[{"id":9739345,"name":"The Invitation","trackName":"The Invitation","artistName":"Saigon","albumName":"The Greatest Story Never Told","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check, check, check\n\nAin't nothin' stoppin' this murder in this Metropolis\nI represent the poor and profitless corner monopolists\nThe pessimist outnumber the optimist on the block and it's\nCoppers that got binoculars 'cause I can feel them watchin' us\n(Feel 'em watchin' us) if only they knew what we had a pocket of\nThey probably swarm in without a warning pointin' Glocks at us\n\n(Get down) but this is gettin' us paid\nSo at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade\nCopping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade\nTo baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a raid\nMost of us would never get to the stage, when it's lawyers and bail\nHell we're happy to get sticked in the cage\n\nAnd it's crazy we be out here for days upon days\nMakin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze\nIt's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation\nThe party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n\nFishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop\nGreenhaven all day you don't stop\nHold it down in Rahway you don't stop\nYou gotta strive in Elmira you don't stop\nSullivan, Coxsackie you don't stop\nAll my peoples Auburn, you don't stop\nAnd last but not least for the sure shot\nIt's the abandoned nation\n\nTheresa baby daddy got a bad habit of smoking money up\nShe gettin' some stripper paper but saving up for a tummy tuck\nLittle man hungry as fuck, he only one-years-old\nBut knows he's unlucky and such\nAs he grows, he gets bitter, now he acts up in class\nHe curses his teachers out tellin' them they can kiss his ass\nSoon as he didn't pass, his mama whoopin' his ass\nHis pops is not around, the boy is block bound\n\n(Block bound) Not even 12-months later\nHe sucking on 40-ounces and pissing in elevators\nIdolizin' the guys with big rides that's gettin' the quick paper\nAnd now he despises the shit-taker\nHe 13 goin' on 26 and a half\nHis only dream was to have bricks and a stash\n\nPoppin' the clutch and hittin' the gas, so then he start dabblin'\nIn the coke game pitchin' for halves\nNow he sittin' in a cell with an unpeculiar bail\nHe happened to make a sale to an unfamiliar male\nWho was an undercover cop, his photo is at the station\nThe party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n\nBayview, San Quentin you don't stop\nNorth Branch, Connally you don't stop\nHuntsville, Buckingham, and you don't stop\nGreenville, James River you don't stop\n\nThe party is in the pen and the government is promotin' it\nThat's the reason I don't be believin' in all this votin' shit\nThey bring the coke in this bitch, ain't no poppy seeds\nIn the p's please, there's nothing but a whole lot of hopelessness\nThat's where all the focus is, makin' sure the blacks\nStay in the back the same place that uh, Scoliosis is\nHow can they lie with such compulsiveness, we just sit around\nActing like as if this is how we supposed to live\n\nFuck outta here, I can swear in 'bout a year\nI'll have these suckas explainin' why the hell they still got us here\nStill being treated like shit, still gettin' beat\nWith nightsticks, still attractin' heat in my six\nThat's why we ride, still drink Barcardi and the Gin\n'Cause whitey trying to invite me to the party in the pen\n\nA body will get your ass up in VIP\nAnd the burner will get you in without showing your ID\nThe coke that'll get you in especially if you cook it up\nYou RSVP to the party in the P\n-enitentiary Saigiddy, I am the truth\nI ain't one of these kids that lie to the youth, I'm living proof\n\nComstock in the house, it don't stop\nSing Sing, uh you don't stop\nAttica, come on, you don't stop\nAnd Attica, come on, you don't stop\nOut in Greenhaven, you don't stop\nAnd what it do Rahway, you don't stop\nOut west in Lompoc, you don't stop\nIs San Quentin in the house, and you don't stop\nOver in Ironwood, you don't stop\nWhat about Arrendale, you don't stop\nNorth Branch, do it up, you don't stop\nOver in Connelly, you don't stop\nSaigon the Yardfather, you don't stop\nJust Blaze on the beat, he keeps it hot\nAnd last but not least for the sure shot\nIt's the abandoned nation\n\nComstock's in the house, hands up (hands up)\nSing Sing's in the house, hands up (hands up)\nAttica's in the house, hands up (hands high)\nGreenhaven's in the house, hands up (to the sky)\nRahway's in the house, hands up (put 'em up)\nLompoc's in the house, hands up (keep 'em up)\nElmira's in the house hands up (hands high)\nSullivan's in the house hands up (put 'em up, put 'em up)","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.78] Check, check, check\n[00:11.36] Ain't nothin' stoppin' this murder in this Metropolis\n[00:13.97] I represent the poor and profitless corner monopolists\n[00:16.87] The pessimist outnumber the optimist on the block and it's\n[00:19.74] Coppers that got binoculars 'cause I can feel them watchin' us\n[00:22.70] (Feel 'em watchin' us) if only they knew what we had a pocket of\n[00:25.34] They probably swarm in without a warning pointin' Glocks at us\n[00:28.40] (Get down) but this is gettin' us paid\n[00:30.92] So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade\n[00:33.74] Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade\n[00:36.84] To baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a raid\n[00:39.65] Most of us would never get to the stage, when it's lawyers and bail\n[00:43.22] Hell we're happy to get sticked in the cage\n[00:45.17] And it's crazy we be out here for days upon days\n[00:48.28] Makin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze\n[00:51.16] It's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation\n[00:54.09] The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n[00:57.17] Fishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop\n[00:59.66] Greenhaven all day you don't stop\n[01:02.58] Hold it down in Rahway you don't stop\n[01:05.45] You gotta strive in Elmira you don't stop\n[01:08.43] Sullivan, Coxsackie you don't stop\n[01:11.52] All my peoples Auburn, you don't stop\n[01:14.19] And last but not least for the sure shot\n[01:16.98] It's the abandoned nation\n[01:19.65] Theresa baby daddy got a bad habit of smoking money up\n[01:22.76] She gettin' some stripper paper but saving up for a tummy tuck\n[01:26.16] Little man hungry as fuck, he only one-years-old\n[01:29.14] But knows he's unlucky and such\n[01:31.30] As he grows, he gets bitter, now he acts up in class\n[01:34.26] He curses his teachers out tellin' them they can kiss his ass\n[01:37.21] Soon as he didn't pass, his mama whoopin' his ass\n[01:40.17] His pops is not around, the boy is block bound\n[01:43.13] (Block bound) Not even 12-months later\n[01:46.09] He sucking on 40-ounces and pissing in elevators\n[01:48.81] Idolizin' the guys with big rides that's gettin' the quick paper\n[01:52.45] And now he despises the shit-taker\n[01:54.63] He 13 goin' on 26 and a half\n[01:57.61] His only dream was to have bricks and a stash\n[02:00.17] Poppin' the clutch and hittin' the gas, so then he start dabblin'\n[02:03.66] In the coke game pitchin' for halves\n[02:05.96] Now he sittin' in a cell with an unpeculiar bail\n[02:08.91] He happened to make a sale to an unfamiliar male\n[02:11.87] Who was an undercover cop, his photo is at the station\n[02:14.72] The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n[02:17.59] Bayview, San Quentin you don't stop\n[02:20.24] North Branch, Connally you don't stop\n[02:23.03] Huntsville, Buckingham, and you don't stop\n[02:25.97] Greenville, James River you don't stop\n[02:28.89] The party is in the pen and the government is promotin' it\n[02:32.00] That's the reason I don't be believin' in all this votin' shit\n[02:35.02] They bring the coke in this bitch, ain't no poppy seeds\n[02:37.83] In the p's please, there's nothing but a whole lot of hopelessness\n[02:40.82] That's where all the focus is, makin' sure the blacks\n[02:43.50] Stay in the back the same place that uh, Scoliosis is\n[02:46.49] How can they lie with such compulsiveness, we just sit around\n[02:49.77] Acting like as if this is how we supposed to live\n[02:52.16] Fuck outta here, I can swear in 'bout a year\n[02:54.84] I'll have these suckas explainin' why the hell they still got us here\n[02:58.21] Still being treated like shit, still gettin' beat\n[03:00.88] With nightsticks, still attractin' heat in my six\n[03:03.32] That's why we ride, still drink Barcardi and the Gin\n[03:06.32] 'Cause whitey trying to invite me to the party in the pen\n[03:09.24] A body will get your ass up in VIP\n[03:11.94] And the burner will get you in without showing your ID\n[03:15.01] The coke that'll get you in especially if you cook it up\n[03:18.16] You RSVP to the party in the P\n[03:20.79] -enitentiary Saigiddy, I am the truth\n[03:23.53] I ain't one of these kids that lie to the youth, I'm living proof\n[03:26.36] Comstock in the house, it don't stop\n[03:29.16] Sing Sing, uh you don't stop\n[03:32.19] Attica, come on, you don't stop\n[03:35.13] And Attica, come on, you don't stop\n[03:37.76] Out in Greenhaven, you don't stop\n[03:40.68] And what it do Rahway, you don't stop\n[03:43.55] Out west in Lompoc, you don't stop\n[03:46.37] Is San Quentin in the house, and you don't stop\n[03:49.31] Over in Ironwood, you don't stop\n[03:52.27] What about Arrendale, you don't stop\n[03:55.13] North Branch, do it up, you don't stop\n[03:57.91] Over in Connelly, you don't stop\n[04:00.88] Saigon the Yardfather, you don't stop\n[04:03.85] Just Blaze on the beat, he keeps it hot\n[04:06.72] And last but not least for the sure shot\n[04:09.60] It's the abandoned nation\n[04:12.56] Comstock's in the house, hands up (hands up)\n[04:15.32] Sing Sing's in the house, hands up (hands up)\n[04:18.28] Attica's in the house, hands up (hands high)\n[04:21.01] Greenhaven's in the house, hands up (to the sky)\n[04:24.07] Rahway's in the house, hands up (put 'em up)\n[04:26.88] Lompoc's in the house, hands up (keep 'em up)\n[04:29.70] Elmira's in the house hands up (hands high)\n[04:32.68] Sullivan's in the house hands up (put 'em up, put 'em up)\n[04:35.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Invitation\n  artist: Saigon\n  album: The Greatest Story Never Told\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Check, check, check\n  start_ms: 7780\n  end_ms: 11360\n- text: Ain't nothin' stoppin' this murder in this Metropolis\n  start_ms: 11360\n  end_ms: 13970\n- text: I represent the poor and profitless corner monopolists\n  start_ms: 13970\n  end_ms: 16870\n- text: The pessimist outnumber the optimist on the block and it's\n  start_ms: 16870\n  end_ms: 19740\n- text: Coppers that got binoculars 'cause I can feel them watchin' us\n  start_ms: 19740\n  end_ms: 22700\n- text: (Feel 'em watchin' us) if only they knew what we 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days\n  Makin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze\n  It's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation\n  The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n\n  Fishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop\n  Greenhaven all day you don't stop\n  Hold it down in Rahway you don't stop\n  You gotta strive in Elmira you don't stop\n  Sullivan, Coxsackie you don't stop\n  All my peoples Auburn, you don't stop\n  And last but not least for the sure shot\n  It's the abandoned nation\n\n  Theresa baby daddy got a bad habit of smoking money up\n  She gettin' some stripper paper but saving up for a tummy tuck\n  Little man hungry as fuck, he only one-years-old\n  But knows he's unlucky and such\n  As he grows, he gets bitter, now he acts up in class\n  He curses his teachers out tellin' them they can kiss his ass\n  Soon as he didn't pass, his mama whoopin' his ass\n  His pops is not around, the boy is block bound\n\n  (Block bound) Not even 12-months later\n  He sucking on 40-ounces and pissing in elevators\n  Idolizin' the guys with big rides that's gettin' the quick paper\n  And now he despises the shit-taker\n  He 13 goin' on 26 and a half\n  His only dream was to have bricks and a stash\n\n  Poppin' the clutch and hittin' the gas, so then he start dabblin'\n  In the coke game pitchin' for halves\n  Now he sittin' in a cell with an unpeculiar bail\n  He happened to make a sale to an unfamiliar male\n  Who was an undercover cop, his photo is at the station\n  The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n\n  Bayview, San Quentin you don't stop\n  North Branch, Connally you don't stop\n  Huntsville, Buckingham, and you don't stop\n  Greenville, James River you don't stop\n\n  The party is in the pen and the government is promotin' it\n  That's the reason I don't be believin' in all this votin' shit\n  They bring the coke in this bitch, ain't no poppy seeds\n  In the p's please, there's nothing but a whole lot of hopelessness\n  That's where all the focus is, makin' sure the blacks\n  Stay in the back the same place that uh, Scoliosis is\n  How can they lie with such compulsiveness, we just sit around\n  Acting like as if this is how we supposed to live\n\n  Fuck outta here, I can swear in 'bout a year\n  I'll have these suckas explainin' why the hell they still got us here\n  Still being treated like shit, still gettin' beat\n  With nightsticks, still attractin' heat in my six\n  That's why we ride, still drink Barcardi and the Gin\n  'Cause whitey trying to invite me to the party in the pen\n\n  A body will get your ass up in VIP\n  And the burner will get you in without showing your ID\n  The coke that'll get you in especially if you cook it up\n  You RSVP to the party in the P\n  -enitentiary Saigiddy, I am the truth\n  I ain't one of these kids that lie to the youth, I'm living proof\n\n  Comstock in the house, it don't stop\n  Sing Sing, uh you don't stop\n  Attica, come on, you don't stop\n  And Attica, come on, you 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and profitless corner monopolists\n  The pessimist outnumber the optimist on the block and it's\n  Coppers that got binoculars 'cause I can feel them watchin' us\n  (Feel 'em watchin' us) if only they knew what we had a pocket of\n  They probably swarm in without a warning pointin' Glocks at us\n\n  (Get down) but this is gettin' us paid\n  So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade\n  Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade\n  To baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a raid\n  Most of us would never get to the stage, when it's lawyers and bail\n  Hell we're happy to get sticked in the cage\n\n  And it's crazy we be out here for days upon days\n  Makin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze\n  It's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation\n  The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n\n  Fishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop\n  Greenhaven all day you don't stop\n  Hold it down in Rahway you don't stop\n  You gotta strive in Elmira you don't stop\n  Sullivan, Coxsackie you don't stop\n  All my peoples Auburn, you don't stop\n  And last but not least for the sure shot\n  It's the abandoned nation\n\n  Theresa baby daddy got a bad habit of smoking money up\n  She gettin' some stripper paper but saving up for a tummy tuck\n  Little man hungry as fuck, he only one-years-old\n  But knows he's unlucky and such\n  As he grows, he gets bitter, now he acts up in class\n  He curses his teachers out tellin' them they can kiss his ass\n  Soon as he didn't pass, his mama whoopin' his ass\n  His pops is not around, the boy is block bound\n\n  (Block bound) Not even 12-months later\n  He sucking on 40-ounces and pissing in elevators\n  Idolizin' the guys with big rides that's gettin' the quick paper\n  And now he despises the shit-taker\n  He 13 goin' on 26 and a half\n  His only dream was to have bricks and a stash\n\n  Poppin' the clutch and hittin' the gas, so then he start dabblin'\n  In the coke game 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they still got us here\n  Still being treated like shit, still gettin' beat\n  With nightsticks, still attractin' heat in my six\n  That's why we ride, still drink Barcardi and the Gin\n  'Cause whitey trying to invite me to the party in the pen\n\n  A body will get your ass up in VIP\n  And the burner will get you in without showing your ID\n  The coke that'll get you in especially if you cook it up\n  You RSVP to the party in the P\n  -enitentiary Saigiddy, I am the truth\n  I ain't one of these kids that lie to the youth, I'm living proof\n\n  Comstock in the house, it don't stop\n  Sing Sing, uh you don't stop\n  Attica, come on, you don't stop\n  And Attica, come on, you don't stop\n  Out in Greenhaven, you don't stop\n  And what it do Rahway, you don't stop\n  Out west in Lompoc, you don't stop\n  Is San Quentin in the house, and you don't stop\n  Over in Ironwood, you don't stop\n  What about Arrendale, you don't stop\n  North Branch, do it up, you don't stop\n  Over in 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us\n[00:22.70] (Feel 'em watchin' us) if only they knew what we had a pocket of\n[00:25.34] They probably swarm in without a warning pointin' Glocks at us\n[00:28.40] (Get down) but this is gettin' us paid\n[00:30.92] So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade\n[00:33.74] Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade\n[00:36.84] To baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a raid\n[00:39.65] Most of us would never get to the stage, when it's lawyers and bail\n[00:43.22] Hell we're happy to get sticked in the cage\n[00:45.17] And it's crazy we be out here for days upon days\n[00:48.28] Makin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze\n[00:51.16] It's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation\n[00:54.09] The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n[00:57.17] Fishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop\n[00:59.66] Greenhaven all day you don't stop\n[01:02.58] Hold it down in Rahway you don't stop\n[01:05.45] You gotta strive in 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corner monopolists\n  The pessimist outnumber the optimist on the block and it's\n  Coppers that got binoculars 'cause I can feel them watchin' us\n  (Feel 'em watchin' us) if only they knew what we had a pocket of\n  They probably swarm in without a warning pointin' Glocks at us\n\n  (Get down) but this is gettin' us paid\n  So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade\n  Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade\n  To baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a raid\n  Most of us would never get to the stage, when it's lawyers and bail\n  Hell we're happy to get sticked in the cage\n\n  And it's crazy we be out here for days upon days\n  Makin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze\n  It's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation\n  The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n\n  Fishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop\n  Greenhaven all day you don't stop\n  Hold it down in Rahway you don't stop\n  You gotta strive 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feel them watchin' us\n[00:22.70] (Feel 'em watchin' us) if only they knew what we had a pocket of\n[00:25.34] They probably swarm in without a warning pointin' Glocks at us\n[00:28.40] (Get down) but this is gettin' us paid\n[00:30.92] So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade\n[00:33.74] Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade\n[00:36.84] To baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a raid\n[00:39.65] Most of us would never get to the stage, when it's lawyers and bail\n[00:43.22] Hell we're happy to get sticked in the cage\n[00:45.17] And it's crazy we be out here for days upon days\n[00:48.28] Makin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze\n[00:51.16] It's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation\n[00:54.09] The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n[00:57.17] Fishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop\n[00:59.66] Greenhaven all day you don't stop\n[01:02.58] Hold it down in Rahway you don't stop\n[01:05.45] You gotta strive in Elmira you don't stop\n[01:08.43] Sullivan, Coxsackie you don't stop\n[01:11.52] All my peoples Auburn, you don't stop\n[01:14.19] And last but not least for the sure shot\n[01:16.98] It's the abandoned nation\n[01:19.65] Theresa baby daddy got a bad habit of smoking money up\n[01:22.76] She gettin' some stripper paper but saving up for a tummy tuck\n[01:26.16] Little man hungry as fuck, he only one-years-old\n[01:29.14] But knows he's unlucky and such\n[01:31.30] As he grows, he gets bitter, now he acts up in class\n[01:34.26] He curses his teachers out tellin' them they can kiss his ass\n[01:37.21] Soon as he didn't pass, his mama whoopin' his ass\n[01:40.17] His pops is not around, the boy is block bound\n[01:43.13] (Block bound) Not even 12-months later\n[01:46.09] He sucking on 40-ounces and pissing in elevators\n[01:48.81] Idolizin' the guys with big rides that's gettin' the quick paper\n[01:52.45] And now he despises the shit-taker\n[01:54.63] He 13 goin' on 26 and a half\n[01:57.61] His only dream was to have bricks and a stash\n[02:00.17] Poppin' the clutch and hittin' the gas, so then he start dabblin'\n[02:03.66] In the coke game pitchin' for halves\n[02:05.96] Now he sittin' in a cell with an unpeculiar bail\n[02:08.91] He happened to make a sale to an unfamiliar male\n[02:11.87] Who was an undercover cop, his photo is at the station\n[02:14.72] The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n[02:17.59] Bayview, San Quentin you don't stop\n[02:20.24] North Branch, Connally you don't stop\n[02:23.03] Huntsville, Buckingham, and you don't stop\n[02:25.97] Greenville, James River you don't stop\n[02:28.89] The party is in the pen and the government is promotin' it\n[02:32.00] That's the reason I don't be believin' in all this votin' shit\n[02:35.02] They bring the coke in this bitch, ain't no poppy seeds\n[02:37.83] In the p's please, there's nothing but a whole lot of hopelessness\n[02:40.82] That's where all the focus is, makin' 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you don't stop\nWhat about Arrendale, you don't stop\nNorth Branch, do it up, you don't stop\nOver in Connelly, you don't stop\nSaigon the Yardfather, you don't stop\nJust Blaze on the beat, he keeps it hot\nAnd last but not least for the sure shot\nIt's the abandoned nation\n\nComstock's in the house, hands up (hands up)\nSing Sing's in the house, hands up (hands up)\nAttica's in the house, hands up (hands high)\nGreenhaven's in the house, hands up (to the sky)\nRahway's in the house, hands up (put 'em up)\nLompoc's in the house, hands up (keep 'em up)\nElmira's in the house hands up (hands high)\nSullivan's in the house hands up (put 'em up, put 'em up)","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.78] Check, check, check\n[00:11.36] Ain't nothin' stoppin' this murder in this Metropolis\n[00:13.97] I represent the poor and profitless corner monopolists\n[00:16.87] The pessimist outnumber the optimist on the block and it's\n[00:19.74] Coppers that got binoculars 'cause I can feel them watchin' us\n[00:22.70] (Feel 'em watchin' us) if only they knew what we had a pocket of\n[00:25.34] They probably swarm in without a warning pointin' Glocks at us\n[00:28.40] (Get down) but this is gettin' us paid\n[00:30.92] So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade\n[00:33.74] Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade\n[00:36.84] To baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a raid\n[00:39.65] Most of us would never get to the stage, when it's lawyers and bail\n[00:43.22] Hell we're happy to get sticked in the cage\n[00:45.17] And it's crazy we be out here for days upon days\n[00:48.28] Makin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze\n[00:51.16] It's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation\n[00:54.09] The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n[00:57.17] Fishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop\n[00:59.66] Greenhaven all day you don't stop\n[01:02.58] Hold it down in Rahway you don't stop\n[01:05.45] You gotta strive in Elmira you don't stop\n[01:08.43] Sullivan, Coxsackie you don't stop\n[01:11.52] All my peoples Auburn, you don't stop\n[01:14.19] And last but not least for the sure shot\n[01:16.98] It's the abandoned nation\n[01:19.65] Theresa baby daddy got a bad habit of smoking money up\n[01:22.76] She gettin' some stripper paper but saving up for a tummy tuck\n[01:26.16] Little man hungry as fuck, he only one-years-old\n[01:29.14] But knows he's unlucky and such\n[01:31.30] As he grows, he gets bitter, now he acts up in class\n[01:34.26] He curses his teachers out tellin' them they can kiss his ass\n[01:37.21] Soon as he didn't pass, his mama whoopin' his ass\n[01:40.17] His pops is not around, the boy is block bound\n[01:43.13] (Block bound) Not even 12-months later\n[01:46.09] He sucking on 40-ounces and pissing in elevators\n[01:48.81] Idolizin' the guys with big rides that's gettin' the quick paper\n[01:52.45] And now he despises the shit-taker\n[01:54.63] He 13 goin' on 26 and a half\n[01:57.61] His only dream was to have bricks and a stash\n[02:00.17] Poppin' the clutch and hittin' the gas, so then he start dabblin'\n[02:03.66] In the coke game pitchin' for halves\n[02:05.96] Now he sittin' in a cell with an unpeculiar bail\n[02:08.91] He happened to make a sale to an unfamiliar male\n[02:11.87] Who was an undercover cop, his photo is at the station\n[02:14.72] The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n[02:17.59] Bayview, San Quentin you don't stop\n[02:20.24] North Branch, Connally you don't stop\n[02:23.03] Huntsville, Buckingham, and you don't stop\n[02:25.97] Greenville, James River you don't stop\n[02:28.89] The party is in the pen and the government is promotin' it\n[02:32.00] That's the reason I don't be believin' in all this votin' shit\n[02:35.02] They bring the coke in this bitch, ain't no poppy seeds\n[02:37.83] In the p's please, there's nothing but a whole lot of hopelessness\n[02:40.82] That's where all the focus is, makin' sure the blacks\n[02:43.50] Stay in the back the same place that uh, Scoliosis is\n[02:46.49] How can they lie with such compulsiveness, we just sit around\n[02:49.77] Acting like as if this is how we supposed to live\n[02:52.16] Fuck outta here, I can swear in 'bout a year\n[02:54.84] I'll have these suckas explainin' why the hell they still got us here\n[02:58.21] Still being treated like shit, still gettin' beat\n[03:00.88] With nightsticks, still attractin' heat in my six\n[03:03.32] That's why we ride, still drink Barcardi and the Gin\n[03:06.32] 'Cause whitey trying to invite me to the party in the pen\n[03:09.24] A body will get your ass up in VIP\n[03:11.94] And the burner will get you in without showing your ID\n[03:15.01] The coke that'll get you in especially if you cook it up\n[03:18.16] You RSVP to the party in the P\n[03:20.79] -enitentiary Saigiddy, I am the truth\n[03:23.53] I ain't one of these kids that lie to the youth, I'm living proof\n[03:26.36] Comstock in the house, 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it's\nCoppers that got binoculars 'cause I can feel them watchin' us\n(Feel 'em watchin' us) if only they knew what we had a pocket of\nThey probably swarm in without a warning pointin' Glocks at us\n\n(Get down) but this is gettin' us paid\nSo at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade\nCopping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade\nTo baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a raid\nMost of us would never get to the stage, when it's lawyers and bail\nHell we're happy to get sticked in the cage\n\nAnd it's crazy we be out here for days upon days\nMakin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze\nIt's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation\nThe party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n\nFishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop\nGreenhaven all day you don't stop\nHold it down in Rahway you don't stop\nYou gotta strive in Elmira you don't stop\nSullivan, Coxsackie you don't stop\nAll my peoples Auburn, you don't stop\nAnd last 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at the station\nThe party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n\nBayview, San Quentin you don't stop\nNorth Branch, Connally you don't stop\nHuntsville, Buckingham, and you don't stop\nGreenville, James River you don't stop\n\nThe party is in the pen and the government is promotin' it\nThat's the reason I don't be believin' in all this votin' shit\nThey bring the coke in this bitch, ain't no poppy seeds\nIn the p's please, there's nothing but a whole lot of hopelessness\nThat's where all the focus is, makin' sure the blacks\nStay in the back the same place that uh, Scoliosis is\nHow can they lie with such compulsiveness, we just sit around\nActing like as if this is how we supposed to live\n\nFuck outta here, I can swear in 'bout a year\nI'll have these suckas explainin' why the hell they still got us here\nStill being treated like shit, still gettin' beat\nWith nightsticks, still attractin' heat in my six\nThat's why we ride, still drink Barcardi and the Gin\n'Cause whitey trying to invite me to the party in the pen\n\nA body will get your ass up in VIP\nAnd the burner will get you in without showing your ID\nThe coke that'll get you in especially if you cook it up\nYou RSVP to the party in the P\n-enitentiary Saigiddy, I am the truth\nI ain't one of these kids that lie to the youth, I'm living proof\n\nComstock in the house, it don't stop\nSing Sing, uh you don't stop\nAttica, come on, you don't stop\nAnd Attica, come on, you don't stop\nOut in Greenhaven, you don't stop\nAnd what it do Rahway, you don't stop\nOut west in Lompoc, you don't stop\nIs San Quentin in the house, and you don't stop\nOver in Ironwood, you don't stop\nWhat about Arrendale, you don't stop\nNorth Branch, do it up, you don't stop\nOver in Connelly, you don't stop\nSaigon the Yardfather, you don't stop\nJust Blaze on the beat, he keeps it hot\nAnd last but not least for the sure shot\nIt's the abandoned nation\n\nComstock's in the house, hands up (hands up)\nSing Sing's in the house, hands up (hands up)\nAttica's in the house, hands up (hands high)\nGreenhaven's in the house, hands up (to the sky)\nRahway's in the house, hands up (put 'em up)\nLompoc's in the house, hands up (keep 'em up)\nElmira's in the house hands up (hands high)\nSullivan's in the house hands up (put 'em up, put 'em up)","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.78] Check, check, check\n[00:11.36] Ain't nothin' stoppin' this murder in this Metropolis\n[00:13.97] I represent the poor and profitless corner monopolists\n[00:16.87] The pessimist outnumber the optimist on the block and it's\n[00:19.74] Coppers that got binoculars 'cause I can feel them watchin' us\n[00:22.70] (Feel 'em watchin' us) if only they knew what we had a pocket of\n[00:25.34] They probably swarm in without a warning pointin' Glocks at us\n[00:28.40] (Get down) but this is gettin' us paid\n[00:30.92] So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade\n[00:33.74] Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade\n[00:36.84] To baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a raid\n[00:39.65] Most of us would never get to the stage, when it's lawyers and bail\n[00:43.22] Hell we're happy to get sticked in the cage\n[00:45.17] And it's crazy we be out here for days upon days\n[00:48.28] Makin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze\n[00:51.16] It's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation\n[00:54.09] The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n[00:57.17] Fishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop\n[00:59.66] Greenhaven all day you don't stop\n[01:02.58] Hold it down in Rahway you don't stop\n[01:05.45] You gotta strive in Elmira you don't stop\n[01:08.43] Sullivan, Coxsackie you don't stop\n[01:11.52] All my peoples Auburn, you don't stop\n[01:14.19] And last but not least for the sure shot\n[01:16.98] It's the abandoned nation\n[01:19.65] Theresa baby daddy got a bad habit of smoking money up\n[01:22.76] She gettin' some stripper paper but saving up for a tummy tuck\n[01:26.16] Little man hungry as fuck, he only one-years-old\n[01:29.14] But knows he's unlucky and such\n[01:31.30] As he grows, he gets bitter, now he acts up in class\n[01:34.26] He curses his teachers out tellin' them they can kiss his ass\n[01:37.21] Soon as he didn't pass, his mama whoopin' his ass\n[01:40.17] His pops is not around, the boy is block bound\n[01:43.13] (Block bound) Not even 12-months later\n[01:46.09] He sucking on 40-ounces and pissing in elevators\n[01:48.81] Idolizin' the guys with big rides that's gettin' the quick paper\n[01:52.45] And now he despises the shit-taker\n[01:54.63] He 13 goin' on 26 and a half\n[01:57.61] His only dream was to have bricks and a stash\n[02:00.17] Poppin' the clutch and hittin' the gas, so then he start dabblin'\n[02:03.66] In the coke game pitchin' for halves\n[02:05.96] Now he sittin' in a cell with an unpeculiar bail\n[02:08.91] He happened to make a sale to an unfamiliar male\n[02:11.87] Who was an undercover cop, his photo is at the station\n[02:14.72] The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n[02:17.59] Bayview, San Quentin you don't stop\n[02:20.24] North Branch, Connally you don't stop\n[02:23.03] Huntsville, Buckingham, and you don't stop\n[02:25.97] Greenville, James River you don't stop\n[02:28.89] The party is in the pen and the government is promotin' it\n[02:32.00] That's the reason I don't be believin' in all this votin' shit\n[02:35.02] They bring the coke in this bitch, ain't no poppy seeds\n[02:37.83] In the p's please, there's nothing but a whole lot of hopelessness\n[02:40.82] That's where all the focus is, makin' sure the blacks\n[02:43.50] Stay in the back the same place that uh, Scoliosis is\n[02:46.49] How can they lie with such compulsiveness, we just sit around\n[02:49.77] Acting like as if this is how we supposed to live\n[02:52.16] Fuck outta here, I can swear in 'bout a year\n[02:54.84] I'll have these suckas explainin' why the hell they still got us here\n[02:58.21] Still being treated like shit, still gettin' beat\n[03:00.88] With nightsticks, still attractin' heat in my six\n[03:03.32] That's why we ride, still drink Barcardi and the Gin\n[03:06.32] 'Cause whitey trying to invite me to the party in the pen\n[03:09.24] A body will get your ass up in VIP\n[03:11.94] And the burner will get you in without showing your ID\n[03:15.01] The coke that'll get you in especially if you cook it up\n[03:18.16] You RSVP to the party in the P\n[03:20.79] -enitentiary Saigiddy, I am the truth\n[03:23.53] I ain't one of these kids that lie to the youth, I'm living proof\n[03:26.36] Comstock in the house, it don't stop\n[03:29.16] Sing Sing, uh you don't stop\n[03:32.19] Attica, come on, you don't stop\n[03:35.13] And Attica, come on, you don't stop\n[03:37.76] Out in Greenhaven, you don't stop\n[03:40.68] And what it do Rahway, you don't stop\n[03:43.55] Out west in Lompoc, you don't stop\n[03:46.37] Is San Quentin in the house, and you don't 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the optimist on the block and it's\n  Coppers that got binoculars 'cause I can feel them watchin' us\n  (Feel 'em watchin' us) if only they knew what we had a pocket of\n  They probably swarm in without a warning pointin' Glocks at us\n\n  (Get down) but this is gettin' us paid\n  So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade\n  Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade\n  To baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a raid\n  Most of us would never get to the stage, when it's lawyers and bail\n  Hell we're happy to get sticked in the cage\n\n  And it's crazy we be out here for days upon days\n  Makin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze\n  It's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation\n  The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n\n  Fishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop\n  Greenhaven all day you don't stop\n  Hold it down in Rahway you don't stop\n  You gotta strive in Elmira you don't stop\n  Sullivan, Coxsackie you don't stop\n  All my peoples Auburn, you don't stop\n  And last but not least for the sure shot\n  It's the abandoned nation\n\n  Theresa baby daddy got a bad habit of smoking money up\n  She gettin' some stripper paper but saving up for a tummy tuck\n  Little man hungry as fuck, he only one-years-old\n  But knows he's unlucky and such\n  As he grows, he gets bitter, now he acts up in class\n  He curses his teachers out tellin' them they can kiss his ass\n  Soon as he didn't pass, his mama whoopin' his ass\n  His pops is not around, the boy is block bound\n\n  (Block bound) Not even 12-months later\n  He sucking on 40-ounces and pissing in elevators\n  Idolizin' the guys with big rides that's gettin' the quick paper\n  And now he despises the shit-taker\n  He 13 goin' on 26 and a half\n  His only dream was to have bricks and a stash\n\n  Poppin' the clutch and hittin' the gas, so then he start dabblin'\n  In the coke game pitchin' for halves\n  Now he sittin' in a cell with an 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Now he sittin' in a cell with an unpeculiar bail\n  start_ms: 125960\n  end_ms: 128910\n- text: He happened to make a sale to an unfamiliar male\n  start_ms: 128910\n  end_ms: 131870\n- text: Who was an undercover cop, his photo is at the station\n  start_ms: 131870\n  end_ms: 134720\n- text: The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n  start_ms: 134720\n  end_ms: 137590\n- text: Bayview, San Quentin you don't stop\n  start_ms: 137590\n  end_ms: 140240\n- text: North Branch, Connally you don't stop\n  start_ms: 140240\n  end_ms: 143030\n- text: Huntsville, Buckingham, and you don't stop\n  start_ms: 143030\n  end_ms: 145970\n- text: Greenville, James River you don't stop\n  start_ms: 145970\n  end_ms: 148890\n- text: The party is in the pen and the government is promotin' it\n  start_ms: 148890\n  end_ms: 152000\n- text: That's the reason I don't be believin' in all this votin' shit\n  start_ms: 152000\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: They bring the coke in this bitch, ain't no poppy seeds\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 157830\n- text: In the p's please, there's nothing but a whole lot of hopelessness\n  start_ms: 157830\n  end_ms: 160820\n- text: That's where all the focus is, makin' sure the blacks\n  start_ms: 160820\n  end_ms: 163500\n- text: Stay in the back the same place that uh, Scoliosis is\n  start_ms: 163500\n  end_ms: 166490\n- text: How can they lie with such compulsiveness, we just sit around\n  start_ms: 166490\n  end_ms: 169770\n- text: Acting like as if this is how we supposed to live\n  start_ms: 169770\n  end_ms: 172160\n- text: Fuck outta here, I can swear in 'bout a year\n  start_ms: 172160\n  end_ms: 174840\n- text: I'll have these suckas explainin' why the hell they still got us here\n  start_ms: 174840\n  end_ms: 178210\n- text: Still being treated like shit, still gettin' beat\n  start_ms: 178210\n  end_ms: 180880\n- text: With nightsticks, still attractin' heat in my six\n  start_ms: 180880\n  end_ms: 183320\n- text: That's why we ride, still drink Barcardi and the Gin\n  start_ms: 183320\n  end_ms: 186320\n- text: '''Cause whitey trying to invite me to the party in the pen'\n  start_ms: 186320\n  end_ms: 189240\n- text: A body will get your ass up in VIP\n  start_ms: 189240\n  end_ms: 191940\n- text: And the burner will get you in without showing your ID\n  start_ms: 191940\n  end_ms: 195010\n- text: The coke that'll get you in especially if you cook it up\n  start_ms: 195010\n  end_ms: 198160\n- text: You RSVP to the party in the P\n  start_ms: 198160\n  end_ms: 200790\n- text: -Enitentiary Saigiddy, I am the truth\n  start_ms: 200790\n  end_ms: 203530\n- text: I ain't one of these kids that lie to the youth, I'm living proof\n  start_ms: 203530\n  end_ms: 206360\n- text: Comstock in the house, it don't stop\n  start_ms: 206360\n  end_ms: 209160\n- text: Sing Sing, uh you don't stop\n  start_ms: 209160\n  end_ms: 212190\n- text: Attica, come on, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 212190\n  end_ms: 215130\n- text: And Attica, come on, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 215130\n  end_ms: 217760\n- text: Out in Greenhaven, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 217760\n  end_ms: 220680\n- text: And what it do Rahway, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 220680\n  end_ms: 223550\n- text: Out west in Lompoc, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 223550\n  end_ms: 226370\n- text: Is San Quentin in the house, and you don't stop\n  start_ms: 226370\n  end_ms: 229310\n- text: Over in Ironwood, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 229310\n  end_ms: 232270\n- text: What about Arrendale, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 232270\n  end_ms: 235130\n- text: North Branch, do it up, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 235130\n  end_ms: 237910\n- text: Over in Connelly, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 237910\n  end_ms: 240880\n- text: Saigon the Yardfather, you don't stop\n  start_ms: 240880\n  end_ms: 243850\n- text: Just Blaze on the beat, he keeps it hot\n  start_ms: 243850\n  end_ms: 246720\n- text: And last but not least for the sure shot\n  start_ms: 246720\n  end_ms: 249600\n- text: It's the abandoned nation\n  start_ms: 249600\n  end_ms: 252560\n- text: Comstock's in the house, hands up (hands up)\n  start_ms: 252560\n  end_ms: 255320\n- text: Sing Sing's in the house, hands up (hands up)\n  start_ms: 255320\n  end_ms: 258280\n- text: Attica's in the house, hands up (hands high)\n  start_ms: 258280\n  end_ms: 261010\n- text: Greenhaven's in the house, hands up (to the sky)\n  start_ms: 261010\n  end_ms: 264070\n- text: Rahway's in the house, hands up (put 'em up)\n  start_ms: 264070\n  end_ms: 266880\n- text: Lompoc's in the house, hands up (keep 'em up)\n  start_ms: 266880\n  end_ms: 269700\n- text: Elmira's in the house hands up (hands high)\n  start_ms: 269700\n  end_ms: 272680\n- text: Sullivan's in the house hands up (put 'em up, put 'em up)\n  start_ms: 272680\n  end_ms: 275710\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 275710\nplain: |-\n  Check, check, check\n\n  Ain't nothin' stoppin' this murder in this Metropolis\n  I represent the poor and profitless corner monopolists\n  The pessimist outnumber the optimist on the block and it's\n  Coppers that got binoculars 'cause I can feel them watchin' us\n  (Feel 'em watchin' us) if only they knew what we had a pocket of\n  They probably swarm in without a warning pointin' Glocks at us\n\n  (Get down) but this is gettin' us paid\n  So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade\n  Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade\n  To baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a raid\n  Most of us would never get to the stage, when it's lawyers and bail\n  Hell we're happy to get sticked in the cage\n\n  And it's crazy we be out here for days upon days\n  Makin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze\n  It's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation\n  The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n\n  Fishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop\n  Greenhaven all day you don't stop\n  Hold it down in Rahway you don't stop\n  You gotta strive in Elmira you don't stop\n  Sullivan, Coxsackie you don't stop\n  All my peoples Auburn, you don't stop\n  And last but not least for the sure shot\n  It's the abandoned nation\n\n  Theresa baby daddy got a bad habit of smoking money up\n  She gettin' some stripper paper but saving up for a tummy tuck\n  Little man hungry as fuck, he only one-years-old\n  But knows he's unlucky and such\n  As he grows, he gets bitter, now he acts up in class\n  He curses his teachers out tellin' them they can kiss his ass\n  Soon as he didn't pass, his mama whoopin' his ass\n  His pops is not around, the boy is block bound\n\n  (Block bound) Not even 12-months later\n  He sucking on 40-ounces and pissing in elevators\n  Idolizin' the guys with big rides that's gettin' the quick paper\n  And now he despises the shit-taker\n  He 13 goin' on 26 and a half\n  His only dream was to have bricks and a stash\n\n  Poppin' the clutch and hittin' the gas, so then he start dabblin'\n  In the coke game pitchin' for halves\n  Now he sittin' in a cell with an unpeculiar bail\n  He happened to make a sale to an unfamiliar male\n  Who was an undercover cop, his photo is at the station\n  The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation\n\n  Bayview, San Quentin you don't stop\n  North Branch, Connally you don't stop\n  Huntsville, Buckingham, and you don't stop\n  Greenville, James River you don't stop\n\n  The party is in the pen and the government is promotin' it\n  That's the reason I don't be believin' in all this votin' shit\n  They bring the coke in this bitch, ain't no poppy seeds\n  In the p's please, there's nothing but a whole lot of hopelessness\n  That's where all the focus is, makin' sure the blacks\n  Stay in the back the same place that uh, Scoliosis is\n  How can they lie with such compulsiveness, we just sit around\n  Acting like as if this is how we supposed to live\n\n  Fuck outta here, I can swear in 'bout a year\n  I'll have these suckas explainin' why the hell they still got us here\n  Still being treated like shit, still gettin' beat\n  With nightsticks, still attractin' heat in my six\n  That's why we ride, still drink Barcardi and the Gin\n  'Cause whitey trying to invite me to the party in the pen\n\n  A body will get your ass up in VIP\n  And the burner will get you in without showing your ID\n  The coke that'll get you in especially if you cook it up\n  You RSVP to the party in the P\n  -Enitentiary Saigiddy, I am the truth\n  I ain't one of these kids that lie to the youth, I'm living proof\n\n  Comstock in the house, it don't stop\n  Sing Sing, uh you don't stop\n  Attica, come on, you don't stop\n  And Attica, come on, you don't stop\n  Out in Greenhaven, you don't stop\n  And what it do Rahway, you don't stop\n  Out west in Lompoc, you don't stop\n  Is San Quentin in the house, and you don't stop\n  Over in Ironwood, you don't stop\n  What about Arrendale, you don't stop\n  North Branch, do it up, you don't stop\n  Over in Connelly, you don't stop\n  Saigon the Yardfather, you don't stop\n  Just Blaze on the beat, he keeps it hot\n  And last but not least for the sure shot\n  It's the abandoned nation\n\n  Comstock's in the house, hands up (hands up)\n  Sing Sing's in the house, hands up (hands up)\n  Attica's in the house, hands up (hands high)\n  Greenhaven's in the house, hands up (to the sky)\n  Rahway's in the house, hands up (put 'em up)\n  Lompoc's in the house, hands up (keep 'em up)\n  Elmira's in the house hands up (hands high)\n  Sullivan's in the house hands up (put 'em up, put 'em up)\n"}]