[{"id":13670070,"name":"The Turnaround","trackName":"The Turnaround","artistName":"Real Live","albumName":"The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama","duration":332.2514289,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mr. Slick is out to prove somethin\nI'm all up in this pussy, pass the chrome, time to move somethin\n(Yo, it's the turnaround)\n[ VERSE 1 ]\nTonight my clique's lookin lavish in upscale casino style\nFlexin muscles like a Gotti trial\nYellow case get shook by the court with the judge\nYou should know a pimp, sonny, kill them killer looks\nRoscoe's concealed, it's real, I'm magnetized to this heat\nWith the navy blue steel appeal\nGots to be top notch, iced-out Movado\nTime tickin on pussies like Castellano\nThug Incorporated, my murder team is orchestrated\nAnd trained through excrutiating pain, they'll never be faded\n[ VERSE 2 ]\nThere's no comparison how I construct the flow\nLike pyramids phenomenal, niggas already know\nMr. Slick is out to prove something\nI'm all up in this pussy out of state, nigga, move something\nBags of money plus counting machines\nNiggas lust for green, red dogs on the scene\nHad to ultimate my scheme to a higher plateau\nIt's all about rippin shows, stick broads and dough\nFuck the penny ante scams\nWhat part you don't understand?\nAtlantic City-bound, playin (?) for grams\nPussies be vexed when I be puttin chips down\nThis here motherfucker is the turnaround\n(What goes up, must come down) - Lords of the Underground\n[ VERSE 3 ]\nThis is the part that I be lovin the most\nCrack the 200 dollar bubbly, propose a toast\nGods bless the family back home, players sittin on chrome\nWith three piece suits on dummy phones\nMakin transations, conversatin top dollar\nReal Live niggas, hustle is a street scholar\nSmall timers constantly come around with that bitch shit\nI re-, re-, regulate, take 'em to the street quick\nMovin in on these hal","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Turnaround\n artist: Real Live\n album: 'The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama'\n duration_ms: 332251\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Mr. Slick is out to prove somethin\n I'm all up in this pussy, pass the chrome, time to move somethin\n (Yo, it's the turnaround)\n [ VERSE 1 ]\n Tonight my clique's lookin lavish in upscale casino style\n Flexin muscles like a Gotti trial\n Yellow case get shook by the court with the judge\n You should know a pimp, sonny, kill them killer looks\n Roscoe's concealed, it's real, I'm magnetized to this heat\n With the navy blue steel appeal\n Gots to be top notch, iced-out Movado\n Time tickin on pussies like Castellano\n Thug Incorporated, my murder team is orchestrated\n And trained through excrutiating pain, they'll never be faded\n [ VERSE 2 ]\n There's no comparison how I construct the flow\n Like pyramids phenomenal, niggas already know\n Mr. Slick is out to prove something\n I'm all up in this pussy out of state, nigga, move something\n Bags of money plus counting machines\n Niggas lust for green, red dogs on the scene\n Had to ultimate my scheme to a higher plateau\n It's all about rippin shows, stick broads and dough\n Fuck the penny ante scams\n What part you don't understand?\n Atlantic City-bound, playin (?) for grams\n Pussies be vexed when I be puttin chips down\n This here motherfucker is the turnaround\n (What goes up, must come down) - Lords of the Underground\n [ VERSE 3 ]\n This is the part that I be lovin the most\n Crack the 200 dollar bubbly, propose a toast\n Gods bless the family back home, players sittin on chrome\n With three piece suits on dummy phones\n Makin transations, conversatin top dollar\n Real Live niggas, hustle is a street scholar\n Small timers constantly come around with that bitch shit\n I re-, re-, regulate, take 'em to the street quick\n Movin in on these hal\n"},{"id":36378163,"name":"Real Live Shit","trackName":"Real Live Shit","artistName":"Real Live","albumName":"The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama","duration":376.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"There's noise in here this evening\nClose the door 'cause we gon' party all night tonight\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\nI, I leave 'em froze like heroin in your -\nI, I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\nI, I leave 'em froze like heroin in your -\n\nNever underestimate the real live\nThe gun slinging fat mack, a sick type of fuck (who that?)\nI left blood stains in every spot that I rock\nI'm representin' Jersey spittin' rhymes like a Glock\nInto the Cape Fear where MC's be shell shocked\nI got the stash in my dash with the stock and the oo-wop\nWho the blunt abuser? Who the stupid hooker user?\nThe pimp with the blow countin' bank in the Land Cruiser\nI get a charge from the sound of the bus\nI was made to crush, I'm wettin' rappers 'til they rust\n\nPlus my regiment is elite, mega deep\n20 steep we creep in a five-car fleet\nThat's how I'm bouncin' for the nine-fifth son\nWe don't promote no masquerade 'cause we was players from day one\nWe start trends we make hits\nK-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit\n\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n(K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n(K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n(K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n(K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n\nSmoke tinted windows 'cause I'm movin' with heat\nI got a mean ass broad in my shotgun seat\nYou can get bucked any day of the week\nThat nigga Larry O be makin' rappers retreat\nYou know in life I fail, Jake is on my tail\nI blew up your block and left a haze like black hail\nI use an M16 to blast clowns off the planet\nIn cold blood, my heart is made of granite\nMy counterpart (whoo), the K to the Def (yeah)\nWicked beatmaker, mass murderer with his left\n\nWe got the whole game locked so\nFreaks on hold like a pimp on his stroll\nI'm bustin' caps at the sugar coated rap yo\nThis is a lyrical terrorist manifesto\nSippin' the Remy gettin' lit, I'm hit\nIgnite a fat spliff I'm on some real live shit\n\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n(K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n(K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n(K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n(K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit) I-\n\nBack once more for my niggas with the encore\nOne last verse to blow the spot then I burst\nUp out the scene 'cause I'm on some loc shit\nBank rolling niggas on that ghetto pro shit\nDamn, I hate to settle for less, true that\nI wanna live mega fat, push a Benz like a diplomat\nAutomatic TECs, Lazarus around my neck\nEngineering shit with Corleone respect\nThe international world class don\nCame to reign on hip hop, I can't be stopped\n\nI shoot the breeze with expertise\nThe mic is like a toast and when I rhyme I squeeze\nThe criminologist kickin' criminology\nThe way I'm shaking you is like a bank robbery\nSo yo, get on the floor and get face down\nTake these slugs to your head so I can bust your fuckin' crown\nThat's what you get for playing slick\nK-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit\n\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n(K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n(K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n(K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n(K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n(K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\nI leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.55] There's noise in here this evening\n[00:03.11] Close the door 'cause we gon' party all night tonight\n[00:09.17] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[00:14.32] I, I leave 'em froze like heroin in your -\n[00:20.10] I, I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[00:25.23] I, I leave 'em froze like heroin in your -\n[00:28.22] Never underestimate the real live\n[00:30.67] The gun slinging fat mack, a sick type of fuck (who that?)\n[00:33.80] I left blood stains in every spot that I rock\n[00:36.70] I'm representin' Jersey spittin' rhymes like a Glock\n[00:39.51] Into the Cape Fear where MC's be shell shocked\n[00:42.22] I got the stash in my dash with the stock and the oo-wop\n[00:45.22] Who the blunt abuser? Who the stupid hooker user?\n[00:48.10] The pimp with the blow countin' bank in the Land Cruiser\n[00:51.29] I get a charge from the sound of the bus\n[00:53.56] I was made to crush, I'm wettin' rappers 'til they rust\n[00:56.66] Plus my regiment is elite, mega deep\n[00:59.34] 20 steep we creep in a five-car fleet\n[01:02.01] That's how I'm bouncin' for the nine-fifth son\n[01:04.97] We don't promote no masquerade 'cause we was players from day one\n[01:08.31] We start trends we make hits\n[01:10.22] K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit\n[01:13.54] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[01:16.24] (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n[01:19.21] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[01:21.56] (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n[01:24.78] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[01:27.53] (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n[01:30.46] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[01:32.65] (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n[01:36.09] Smoke tinted windows 'cause I'm movin' with heat\n[01:38.62] I got a mean ass broad in my shotgun seat\n[01:41.56] You can get bucked any day of the week\n[01:44.27] That nigga Larry O be makin' rappers retreat\n[01:47.05] You know in life I fail, Jake is on my tail\n[01:50.26] I blew up your block and left a haze like black hail\n[01:53.20] I use an M16 to blast clowns off the planet\n[01:56.37] In cold blood, my heart is made of granite\n[01:58.33] My counterpart (whoo), the K to the Def (yeah)\n[02:01.10] Wicked beatmaker, mass murderer with his left\n[02:04.37] We got the whole game locked so\n[02:06.35] Freaks on hold like a pimp on his stroll\n[02:09.93] I'm bustin' caps at the sugar coated rap yo\n[02:12.70] This is a lyrical terrorist manifesto\n[02:15.75] Sippin' the Remy gettin' lit, I'm hit\n[02:18.21] Ignite a fat spliff I'm on some real live shit\n[02:21.17] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[02:23.92] (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n[02:26.97] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[02:29.48] (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n[02:32.39] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[02:34.77] (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n[02:37.70] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[02:40.23] (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit) I-\n[02:43.11] Back once more for my niggas with the encore\n[02:46.61] One last verse to blow the spot then I burst\n[02:49.68] Up out the scene 'cause I'm on some loc shit\n[02:52.20] Bank rolling niggas on that ghetto pro shit\n[02:54.95] Damn, I hate to settle for less, true that\n[02:57.75] I wanna live mega fat, push a Benz like a diplomat\n[03:00.65] Automatic TECs, Lazarus around my neck\n[03:03.55] Engineering shit with Corleone respect\n[03:06.28] The international world class don\n[03:08.62] Came to reign on hip hop, I can't be stopped\n[03:11.32] I shoot the breeze with expertise\n[03:14.23] The mic is like a toast and when I rhyme I squeeze\n[03:17.28] The criminologist kickin' criminology\n[03:19.93] The way I'm shaking you is like a bank robbery\n[03:22.60] So yo, get on the floor and get face down\n[03:25.22] Take these slugs to your head so I can bust your fuckin' crown\n[03:28.73] That's what you get for playing slick\n[03:30.98] K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit\n[03:34.57] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[03:37.05] (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n[03:39.99] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[03:42.43] (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n[03:45.57] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[03:48.26] (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n[03:50.95] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[03:53.33] (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n[03:56.45] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[03:58.84] (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n[04:01.90] I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n[04:08.26] I leave 'em 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Who the stupid hooker user?\n The pimp with the blow countin' bank in the Land Cruiser\n I get a charge from the sound of the bus\n I was made to crush, I'm wettin' rappers 'til they rust\n\n Plus my regiment is elite, mega deep\n 20 steep we creep in a five-car fleet\n That's how I'm bouncin' for the nine-fifth son\n We don't promote no masquerade 'cause we was players from day one\n We start trends we make hits\n K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit\n\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n\n Smoke tinted windows 'cause I'm movin' with heat\n I got a mean ass broad in my shotgun seat\n You can get bucked any day of the week\n That nigga Larry O be makin' rappers retreat\n You know in life I fail, Jake is on my tail\n I blew up your block and left a haze like black hail\n I use an M16 to blast clowns off the planet\n In cold blood, my heart is made of granite\n My counterpart (whoo), the K to the Def (yeah)\n Wicked beatmaker, mass murderer with his left\n\n We got the whole game locked so\n Freaks on hold like a pimp on his stroll\n I'm bustin' caps at the sugar coated rap yo\n This is a lyrical terrorist manifesto\n Sippin' the Remy gettin' lit, I'm hit\n Ignite a fat spliff I'm on some real live shit\n\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit) I-\n\n Back once more for my niggas with the encore\n One last verse to blow the spot then I burst\n Up out the scene 'cause I'm on some loc shit\n Bank rolling niggas on that ghetto pro shit\n Damn, I hate to settle for less, true that\n I wanna live mega fat, push a Benz like a diplomat\n Automatic TECs, Lazarus around my neck\n Engineering shit with Corleone respect\n The international world class don\n Came to reign on hip hop, I can't be stopped\n\n I shoot the breeze with expertise\n The mic is like a toast and when I rhyme I squeeze\n The criminologist kickin' criminology\n The way I'm shaking you is like a bank robbery\n So yo, get on the floor and get face down\n Take these slugs to your head so I can bust your fuckin' crown\n That's what you get for playing slick\n K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit\n\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n"},{"id":24538921,"name":"Real Live Sh*t","trackName":"Real Live Sh*t","artistName":"Real Live","albumName":"The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Never underestimate the real live\nThe gun slinging fat mack, a sick type of fuck (who dat?)\nI left blood stains in every spot that I rock\nI'm representing Jersey spitting rhymes like a Glock\nInto the Cape Fear where MC's be shell shocked\nI got the stash in my dash with the stock and the oo-wop\nWho the blunt abuser? 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Who the stupid hooker user?\n The pimp with the blow counting bank in the Land Cruiser\n I get a charge from the sound of the bus\n I was made to crush, I'm wetting rappers til they rust\n Plus my regiment is elite, mega deep\n Twenty steep we creep in a five car fleet\n That's how I'm bouncing for the nine-fifth son\n We don't promote no masquerade cause we was players from day one\n We start trends we make hits\n K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit\n\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n\n Smoke tinted windows cause I'm moving with heat\n I got a mean ass broad in my shotgun seat\n You can get bucked any day of the week\n That nigga Larry O be making rappers retreat\n You know in life I fail, Jake is on my tail\n I blew up your block and left a haze like black hail\n I use an M16 to blast clowns off the planet\n In cold blood, my heart is made of granite\n My counterpart, the K to the Def\n Wicked beat maker, mass murderer with his left\n We got the whole game locked so\n Freaks on hold like a pimp on his stroll\n I'm busting caps at the sugar coated rap yo\n This is a lyrical terrorist manifesto\n Sipping the Remi getting lit, I'm hit\n Ignite a fat spliff I'm on some real live shit\n\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n\n Back once more for my niggas with the encore\n One last verse to blow the spot then I burst\n Up out the scene cause I'm on some loc shit\n Bank rolling niggas on that ghetto pro shit\n Damn I hate to settle for less, true dat\n I wanna live mega fat, push a Benz like a diplomat\n Automatic techs, Lazarus around my neck\n Engineering shit with Corleone respect\n The international world class don\n Came to reign on hip hop, I can't be stopped\n I shoot the breeze with expertise\n The mic is like a toast and when I rhyme I squeeze\n The criminologist kicking criminology\n The way I'm shaking you is like a bank robbery\n So yo get on the floor and get face down\n Take these slugs to your head so I can bust your fucking crown\n That's what you get for playing slick\n K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit\n\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose\n (K-Def and Larry O be on some real live shit)\n"},{"id":36006858,"name":"Real Live Shit (Remix) (feat. 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Who movin' 'caine on trains?\nSlick lines is open, out of state kids, give me the lane\nDef flip the track, cut the rhyme like quinine\nStampin' undertaker, the slums is mine, nigga\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, real live from the P\nThis is the remix, word up\nFull Gambino representin'\nTony Starks, yeah, yeah, my clique\nCappadon doin' his thing\nKilla Sin, hit 'em, hit 'em, kid, yeah\nLord Tariq, you nice, duke, uh\nK-Def, knahmean, keep crushin' 'em, son\n\nI, am the magnificent, am the magnificent\nAm the magnificent, am the magnificent\nAm the magnificent, am the magnificent\nAm the magnificent, am the magnificent\nAm the magnificent, am the magnificent\nYou didn't know I was the bomb, baby\nInvincible, K to the Def, yeah\nYou didn't know I was the bomb, baby\nInvincible, K to the Def, yeah\nYou didn't know I was the bomb, baby\nInvincible, K to the Def, yeah\nYou didn't know I was the bomb, baby\nInvincible, K to the Def, yeah\nYou didn't know I was the bomb, baby\nSimply wasn't no type of big drug dealer\nBut why sweat it?\nI'm all into my music 'cause that's how I make ends meet\nAw, fuck it, the Kane is invincible\nSimply wasn't no type of big drug dealer\nBut why sweat it?\nI'm all into my music 'cause that's how I make ends meet\nAw, fuck it, the Kane is invincible\nThe numbers changed and the crib's a little sadder\nBut if you was real, you'd see it really wouldn't matter, hey\nThe numbers changed and the crib's a little sadder\nBut if you was real, you'd see it really wouldn't matter, hey\nThe numbers changed and the crib's a little sadder\nBut if you was real, you'd see it really wouldn't matter\nDon't fuck me in the head with that, go 'head with that\nOoh, he got an afro, but I got dough\nInvincible, K to the Def, yeah\nYou didn't know I was the bomb, baby\nInvincible, K to the Def, yeah\nYou didn't know I was the bomb, baby\nInvincible, K to the Def, yeah\nYou didn't know I was the bomb, baby\nInvincible, K to the Def, yeah\nStop right there, you messed up, run it back, K","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Real Live Shit (Remix ft. 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Who movin' 'caine on trains?\n Slick lines is open, out of state kids, give me the lane\n Def flip the track, cut the rhyme like quinine\n Stampin' undertaker, the slums is mine, nigga\n\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, real live from the P\n This is the remix, word up\n Full Gambino representin'\n Tony Starks, yeah, yeah, my clique\n Cappadon doin' his thing\n Killa Sin, hit 'em, hit 'em, kid, yeah\n Lord Tariq, you nice, duke, uh\n K-Def, knahmean, keep crushin' 'em, son\n\n I, am the magnificent, am the magnificent\n Am the magnificent, am the magnificent\n Am the magnificent, am the magnificent\n Am the magnificent, am the magnificent\n Am the magnificent, am the magnificent\n You didn't know I was the bomb, baby\n Invincible, K to the Def, yeah\n You didn't know I was the bomb, baby\n Invincible, K to the Def, yeah\n You didn't know I was the bomb, baby\n Invincible, K to the Def, yeah\n You didn't know I was the bomb, baby\n Invincible, K to the Def, yeah\n You didn't know I was the bomb, baby\n Simply wasn't no type of big drug dealer\n But why sweat it?\n I'm all into my music 'cause that's how I make ends meet\n Aw, fuck it, the Kane is invincible\n Simply wasn't no type of big drug dealer\n But why sweat it?\n I'm all into my music 'cause that's how I make ends meet\n Aw, fuck it, the Kane is invincible\n The numbers changed and the crib's a little sadder\n But if you was real, you'd see it really wouldn't matter, hey\n The numbers changed and the crib's a little sadder\n But if you was real, you'd see it really wouldn't matter, hey\n The numbers changed and the crib's a little sadder\n But if you was real, you'd see it really wouldn't matter\n Don't fuck me in the head with that, go 'head with that\n Ooh, he got an afro, but I got dough\n Invincible, K to the Def, yeah\n You didn't know I was the bomb, baby\n Invincible, K to the Def, yeah\n You didn't know I was the bomb, baby\n Invincible, K to the Def, yeah\n You didn't know I was the bomb, baby\n Invincible, K to the Def, yeah\n Stop right there, you messed up, run it back, K\n"},{"id":21807119,"name":"Real Live Shit (Remix) [feat. 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Live","albumName":"The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I see, the gimmicks, the whack lyrics (Repeat 8x)\n\nI'm usin mics like bangers, victims get hit\nVerbal homicide, razorblade spit\nThere's mad kids f'd up in the game, ain't nuttin pretty\nWe all on a quest to have the tightest jam in the city\nOr the fattest sound for the nine pound\nShoot a hundred grand, I'm rollin eggcracks on the ground\nMy mind is under siege from chunky black\nI made my white out fat with about three-fourths of a twenty sack\n\nNow I gots to blow the spot one time\nAnd in due time, you'll find the illustration of true crime\nToo many niggas fakin moves today\n\nToo many brothers gettin blown away\nBut I be makin licks anyway everyday\nAnd still hold a toast just in case of foul play\nYou always had somethin to say\n\nMan I knew you wasn't shit from the very first day\n\nI ain't a rookie son, I'm like a decorated soldier\nI earn mad 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time to pay some dues\n You got to show some skill before you talk about a Uz'\n Or a TEC, and I lost mad respect\n And if the whack shit don't stop, I'm shuttin down shop\n You took a turn for the worse, you're like a curse\n\n You never come clean in your verse\n You got players on the street gettin down for real\n Gettin down for coke, gettin down with steel\n You ain't a thoroughbred, cause you ain't never did no caper\n What's this talk about you rich when you workin with short paper?\n\n You're like a disease\n\n And uhh, get the fuck from outta here before I squeeze\n"},{"id":36615337,"name":"Pop the Trunk","trackName":"Pop the Trunk","artistName":"Real Live","albumName":"The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Feelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\nFeelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\nFeelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\nFeelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\nFeelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\nFeelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n\nIt's gonna be a suicide goin' up against a army\nNiggas get the wrong idea like they can harm me\nThe Ebony Capone, light and bless on the throne\nMy blow out gleams in the sun like chrome\nLivin' off the hustle, blowin' my fuse\nBouncin' in and out of airports in cocaine shoes\nThe thug is on 'cause society failed me\nWhen I creep through the street, I take steps of death daily\nI never gave a fuck about shit and I don't slip\n'Cause I was disciplined from the hip\nOr waistline, like G. Rap, I don't waste mine\nI'm paralyzin' punks, unloadin' nines on they spine\nAs soon as they drop, I boogie up the block\nAnd count my C-notes with triple beam and D-note\nNow these is players that's never caught guessin'\nAll out hustlers, pimps in their profession\nY'all better know when you fuckin' with a pro\nIt's a serious thing, duke, I gots to let you know\n\nYou'll get your feelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\nFeelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\nFeelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\nFeelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n\nHere come that big time nigga, the slickest crime figure\nA sick loose cannon, applyin' pressure on triggers\nYou better not move a inch or flinch\n'Cause you was poppin' mad shit, now let me see the bad shit\nFuck around, you best be ready, you petty\nI make y'all motherfuckers hot as the Serengeti\nI be the baddest motherfucker on this mic piece\nRelentless lyricist, niggas hopin' that I might cease\nOr, slow down some\nI stimulate the mic like a tongue make a bitch cum\nSippin' Moët, livin' life to the T\nMakin' licks for loochies simultaneously\nSee mad niggas walk around with frowns\nI'm shuttin' 'em down like clowns\nA clean sweep when I creep on your clique\nLike the Grim Reap', I freaked your technique, rhymin' in my sleep\nMegadose and verbal venom combined\nI drop you six feet deep with lime, nigga\n\nYou'll get your feelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\nFeelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\nFeelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\nFeelings hurt\nTry to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Pop the Trunk\n artist: Real Live\n album: 'The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama'\n duration_ms: 200000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n Feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n Feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n Feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n Feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n Feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n\n It's gonna be a suicide goin' up against a army\n Niggas get the wrong idea like they can harm me\n The Ebony Capone, light and bless on the throne\n My blow out gleams in the sun like chrome\n Livin' off the hustle, blowin' my fuse\n Bouncin' in and out of airports in cocaine shoes\n The thug is on 'cause society failed me\n When I creep through the street, I take steps of death daily\n I never gave a fuck about shit and I don't slip\n 'Cause I was disciplined from the hip\n Or waistline, like G. Rap, I don't waste mine\n I'm paralyzin' punks, unloadin' nines on they spine\n As soon as they drop, I boogie up the block\n And count my C-notes with triple beam and D-note\n Now these is players that's never caught guessin'\n All out hustlers, pimps in their profession\n Y'all better know when you fuckin' with a pro\n It's a serious thing, duke, I gots to let you know\n\n You'll get your feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n Feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n Feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n Feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n\n Here come that big time nigga, the slickest crime figure\n A sick loose cannon, applyin' pressure on triggers\n You better not move a inch or flinch\n 'Cause you was poppin' mad shit, now let me see the bad shit\n Fuck around, you best be ready, you petty\n I make y'all motherfuckers hot as the Serengeti\n I be the baddest motherfucker on this mic piece\n Relentless lyricist, niggas hopin' that I might cease\n Or, slow down some\n I stimulate the mic like a tongue make a bitch cum\n Sippin' Moët, livin' life to the T\n Makin' licks for loochies simultaneously\n See mad niggas walk around with frowns\n I'm shuttin' 'em down like clowns\n A clean sweep when I creep on your clique\n Like the Grim Reap', I freaked your technique, rhymin' in my sleep\n Megadose and verbal venom combined\n I drop you six feet deep with lime, nigga\n\n You'll get your feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n Feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n Feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n Feelings hurt\n Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt\n"},{"id":2244581,"name":"Crime Is Money","trackName":"Crime Is Money","artistName":"Real Live","albumName":"The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[ Chorus ]\nCrime is money and money is crime\nGots to get my loot together, so a nigga can shine\nCrime is money and money is crime\nIf I catch you slippin, son, yo, your cream is mine\n[ Verse 1 ]\nThe invincible, infinite, never-endin\nToo many pussy-ass niggaz on the market pretendin\nI'd like to let you know it's for real, not a rap\nGot the strap for the everyday gunclap\nThe crown king, makin moves, doin my thing\nIceberg Slick involved in a coke ring\nI'm workin with Columbians, Dominicans\nYou want nitro smack, check the Nigerians\nI'm crushin 'em, there go that herb, now we rushin 'em\nTakin all he got, the nigga tried to plot\nOn the slickest cat in town, why clown around\nYo, I peeped your mugshot when the drama went down\nTried to catch a nigga sleepin\nBut little did you know my motherfuckin clique was creepin\nIn a land of gamblin, hustlin\nDrug-traffickin, murderin, musclin\n[ Chorus ]\n[ Verse 2 ]\nI'ma tell you what's the word on the street\nCats got fucked up attitudes plus thugs be holdin heat\nAll the stress got me runnin for shelter\nI've seen dice games turn into helter skelter\nGrimey niggaz only 12 years old be drenched in gold\nSo much ice them niggaz cold, just sold\n20 bags to this undercover cat\nThe motherfucker was informed by a rat\nSlash player hater\nA faggot that's vexed cos the lucci is much greater\nThe way to survive, got to come alive\nIn '95, duke, cos '96 is near\nEverybody's in fear\nOf either gettin shot or caught up in the middle\nOr contractin the package on the low, yo, she lookin little\nUsed to be the meanest chicken on the block\nI couldn't tell if she was sick, but she was smokin that rock\n[ C","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Crime Is Money\n artist: Real Live\n album: 'The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama'\n duration_ms: 250000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [ Chorus ]\n Crime is money and money is crime\n Gots to get my loot together, so a nigga can shine\n Crime is money and money is crime\n If I catch you slippin, son, yo, your cream is mine\n [ Verse 1 ]\n The invincible, infinite, never-endin\n Too many pussy-ass niggaz on the market pretendin\n I'd like to let you know it's for real, not a rap\n Got the strap for the everyday gunclap\n The crown king, makin moves, doin my thing\n Iceberg Slick involved in a coke ring\n I'm workin with Columbians, Dominicans\n You want nitro smack, check the Nigerians\n I'm crushin 'em, there go that herb, now we rushin 'em\n Takin all he got, the nigga tried to plot\n On the slickest cat in town, why clown around\n Yo, I peeped your mugshot when the drama went down\n Tried to catch a nigga sleepin\n But little did you know my motherfuckin clique was creepin\n In a land of gamblin, hustlin\n Drug-traffickin, murderin, musclin\n [ Chorus ]\n [ Verse 2 ]\n I'ma tell you what's the word on the street\n Cats got fucked up attitudes plus thugs be holdin heat\n All the stress got me runnin for shelter\n I've seen dice games turn into helter skelter\n Grimey niggaz only 12 years old be drenched in gold\n So much ice them niggaz cold, just sold\n 20 bags to this undercover cat\n The motherfucker was informed by a rat\n Slash player hater\n A faggot that's vexed cos the lucci is much greater\n The way to survive, got to come alive\n In '95, duke, cos '96 is near\n Everybody's in fear\n Of either gettin shot or caught up in the middle\n Or contractin the package on the low, yo, she lookin little\n Used to be the meanest chicken on the block\n I couldn't tell if she was sick, but she was smokin that rock\n [ C\n"},{"id":15016493,"name":"Trilogy of Error","trackName":"Trilogy of Error","artistName":"Real Live","albumName":"The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"People underestimate the Real Live\nLife I fail, jake is on my tail\n\n[ VERSE 1 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disease\nI started with an ounce, now I'm workin with ki's\nNiggas love to snitch, the jakes say, \"Freeze!\"With friends like these, I don't need enemies\nWhen the players get the cream, it spreads like a disease\nI started with an ounce, now I'm workin with ki's\nNiggas love to snitch, the jakes say, \"Freeze!\"With friends like these, we don't need enemies\n\n[ VERSE 2 ]\n\nI bounced out of town quick just to make a fast lick\nSit back, recline on some Big Willie shit\nThe phone rings, it's my peoples on the other line(Damn, you're the hardest nigga to find)What's up, son? What's goin on? (Ain't noth","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Trilogy of Error\n artist: Real Live\n album: 'The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama'\n duration_ms: 296000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n People underestimate the Real Live\n Life I fail, jake is on my tail\n\n [ VERSE 1 ]\n\n Watch yo' faggot ass clique get dropped\n Niggas wanna take what I got, they cultivatin a plot\n I got to let niggas know where I'm comin from, Duke\n I ain't a fluke, I go that extra mile for the loot\n My ill disposition, my demeanour gets meaner\n When it rains cocaine, it gets greener\n Hook it up, cook it up, a half a ki, I ain't a rookie\n Let's turn that white bitch to a motherfucking cookie\n We wanna be around for the breakdown, watch the shakedown\n Undercover clowns violate the town\n They wanna see our money grow\n And we can all make it happen if we keep a steady flow\n But niggas gots to be niggas, you know\n When money piles up, sheisty niggas get robbed up\n I fronted sonny some work\n A couple of weeks went by, then I noticed I was cold jerked\n We used to do that shit too\n But don't ever in your life fuck your own fucking crew\n Cos that's some low down shit\n And when I catch up with you, pussy, yo' ass is hit\n\n [ CHORUS ]\n\n When the players get the cream, it spreads like a disease\n I started with an ounce, now I'm workin with ki's\n Niggas love to snitch, the jakes say, \"Freeze!\"With friends like these, I don't need enemies\n When the players get the cream, it spreads like a disease\n I started with an ounce, now I'm workin with ki's\n Niggas love to snitch, the jakes say, \"Freeze!\"With friends like these, we don't need enemies\n\n [ VERSE 2 ]\n\n I bounced out of town quick just to make a fast lick\n Sit back, recline on some Big Willie shit\n The phone rings, it's my peoples on the other line(Damn, you're the hardest nigga to find)What's up, son? What's goin on? 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trees, ki's\nPlease give up your quest, you up against the best motherfucker you ever seen\nWhile I continue to amaze with a phrase that's mean\nAnd when we put the shit together we was definitely high\nFrom the day I was born till I die\nMotherfucker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Day You Die\n artist: Real Live\n album: 'The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama'\n duration_ms: 286000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [ Chorus ]\n From the day you're born... till the day you die\n If you're one of the poor ones, you just gotta work hard, you know what I mean\n A lot of pain, lot of sorrow, blood, sweat and tears\n [ Verse 1 ]\n I'm like a one man crew, a one man clique\n Iceberg Slick, sick like horror flicks\n I put a burner on a heat when I ( ? ) the street\n Nickel-plated poetry mad deep\n The intellect interacts with raps\n Cartel rocks well, baby, I'm strapped with gats\n Yo son, had to bounce 'cause the block was scorchin\n I'm 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nervous\nNow I'm dreamin, drippin, thinkin\nRight before my eyes I saw my life blinkin\nNow that's serious, son, it's Code Red, I'm cold dead\nWith 3 bullets in my head\nNow they thinkin of a place to drop me\nI'm cold fucked up, y'all niggaz got me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: They Got Me\n artist: Real Live\n album: 'The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama'\n duration_ms: 166000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [ Verse 1 ]\n I represent the struggle in the worst way\n I'm shakin niggaz for they cream 'n bangin bitches on the first date\n I got a prize in my stash\n This nigga hit me with some work so now I gots to get the cash\n But some niggaz wanna fade me out, play me out\n Hit me with a toast and lay me out\n They wanna see the old shiver\n Fill a nigga with black Rhinos, body in a river\n And all I had to do was hustle right\n But I ain't payin them niggaz no mind, cos yo my shit's tight\n And now it's time to make that one stop\n Hit them niggaz with the crop then I bounce from the block\n I'm dreamin of a big body styled with black leather\n I stacked enough cream to flip a scheme and get my head together\n But some niggaz wanna seize my plans\n They bust a cap in my man and put my ass in a van\n [ Verse 2 ]\n They got a nigga handcuffed, no question it's mad rough\n They doin that mafioso stuff\n Why am I visualizin faces of death\n They hit me with a bang I'm leakin, I'm runnin out of breath\n I had to go and play slick\n I be the crack four ki's and now they on my dick\n I wanted cold cash, hoes, all that good shit, you know how it goes\n I used to live beneath the surface, underworld on purpose\n Have a nigga shakin, lookin nervous\n Now I'm dreamin, drippin, thinkin\n Right before my eyes I saw my life blinkin\n Now that's serious, son, it's Code Red, I'm cold dead\n With 3 bullets in my head\n Now they thinkin of a place to drop me\n I'm cold fucked up, y'all niggaz got me\n"},{"id":12210286,"name":"Money & Shows","trackName":"Money & Shows","artistName":"Real Live","albumName":"The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Larry-O]\nThe K made the brotherly hit I be enhancing\nThe predator editor wigsplita like Manson\nWho wanna see if they can bang with me?\nYa'll people ain't got enough D-O-E\nAs sure as a thousand grams equals a key\nI be the all metro from the E-A-S-T\nYou got a pistol and scared to pull\nYour zig-zagging I'm hittin with a barrage of bullets\nMy technique freaks when I speak\nI do phenomenal feats with astronomical beats\nI'm certified insane\nMy vocab will stab any rapper in the brain\n(Hey player what you workin with?)\nI got four broads they all wanna get hit\nPlus a fifth of Remy a quarter pound of good shit\nWe off the K's crib time to split\n\n[Larry-O]\nI got a shorty in my scope I'm brown like dope\nComing back like good coke I smoke til I choke\nThe pimp 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stretch\nI got the pearl handled .45 and camouflage vest\nStop, think cop a cold drink\nKick it with a freak but do your dirt on the sneak\nWhy? Groupies like to tell mad lies\nLoot is on your mind and I can see it in your eye\nYou ain't said nothing slick yo\nYou used to play the dime roll now your sweating KNO\nCos a player got bagged an shit\nRipping up shit and we refuse to quit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Money & Shows\n artist: Real Live\n album: 'The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama'\n duration_ms: 234000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Larry-O]\n The K made the brotherly hit I be enhancing\n The predator editor wigsplita like Manson\n Who wanna see if they can bang with me?\n Ya'll people ain't got enough D-O-E\n As sure as a thousand grams equals a key\n I be the all metro from the E-A-S-T\n You got a pistol and scared to pull\n Your zig-zagging I'm hittin with a barrage of bullets\n My technique freaks when I speak\n I do phenomenal feats with astronomical beats\n I'm certified insane\n My vocab will stab any rapper in the brain\n (Hey player what you workin with?)\n I got four broads they all wanna get hit\n Plus a fifth of Remy a quarter pound of good shit\n We off the K's crib time to split\n\n [Larry-O]\n I got a shorty in my scope I'm brown like dope\n Coming back like good coke I smoke til I choke\n The pimp with the walk and the talk\n Cartel from New Jers well connected in New York\n Freaks I like to fool em punks I like to tool em\n Before I roll my dice you know a player gotta school em\n Streetwise dramatical lyrically mathematical\n I'm mentally equipped I'm in a cage combatical\n When I stack cream chickens attract like magnets\n Plus brothers be open and only hit by fragments\n Of platinum shrapnel I consume the whole room\n A coliseum I'm turning the joints into my museum\n Your more mad cos I rated well planned\n It's the rap scene was puzzled cos I hit em full blast\n I got a concept that everybody know\n Its all about the money and shows so here we go\n\n [Larry-O]\n I've been official from day 1 I'm stacking my bank son\n I make the joints for the killers that spray guns\n And all the shorties running game acting naughty\n Taking rookies for their stock in every city and every block\n The stage is set for me to rock\n Quick sound check the street sweepers on cock\n Crabs like to test the stretch\n I got the pearl handled .45 and camouflage vest\n Stop, think cop a cold drink\n Kick it with a freak but do your dirt on the sneak\n Why? 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