[{"id":15268962,"name":"Ruth's Chris Freestyle","trackName":"Ruth's Chris Freestyle","artistName":"Remble","albumName":"Ruth's Chris Freestyle","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"New bitches when I drop a new song\nRuth's Chris after the homies drop a new opp (well done fellas)\nNew sticks for you if you want to pop off\nI got a Ruger nigga, we ain't finna boo-bop (I don't fight)\n(Viper)\nIf I see a enemy, then it's a shootout\nYou can throw your best punch, but it's best you don't (let's be smart)\nYou pull up looking for trouble, you get what you want\nI know some niggas that will, but I know you won't\n\nI know some niggas that kill, but I know you don't\nI used to be in the field like I was Chris Jones\nI could boss up your life, but it'll take a second\nI could put you on shit that you ain't been on\nI could put you in whips that you ain't been in (something new)\nI could take you on rides you couldn't get on (come with me)\nI was always the odd one, I didn't fit in (paid it off)\nNow all the niggas that bled me, I'm finna shit on 'em\n\nIf I told you anything, just know I really meant it\nI wanna rap about passing, but it's just been a minute\nI wanna rap 'bout nine 'cause I ain't really did it\nI tried to tell you my story but, you ain't really listen\nThe only time you was cookin' was when you in the kitchen\nI was cookin' up everywhere tryna make the chicken\nMy mama told me, \"Watch the snakes\"\nI didn't pay attention (I should've listened)\nI had to pay the consequences because they fuckin' bit me, oh\n\nAnd don't play with Remble because he got a gun (mart)\nAnd don't play with Smokey because he got a semi\nIf we bounce out with choppas\nI know they better run (get outta here, get outta here)\n'Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty\n\nNiggas silly, pull up and drop 'em to make 'em really feel me\nCaught a body, I was just praying and hoping God forgive me\nPlenty killings, bodies on bodies, they killin' plenty niggas\nFlip a nigga, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us\nFree the real (keep the rest), until them niggas free\nNiggas really walking around with thoughts of killing me\nForgive 'em God, for they not know I keep my blick on me\nDon't go nowhere without my pole, they can't get shit for free\n\nAyy, keep that shit on drive don't even park the car\nAyy, Remble he trippin', he goin' bar for bar\nAnd they know I'ma finish, so they don't even start\nAnd we came a long way from running fades at the park\nBitch, pull up with Glocks with long extensions on 'em\nYeah, hop out on opps and slaughter your opponent\n\nYeah, said you was a gangster and now you gotta show it\nYeah, one opp on burner and now you gotta blow it\nNo cap, it's Remble, but that's beside the point\nRay Charles and Stevie Wonder, can't see I'm a joint (shit)\nBitch, I'm with my best friends (they not tough)\nXDs, Glocks, big mops, Deagles, and FNs\n\nShit, that's a stick on me\nHe used to walk you to the park, we finna get on him\nDon't give a fuck if that's your big homie\nGet extra points if you knockdown to somebody\nNiggas talking 'bout \"They want me\", nigga come find me\nHow we just left a nigga block? Left him dumbfounded\nLights flashing everywhere, yeah, go 'round me\nWe pulled up at his momma's house 'cause he a homebody\n\nHow we just did him was just stupid\nSlammed a nigga then went partying at Ruth's Chris\nKu Klux, hang a pussy nigga doing too much\nAll that dick riding you doing, need a new butt\nFuck all that atting me on Twitter, come out and shoot some\nNiggas woofing, I love to drop a new opp\nCatch him walking to his car, did him like 2Pac\nI hang out with real killers, that's what you not\n\nI'm tryna stuff hundreds of thousands up in shoe boxes\nStinc Team don't like it, what you gon' do about it?\nBitch, I beat life twice, I'ma two-timer, shoe shiner\nFlick of the wrist, look I bought new diamonds\nMy lil' nigga wanna whack you, I got his shoe size\nTryna reach for my pieces, nigga, is you high?\nWith my record, I could never go to Dubai\nHe's never coming back and that's that\nI said it two times, ooh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.25] New bitches when I drop a new song\n[00:02.89] Ruth's Chris after the homies drop a new opp (well done fellas)\n[00:05.62] New sticks for you if you want to pop off\n[00:08.08] I got a Ruger nigga, we ain't finna boo-bop (I don't fight)\n[00:10.23] (Viper)\n[00:10.88] If I see a enemy, then it's a shootout\n[00:12.85] You can throw your best punch, but it's best you don't (let's be smart)\n[00:15.73] You pull up looking for trouble, you get what you want\n[00:18.37] I know some niggas that will, but I know you won't\n[00:20.97] I know some niggas that kill, but I know you don't\n[00:23.45] I used to be in the field like I was Chris Jones\n[00:26.06] I could boss up your life, but it'll take a second\n[00:28.76] I could put you on shit that you ain't been on\n[00:31.15] I could put you in whips that you ain't been in (something new)\n[00:33.86] I could take you on rides you couldn't get on (come with me)\n[00:36.42] I was always the odd one, I didn't fit in (paid it off)\n[00:38.80] Now all the niggas that bled me, I'm finna shit on 'em\n[00:41.63] If I told you anything, just know I really meant it\n[00:43.95] I wanna rap about passing, but it's just been a minute\n[00:46.64] I wanna rap 'bout nine 'cause I ain't really did it\n[00:49.38] I tried to tell you my story but, you ain't really listen\n[00:51.73] The only time you was cookin' was when you in the kitchen\n[00:54.42] I was cookin' up everywhere tryna make the chicken\n[00:56.84] My mama told me, \"Watch the snakes\"\n[00:58.40] I didn't pay attention (I should've listened)\n[00:59.58] I had to pay the consequences because they fuckin' bit me, oh\n[01:02.47] And don't play with Remble because he got a gun (mart)\n[01:05.22] And don't play with Smokey because he got a semi\n[01:07.43] If we bounce out with choppas\n[01:08.52] I know they better run (get outta here, get outta here)\n[01:10.31] 'Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty\n[01:12.29] Niggas silly, pull up and drop 'em to make 'em really feel me\n[01:14.91] Caught a body, I was just praying and hoping God forgive me\n[01:17.43] Plenty killings, bodies on bodies, they killin' plenty niggas\n[01:20.07] Flip a nigga, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us\n[01:22.65] Free the real (keep the rest), until them niggas free\n[01:25.22] Niggas really walking around with thoughts of killing me\n[01:27.72] Forgive 'em God, for they not know I keep my blick on me\n[01:30.18] Don't go nowhere without my pole, they can't get shit for free\n[01:32.99] Ayy, keep that shit on drive don't even park the car\n[01:35.70] Ayy, Remble he trippin', he goin' bar for bar\n[01:38.43] And they know I'ma finish, so they don't even start\n[01:40.76] And we came a long way from running fades at the park\n[01:43.36] Bitch, pull up with Glocks with long extensions on 'em\n[01:46.29] Yeah, hop out on opps and slaughter your opponent\n[01:48.52] Yeah, said you was a gangster and now you gotta show it\n[01:51.58] Yeah, one opp on burner and now you gotta blow it\n[01:53.68] No cap, it's Remble, but that's beside the point\n[01:56.26] Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder, can't see I'm a joint (shit)\n[01:59.33] Bitch, I'm with my best friends (they not tough)\n[02:01.33] XDs, Glocks, big mops, Deagles, and FNs\n[02:04.14] Shit, that's a stick on me\n[02:06.67] He used to walk you to the park, we finna get on him\n[02:09.55] Don't give a fuck if that's your big homie\n[02:11.89] Get extra points if you knockdown to somebody\n[02:14.58] Niggas talking 'bout \"They want me\", nigga come find me\n[02:16.93] How we just left a nigga block? Left him dumbfounded\n[02:19.66] Lights flashing everywhere, yeah, go 'round me\n[02:22.11] We pulled up at his momma's house 'cause he a homebody\n[02:24.97] How we just did him was just stupid\n[02:27.38] Slammed a nigga then went partying at Ruth's Chris\n[02:29.51] Ku Klux, hang a pussy nigga doing too much\n[02:32.27] All that dick riding you doing, need a new butt\n[02:34.70] Fuck all that atting me on Twitter, come out and shoot some\n[02:37.55] Niggas woofing, I love to drop a new opp\n[02:40.04] Catch him walking to his car, did him like 2Pac\n[02:42.65] I hang out with real killers, that's what you not\n[02:45.47] I'm tryna stuff hundreds of thousands up in shoe boxes\n[02:48.27] Stinc Team don't like it, what you gon' do about it?\n[02:50.64] Bitch, I beat life twice, I'ma two-timer, shoe shiner\n[02:53.67] Flick of the wrist, look I bought new diamonds\n[02:55.77] My lil' nigga wanna whack you, I got his shoe size\n[02:58.08] Tryna reach for my pieces, nigga, is you high?\n[03:00.93] With my record, I could never go to Dubai\n[03:03.23] He's never coming back and that's that\n[03:04.88] I said it two times, ooh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)\n[03:12.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ruth's Chris Freestyle\n  artist: Remble\n  album: Ruth's Chris Freestyle\n  duration_ms: 198000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: New bitches when I drop a new song\n  start_ms: 250\n  end_ms: 2890\n- text: Ruth's Chris after the homies drop a new opp (well done fellas)\n  start_ms: 2890\n  end_ms: 5620\n- text: New sticks for you if you want to pop off\n  start_ms: 5620\n  end_ms: 8080\n- text: I got a Ruger nigga, we ain't finna boo-bop (I don't fight)\n  start_ms: 8080\n  end_ms: 10230\n- text: (Viper)\n  start_ms: 10230\n  end_ms: 10880\n- text: If I see a enemy, then it's a shootout\n  start_ms: 10880\n  end_ms: 12850\n- text: You can throw your best punch, but it's best you don't (let's be smart)\n  start_ms: 12850\n  end_ms: 15730\n- 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(well done fellas)\n  New sticks for you if you want to pop off\n  I got a Ruger nigga, we ain't finna boo-bop (I don't fight)\n  (Viper)\n  If I see a enemy, then it's a shootout\n  You can throw your best punch, but it's best you don't (let's be smart)\n  You pull up looking for trouble, you get what you want\n  I know some niggas that will, but I know you won't\n\n  I know some niggas that kill, but I know you don't\n  I used to be in the field like I was Chris Jones\n  I could boss up your life, but it'll take a second\n  I could put you on shit that you ain't been on\n  I could put you in whips that you ain't been in (something new)\n  I could take you on rides you couldn't get on (come with me)\n  I was always the odd one, I didn't fit in (paid it off)\n  Now all the niggas that bled me, I'm finna shit on 'em\n\n  If I told you anything, just know I really meant it\n  I wanna rap about passing, but it's just been a minute\n  I wanna rap 'bout nine 'cause I ain't really did it\n  I tried to tell you my story but, you ain't really listen\n  The only time you was cookin' was when you in the kitchen\n  I was cookin' up everywhere tryna make the chicken\n  My mama told me, \"Watch the snakes\"\n  I didn't pay attention (I should've listened)\n  I had to pay the consequences because they fuckin' bit me, oh\n\n  And don't play with Remble because he got a gun (mart)\n  And don't play with Smokey because he got a semi\n  If we bounce out with choppas\n  I know they better run (get outta here, get outta here)\n  'Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty\n\n  Niggas silly, pull up and drop 'em to make 'em really feel me\n  Caught a body, I was just praying and hoping God forgive me\n  Plenty killings, bodies on bodies, they killin' plenty niggas\n  Flip a nigga, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us\n  Free the real (keep the rest), until them niggas free\n  Niggas really walking around with thoughts of killing me\n  Forgive 'em God, for they not know I keep my blick on me\n  Don't go nowhere without my pole, they can't get shit for free\n\n  Ayy, keep that shit on drive don't even park the car\n  Ayy, Remble he trippin', he goin' bar for bar\n  And they know I'ma finish, so they don't even start\n  And we came a long way from running fades at the park\n  Bitch, pull up with Glocks with long extensions on 'em\n  Yeah, hop out on opps and slaughter your opponent\n\n  Yeah, said you was a gangster and now you gotta show it\n  Yeah, one opp on burner and now you gotta blow it\n  No cap, it's Remble, but that's beside the point\n  Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder, can't see I'm a joint (shit)\n  Bitch, I'm with my best friends (they not tough)\n  XDs, Glocks, big mops, Deagles, and FNs\n\n  Shit, that's a stick on me\n  He used to walk you to the park, we finna get on him\n  Don't give a fuck if that's your big homie\n  Get extra points if you knockdown to somebody\n  Niggas talking 'bout \"They want me\", nigga come find me\n  How we just left a nigga block? Left him dumbfounded\n  Lights flashing everywhere, yeah, go 'round me\n  We pulled up at his momma's house 'cause he a homebody\n\n  How we just did him was just stupid\n  Slammed a nigga then went partying at Ruth's Chris\n  Ku Klux, hang a pussy nigga doing too much\n  All that dick riding you doing, need a new butt\n  Fuck all that atting me on Twitter, come out and shoot some\n  Niggas woofing, I love to drop a new opp\n  Catch him walking to his car, did him like 2Pac\n  I hang out with real killers, that's what you not\n\n  I'm tryna stuff hundreds of thousands up in shoe boxes\n  Stinc Team don't like it, what you gon' do about it?\n  Bitch, I beat life twice, I'ma two-timer, shoe shiner\n  Flick of the wrist, look I bought new diamonds\n  My lil' nigga wanna whack you, I got his shoe size\n  Tryna reach for my pieces, nigga, is you high?\n  With my record, I could never go to Dubai\n  He's never coming back and that's that\n  I said it two times, ooh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)\n"},{"id":9567784,"name":"Ruth's Chris Freestyle (feat. 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Left him dumbfounded\nLights flashing everywhere, yeah, go 'round me\nWe pulled up at his momma's house 'cause he a homebody\n\nHow we just did him was just stupid\nSlammed a nigga then went partying at Ruth's Chris\nKu Klux, hang a pussy nigga doing too much\nAll that dick riding you doing, need a new butt\nFuck all that atting me on Twitter, come out and shoot some\nNiggas woofing, I love to drop a new opp\nCatch him walking to his car, did him like 2Pac\nI hang out with real killers, that's what you not\n\nI'm tryna stuff hundreds of thousands up in shoe boxes\nStinc Team don't like it, what you gon' do about it?\nBitch, I beat life twice, I'ma two-timer, shoe shiner\nFlick of the wrist, look I bought new diamonds\nMy lil' nigga wanna whack you, I got his shoe size\nTryna reach for my pieces, nigga, is you high?\nWith my record, I could never go to Dubai\nHe's never coming back and that's that\nI said it two times, ooh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.25] New bitches when I drop a new song\n[00:02.89] Ruth's Chris after the homies drop a new opp (well done fellas)\n[00:05.62] New sticks for you if you want to pop off\n[00:08.08] I got a Ruger nigga, we ain't finna boo-bop (I don't fight)\n[00:10.23] (Viper)\n[00:10.88] If I see a enemy, then it's a shootout\n[00:12.85] You can throw your best punch, but it's best you don't (let's be smart)\n[00:15.73] You pull up looking for trouble, you get what you want\n[00:18.37] I know some niggas that will, but I know you won't\n[00:20.97] I know some niggas that kill, but I know you don't\n[00:23.45] I used to be in the field like I was Chris Jones\n[00:26.06] I could boss up your life, but it'll take a second\n[00:28.76] I could put you on shit that you ain't been on\n[00:31.15] I could put you in whips that you ain't been in (something new)\n[00:33.86] I could take you on rides you couldn't get on (come with me)\n[00:36.42] I was always the odd one, I didn't fit in (paid it off)\n[00:38.80] Now all the niggas that bled me, I'm finna shit on 'em\n[00:41.63] If I told you anything, just know I really meant it\n[00:43.95] I wanna rap about passing, but it's just been a minute\n[00:46.64] I wanna rap 'bout nine 'cause I ain't really did it\n[00:49.38] I tried to tell you my story but, you ain't really listen\n[00:51.73] The only time you was cookin' was when you in the kitchen\n[00:54.42] I was cookin' up everywhere tryna make the chicken\n[00:56.84] My mama told me, \"Watch the snakes\"\n[00:58.40] I didn't pay attention (I should've listened)\n[00:59.58] I had to pay the consequences because they fuckin' bit me, oh\n[01:02.47] And don't play with Remble because he got a gun (mart)\n[01:05.22] And don't play with Smokey because he got a semi\n[01:07.43] If we bounce out with choppas\n[01:08.52] I know they better run (get outta here, get outta here)\n[01:10.31] 'Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty\n[01:12.29] Niggas silly, pull up and drop 'em to make 'em really feel me\n[01:14.91] Caught a body, I was just praying and hoping God forgive me\n[01:17.43] Plenty killings, bodies on bodies, they killin' plenty niggas\n[01:20.07] Flip a nigga, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us\n[01:22.65] Free the real (keep the rest), until them niggas free\n[01:25.22] Niggas really walking around with thoughts of killing me\n[01:27.72] Forgive 'em God, for they not know I keep my blick on me\n[01:30.18] Don't go nowhere without my pole, they can't get shit for free\n[01:32.99] Ayy, keep that shit on drive don't even park the car\n[01:35.70] Ayy, Remble he trippin', he goin' bar for bar\n[01:38.43] And they know I'ma finish, so they don't even start\n[01:40.76] And we came a long way from running fades at the park\n[01:43.36] Bitch, pull up with Glocks with long extensions on 'em\n[01:46.29] Yeah, hop out on opps and slaughter your opponent\n[01:48.52] Yeah, said you was a gangster and now you gotta show it\n[01:51.58] Yeah, one opp on burner and now you gotta blow it\n[01:53.68] No cap, it's Remble, but that's beside the point\n[01:56.26] Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder, can't see I'm a joint (shit)\n[01:59.33] Bitch, I'm with my best friends (they not tough)\n[02:01.33] XDs, Glocks, big mops, Deagles, and FNs\n[02:04.14] Shit, that's a stick on me\n[02:06.67] He used to walk you to the park, we finna get on him\n[02:09.55] Don't give a fuck if that's your big homie\n[02:11.89] Get extra points if you knockdown to somebody\n[02:14.58] Niggas talking 'bout \"They want me\", nigga come find me\n[02:16.93] How we just left a nigga block? 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I tried to tell you my story but, you ain't really listen\n  The only time you was cookin' was when you in the kitchen\n  I was cookin' up everywhere tryna make the chicken\n  My mama told me, \"Watch the snakes\"\n  I didn't pay attention (I should've listened)\n  I had to pay the consequences because they fuckin' bit me, oh\n\n  And don't play with Remble because he got a gun (mart)\n  And don't play with Smokey because he got a semi\n  If we bounce out with choppas\n  I know they better run (get outta here, get outta here)\n  'Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty\n\n  Niggas silly, pull up and drop 'em to make 'em really feel me\n  Caught a body, I was just praying and hoping God forgive me\n  Plenty killings, bodies on bodies, they killin' plenty niggas\n  Flip a nigga, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us\n  Free the real (keep the rest), until them niggas free\n  Niggas really walking around with thoughts of killing me\n  Forgive 'em God, for they not 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Left him dumbfounded\n[02:19.67] Lights flashing everywhere, yeah, go 'round me\n[02:22.20] We pulled up at his momma's house 'cause he a homebody\n[02:24.91] How we just did him was just stupid\n[02:27.30] Slammed a nigga then went partying at Ruth's Chris\n[02:29.52] Ku Klux, hang a pussy nigga doing too much\n[02:32.29] All that dick riding you doing, need a new butt\n[02:34.76] Fuck all that atting me on Twitter, come out and shoot some\n[02:37.52] Niggas woofing, I love to drop a new opp\n[02:40.03] Catch him walking to his car, did him like 2Pac\n[02:42.65] I hang out with real killers, that's what you not\n[02:45.40] I'm tryna stuff hundreds of thousands up in shoe boxes\n[02:48.21] Stinc Team don't like it, what you gon' do about it?\n[02:50.64] Bitch, I beat life twice, I'ma two-timer, shoe shiner\n[02:53.60] Flick of the wrist, look I bought new diamonds\n[02:55.74] My lil' nigga wanna whack you, I got his shoe size\n[02:58.02] Tryna reach for my pieces, nigga, is you 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I tried to tell you my story but, you ain't really listen\n  The only time you was cookin' was when you in the kitchen\n  I was cookin' up everywhere tryna make the chicken\n  My mama told me, \"Watch the snakes\"\n  I didn't pay attention (I should've listened)\n  I had to pay the consequences because they fuckin' bit me, oh\n\n  And don't play with Remble because he got a gun (mart)\n  And don't play with Smokey because he got a semi\n  If we bounce out with choppas\n  I know they better run (get outta here, get outta here)\n  'Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty\n\n  Niggas silly, pull up and drop 'em to make 'em really feel me\n  Caught a body, I was just praying and hoping God forgive me\n  Plenty killings, bodies on bodies, they killin' plenty niggas\n  Flip a nigga, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us\n  Free the real (keep the rest), until them niggas free\n  Niggas really walking around with thoughts of killing me\n  Forgive 'em God, for they not 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