms: 238100\n- text: My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  start_ms: 238100\n  end_ms: 240700\n- text: Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  start_ms: 240700\n  end_ms: 243060\n- text: Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  start_ms: 243060\n  end_ms: 245430\n- text: Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  start_ms: 245430\n  end_ms: 247860\n- text: Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  start_ms: 247860\n  end_ms: 250320\n- text: Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  start_ms: 250320\n  end_ms: 252950\n- text: Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  start_ms: 252950\n  end_ms: 255450\n- text: Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  start_ms: 255450\n  end_ms: 257980\n- text: The gat as I attack the track\n  start_ms: 257980\n  end_ms: 259770\n- text: From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  start_ms: 259770\n  end_ms: 262660\n- text: Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  start_ms: 262660\n  end_ms: 265380\n- text: Piece, deceased, laid to rest\n  start_ms: 265380\n  end_ms: 268760\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 268760\n  end_ms: 278220\n- text: 'Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks'\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 281560\n- text: Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  start_ms: 281560\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286380\n- text: Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  start_ms: 286380\n  end_ms: 288650\n- text: So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  start_ms: 288650\n  end_ms: 291500\n- text: My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  start_ms: 291500\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 296480\n- text: Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  start_ms: 296480\n  end_ms: 298730\n- text: The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  start_ms: 298730\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306030\n- text: Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  start_ms: 306030\n  end_ms: 308670\n- text: Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  start_ms: 308670\n  end_ms: 310970\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  start_ms: 310970\n  end_ms: 313250\n- text: Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 313250\n  end_ms: 315170\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  start_ms: 315170\n  end_ms: 318060\n- text: That's jet money, undaground money\n  start_ms: 318060\n  end_ms: 320150\n- text: Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n  start_ms: 320150\n  end_ms: 326460\n- text: Cosa cosa, come on...\n  start_ms: 326460\n  end_ms: 332920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332920\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\n  Intro:\n\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n  [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n  Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n  Come here for a minute!\n  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n  Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n  Get the fuck off it man.\n  Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n  Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n  Big ass shits.\n  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n  Chill man.\n\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store man\n  Sup kid?\n  Get that baking soda.\n  (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n  (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n  Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n  La cosa nostra\n  (Johnny Blaze!)\n  (Lou Diamonds!)\n  Represent kid.\n  (Tony Starks)\n  Universal frontier\n  (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\n  Chorus: Method Man\n\n  Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\n  Check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\n  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\n  This goes for niggaz who know\n  Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n  [Meth]\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\n  Solid gold crown is shinin\n  Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\n  Verse Four: Master Killer\n\n  God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  Piece, deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\n  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  That's jet money, undaground money\n  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\n  Cosa cosa, come on...\n"},{"id":9784212,"name":"Wu Gambinos","trackName":"Wu Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Wu‐Chronicles","duration":340.4533333333333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\nIntro:\n\nAnd in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want -- money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\nYo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\nYo Starks come here, come here Sun\nCome here for a minute!\nAiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\nShit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\nYo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\nGet your big Adidas off my moms table man!\nGet the fuck off it man.\nYo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\nNiggaz is greedy man, damn.\nBig ass shits.\nYo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\nChill man.\n\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store man\nSup kid?\nGet that baking soda.\n(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\nFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\nLa cosa nostra\n(Johnny Blaze!)\n(Lou Diamonds!)\nRepresent kid.\n(Tony Starks)\nUniversal frontier\n(Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\nChorus: Method Man\n\nWho come to get you? None. They want guns!\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\nCheck it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\nLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\nThere's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\nIt's the two holster, shit shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\nAnd the last one is death, back to the essence\nWith that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle plus my style, Criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\nVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\nThis goes for niggaz who know\nWu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\nRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\nStay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\nBack at the lab a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\nSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\nSuckin his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\nThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\nSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\nJakes beware black rap millionaires\nRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\nOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n[Meth]\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\nSolid gold crown is shinin\nSolid gold, check it Sun yo\nSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\nI be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with dim pones\nThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\nThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\ngoes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\nIt's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\nVerse Four: Master Killer\n\nGod steppin forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact\nThat I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\nThat hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\nCuz I strike, like thunder\nNiggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\nSystems are fractured by the killa tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\nClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\npiece, deceased, laid to rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\nYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\nSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back, to the lab at, high velocity\nMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\nFuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\nThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with 8 million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\nThat's jet money, undaground money\nSubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\nCosa cosa, come on...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n[00:01.29] Intro:\n[00:01.75] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n[00:03.74] Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n[00:08.91] Who wants to kill him?\n[00:10.14] No information, say yes or no\n[00:12.86] One point five million\n[00:14.45] Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n[00:20.06] They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n[00:25.20] And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n[00:28.16] [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n[00:28.80] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n[00:30.59] Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n[00:31.36] Come here for a minute!\n[00:32.28] Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n[00:33.37] Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n[00:34.32] Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n[00:37.12] Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n[00:40.17] Get the fuck off it man.\n[00:41.46] Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n[00:43.74] Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n[00:44.96] Big ass shits.\n[00:46.31] Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n[00:48.76] Chill man.\n[00:50.28] Bobby Steels\n[00:52.46] Somebody go to the store man\n[00:53.75] Sup kid?\n[00:54.63] Get that baking soda.\n[00:55.64] (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.10] (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n[01:03.18] Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n[01:07.04] La cosa nostra\n[01:08.80] (Johnny Blaze!)\n[01:11.83] (Lou Diamonds!)\n[01:13.68] Represent kid.\n[01:14.41] (Tony Starks)\n[01:16.37] Universal frontier\n[01:18.15] (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n[01:20.76] Chorus: Method Man\n[01:21.02] Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n[01:23.05] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:25.43] Wu roll together as one\n[01:27.22] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[01:29.34] Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n[01:29.70] Check it\n[01:30.30] Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n[01:32.81] Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:35.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:37.63] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:40.09] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:42.48] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n[01:44.97] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:47.35] Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n[01:49.80] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n[01:52.03] There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n[01:54.44] It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n[01:57.06] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:59.49] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:01.88] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:04.10] Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n[02:06.49] And the last one is death, back to the essence\n[02:09.16] With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:11.64] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:13.99] Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n[02:16.49] The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n[02:18.63] Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n[02:18.90] This goes for niggaz who know\n[02:20.36] Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n[02:23.70] Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n[02:26.17] Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n[02:28.50] Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n[02:30.64] Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n[02:33.11] Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n[02:36.42] Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:38.50] Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n[02:41.21] Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n[02:43.22] Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n[02:45.80] Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n[02:47.63] Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n[02:49.95] One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n[02:52.00] [Meth]\n[02:52.42] Wu roll together as one\n[02:54.02] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[02:54.75] Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n[02:55.32] Solid gold crown is shinin\n[02:56.26] Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n[02:56.90] Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n[02:59.89] I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n[03:02.15] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:04.78] The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.99] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:09.35] And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:12.14] How dare you approach it with dim pones\n[03:13.84] The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n[03:16.94] The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n[03:19.24] The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:21.18] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.94] Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:26.41] Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:29.57] goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n[03:31.52] It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n[03:33.82] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n[03:36.14] Verse Four: Master Killer\n[03:36.56] God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:39.27] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:42.69] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:45.28] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n[03:47.42] That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n[03:50.62] That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:53.88] Cuz I strike, like thunder\n[03:55.78] Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:58.10] My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n[04:00.70] Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n[04:03.06] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:05.43] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:07.86] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:10.32] Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n[04:12.95] Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:15.45] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:17.98] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:19.77] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:22.66] Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n[04:25.38] piece, deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.76] Chorus\n[04:38.22] Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n[04:38.52] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n[04:41.56] Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n[04:43.94] Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n[04:46.38] Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n[04:48.65] So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n[04:51.50] My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n[04:53.82] Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n[04:56.48] Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n[04:58.73] The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n[05:01.08] Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n[05:03.45] The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n[05:06.03] Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n[05:08.67] Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n[05:10.97] Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n[05:13.25] Them flower heads must have been stupid\n[05:15.17] Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n[05:18.06] That's jet money, undaground money\n[05:20.15] Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n[05:26.46] Cosa cosa, come on...\n[05:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu Gambinos\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Wu‐Chronicles\n  duration_ms: 340453\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (feat. 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Tony Starks'\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 281560\n- text: Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  start_ms: 281560\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286380\n- text: Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  start_ms: 286380\n  end_ms: 288650\n- text: So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  start_ms: 288650\n  end_ms: 291500\n- text: My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  start_ms: 291500\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 296480\n- text: Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  start_ms: 296480\n  end_ms: 298730\n- text: The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  start_ms: 298730\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306030\n- text: Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  start_ms: 306030\n  end_ms: 308670\n- text: Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  start_ms: 308670\n  end_ms: 310970\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  start_ms: 310970\n  end_ms: 313250\n- text: Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 313250\n  end_ms: 315170\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  start_ms: 315170\n  end_ms: 318060\n- text: That's jet money, undaground money\n  start_ms: 318060\n  end_ms: 320150\n- text: Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n  start_ms: 320150\n  end_ms: 326460\n- text: Cosa cosa, come on...\n  start_ms: 326460\n  end_ms: 332920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332920\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\n  Intro:\n\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n  [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n  Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n  Come here for a minute!\n  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n  Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n  Get the fuck off it man.\n  Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n  Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n  Big ass shits.\n  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n  Chill man.\n\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store man\n  Sup kid?\n  Get that baking soda.\n  (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n  (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n  Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n  La cosa nostra\n  (Johnny Blaze!)\n  (Lou Diamonds!)\n  Represent kid.\n  (Tony Starks)\n  Universal frontier\n  (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\n  Chorus: Method Man\n\n  Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\n  Check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\n  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\n  This goes for niggaz who know\n  Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n  [Meth]\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\n  Solid gold crown is shinin\n  Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\n  Verse Four: Master Killer\n\n  God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  piece, deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\n  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  That's jet money, undaground money\n  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\n  Cosa cosa, come on...\n"},{"id":14887086,"name":"Wu-Gambinos","trackName":"Wu-Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Wu Tang Vs. Shaolin Masters","duration":340.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\nIntro:\n\nAnd in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want -- money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\nYo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\nYo Starks come here, come here Sun\nCome here for a minute!\nAiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\nShit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\nYo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\nGet your big Adidas off my moms table man!\nGet the fuck off it man.\nYo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\nNiggaz is greedy man, damn.\nBig ass shits.\nYo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\nChill man.\n\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store man\nSup kid?\nGet that baking soda.\n(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\nFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\nLa cosa nostra\n(Johnny Blaze!)\n(Lou Diamonds!)\nRepresent kid.\n(Tony Starks)\nUniversal frontier\n(Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\nChorus: Method Man\n\nWho come to get you? None. They want guns!\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\nCheck it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\nLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\nThere's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\nIt's the two holster, shit shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\nAnd the last one is death, back to the essence\nWith that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle plus my style, Criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\nVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\nThis goes for niggaz who know\nWu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\nRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\nStay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\nBack at the lab a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\nSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\nSuckin his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\nThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\nSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\nJakes beware black rap millionaires\nRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\nOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n[Meth]\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\nSolid gold crown is shinin\nSolid gold, check it Sun yo\nSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\nI be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with dim pones\nThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\nThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\ngoes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\nIt's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\nVerse Four: Master Killer\n\nGod steppin forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact\nThat I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\nThat hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\nCuz I strike, like thunder\nNiggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\nSystems are fractured by the killa tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\nClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\npiece, deceased, laid to rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\nYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\nSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back, to the lab at, high velocity\nMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\nFuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\nThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with 8 million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\nThat's jet money, undaground money\nSubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\nCosa cosa, come on...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n[00:01.29] Intro:\n[00:01.75] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n[00:03.74] Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n[00:08.91] Who wants to kill him?\n[00:10.14] No information, say yes or no\n[00:12.86] One point five million\n[00:14.45] Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n[00:20.06] They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n[00:25.20] And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n[00:28.16] [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n[00:28.80] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n[00:30.59] Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n[00:31.36] Come here for a minute!\n[00:32.28] Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n[00:33.37] Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n[00:34.32] Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n[00:37.12] Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n[00:40.17] Get the fuck off it man.\n[00:41.46] Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n[00:43.74] Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n[00:44.96] Big ass shits.\n[00:46.31] Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n[00:48.76] Chill man.\n[00:50.28] Bobby Steels\n[00:52.46] Somebody go to the store man\n[00:53.75] Sup kid?\n[00:54.63] Get that baking soda.\n[00:55.64] (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.10] (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n[01:03.18] Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n[01:07.04] La cosa nostra\n[01:08.80] (Johnny Blaze!)\n[01:11.83] (Lou Diamonds!)\n[01:13.68] Represent kid.\n[01:14.41] (Tony Starks)\n[01:16.37] Universal frontier\n[01:18.15] (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n[01:20.76] Chorus: Method Man\n[01:21.02] Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n[01:23.05] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:25.43] Wu roll together as one\n[01:27.22] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[01:29.34] Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n[01:29.70] Check it\n[01:30.30] Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n[01:32.81] Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:35.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:37.63] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:40.09] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:42.48] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n[01:44.97] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:47.35] Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n[01:49.80] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n[01:52.03] There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n[01:54.44] It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n[01:57.06] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:59.49] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:01.88] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:04.10] Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n[02:06.49] And the last one is death, back to the essence\n[02:09.16] With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:11.64] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:13.99] Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n[02:16.49] The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n[02:18.63] Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n[02:18.90] This goes for niggaz who know\n[02:20.36] Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n[02:23.70] Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n[02:26.17] Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n[02:28.50] Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n[02:30.64] Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n[02:33.11] Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n[02:36.42] Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:38.50] Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n[02:41.21] Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n[02:43.22] Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n[02:45.80] Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n[02:47.63] Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n[02:49.95] One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n[02:52.00] [Meth]\n[02:52.42] Wu roll together as one\n[02:54.02] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[02:54.75] Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n[02:55.32] Solid gold crown is shinin\n[02:56.26] Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n[02:56.90] Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n[02:59.89] I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n[03:02.15] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:04.78] The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.99] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:09.35] And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:12.14] How dare you approach it with dim pones\n[03:13.84] The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n[03:16.94] The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n[03:19.24] The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:21.18] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.94] Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:26.41] Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:29.57] goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n[03:31.52] It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n[03:33.82] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n[03:36.14] Verse Four: Master Killer\n[03:36.56] God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:39.27] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:42.69] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:45.28] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n[03:47.42] That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n[03:50.62] That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:53.88] Cuz I strike, like thunder\n[03:55.78] Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:58.10] My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n[04:00.70] Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n[04:03.06] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:05.43] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:07.86] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:10.32] Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n[04:12.95] Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:15.45] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:17.98] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:19.77] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:22.66] Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n[04:25.38] piece, deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.76] Chorus\n[04:38.22] Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n[04:38.52] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n[04:41.56] Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n[04:43.94] Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n[04:46.38] Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n[04:48.65] So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n[04:51.50] My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n[04:53.82] Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n[04:56.48] Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n[04:58.73] The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n[05:01.08] Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n[05:03.45] The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n[05:06.03] Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n[05:08.67] Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n[05:10.97] Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n[05:13.25] Them flower heads must have been stupid\n[05:15.17] Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n[05:18.06] That's jet money, undaground money\n[05:20.15] Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n[05:26.46] Cosa cosa, come on...\n[05:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu-Gambinos\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Wu Tang Vs. 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Tony Starks'\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 281560\n- text: Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  start_ms: 281560\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286380\n- text: Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  start_ms: 286380\n  end_ms: 288650\n- text: So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  start_ms: 288650\n  end_ms: 291500\n- text: My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  start_ms: 291500\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 296480\n- text: Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  start_ms: 296480\n  end_ms: 298730\n- text: The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  start_ms: 298730\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306030\n- text: Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  start_ms: 306030\n  end_ms: 308670\n- text: Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  start_ms: 308670\n  end_ms: 310970\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  start_ms: 310970\n  end_ms: 313250\n- text: Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 313250\n  end_ms: 315170\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  start_ms: 315170\n  end_ms: 318060\n- text: That's jet money, undaground money\n  start_ms: 318060\n  end_ms: 320150\n- text: Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n  start_ms: 320150\n  end_ms: 326460\n- text: Cosa cosa, come on...\n  start_ms: 326460\n  end_ms: 332920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332920\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\n  Intro:\n\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n  [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n  Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n  Come here for a minute!\n  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n  Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n  Get the fuck off it man.\n  Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n  Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n  Big ass shits.\n  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n  Chill man.\n\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store man\n  Sup kid?\n  Get that baking soda.\n  (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n  (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n  Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n  La cosa nostra\n  (Johnny Blaze!)\n  (Lou Diamonds!)\n  Represent kid.\n  (Tony Starks)\n  Universal frontier\n  (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\n  Chorus: Method Man\n\n  Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\n  Check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\n  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\n  This goes for niggaz who know\n  Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n  [Meth]\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\n  Solid gold crown is shinin\n  Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\n  Verse Four: Master Killer\n\n  God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  piece, deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\n  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  That's jet money, undaground money\n  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\n  Cosa cosa, come on...\n"},{"id":32509516,"name":"Wu-Gambinos","trackName":"Wu-Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Wu Music Group Presents Links to Poetry","duration":340.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want, money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd they're explosive head bullets, your favorite\nCome here, son\nCome here, for a minute\nHold up, hold up, hold up, hold up\nYo, send Bobby to the store for some more baking soda\nYo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man\nGet your big Avias off my mom's table man\nThe fuck is wrong with you, man?\nNah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man\nFuck is wrong with you, man?\nNiggas is greedy man, damn\nBig ass shits\nYo man, you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man\nChill man\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit\nSup kid?\nGet baking soda\nYo\nLet's cut the pie five ways\nWe came off with two mil, kid\nNoodles\nFast\nRollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through\nLa Cosa Nostra\nJohnny Blaze\nLou Diamonds\nRepresent for my peoples\nWord up, kid\nTony Starks\nUniversal frontier\nOriginal bloodclaat bad boys\nWho come to get you, none, they want guns\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty\nLike my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds\nThere's a new sheriff in town holding it down\nIt's the two holster, six-shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath\nI'm still paying dues and the last one is death\nBack to the essence with that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle, bless my style, criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze\nThis goes for niggas who know\nWu will glow like yayo, lay low\nPlus cooling in Barbados\nRicans be giving me much shit to touch shit\nStay cool papa, see you with enough shit\nBack at the lab-a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggas act up, what? 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Wu will glow like yayo, lay low\n  Plus cooling in Barbados\n  Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit\n  Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit\n  Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggas act up, what? Blow up their workers if they have to\n  Señoritas, fucking up a storm buying Gods margaritas\n  Sucking his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas\n  Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas\n  Silks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah\n  Jakes beware of black rap millionaires\n  Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year\n  1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother son cause he shine like one\n  Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds\n  I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver lining\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with them poems\n  The overfiend, light nova beam green, show 'em what soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it\n  The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happy Millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  Goes up your adrenalin, son, it's time for bouting\n  It's a model you're resembling the niggas who like following\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and\n  God stepping forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the master\n  For what lurks, is an expert that hurts\n  The individual who tries to visualize under\n  'Cause I strike, like thunder\n  Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respitorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killer tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks my\n  Clan is hostile and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfucking dome-piece\n  Deceased, laid to rest\n  Who come to get you, none, they want guns\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one\n  Yo, ayo, I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holding up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath\n  Soley on Wu cords you heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back to the lab at high velocity\n  My team make hand-to-hand sales, we're like a pharmacy\n  Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellers become novels\n  The man rocking head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's British Walkers, playboys, mocks and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with eight million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid\n  There's jet money, underground money\n  Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies\n  Cosa, Cosa\n  Come on\n"},{"id":20762810,"name":"16-Wu-Gambinos","trackName":"16-Wu-Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Raekwon_Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":339.544917,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\nIntro:\n\nAnd in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want -- money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\nYo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\nYo Starks come here, come here Sun\nCome here for a minute!\nAiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\nShit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\nYo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\nGet your big Adidas off my moms table man!\nGet the fuck off it man.\nYo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\nNiggaz is greedy man, damn.\nBig ass shits.\nYo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\nChill man.\n\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store man\nSup kid?\nGet that baking soda.\n(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\nFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\nLa cosa nostra\n(Johnny Blaze!)\n(Lou Diamonds!)\nRepresent kid.\n(Tony Starks)\nUniversal frontier\n(Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\nChorus: Method Man\n\nWho come to get you? None. They want guns!\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\nCheck it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\nLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\nThere's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\nIt's the two holster, shit shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\nAnd the last one is death, back to the essence\nWith that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle plus my style, Criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\nVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\nThis goes for niggaz who know\nWu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\nRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\nStay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\nBack at the lab a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\nSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\nSuckin his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\nThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\nSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\nJakes beware black rap millionaires\nRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\nOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n[Meth]\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\nSolid gold crown is shinin\nSolid gold, check it Sun yo\nSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\nI be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with dim pones\nThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\nThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\ngoes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\nIt's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\nVerse Four: Master Killer\n\nGod steppin forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact\nThat I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\nThat hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\nCuz I strike, like thunder\nNiggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\nSystems are fractured by the killa tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\nClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\npiece, deceased, laid to rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\nYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\nSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back, to the lab at, high velocity\nMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\nFuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\nThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with 8 million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\nThat's jet money, undaground money\nSubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\nCosa cosa, come on...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n[00:01.29] Intro:\n[00:01.75] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n[00:03.74] Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n[00:08.91] Who wants to kill him?\n[00:10.14] No information, say yes or no\n[00:12.86] One point five million\n[00:14.45] Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n[00:20.06] They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n[00:25.20] And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n[00:28.16] [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n[00:28.80] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n[00:30.59] Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n[00:31.36] Come here for a minute!\n[00:32.28] Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n[00:33.37] Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n[00:34.32] Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n[00:37.12] Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n[00:40.17] Get the fuck off it man.\n[00:41.46] Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n[00:43.74] Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n[00:44.96] Big ass shits.\n[00:46.31] Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n[00:48.76] Chill man.\n[00:50.28] Bobby Steels\n[00:52.46] Somebody go to the store man\n[00:53.75] Sup kid?\n[00:54.63] Get that baking soda.\n[00:55.64] (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.10] (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n[01:03.18] Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n[01:07.04] La cosa nostra\n[01:08.80] (Johnny Blaze!)\n[01:11.83] (Lou Diamonds!)\n[01:13.68] Represent kid.\n[01:14.41] (Tony Starks)\n[01:16.37] Universal frontier\n[01:18.15] (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n[01:20.76] Chorus: Method Man\n[01:21.02] Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n[01:23.05] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:25.43] Wu roll together as one\n[01:27.22] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[01:29.34] Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n[01:29.70] Check it\n[01:30.30] Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n[01:32.81] Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:35.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:37.63] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:40.09] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:42.48] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n[01:44.97] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:47.35] Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n[01:49.80] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n[01:52.03] There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n[01:54.44] It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n[01:57.06] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:59.49] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:01.88] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:04.10] Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n[02:06.49] And the last one is death, back to the essence\n[02:09.16] With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:11.64] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:13.99] Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n[02:16.49] The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n[02:18.63] Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n[02:18.90] This goes for niggaz who know\n[02:20.36] Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n[02:23.70] Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n[02:26.17] Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n[02:28.50] Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n[02:30.64] Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n[02:33.11] Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n[02:36.42] Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:38.50] Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n[02:41.21] Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n[02:43.22] Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n[02:45.80] Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n[02:47.63] Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n[02:49.95] One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n[02:52.00] [Meth]\n[02:52.42] Wu roll together as one\n[02:54.02] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[02:54.75] Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n[02:55.32] Solid gold crown is shinin\n[02:56.26] Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n[02:56.90] Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n[02:59.89] I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n[03:02.15] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:04.78] The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.99] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:09.35] And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:12.14] How dare you approach it with dim pones\n[03:13.84] The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n[03:16.94] The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n[03:19.24] The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:21.18] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.94] Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:26.41] Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:29.57] goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n[03:31.52] It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n[03:33.82] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n[03:36.14] Verse Four: Master Killer\n[03:36.56] God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:39.27] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:42.69] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:45.28] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n[03:47.42] That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n[03:50.62] That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:53.88] Cuz I strike, like thunder\n[03:55.78] Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:58.10] My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n[04:00.70] Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n[04:03.06] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:05.43] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:07.86] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:10.32] Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n[04:12.95] Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:15.45] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:17.98] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:19.77] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:22.66] Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n[04:25.38] piece, deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.76] Chorus\n[04:38.22] Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n[04:38.52] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n[04:41.56] Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n[04:43.94] Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n[04:46.38] Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n[04:48.65] So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n[04:51.50] My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n[04:53.82] Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n[04:56.48] Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n[04:58.73] The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n[05:01.08] Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n[05:03.45] The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n[05:06.03] Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n[05:08.67] Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n[05:10.97] Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n[05:13.25] Them flower heads must have been stupid\n[05:15.17] Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n[05:18.06] That's jet money, undaground money\n[05:20.15] Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n[05:26.46] Cosa cosa, come on...\n[05:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 16-Wu-Gambinos\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Raekwon_Only Built 4 Cuban Linx\n  duration_ms: 339545\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (feat. 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Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\n  Intro:\n\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n  [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n  Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n  Come here for a minute!\n  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n  Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n  Get the fuck off it man.\n  Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n  Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n  Big ass shits.\n  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n  Chill man.\n\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store man\n  Sup kid?\n  Get that baking soda.\n  (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n  (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n  Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n  La cosa nostra\n  (Johnny Blaze!)\n  (Lou Diamonds!)\n  Represent kid.\n  (Tony Starks)\n  Universal frontier\n  (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\n  Chorus: Method Man\n\n  Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\n  Check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\n  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\n  This goes for niggaz who know\n  Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n  [Meth]\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\n  Solid gold crown is shinin\n  Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\n  Verse Four: Master Killer\n\n  God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  piece, deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\n  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  That's jet money, undaground money\n  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\n  Cosa cosa, come on...\n"},{"id":39713212,"name":"Wu Gambinos","trackName":"Wu Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon feat. 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173180\n  end_ms: 176660\n- text: Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds\n  start_ms: 176660\n  end_ms: 179550\n- text: I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver linings\n  start_ms: 179550\n  end_ms: 181930\n- text: Double-breasted, bulletproof vested, well protected\n  start_ms: 181930\n  end_ms: 184340\n- text: The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus\n  start_ms: 184340\n  end_ms: 186600\n- text: Casting stones, cracking 206 bones\n  start_ms: 186600\n  end_ms: 188980\n- text: And watch your ass get thrown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  start_ms: 188980\n  end_ms: 191940\n- text: How dare you approach it with them poems?\n  start_ms: 191940\n  end_ms: 193390\n- text: The overfiend, light nova beam gleam, show 'em what a soldier mean\n  start_ms: 193390\n  end_ms: 196630\n- text: The grand exquisite imperial wizard\n  start_ms: 196630\n  end_ms: 198480\n- text: Or is it the RZArectah come to pay your ass a visit?\n  start_ms: 198480\n  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Masta\n  start_ms: 224800\n  end_ms: 228000\n- text: For what lurks is an expert that hurts\n  start_ms: 228000\n  end_ms: 230810\n- text: The individual who tries to visualize under\n  start_ms: 230810\n  end_ms: 233520\n- text: '''Cause I strike like thunder'\n  start_ms: 233520\n  end_ms: 235230\n- text: Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  start_ms: 235230\n  end_ms: 237790\n- text: My wisdom fucks up your respitorial\n  start_ms: 237790\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: Systems are fractured by the Killa tactics\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 242670\n- text: Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  start_ms: 242670\n  end_ms: 245150\n- text: Enter the entity, my vicinity is 360 degrees of humidity\n  start_ms: 245150\n  end_ms: 249900\n- text: Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks\n  start_ms: 249900\n  end_ms: 252230\n- text: My Clan is hostile, and got mad moss for blocks\n  start_ms: 252230\n  end_ms: 254640\n- text: So, feel the force of impact\n  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310300\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions\n  start_ms: 310300\n  end_ms: 312830\n- text: Them flour-heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 312830\n  end_ms: 314750\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid?\n  start_ms: 314750\n  end_ms: 317700\n- text: There's jet money, underground money\n  start_ms: 317700\n  end_ms: 319720\n- text: Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies\n  start_ms: 319720\n  end_ms: 326620\n- text: Cosa, Cosa\n  start_ms: 326620\n  end_ms: 329450\n- text: Come on\n  start_ms: 329450\n  end_ms: 339520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 339520\nplain: |-\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wing's the name\n  He works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One-point-five million\n  All right, you get what you want, money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And they're 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snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that ho pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmm\n\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds\n  There's a new sheriff in town holding it down\n  It's the two holster, six-shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath\n  I'm still paying dues and the last one is death\n\n  Back to the essence with that shit you stressing\n  This rap profession, now peep Tical\n  The son of the Shaolin Isle\n  Bless my style, criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze\n\n  This goes for niggas who know, Wu will grow like yayo\n  Lay low plus cooling in Barbados\n  Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit\n  Stay cool, papa, seen you with enough shit\n  Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up\n  Your niggas act up, what? Blow up their workers if they have to\n  Señoritas fucking up a storm, buyin' gods margaritas\n  Sucking his dick up in the whip long\n\n  Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas\n  Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas\n  Silks Wally, wear a Figaro chain, yeah\n  Jakes beware of black rap millionaires\n  Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year\n  1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah\n\n  Wu roll together as one (solid gold throne is shinin')\n  I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one (solid gold, check it, son, yo)\n\n  Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds\n  I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver linings\n  Double-breasted, bulletproof vested, well protected\n  The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking 206 bones\n  And watch your ass get thrown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with them poems?\n  The overfiend, light nova beam gleam, show 'em what a soldier mean\n\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard\n  Or is it the RZArectah come to pay your ass a visit?\n  Local biochemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happy millennium 2000\n  Microchips, two shots of penicillin goes up your adrenaline, son, it's time for boutin'\n  It's a model you're resembling, the niggas who like followin'\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and\n\n  God stepping forth upon holy ground of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the Masta\n  For what lurks is an expert that hurts\n  The individual who tries to visualize under\n  'Cause I strike like thunder\n  Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respitorial\n  Systems are fractured by the Killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity is 360 degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks\n  My Clan is hostile, and got mad moss for blocks\n  So, feel the force of impact\n  From the iron side of the gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks, pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfuckin' dome-piece\n  Deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Who come to get you, none, they want guns\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one\n\n  Yo, ayo, I got this under my wing, move, give me room\n  Holding up your saloon, clean sweep like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath\n  Soley on Wu cords y'all heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back to the lab at high velocity\n  My team make hand-to-hand sales, we're like a pharmacy\n  Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo\n  Goodfellas, we know bestsellers become novels\n  The man rocking headbands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early '80s British Walkers, playboys, mocks and shams\n\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right out of Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with eight million?\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions\n  Them flour-heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid?\n  There's jet money, underground money\n  Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies\n\n  Cosa, Cosa\n  Come on\n"},{"id":5852846,"name":"Wu-Gambinos","trackName":"Wu-Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Links to Poetry","duration":340.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\nIntro:\n\nAnd in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want -- money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\nYo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\nYo Starks come here, come here Sun\nCome here for a minute!\nAiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\nShit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\nYo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\nGet your big Adidas off my moms table man!\nGet the fuck off it man.\nYo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\nNiggaz is greedy man, damn.\nBig ass shits.\nYo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\nChill man.\n\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store man\nSup kid?\nGet that baking soda.\n(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\nFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\nLa cosa nostra\n(Johnny Blaze!)\n(Lou Diamonds!)\nRepresent kid.\n(Tony Starks)\nUniversal frontier\n(Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\nChorus: Method Man\n\nWho come to get you? None. They want guns!\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\nCheck it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\nLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\nThere's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\nIt's the two holster, shit shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\nAnd the last one is death, back to the essence\nWith that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle plus my style, Criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\nVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\nThis goes for niggaz who know\nWu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\nRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\nStay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\nBack at the lab a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\nSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\nSuckin his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\nThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\nSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\nJakes beware black rap millionaires\nRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\nOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n[Meth]\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\nSolid gold crown is shinin\nSolid gold, check it Sun yo\nSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\nI be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with dim pones\nThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\nThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\nGoes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\nIt's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\nVerse Four: Master Killer\n\nGod steppin forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact\nThat I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\nThat hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\nCuz I strike, like thunder\nNiggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\nSystems are fractured by the killa tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\nClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\nPiece, deceased, laid to rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\nYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\nSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back, to the lab at, high velocity\nMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\nFuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\nThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with 8 million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\nThat's jet money, undaground money\nSubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\nCosa cosa, come on...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n[00:01.29] Intro:\n[00:01.75] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n[00:03.74] Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n[00:08.91] Who wants to kill him?\n[00:10.14] No information, say yes or no\n[00:12.86] One point five million\n[00:14.45] Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n[00:20.06] They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n[00:25.20] And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n[00:28.16] [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n[00:28.80] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n[00:30.59] Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n[00:31.36] Come here for a minute!\n[00:32.28] Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n[00:33.37] Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n[00:34.32] Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n[00:37.12] Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n[00:40.17] Get the fuck off it man.\n[00:41.46] Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n[00:43.74] Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n[00:44.96] Big ass shits.\n[00:46.31] Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n[00:48.76] Chill man.\n[00:50.28] Bobby Steels\n[00:52.46] Somebody go to the store man\n[00:53.75] Sup kid?\n[00:54.63] Get that baking soda.\n[00:55.64] (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.10] (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n[01:03.18] Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n[01:07.04] La cosa nostra\n[01:08.80] (Johnny Blaze!)\n[01:11.83] (Lou Diamonds!)\n[01:13.68] Represent kid.\n[01:14.41] (Tony Starks)\n[01:16.37] Universal frontier\n[01:18.15] (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n[01:20.76] Chorus: Method Man\n[01:21.02] Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n[01:23.05] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:25.43] Wu roll together as one\n[01:27.22] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[01:29.34] Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n[01:29.70] Check it\n[01:30.30] Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n[01:32.81] Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:35.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:37.63] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:40.09] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:42.48] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n[01:44.97] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:47.35] Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n[01:49.80] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n[01:52.03] There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n[01:54.44] It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n[01:57.06] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:59.49] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:01.88] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:04.10] Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n[02:06.49] And the last one is death, back to the essence\n[02:09.16] With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:11.64] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:13.99] Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n[02:16.49] The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n[02:18.63] Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n[02:18.90] This goes for niggaz who know\n[02:20.36] Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n[02:23.70] Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n[02:26.17] Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n[02:28.50] Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n[02:30.64] Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n[02:33.11] Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n[02:36.42] Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:38.50] Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n[02:41.21] Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n[02:43.22] Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n[02:45.80] Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n[02:47.63] Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n[02:49.95] One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n[02:52.00] [Meth]\n[02:52.42] Wu roll together as one\n[02:54.02] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[02:54.75] Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n[02:55.32] Solid gold crown is shinin\n[02:56.26] Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n[02:56.90] Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n[02:59.89] I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n[03:02.15] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:04.78] The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.99] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:09.35] And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:12.14] How dare you approach it with dim pones\n[03:13.84] The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n[03:16.94] The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n[03:19.24] The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:21.18] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.94] Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:26.41] Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:29.57] Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n[03:31.52] It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n[03:33.82] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n[03:36.14] Verse Four: Master Killer\n[03:36.56] God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:39.27] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:42.69] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:45.28] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n[03:47.42] That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n[03:50.62] That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:53.88] Cuz I strike, like thunder\n[03:55.78] Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:58.10] My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n[04:00.70] Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n[04:03.06] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:05.43] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:07.86] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:10.32] Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n[04:12.95] Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:15.45] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:17.98] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:19.77] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:22.66] Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n[04:25.38] Piece, deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.76] Chorus\n[04:38.22] Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n[04:38.52] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n[04:41.56] Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n[04:43.94] Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n[04:46.38] Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n[04:48.65] So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n[04:51.50] My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n[04:53.82] Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n[04:56.48] Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n[04:58.73] The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n[05:01.08] Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n[05:03.45] The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n[05:06.03] Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n[05:08.67] Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n[05:10.97] Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n[05:13.25] Them flower heads must have been stupid\n[05:15.17] Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n[05:18.06] That's jet money, undaground money\n[05:20.15] Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n[05:26.46] Cosa cosa, come on...\n[05:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu-Gambinos\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Links to Poetry\n  duration_ms: 340000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Feat. 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Tony Starks'\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 281560\n- text: Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  start_ms: 281560\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286380\n- text: Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  start_ms: 286380\n  end_ms: 288650\n- text: So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  start_ms: 288650\n  end_ms: 291500\n- text: My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  start_ms: 291500\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 296480\n- text: Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  start_ms: 296480\n  end_ms: 298730\n- text: The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  start_ms: 298730\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306030\n- text: Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  start_ms: 306030\n  end_ms: 308670\n- text: Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  start_ms: 308670\n  end_ms: 310970\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  start_ms: 310970\n  end_ms: 313250\n- text: Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 313250\n  end_ms: 315170\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  start_ms: 315170\n  end_ms: 318060\n- text: That's jet money, undaground money\n  start_ms: 318060\n  end_ms: 320150\n- text: Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n  start_ms: 320150\n  end_ms: 326460\n- text: Cosa cosa, come on...\n  start_ms: 326460\n  end_ms: 332920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332920\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\n  Intro:\n\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n  [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n  Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n  Come here for a minute!\n  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n  Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n  Get the fuck off it man.\n  Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n  Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n  Big ass shits.\n  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n  Chill man.\n\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store man\n  Sup kid?\n  Get that baking soda.\n  (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n  (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n  Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n  La cosa nostra\n  (Johnny Blaze!)\n  (Lou Diamonds!)\n  Represent kid.\n  (Tony Starks)\n  Universal frontier\n  (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\n  Chorus: Method Man\n\n  Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\n  Check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\n  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\n  This goes for niggaz who know\n  Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n  [Meth]\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\n  Solid gold crown is shinin\n  Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\n  Verse Four: Master Killer\n\n  God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  Piece, deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\n  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  That's jet money, undaground money\n  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\n  Cosa cosa, come on...\n"},{"id":3689209,"name":"Wu-Gambinos","trackName":"Wu-Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":340.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\nIntro:\n\nAnd in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want -- money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\nYo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\nYo Starks come here, come here Sun\nCome here for a minute!\nAiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\nShit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\nYo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\nGet your big Adidas off my moms table man!\nGet the fuck off it man.\nYo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\nNiggaz is greedy man, damn.\nBig ass shits.\nYo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\nChill man.\n\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store man\nSup kid?\nGet that baking soda.\n(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\nFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\nLa cosa nostra\n(Johnny Blaze!)\n(Lou Diamonds!)\nRepresent kid.\n(Tony Starks)\nUniversal frontier\n(Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\nChorus: Method Man\n\nWho come to get you? None. They want guns!\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\nCheck it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\nLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\nThere's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\nIt's the two holster, shit shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\nAnd the last one is death, back to the essence\nWith that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle plus my style, Criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\nVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\nThis goes for niggaz who know\nWu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\nRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\nStay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\nBack at the lab a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\nSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\nSuckin his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\nThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\nSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\nJakes beware black rap millionaires\nRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\nOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n[Meth]\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\nSolid gold crown is shinin\nSolid gold, check it Sun yo\nSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\nI be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with dim pones\nThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\nThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\nGoes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\nIt's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\nVerse Four: Master Killer\n\nGod steppin forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact\nThat I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\nThat hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\nCuz I strike, like thunder\nNiggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\nSystems are fractured by the killa tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\nClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\nPiece, deceased, laid to rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\nYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\nSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back, to the lab at, high velocity\nMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\nFuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\nThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with 8 million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\nThat's jet money, undaground money\nSubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\nCosa cosa, come on...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n[00:01.29] Intro:\n[00:01.75] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n[00:03.74] Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n[00:08.91] Who wants to kill him?\n[00:10.14] No information, say yes or no\n[00:12.86] One point five million\n[00:14.45] Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n[00:20.06] They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n[00:25.20] And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n[00:28.16] [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n[00:28.80] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n[00:30.59] Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n[00:31.36] Come here for a minute!\n[00:32.28] Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n[00:33.37] Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n[00:34.32] Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n[00:37.12] Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n[00:40.17] Get the fuck off it man.\n[00:41.46] Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n[00:43.74] Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n[00:44.96] Big ass shits.\n[00:46.31] Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n[00:48.76] Chill man.\n[00:50.28] Bobby Steels\n[00:52.46] Somebody go to the store man\n[00:53.75] Sup kid?\n[00:54.63] Get that baking soda.\n[00:55.64] (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.10] (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n[01:03.18] Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n[01:07.04] La cosa nostra\n[01:08.80] (Johnny Blaze!)\n[01:11.83] (Lou Diamonds!)\n[01:13.68] Represent kid.\n[01:14.41] (Tony Starks)\n[01:16.37] Universal frontier\n[01:18.15] (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n[01:20.76] Chorus: Method Man\n[01:21.02] Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n[01:23.05] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:25.43] Wu roll together as one\n[01:27.22] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[01:29.34] Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n[01:29.70] Check it\n[01:30.30] Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n[01:32.81] Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:35.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:37.63] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:40.09] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:42.48] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n[01:44.97] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:47.35] Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n[01:49.80] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n[01:52.03] There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n[01:54.44] It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n[01:57.06] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:59.49] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:01.88] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:04.10] Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n[02:06.49] And the last one is death, back to the essence\n[02:09.16] With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:11.64] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:13.99] Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n[02:16.49] The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n[02:18.63] Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n[02:18.90] This goes for niggaz who know\n[02:20.36] Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n[02:23.70] Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n[02:26.17] Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n[02:28.50] Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n[02:30.64] Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n[02:33.11] Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n[02:36.42] Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:38.50] Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n[02:41.21] Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n[02:43.22] Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n[02:45.80] Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n[02:47.63] Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n[02:49.95] One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n[02:52.00] [Meth]\n[02:52.42] Wu roll together as one\n[02:54.02] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[02:54.75] Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n[02:55.32] Solid gold crown is shinin\n[02:56.26] Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n[02:56.90] Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n[02:59.89] I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n[03:02.15] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:04.78] The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.99] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:09.35] And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:12.14] How dare you approach it with dim pones\n[03:13.84] The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n[03:16.94] The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n[03:19.24] The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:21.18] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.94] Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:26.41] Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:29.57] Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n[03:31.52] It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n[03:33.82] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n[03:36.14] Verse Four: Master Killer\n[03:36.56] God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:39.27] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:42.69] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:45.28] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n[03:47.42] That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n[03:50.62] That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:53.88] Cuz I strike, like thunder\n[03:55.78] Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:58.10] My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n[04:00.70] Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n[04:03.06] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:05.43] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:07.86] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:10.32] Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n[04:12.95] Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:15.45] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:17.98] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:19.77] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:22.66] Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n[04:25.38] Piece, deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.76] Chorus\n[04:38.22] Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n[04:38.52] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n[04:41.56] Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n[04:43.94] Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n[04:46.38] Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n[04:48.65] So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n[04:51.50] My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n[04:53.82] Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n[04:56.48] Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n[04:58.73] The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n[05:01.08] Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n[05:03.45] The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n[05:06.03] Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n[05:08.67] Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n[05:10.97] Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n[05:13.25] Them flower heads must have been stupid\n[05:15.17] Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n[05:18.06] That's jet money, undaground money\n[05:20.15] Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n[05:26.46] Cosa cosa, come on...\n[05:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu-Gambinos\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx\n  duration_ms: 340000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Feat. 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Tony Starks'\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 281560\n- text: Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  start_ms: 281560\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286380\n- text: Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  start_ms: 286380\n  end_ms: 288650\n- text: So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  start_ms: 288650\n  end_ms: 291500\n- text: My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  start_ms: 291500\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 296480\n- text: Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  start_ms: 296480\n  end_ms: 298730\n- text: The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  start_ms: 298730\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306030\n- text: Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  start_ms: 306030\n  end_ms: 308670\n- text: Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  start_ms: 308670\n  end_ms: 310970\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  start_ms: 310970\n  end_ms: 313250\n- text: Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 313250\n  end_ms: 315170\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  start_ms: 315170\n  end_ms: 318060\n- text: That's jet money, undaground money\n  start_ms: 318060\n  end_ms: 320150\n- text: Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n  start_ms: 320150\n  end_ms: 326460\n- text: Cosa cosa, come on...\n  start_ms: 326460\n  end_ms: 332920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332920\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\n  Intro:\n\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n  [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n  Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n  Come here for a minute!\n  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n  Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n  Get the fuck off it man.\n  Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n  Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n  Big ass shits.\n  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n  Chill man.\n\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store man\n  Sup kid?\n  Get that baking soda.\n  (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n  (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n  Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n  La cosa nostra\n  (Johnny Blaze!)\n  (Lou Diamonds!)\n  Represent kid.\n  (Tony Starks)\n  Universal frontier\n  (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\n  Chorus: Method Man\n\n  Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\n  Check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\n  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\n  This goes for niggaz who know\n  Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n  [Meth]\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\n  Solid gold crown is shinin\n  Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\n  Verse Four: Master Killer\n\n  God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  Piece, deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\n  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  That's jet money, undaground money\n  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\n  Cosa cosa, come on...\n"},{"id":9288114,"name":"Wu-Gambinos","trackName":"Wu-Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…","duration":340.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\nIntro:\n\nAnd in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want -- money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\nYo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\nYo Starks come here, come here Sun\nCome here for a minute!\nAiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\nShit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\nYo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\nGet your big Adidas off my moms table man!\nGet the fuck off it man.\nYo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\nNiggaz is greedy man, damn.\nBig ass shits.\nYo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\nChill man.\n\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store man\nSup kid?\nGet that baking soda.\n(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\nFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\nLa cosa nostra\n(Johnny Blaze!)\n(Lou Diamonds!)\nRepresent kid.\n(Tony Starks)\nUniversal frontier\n(Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\nChorus: Method Man\n\nWho come to get you? None. They want guns!\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\nCheck it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\nLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\nThere's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\nIt's the two holster, shit shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\nAnd the last one is death, back to the essence\nWith that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle plus my style, Criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\nVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\nThis goes for niggaz who know\nWu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\nRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\nStay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\nBack at the lab a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\nSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\nSuckin his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\nThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\nSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\nJakes beware black rap millionaires\nRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\nOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n[Meth]\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\nSolid gold crown is shinin\nSolid gold, check it Sun yo\nSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\nI be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with dim pones\nThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\nThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\ngoes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\nIt's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\nVerse Four: Master Killer\n\nGod steppin forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact\nThat I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\nThat hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\nCuz I strike, like thunder\nNiggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\nSystems are fractured by the killa tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\nClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\npiece, deceased, laid to rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\nYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\nSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back, to the lab at, high velocity\nMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\nFuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\nThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with 8 million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\nThat's jet money, undaground money\nSubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\nCosa cosa, come on...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n[00:01.29] Intro:\n[00:01.75] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n[00:03.74] Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n[00:08.91] Who wants to kill him?\n[00:10.14] No information, say yes or no\n[00:12.86] One point five million\n[00:14.45] Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n[00:20.06] They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n[00:25.20] And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n[00:28.16] [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n[00:28.80] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n[00:30.59] Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n[00:31.36] Come here for a minute!\n[00:32.28] Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n[00:33.37] Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n[00:34.32] Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n[00:37.12] Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n[00:40.17] Get the fuck off it man.\n[00:41.46] Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n[00:43.74] Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n[00:44.96] Big ass shits.\n[00:46.31] Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n[00:48.76] Chill man.\n[00:50.28] Bobby Steels\n[00:52.46] Somebody go to the store man\n[00:53.75] Sup kid?\n[00:54.63] Get that baking soda.\n[00:55.64] (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.10] (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n[01:03.18] Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n[01:07.04] La cosa nostra\n[01:08.80] (Johnny Blaze!)\n[01:11.83] (Lou Diamonds!)\n[01:13.68] Represent kid.\n[01:14.41] (Tony Starks)\n[01:16.37] Universal frontier\n[01:18.15] (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n[01:20.76] Chorus: Method Man\n[01:21.02] Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n[01:23.05] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:25.43] Wu roll together as one\n[01:27.22] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[01:29.34] Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n[01:29.70] Check it\n[01:30.30] Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n[01:32.81] Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:35.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:37.63] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:40.09] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:42.48] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n[01:44.97] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:47.35] Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n[01:49.80] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n[01:52.03] There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n[01:54.44] It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n[01:57.06] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:59.49] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:01.88] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:04.10] Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n[02:06.49] And the last one is death, back to the essence\n[02:09.16] With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:11.64] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:13.99] Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n[02:16.49] The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n[02:18.63] Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n[02:18.90] This goes for niggaz who know\n[02:20.36] Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n[02:23.70] Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n[02:26.17] Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n[02:28.50] Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n[02:30.64] Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n[02:33.11] Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n[02:36.42] Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:38.50] Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n[02:41.21] Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n[02:43.22] Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n[02:45.80] Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n[02:47.63] Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n[02:49.95] One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n[02:52.00] [Meth]\n[02:52.42] Wu roll together as one\n[02:54.02] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[02:54.75] Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n[02:55.32] Solid gold crown is shinin\n[02:56.26] Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n[02:56.90] Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n[02:59.89] I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n[03:02.15] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:04.78] The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.99] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:09.35] And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:12.14] How dare you approach it with dim pones\n[03:13.84] The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n[03:16.94] The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n[03:19.24] The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:21.18] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.94] Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:26.41] Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:29.57] goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n[03:31.52] It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n[03:33.82] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n[03:36.14] Verse Four: Master Killer\n[03:36.56] God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:39.27] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:42.69] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:45.28] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n[03:47.42] That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n[03:50.62] That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:53.88] Cuz I strike, like thunder\n[03:55.78] Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:58.10] My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n[04:00.70] Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n[04:03.06] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:05.43] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:07.86] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:10.32] Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n[04:12.95] Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:15.45] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:17.98] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:19.77] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:22.66] Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n[04:25.38] piece, deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.76] Chorus\n[04:38.22] Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n[04:38.52] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n[04:41.56] Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n[04:43.94] Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n[04:46.38] Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n[04:48.65] So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n[04:51.50] My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n[04:53.82] Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n[04:56.48] Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n[04:58.73] The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n[05:01.08] Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n[05:03.45] The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n[05:06.03] Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n[05:08.67] Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n[05:10.97] Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n[05:13.25] Them flower heads must have been stupid\n[05:15.17] Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n[05:18.06] That's jet money, undaground money\n[05:20.15] Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n[05:26.46] Cosa cosa, come on...\n[05:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu-Gambinos\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…\n  duration_ms: 340000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (feat. 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Lou Diamonds'\n  start_ms: 138630\n  end_ms: 138900\n- text: This goes for niggaz who know\n  start_ms: 138900\n  end_ms: 140360\n- text: Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  start_ms: 140360\n  end_ms: 143700\n- text: Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  start_ms: 143700\n  end_ms: 146170\n- text: Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  start_ms: 146170\n  end_ms: 148500\n- text: Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  start_ms: 148500\n  end_ms: 150640\n- text: Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  start_ms: 150640\n  end_ms: 153110\n- text: Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  start_ms: 153110\n  end_ms: 156420\n- text: Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  start_ms: 156420\n  end_ms: 158500\n- text: Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  start_ms: 158500\n  end_ms: 161210\n- text: Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  start_ms: 161210\n  end_ms: 163220\n- text: Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  start_ms: 163220\n  end_ms: 165800\n- text: Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  start_ms: 165800\n  end_ms: 167630\n- text: Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  start_ms: 167630\n  end_ms: 169950\n- text: One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n  start_ms: 169950\n  end_ms: 172000\n- text: '[Meth]'\n  start_ms: 172000\n  end_ms: 172420\n- text: Wu roll together as one\n  start_ms: 172420\n  end_ms: 174020\n- text: I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n  start_ms: 174020\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: 'Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. 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Tony Starks'\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 281560\n- text: Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  start_ms: 281560\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286380\n- text: Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  start_ms: 286380\n  end_ms: 288650\n- text: So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  start_ms: 288650\n  end_ms: 291500\n- text: My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  start_ms: 291500\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 296480\n- text: Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  start_ms: 296480\n  end_ms: 298730\n- text: The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  start_ms: 298730\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306030\n- text: Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  start_ms: 306030\n  end_ms: 308670\n- text: Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  start_ms: 308670\n  end_ms: 310970\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  start_ms: 310970\n  end_ms: 313250\n- text: Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 313250\n  end_ms: 315170\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  start_ms: 315170\n  end_ms: 318060\n- text: That's jet money, undaground money\n  start_ms: 318060\n  end_ms: 320150\n- text: Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n  start_ms: 320150\n  end_ms: 326460\n- text: Cosa cosa, come on...\n  start_ms: 326460\n  end_ms: 332920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332920\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\n  Intro:\n\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n  [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n  Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n  Come here for a minute!\n  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n  Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n  Get the fuck off it man.\n  Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n  Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n  Big ass shits.\n  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n  Chill man.\n\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store man\n  Sup kid?\n  Get that baking soda.\n  (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n  (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n  Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n  La cosa nostra\n  (Johnny Blaze!)\n  (Lou Diamonds!)\n  Represent kid.\n  (Tony Starks)\n  Universal frontier\n  (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\n  Chorus: Method Man\n\n  Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\n  Check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\n  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\n  This goes for niggaz who know\n  Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n  [Meth]\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\n  Solid gold crown is shinin\n  Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\n  Verse Four: Master Killer\n\n  God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  piece, deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\n  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  That's jet money, undaground money\n  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\n  Cosa cosa, come on...\n"},{"id":18326031,"name":"Wu‐Gambinos","trackName":"Wu‐Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...","duration":339.4666669,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\nIntro:\n\nAnd in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want -- money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\nYo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\nYo Starks come here, come here Sun\nCome here for a minute!\nAiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\nShit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\nYo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\nGet your big Adidas off my moms table man!\nGet the fuck off it man.\nYo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\nNiggaz is greedy man, damn.\nBig ass shits.\nYo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\nChill man.\n\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store man\nSup kid?\nGet that baking soda.\n(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\nFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\nLa cosa nostra\n(Johnny Blaze!)\n(Lou Diamonds!)\nRepresent kid.\n(Tony Starks)\nUniversal frontier\n(Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\nChorus: Method Man\n\nWho come to get you? None. They want guns!\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\nCheck it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\nLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\nThere's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\nIt's the two holster, shit shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\nAnd the last one is death, back to the essence\nWith that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle plus my style, Criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\nVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\nThis goes for niggaz who know\nWu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\nRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\nStay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\nBack at the lab a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\nSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\nSuckin his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\nThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\nSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\nJakes beware black rap millionaires\nRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\nOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n[Meth]\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\nSolid gold crown is shinin\nSolid gold, check it Sun yo\nSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\nI be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with dim pones\nThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\nThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\ngoes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\nIt's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\nVerse Four: Master Killer\n\nGod steppin forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact\nThat I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\nThat hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\nCuz I strike, like thunder\nNiggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\nSystems are fractured by the killa tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\nClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\npiece, deceased, laid to rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\nYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\nSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back, to the lab at, high velocity\nMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\nFuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\nThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with 8 million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\nThat's jet money, undaground money\nSubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\nCosa cosa, come on...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n[00:01.29] Intro:\n[00:01.75] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n[00:03.74] Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n[00:08.91] Who wants to kill him?\n[00:10.14] No information, say yes or no\n[00:12.86] One point five million\n[00:14.45] Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n[00:20.06] They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n[00:25.20] And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n[00:28.16] [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n[00:28.80] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n[00:30.59] Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n[00:31.36] Come here for a minute!\n[00:32.28] Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n[00:33.37] Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n[00:34.32] Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n[00:37.12] Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n[00:40.17] Get the fuck off it man.\n[00:41.46] Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n[00:43.74] Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n[00:44.96] Big ass shits.\n[00:46.31] Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n[00:48.76] Chill man.\n[00:50.28] Bobby Steels\n[00:52.46] Somebody go to the store man\n[00:53.75] Sup kid?\n[00:54.63] Get that baking soda.\n[00:55.64] (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.10] (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n[01:03.18] Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n[01:07.04] La cosa nostra\n[01:08.80] (Johnny Blaze!)\n[01:11.83] (Lou Diamonds!)\n[01:13.68] Represent kid.\n[01:14.41] (Tony Starks)\n[01:16.37] Universal frontier\n[01:18.15] (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n[01:20.76] Chorus: Method Man\n[01:21.02] Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n[01:23.05] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:25.43] Wu roll together as one\n[01:27.22] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[01:29.34] Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n[01:29.70] Check it\n[01:30.30] Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n[01:32.81] Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:35.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:37.63] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:40.09] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:42.48] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n[01:44.97] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:47.35] Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n[01:49.80] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n[01:52.03] There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n[01:54.44] It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n[01:57.06] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:59.49] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:01.88] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:04.10] Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n[02:06.49] And the last one is death, back to the essence\n[02:09.16] With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:11.64] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:13.99] Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n[02:16.49] The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n[02:18.63] Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n[02:18.90] This goes for niggaz who know\n[02:20.36] Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n[02:23.70] Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n[02:26.17] Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n[02:28.50] Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n[02:30.64] Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n[02:33.11] Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n[02:36.42] Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:38.50] Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n[02:41.21] Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n[02:43.22] Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n[02:45.80] Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n[02:47.63] Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n[02:49.95] One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n[02:52.00] [Meth]\n[02:52.42] Wu roll together as one\n[02:54.02] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[02:54.75] Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n[02:55.32] Solid gold crown is shinin\n[02:56.26] Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n[02:56.90] Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n[02:59.89] I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n[03:02.15] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:04.78] The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.99] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:09.35] And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:12.14] How dare you approach it with dim pones\n[03:13.84] The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n[03:16.94] The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n[03:19.24] The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:21.18] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.94] Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:26.41] Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:29.57] goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n[03:31.52] It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n[03:33.82] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n[03:36.14] Verse Four: Master Killer\n[03:36.56] God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:39.27] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:42.69] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:45.28] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n[03:47.42] That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n[03:50.62] That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:53.88] Cuz I strike, like thunder\n[03:55.78] Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:58.10] My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n[04:00.70] Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n[04:03.06] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:05.43] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:07.86] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:10.32] Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n[04:12.95] Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:15.45] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:17.98] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:19.77] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:22.66] Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n[04:25.38] piece, deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.76] Chorus\n[04:38.22] Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n[04:38.52] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n[04:41.56] Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n[04:43.94] Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n[04:46.38] Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n[04:48.65] So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n[04:51.50] My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n[04:53.82] Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n[04:56.48] Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n[04:58.73] The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n[05:01.08] Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n[05:03.45] The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n[05:06.03] Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n[05:08.67] Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n[05:10.97] Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n[05:13.25] Them flower heads must have been stupid\n[05:15.17] Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n[05:18.06] That's jet money, undaground money\n[05:20.15] Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n[05:26.46] Cosa cosa, come on...\n[05:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu‐Gambinos\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...\n  duration_ms: 339467\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (feat. 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Tony Starks'\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 281560\n- text: Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  start_ms: 281560\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286380\n- text: Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  start_ms: 286380\n  end_ms: 288650\n- text: So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  start_ms: 288650\n  end_ms: 291500\n- text: My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  start_ms: 291500\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 296480\n- text: Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  start_ms: 296480\n  end_ms: 298730\n- text: The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  start_ms: 298730\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306030\n- text: Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  start_ms: 306030\n  end_ms: 308670\n- text: Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  start_ms: 308670\n  end_ms: 310970\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  start_ms: 310970\n  end_ms: 313250\n- text: Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 313250\n  end_ms: 315170\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  start_ms: 315170\n  end_ms: 318060\n- text: That's jet money, undaground money\n  start_ms: 318060\n  end_ms: 320150\n- text: Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n  start_ms: 320150\n  end_ms: 326460\n- text: Cosa cosa, come on...\n  start_ms: 326460\n  end_ms: 332920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332920\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\n  Intro:\n\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n  [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n  Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n  Come here for a minute!\n  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n  Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n  Get the fuck off it man.\n  Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n  Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n  Big ass shits.\n  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n  Chill man.\n\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store man\n  Sup kid?\n  Get that baking soda.\n  (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n  (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n  Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n  La cosa nostra\n  (Johnny Blaze!)\n  (Lou Diamonds!)\n  Represent kid.\n  (Tony Starks)\n  Universal frontier\n  (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\n  Chorus: Method Man\n\n  Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\n  Check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\n  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\n  This goes for niggaz who know\n  Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n  [Meth]\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\n  Solid gold crown is shinin\n  Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\n  Verse Four: Master Killer\n\n  God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  piece, deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\n  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  That's jet money, undaground money\n  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\n  Cosa cosa, come on...\n"},{"id":14211029,"name":"Wu-Gambinos","trackName":"Wu-Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx․․․","duration":339.506667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\nIntro:\n\nAnd in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want -- money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\nYo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\nYo Starks come here, come here Sun\nCome here for a minute!\nAiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\nShit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\nYo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\nGet your big Adidas off my moms table man!\nGet the fuck off it man.\nYo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\nNiggaz is greedy man, damn.\nBig ass shits.\nYo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\nChill man.\n\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store man\nSup kid?\nGet that baking soda.\n(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\nFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\nLa cosa nostra\n(Johnny Blaze!)\n(Lou Diamonds!)\nRepresent kid.\n(Tony Starks)\nUniversal frontier\n(Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\nChorus: Method Man\n\nWho come to get you? None. They want guns!\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\nCheck it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\nLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\nThere's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\nIt's the two holster, shit shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\nAnd the last one is death, back to the essence\nWith that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle plus my style, Criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\nVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\nThis goes for niggaz who know\nWu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\nRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\nStay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\nBack at the lab a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\nSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\nSuckin his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\nThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\nSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\nJakes beware black rap millionaires\nRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\nOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n[Meth]\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\nSolid gold crown is shinin\nSolid gold, check it Sun yo\nSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\nI be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with dim pones\nThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\nThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\ngoes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\nIt's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\nVerse Four: Master Killer\n\nGod steppin forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact\nThat I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\nThat hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\nCuz I strike, like thunder\nNiggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\nSystems are fractured by the killa tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\nClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\npiece, deceased, laid to rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\nYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\nSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back, to the lab at, high velocity\nMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\nFuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\nThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with 8 million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\nThat's jet money, undaground money\nSubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\nCosa cosa, come on...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n[00:01.29] Intro:\n[00:01.75] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n[00:03.74] Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n[00:08.91] Who wants to kill him?\n[00:10.14] No information, say yes or no\n[00:12.86] One point five million\n[00:14.45] Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n[00:20.06] They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n[00:25.20] And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n[00:28.16] [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n[00:28.80] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n[00:30.59] Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n[00:31.36] Come here for a minute!\n[00:32.28] Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n[00:33.37] Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n[00:34.32] Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n[00:37.12] Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n[00:40.17] Get the fuck off it man.\n[00:41.46] Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n[00:43.74] Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n[00:44.96] Big ass shits.\n[00:46.31] Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n[00:48.76] Chill man.\n[00:50.28] Bobby Steels\n[00:52.46] Somebody go to the store man\n[00:53.75] Sup kid?\n[00:54.63] Get that baking soda.\n[00:55.64] (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.10] (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n[01:03.18] Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n[01:07.04] La cosa nostra\n[01:08.80] (Johnny Blaze!)\n[01:11.83] (Lou Diamonds!)\n[01:13.68] Represent kid.\n[01:14.41] (Tony Starks)\n[01:16.37] Universal frontier\n[01:18.15] (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n[01:20.76] Chorus: Method Man\n[01:21.02] Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n[01:23.05] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:25.43] Wu roll together as one\n[01:27.22] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[01:29.34] Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n[01:29.70] Check it\n[01:30.30] Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n[01:32.81] Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:35.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:37.63] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:40.09] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:42.48] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n[01:44.97] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:47.35] Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n[01:49.80] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n[01:52.03] There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n[01:54.44] It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n[01:57.06] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:59.49] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:01.88] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:04.10] Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n[02:06.49] And the last one is death, back to the essence\n[02:09.16] With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:11.64] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:13.99] Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n[02:16.49] The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n[02:18.63] Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n[02:18.90] This goes for niggaz who know\n[02:20.36] Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n[02:23.70] Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n[02:26.17] Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n[02:28.50] Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n[02:30.64] Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n[02:33.11] Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n[02:36.42] Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:38.50] Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n[02:41.21] Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n[02:43.22] Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n[02:45.80] Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n[02:47.63] Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n[02:49.95] One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n[02:52.00] [Meth]\n[02:52.42] Wu roll together as one\n[02:54.02] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[02:54.75] Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n[02:55.32] Solid gold crown is shinin\n[02:56.26] Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n[02:56.90] Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n[02:59.89] I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n[03:02.15] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:04.78] The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.99] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:09.35] And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:12.14] How dare you approach it with dim pones\n[03:13.84] The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n[03:16.94] The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n[03:19.24] The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:21.18] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.94] Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:26.41] Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:29.57] goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n[03:31.52] It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n[03:33.82] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n[03:36.14] Verse Four: Master Killer\n[03:36.56] God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:39.27] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:42.69] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:45.28] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n[03:47.42] That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n[03:50.62] That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:53.88] Cuz I strike, like thunder\n[03:55.78] Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:58.10] My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n[04:00.70] Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n[04:03.06] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:05.43] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:07.86] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:10.32] Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n[04:12.95] Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:15.45] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:17.98] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:19.77] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:22.66] Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n[04:25.38] piece, deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.76] Chorus\n[04:38.22] Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n[04:38.52] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n[04:41.56] Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n[04:43.94] Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n[04:46.38] Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n[04:48.65] So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n[04:51.50] My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n[04:53.82] Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n[04:56.48] Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n[04:58.73] The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n[05:01.08] Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n[05:03.45] The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n[05:06.03] Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n[05:08.67] Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n[05:10.97] Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n[05:13.25] Them flower heads must have been stupid\n[05:15.17] Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n[05:18.06] That's jet money, undaground money\n[05:20.15] Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n[05:26.46] Cosa cosa, come on...\n[05:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu-Gambinos\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx․․․\n  duration_ms: 339507\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (feat. 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Tony Starks'\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 281560\n- text: Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  start_ms: 281560\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286380\n- text: Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  start_ms: 286380\n  end_ms: 288650\n- text: So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  start_ms: 288650\n  end_ms: 291500\n- text: My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  start_ms: 291500\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 296480\n- text: Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  start_ms: 296480\n  end_ms: 298730\n- text: The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  start_ms: 298730\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306030\n- text: Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  start_ms: 306030\n  end_ms: 308670\n- text: Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  start_ms: 308670\n  end_ms: 310970\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  start_ms: 310970\n  end_ms: 313250\n- text: Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 313250\n  end_ms: 315170\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  start_ms: 315170\n  end_ms: 318060\n- text: That's jet money, undaground money\n  start_ms: 318060\n  end_ms: 320150\n- text: Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n  start_ms: 320150\n  end_ms: 326460\n- text: Cosa cosa, come on...\n  start_ms: 326460\n  end_ms: 332920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332920\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\n  Intro:\n\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n  [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n  Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n  Come here for a minute!\n  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n  Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n  Get the fuck off it man.\n  Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n  Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n  Big ass shits.\n  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n  Chill man.\n\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store man\n  Sup kid?\n  Get that baking soda.\n  (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n  (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n  Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n  La cosa nostra\n  (Johnny Blaze!)\n  (Lou Diamonds!)\n  Represent kid.\n  (Tony Starks)\n  Universal frontier\n  (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\n  Chorus: Method Man\n\n  Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\n  Check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\n  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\n  This goes for niggaz who know\n  Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n  [Meth]\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\n  Solid gold crown is shinin\n  Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\n  Verse Four: Master Killer\n\n  God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  piece, deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\n  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  That's jet money, undaground money\n  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\n  Cosa cosa, come on...\n"},{"id":22468473,"name":"Wu-Gambinos","trackName":"Wu-Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…","duration":230.136,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\nIntro:\n\nAnd in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want -- money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\nYo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\nYo Starks come here, come here Sun\nCome here for a minute!\nAiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\nShit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\nYo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\nGet your big Adidas off my moms table man!\nGet the fuck off it man.\nYo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\nNiggaz is greedy man, damn.\nBig ass shits.\nYo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\nChill man.\n\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store man\nSup kid?\nGet that baking soda.\n(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\nFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\nLa cosa nostra\n(Johnny Blaze!)\n(Lou Diamonds!)\nRepresent kid.\n(Tony Starks)\nUniversal frontier\n(Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\nChorus: Method Man\n\nWho come to get you? None. They want guns!\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\nCheck it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\nLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\nThere's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\nIt's the two holster, shit shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\nAnd the last one is death, back to the essence\nWith that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle plus my style, Criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\nVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\nThis goes for niggaz who know\nWu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\nRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\nStay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\nBack at the lab a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\nSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\nSuckin his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\nThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\nSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\nJakes beware black rap millionaires\nRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\nOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n[Meth]\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\nSolid gold crown is shinin\nSolid gold, check it Sun yo\nSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\nI be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with dim pones\nThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\nThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\nGoes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\nIt's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\nVerse Four: Master Killer\n\nGod steppin forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact\nThat I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\nThat hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\nCuz I strike, like thunder\nNiggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\nSystems are fractured by the killa tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\nClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\nPiece, deceased, laid to rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\nYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\nSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back, to the lab at, high velocity\nMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\nFuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\nThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with 8 million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\nThat's jet money, undaground money\nSubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\nCosa cosa, come on...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n[00:01.29] Intro:\n[00:01.75] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n[00:03.74] Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n[00:08.91] Who wants to kill him?\n[00:10.14] No information, say yes or no\n[00:12.86] One point five million\n[00:14.45] Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n[00:20.06] They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n[00:25.20] And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n[00:28.16] [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n[00:28.80] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n[00:30.59] Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n[00:31.36] Come here for a minute!\n[00:32.28] Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n[00:33.37] Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n[00:34.32] Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n[00:37.12] Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n[00:40.17] Get the fuck off it man.\n[00:41.46] Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n[00:43.74] Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n[00:44.96] Big ass shits.\n[00:46.31] Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n[00:48.76] Chill man.\n[00:50.28] Bobby Steels\n[00:52.46] Somebody go to the store man\n[00:53.75] Sup kid?\n[00:54.63] Get that baking soda.\n[00:55.64] (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.10] (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n[01:03.18] Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n[01:07.04] La cosa nostra\n[01:08.80] (Johnny Blaze!)\n[01:11.83] (Lou Diamonds!)\n[01:13.68] Represent kid.\n[01:14.41] (Tony Starks)\n[01:16.37] Universal frontier\n[01:18.15] (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n[01:20.76] Chorus: Method Man\n[01:21.02] Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n[01:23.05] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:25.43] Wu roll together as one\n[01:27.22] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[01:29.34] Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n[01:29.70] Check it\n[01:30.30] Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n[01:32.81] Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:35.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:37.63] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:40.09] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:42.48] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n[01:44.97] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:47.35] Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n[01:49.80] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n[01:52.03] There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n[01:54.44] It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n[01:57.06] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:59.49] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:01.88] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:04.10] Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n[02:06.49] And the last one is death, back to the essence\n[02:09.16] With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:11.64] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:13.99] Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n[02:16.49] The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n[02:18.63] Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n[02:18.90] This goes for niggaz who know\n[02:20.36] Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n[02:23.70] Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n[02:26.17] Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n[02:28.50] Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n[02:30.64] Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n[02:33.11] Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n[02:36.42] Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:38.50] Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n[02:41.21] Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n[02:43.22] Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n[02:45.80] Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n[02:47.63] Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n[02:49.95] One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n[02:52.00] [Meth]\n[02:52.42] Wu roll together as one\n[02:54.02] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[02:54.75] Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n[02:55.32] Solid gold crown is shinin\n[02:56.26] Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n[02:56.90] Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n[02:59.89] I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n[03:02.15] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:04.78] The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.99] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:09.35] And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:12.14] How dare you approach it with dim pones\n[03:13.84] The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n[03:16.94] The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n[03:19.24] The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:21.18] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.94] Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:26.41] Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:29.57] Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n[03:31.52] It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n[03:33.82] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n[03:36.14] Verse Four: Master Killer\n[03:36.56] God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:39.27] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:42.69] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:45.28] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n[03:47.42] That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n[03:50.62] That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:53.88] Cuz I strike, like thunder\n[03:55.78] Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:58.10] My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n[04:00.70] Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n[04:03.06] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:05.43] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:07.86] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:10.32] Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n[04:12.95] Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:15.45] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:17.98] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:19.77] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:22.66] Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n[04:25.38] Piece, deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.76] Chorus\n[04:38.22] Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n[04:38.52] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n[04:41.56] Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n[04:43.94] Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n[04:46.38] Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n[04:48.65] So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n[04:51.50] My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n[04:53.82] Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n[04:56.48] Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n[04:58.73] The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n[05:01.08] Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n[05:03.45] The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n[05:06.03] Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n[05:08.67] Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n[05:10.97] Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n[05:13.25] Them flower heads must have been stupid\n[05:15.17] Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n[05:18.06] That's jet money, undaground money\n[05:20.15] Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n[05:26.46] Cosa cosa, come on...\n[05:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu-Gambinos\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…\n  duration_ms: 230136\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Feat. 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Lou Diamonds'\n  start_ms: 138630\n  end_ms: 138900\n- text: This goes for niggaz who know\n  start_ms: 138900\n  end_ms: 140360\n- text: Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  start_ms: 140360\n  end_ms: 143700\n- text: Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  start_ms: 143700\n  end_ms: 146170\n- text: Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  start_ms: 146170\n  end_ms: 148500\n- text: Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  start_ms: 148500\n  end_ms: 150640\n- text: Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  start_ms: 150640\n  end_ms: 153110\n- text: Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  start_ms: 153110\n  end_ms: 156420\n- text: Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  start_ms: 156420\n  end_ms: 158500\n- text: Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  start_ms: 158500\n  end_ms: 161210\n- text: Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  start_ms: 161210\n  end_ms: 163220\n- text: Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  start_ms: 163220\n  end_ms: 165800\n- text: Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  start_ms: 165800\n  end_ms: 167630\n- text: Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  start_ms: 167630\n  end_ms: 169950\n- text: One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n  start_ms: 169950\n  end_ms: 172000\n- text: '[Meth]'\n  start_ms: 172000\n  end_ms: 172420\n- text: Wu roll together as one\n  start_ms: 172420\n  end_ms: 174020\n- text: I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n  start_ms: 174020\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: 'Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. 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Tony Starks'\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 281560\n- text: Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  start_ms: 281560\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286380\n- text: Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  start_ms: 286380\n  end_ms: 288650\n- text: So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  start_ms: 288650\n  end_ms: 291500\n- text: My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  start_ms: 291500\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 296480\n- text: Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  start_ms: 296480\n  end_ms: 298730\n- text: The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  start_ms: 298730\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306030\n- text: Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  start_ms: 306030\n  end_ms: 308670\n- text: Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  start_ms: 308670\n  end_ms: 310970\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  start_ms: 310970\n  end_ms: 313250\n- text: Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 313250\n  end_ms: 315170\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  start_ms: 315170\n  end_ms: 318060\n- text: That's jet money, undaground money\n  start_ms: 318060\n  end_ms: 320150\n- text: Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n  start_ms: 320150\n  end_ms: 326460\n- text: Cosa cosa, come on...\n  start_ms: 326460\n  end_ms: 332920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332920\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\n  Intro:\n\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n  [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n  Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n  Come here for a minute!\n  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n  Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n  Get the fuck off it man.\n  Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n  Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n  Big ass shits.\n  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n  Chill man.\n\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store man\n  Sup kid?\n  Get that baking soda.\n  (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n  (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n  Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n  La cosa nostra\n  (Johnny Blaze!)\n  (Lou Diamonds!)\n  Represent kid.\n  (Tony Starks)\n  Universal frontier\n  (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\n  Chorus: Method Man\n\n  Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\n  Check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\n  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\n  This goes for niggaz who know\n  Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n  [Meth]\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\n  Solid gold crown is shinin\n  Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\n  Verse Four: Master Killer\n\n  God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  Piece, deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\n  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  That's jet money, undaground money\n  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\n  Cosa cosa, come on...\n"},{"id":23007691,"name":"Wu-Gambinos","trackName":"Wu-Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals","duration":298.05715,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\nIntro:\n\nAnd in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want -- money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\nYo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\nYo Starks come here, come here Sun\nCome here for a minute!\nAiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\nShit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\nYo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\nGet your big Adidas off my moms table man!\nGet the fuck off it man.\nYo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\nNiggaz is greedy man, damn.\nBig ass shits.\nYo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\nChill man.\n\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store man\nSup kid?\nGet that baking soda.\n(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\nFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\nLa cosa nostra\n(Johnny Blaze!)\n(Lou Diamonds!)\nRepresent kid.\n(Tony Starks)\nUniversal frontier\n(Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\nChorus: Method Man\n\nWho come to get you? None. They want guns!\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\nCheck it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\nLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\nThere's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\nIt's the two holster, shit shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\nAnd the last one is death, back to the essence\nWith that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle plus my style, Criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\nVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\nThis goes for niggaz who know\nWu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\nRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\nStay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\nBack at the lab a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\nSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\nSuckin his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\nThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\nSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\nJakes beware black rap millionaires\nRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\nOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n[Meth]\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\nSolid gold crown is shinin\nSolid gold, check it Sun yo\nSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\nI be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with dim pones\nThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\nThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\nGoes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\nIt's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\nVerse Four: Master Killer\n\nGod steppin forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact\nThat I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\nThat hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\nCuz I strike, like thunder\nNiggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\nSystems are fractured by the killa tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\nClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\nPiece, deceased, laid to rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\nYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\nSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back, to the lab at, high velocity\nMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\nFuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\nThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with 8 million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\nThat's jet money, undaground money\nSubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\nCosa cosa, come on...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n[00:01.29] Intro:\n[00:01.75] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n[00:03.74] Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n[00:08.91] Who wants to kill him?\n[00:10.14] No information, say yes or no\n[00:12.86] One point five million\n[00:14.45] Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n[00:20.06] They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n[00:25.20] And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n[00:28.16] [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n[00:28.80] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n[00:30.59] Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n[00:31.36] Come here for a minute!\n[00:32.28] Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n[00:33.37] Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n[00:34.32] Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n[00:37.12] Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n[00:40.17] Get the fuck off it man.\n[00:41.46] Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n[00:43.74] Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n[00:44.96] Big ass shits.\n[00:46.31] Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n[00:48.76] Chill man.\n[00:50.28] Bobby Steels\n[00:52.46] Somebody go to the store man\n[00:53.75] Sup kid?\n[00:54.63] Get that baking soda.\n[00:55.64] (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.10] (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n[01:03.18] Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n[01:07.04] La cosa nostra\n[01:08.80] (Johnny Blaze!)\n[01:11.83] (Lou Diamonds!)\n[01:13.68] Represent kid.\n[01:14.41] (Tony Starks)\n[01:16.37] Universal frontier\n[01:18.15] (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n[01:20.76] Chorus: Method Man\n[01:21.02] Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n[01:23.05] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:25.43] Wu roll together as one\n[01:27.22] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[01:29.34] Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n[01:29.70] Check it\n[01:30.30] Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n[01:32.81] Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:35.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:37.63] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:40.09] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:42.48] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n[01:44.97] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:47.35] Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n[01:49.80] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n[01:52.03] There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n[01:54.44] It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n[01:57.06] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:59.49] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:01.88] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:04.10] Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n[02:06.49] And the last one is death, back to the essence\n[02:09.16] With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:11.64] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:13.99] Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n[02:16.49] The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n[02:18.63] Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n[02:18.90] This goes for niggaz who know\n[02:20.36] Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n[02:23.70] Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n[02:26.17] Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n[02:28.50] Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n[02:30.64] Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n[02:33.11] Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n[02:36.42] Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:38.50] Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n[02:41.21] Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n[02:43.22] Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n[02:45.80] Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n[02:47.63] Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n[02:49.95] One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n[02:52.00] [Meth]\n[02:52.42] Wu roll together as one\n[02:54.02] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[02:54.75] Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n[02:55.32] Solid gold crown is shinin\n[02:56.26] Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n[02:56.90] Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n[02:59.89] I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n[03:02.15] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:04.78] The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.99] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:09.35] And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:12.14] How dare you approach it with dim pones\n[03:13.84] The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n[03:16.94] The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n[03:19.24] The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:21.18] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.94] Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:26.41] Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:29.57] Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n[03:31.52] It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n[03:33.82] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n[03:36.14] Verse Four: Master Killer\n[03:36.56] God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:39.27] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:42.69] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:45.28] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n[03:47.42] That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n[03:50.62] That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:53.88] Cuz I strike, like thunder\n[03:55.78] Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:58.10] My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n[04:00.70] Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n[04:03.06] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:05.43] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:07.86] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:10.32] Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n[04:12.95] Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:15.45] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:17.98] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:19.77] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:22.66] Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n[04:25.38] Piece, deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.76] Chorus\n[04:38.22] Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n[04:38.52] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n[04:41.56] Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n[04:43.94] Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n[04:46.38] Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n[04:48.65] So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n[04:51.50] My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n[04:53.82] Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n[04:56.48] Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n[04:58.73] The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n[05:01.08] Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n[05:03.45] The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n[05:06.03] Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n[05:08.67] Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n[05:10.97] Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n[05:13.25] Them flower heads must have been stupid\n[05:15.17] Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n[05:18.06] That's jet money, undaground money\n[05:20.15] Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n[05:26.46] Cosa cosa, come on...\n[05:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu-Gambinos\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 298057\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Feat. 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Tony Starks'\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 281560\n- text: Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  start_ms: 281560\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286380\n- text: Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  start_ms: 286380\n  end_ms: 288650\n- text: So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  start_ms: 288650\n  end_ms: 291500\n- text: My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  start_ms: 291500\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 296480\n- text: Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  start_ms: 296480\n  end_ms: 298730\n- text: The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  start_ms: 298730\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306030\n- text: Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  start_ms: 306030\n  end_ms: 308670\n- text: Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  start_ms: 308670\n  end_ms: 310970\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  start_ms: 310970\n  end_ms: 313250\n- text: Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 313250\n  end_ms: 315170\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  start_ms: 315170\n  end_ms: 318060\n- text: That's jet money, undaground money\n  start_ms: 318060\n  end_ms: 320150\n- text: Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n  start_ms: 320150\n  end_ms: 326460\n- text: Cosa cosa, come on...\n  start_ms: 326460\n  end_ms: 332920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332920\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\n  Intro:\n\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n  [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n  Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n  Come here for a minute!\n  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n  Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n  Get the fuck off it man.\n  Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n  Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n  Big ass shits.\n  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n  Chill man.\n\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store man\n  Sup kid?\n  Get that baking soda.\n  (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n  (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n  Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n  La cosa nostra\n  (Johnny Blaze!)\n  (Lou Diamonds!)\n  Represent kid.\n  (Tony Starks)\n  Universal frontier\n  (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\n  Chorus: Method Man\n\n  Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\n  Check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\n  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\n  This goes for niggaz who know\n  Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n  [Meth]\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\n  Solid gold crown is shinin\n  Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\n  Verse Four: Master Killer\n\n  God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  Piece, deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\n  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  That's jet money, undaground money\n  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\n  Cosa cosa, come on...\n"},{"id":10198287,"name":"Wu‐Gambinos","trackName":"Wu‐Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…","duration":339.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\nIntro:\n\nAnd in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want -- money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\nYo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\nYo Starks come here, come here Sun\nCome here for a minute!\nAiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\nShit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\nYo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\nGet your big Adidas off my moms table man!\nGet the fuck off it man.\nYo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\nNiggaz is greedy man, damn.\nBig ass shits.\nYo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\nChill man.\n\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store man\nSup kid?\nGet that baking soda.\n(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\nFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\nLa cosa nostra\n(Johnny Blaze!)\n(Lou Diamonds!)\nRepresent kid.\n(Tony Starks)\nUniversal frontier\n(Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\nChorus: Method Man\n\nWho come to get you? None. They want guns!\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\nCheck it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\nLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\nThere's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\nIt's the two holster, shit shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\nAnd the last one is death, back to the essence\nWith that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle plus my style, Criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\nVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\nThis goes for niggaz who know\nWu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\nRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\nStay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\nBack at the lab a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\nSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\nSuckin his dick, up in the whip long\nDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\nThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\nSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\nJakes beware black rap millionaires\nRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\nOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n[Meth]\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\nVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\nSolid gold crown is shinin\nSolid gold, check it Sun yo\nSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\nI be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\nDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\nThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\nCasting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\nAnd watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\nHow dare you approach it with dim pones\nThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\nThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\nThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\nLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\nLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\nHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\ngoes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\nIt's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\nTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\nVerse Four: Master Killer\n\nGod steppin forth upon holy down of the track\nIt's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\nSo I decided to bite down on the mic\nSo the pain of the track won't deny the fact\nThat I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\nThat hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\nCuz I strike, like thunder\nNiggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\nMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\nSystems are fractured by the killa tactics\nStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\nEnter the entity, my vicinity\nIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\nRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\nClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\nFeel the force of impact from the iron side of\nThe gat as I attack the track\nFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\nWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\npiece, deceased, laid to rest\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\nYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\nHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\nFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\nSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\nSo step back, to the lab at, high velocity\nMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\nFuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\nGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\nThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\nEarly 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\nThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\nBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\nRemember them kids that came off with 8 million\nRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\nThem flower heads must have been stupid\nTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\nThat's jet money, undaground money\nSubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\nCosa cosa, come on...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n[00:01.29] Intro:\n[00:01.75] And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n[00:03.74] Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n[00:08.91] Who wants to kill him?\n[00:10.14] No information, say yes or no\n[00:12.86] One point five million\n[00:14.45] Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n[00:20.06] They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n[00:25.20] And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n[00:28.16] [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n[00:28.80] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n[00:30.59] Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n[00:31.36] Come here for a minute!\n[00:32.28] Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n[00:33.37] Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n[00:34.32] Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n[00:37.12] Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n[00:40.17] Get the fuck off it man.\n[00:41.46] Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n[00:43.74] Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n[00:44.96] Big ass shits.\n[00:46.31] Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n[00:48.76] Chill man.\n[00:50.28] Bobby Steels\n[00:52.46] Somebody go to the store man\n[00:53.75] Sup kid?\n[00:54.63] Get that baking soda.\n[00:55.64] (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n[00:58.10] (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n[01:03.18] Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n[01:07.04] La cosa nostra\n[01:08.80] (Johnny Blaze!)\n[01:11.83] (Lou Diamonds!)\n[01:13.68] Represent kid.\n[01:14.41] (Tony Starks)\n[01:16.37] Universal frontier\n[01:18.15] (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n[01:20.76] Chorus: Method Man\n[01:21.02] Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n[01:23.05] I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n[01:25.43] Wu roll together as one\n[01:27.22] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[01:29.34] Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n[01:29.70] Check it\n[01:30.30] Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n[01:32.81] Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n[01:35.12] Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n[01:37.63] Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n[01:40.09] Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n[01:42.48] Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n[01:44.97] 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n[01:47.35] Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n[01:49.80] Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n[01:52.03] There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n[01:54.44] It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n[01:57.06] Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n[01:59.49] Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n[02:01.88] And life is the test, hold up\n[02:04.10] Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n[02:06.49] And the last one is death, back to the essence\n[02:09.16] With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n[02:11.64] Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n[02:13.99] Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n[02:16.49] The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n[02:18.63] Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n[02:18.90] This goes for niggaz who know\n[02:20.36] Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n[02:23.70] Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n[02:26.17] Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n[02:28.50] Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n[02:30.64] Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n[02:33.11] Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n[02:36.42] Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n[02:38.50] Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n[02:41.21] Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n[02:43.22] Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n[02:45.80] Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n[02:47.63] Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n[02:49.95] One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n[02:52.00] [Meth]\n[02:52.42] Wu roll together as one\n[02:54.02] I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n[02:54.75] Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n[02:55.32] Solid gold crown is shinin\n[02:56.26] Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n[02:56.90] Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n[02:59.89] I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n[03:02.15] Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n[03:04.78] The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n[03:06.99] Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n[03:09.35] And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n[03:12.14] How dare you approach it with dim pones\n[03:13.84] The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n[03:16.94] The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n[03:19.24] The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n[03:21.18] Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n[03:23.94] Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n[03:26.41] Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n[03:29.57] goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n[03:31.52] It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n[03:33.82] Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n[03:36.14] Verse Four: Master Killer\n[03:36.56] God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n[03:39.27] It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n[03:42.69] So I decided to bite down on the mic\n[03:45.28] So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n[03:47.42] That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n[03:50.62] That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n[03:53.88] Cuz I strike, like thunder\n[03:55.78] Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n[03:58.10] My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n[04:00.70] Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n[04:03.06] Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n[04:05.43] Enter the entity, my vicinity\n[04:07.86] Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n[04:10.32] Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n[04:12.95] Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n[04:15.45] Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n[04:17.98] The gat as I attack the track\n[04:19.77] From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n[04:22.66] Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n[04:25.38] piece, deceased, laid to rest\n[04:28.76] Chorus\n[04:38.22] Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n[04:38.52] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n[04:41.56] Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n[04:43.94] Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n[04:46.38] Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n[04:48.65] So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n[04:51.50] My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n[04:53.82] Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n[04:56.48] Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n[04:58.73] The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n[05:01.08] Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n[05:03.45] The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n[05:06.03] Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n[05:08.67] Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n[05:10.97] Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n[05:13.25] Them flower heads must have been stupid\n[05:15.17] Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n[05:18.06] That's jet money, undaground money\n[05:20.15] Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n[05:26.46] Cosa cosa, come on...\n[05:32.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu‐Gambinos\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…\n  duration_ms: 339000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (feat. 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Tony Starks'\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 281560\n- text: Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  start_ms: 281560\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286380\n- text: Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  start_ms: 286380\n  end_ms: 288650\n- text: So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  start_ms: 288650\n  end_ms: 291500\n- text: My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  start_ms: 291500\n  end_ms: 293820\n- text: Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  start_ms: 293820\n  end_ms: 296480\n- text: Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  start_ms: 296480\n  end_ms: 298730\n- text: The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  start_ms: 298730\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306030\n- text: Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  start_ms: 306030\n  end_ms: 308670\n- text: Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  start_ms: 308670\n  end_ms: 310970\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  start_ms: 310970\n  end_ms: 313250\n- text: Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 313250\n  end_ms: 315170\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  start_ms: 315170\n  end_ms: 318060\n- text: That's jet money, undaground money\n  start_ms: 318060\n  end_ms: 320150\n- text: Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n  start_ms: 320150\n  end_ms: 326460\n- text: Cosa cosa, come on...\n  start_ms: 326460\n  end_ms: 332920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 332920\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa)\n\n  Intro:\n\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip\n\n  [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]\n\n  Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man\n  Yo Starks come here, come here Sun\n  Come here for a minute!\n  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up\n  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda\n  Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!\n  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!\n  Get the fuck off it man.\n  Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man.\n  Niggaz is greedy man, damn.\n  Big ass shits.\n  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.\n  Chill man.\n\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store man\n  Sup kid?\n  Get that baking soda.\n  (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways\n  (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid\n  Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)\n  La cosa nostra\n  (Johnny Blaze!)\n  (Lou Diamonds!)\n  Represent kid.\n  (Tony Starks)\n  Universal frontier\n  (Original blood claat bad bwoys)\n\n  Chorus: Method Man\n\n  Who come to get you? None. They want guns!\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze\n\n  Check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties\n  Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground\n  There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down\n  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues\n  And the last one is death, back to the essence\n  With that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle plus my style, Criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze\n\n  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds\n\n  This goes for niggaz who know\n  Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados\n  Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit\n  Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit\n  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta\n  Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas\n  Suckin his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas\n  Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz\n  Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah\n  Jakes beware black rap millionaires\n  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year\n  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah\n\n  [Meth]\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one\n\n  Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels\n\n  Solid gold crown is shinin\n  Solid gold, check it Sun yo\n  Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds\n  I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with dim pones\n  The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it\n  The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin\n  It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle\n\n  Verse Four: Master Killer\n\n  God steppin forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact\n  That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert\n  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under\n  Cuz I strike, like thunder\n  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my\n  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome\n  piece, deceased, laid to rest\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks\n\n  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath\n  Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity\n  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy\n  Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels\n  The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid\n  That's jet money, undaground money\n  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies\n\n  Cosa cosa, come on...\n"},{"id":34401390,"name":"Wu-Gambinos","trackName":"Wu-Gambinos","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals","duration":339.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\nTony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\nWho wants to kill him?\nNo information, say yes or no\nOne point five million\nAlright, you get what you want, money's no object\nThey're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\nAnd they're explosive head bullets, your favorite\nCome here, son\nCome here, for a minute\nHold up, hold up, hold up, hold up\nYo, send Bobby to the store for some more baking soda\nYo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man\nGet your big Avias off my mom's table man\nThe fuck is wrong with you, man?\nNah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man\nFuck is wrong with you, man?\nNiggas is greedy man, damn\nBig ass shits\nYo man, you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man\nChill man\nBobby Steels\nSomebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit\nSup kid?\nGet baking soda\nYo\nLet's cut the pie five ways\nWe came off with two mil, kid\nNoodles\nFast\nRollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through\nLa Cosa Nostra\nJohnny Blaze\nLou Diamonds\nRepresent for my peoples\nWord up, kid\nTony Starks\nUniversal frontier\nOriginal bloodclaat bad boys\nWho come to get you, none, they want guns\nI be the first to set off shit, last to run\nWu roll together as one\nI call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it\nScriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty\nLike my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty\nFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\nBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\nAin't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\nCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah\n36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\nInformation leaking out your faucets, hmm\nTime to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds\nThere's a new sheriff in town holding it down\nIt's the two holster, six-shot smoker\nWanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\nWild in the West, a student of my culture\nAnd life is the test, hold up\nLet a nigga catch his breath\nI'm still paying dues and the last one is death\nBack to the essence with that shit you stressing, this rap profession\nNow peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\nIsle, bless my style, criminology pays\nThe last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze\nThis goes for niggas who know\nWu will glow like yayo, lay low\nPlus cooling in Barbados\nRicans be giving me much shit to touch shit\nStay cool papa, see you with enough shit\nBack at the lab-a, crack's bagged up\nYo niggas act up, what? 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Wu will glow like yayo, lay low\n  Plus cooling in Barbados\n  Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit\n  Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit\n  Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggas act up, what? 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Wu will glow like yayo, lay low\n  Plus cooling in Barbados\n  Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit\n  Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit\n  Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggas act up, what? 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Wu will glow like yayo, lay low\n  Plus cooling in Barbados\n  Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit\n  Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit\n  Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggas act up, what? 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309450\n- text: Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions\n  start_ms: 309450\n  end_ms: 312010\n- text: Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  start_ms: 312010\n  end_ms: 313900\n- text: Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid\n  start_ms: 313900\n  end_ms: 316830\n- text: There's jet money, underground money\n  start_ms: 316830\n  end_ms: 318720\n- text: Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies\n  start_ms: 318720\n  end_ms: 325770\n- text: Cosa, Cosa\n  start_ms: 325770\n  end_ms: 328710\n- text: Come on\n  start_ms: 328710\nplain: |-\n  And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get\n  Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America\n  Who wants to kill him?\n  No information, say yes or no\n  One point five million\n  Alright, you get what you want, money's no object\n  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable\n  And they're explosive head bullets, your favorite\n  Come here, son\n  Come here, for a minute\n  Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up\n  Yo, send Bobby to the store for some more baking soda\n  Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man\n  Get your big Avias off my mom's table man\n  The fuck is wrong with you, man?\n  Nah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man\n  Fuck is wrong with you, man?\n  Niggas is greedy man, damn\n  Big ass shits\n  Yo man, you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man\n  Chill man\n  Bobby Steels\n  Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit\n  Sup kid?\n  Get baking soda\n  Yo\n  Let's cut the pie five ways\n  We came off with two mil, kid\n  Noodles\n  Fast\n  Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through\n  La Cosa Nostra\n  Johnny Blaze\n  Lou Diamonds\n  Represent for my peoples\n  Word up, kid\n  Tony Starks\n  Universal frontier\n  Original bloodclaat bad boys\n  Who come to get you, none, they want guns\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it\n  Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty\n  Like my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty\n  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably\n  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real\n  Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer\n  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah\n  36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it\n  Information leaking out your faucets, hmm\n  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds\n  There's a new sheriff in town holding it down\n  It's the two holster, six-shot smoker\n  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster\n  Wild in the West, a student of my culture\n  And life is the test, hold up\n  Let a nigga catch his breath\n  I'm still paying dues and the last one is death\n  Back to the essence with that shit you stressing, this rap profession\n  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin\n  Isle, bless my style, criminology pays\n  The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze\n  This goes for niggas who know\n  Wu will glow like yayo, lay low\n  Plus cooling in Barbados\n  Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit\n  Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit\n  Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up\n  Yo niggas act up, what? Blow up their workers if they have to\n  Señoritas, fucking up a storm buying Gods margaritas\n  Sucking his dick, up in the whip long\n  Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas\n  Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas\n  Silks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah\n  Jakes beware of black rap millionaires\n  Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year\n  1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother son cause he shine like one\n  Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds\n  I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver lining\n  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected\n  The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus\n  Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones\n  And watch your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone\n  How dare you approach it with them poems\n  The overfiend, light nova beam green, show 'em what soldier mean\n  The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it\n  The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit\n  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general\n  Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial\n  Happy Millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin\n  Goes up your adrenalin, son, it's time for bouting\n  It's a model you're resembling the niggas who like following\n  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and\n  God stepping forth upon holy down of the track\n  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack\n  So I decided to bite down on the mic\n  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the master\n  For what lurks, is an expert that hurts\n  The individual who tries to visualize under\n  'Cause I strike, like thunder\n  Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable\n  My wisdom fucks up your respitorial\n  Systems are fractured by the killer tactics\n  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged\n  Enter the entity, my vicinity\n  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity\n  Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks my\n  Clan is hostile and got mad moss for blocks so\n  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of\n  The gat as I attack the track\n  From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome\n  Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfucking dome-piece\n  Deceased, laid to rest\n  Who come to get you, none, they want guns\n  I be the first to set off shit, last to run\n  Wu roll together as one\n  I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one\n  Yo, ayo, I got to serve them my way, move give me room\n  Holding up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom\n  Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath\n  Soley on Wu cords you heard Genius on Gef\n  So step back to the lab at high velocity\n  My team make hand-to-hand sales, we're like a pharmacy\n  Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo\n  Goodfellas we know, best sellers become novels\n  The man rocking head bands, silk scarves and jams\n  Early 80's British Walkers, playboys, mocks and shams\n  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies\n  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's\n  Remember them kids that came off with eight million\n  Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions\n  Them flower heads must have been stupid\n  Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid\n  There's jet money, underground money\n  Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies\n  Cosa, Cosa\n  Come on\n"}]