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Nas)\n\n[Chorus: singing]\nThere's a war in the streets tonight\nAnd nobody's really feelin' alright\nI got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic\nI know now...\nSo I know we'll be alright\n\n[Saigon:]\nWhen niggas tell you don't hurt nobody they being funny\nWhen they say its Saigon they mean its money\nEver since I was little bitches say he a dummy\nBecause one year I went to church and beat up the Easter bunny\nEveryday I thank god with silent pray\nSo he can help me resolve some of my violent ways\nI was locked up for four hundred holidays\nI was in the peezee when I heard Easy E and Dr. Dre\nWas in the pen for that bad boy death row thing\nI was locked away when Dre was crowned west coast king\nI'm the thug these rappers trying to be\nLyrically I'm a fuckin anomaly\nYou as much of a rapper as Sean John and me\nMatter of fact you an actor like Sean Connery\nI'm the nigga wit the rap sheet longer then your rap book\nHustlers got their chain snatched and they got their crack took\n\n[Chorus: singing]\nThere's a war in the streets tonight\nAnd nobody's really feelin' alright\nI got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic\nI know now...\nSo I know we'll be alright\n\n[Nas:]\nYeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes\nFor the first time, praise God, baby mom's cryin'\nPlanned to be a strong black family\nBut we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin'\nNew come, I caught verbal assassin runnin' with\nNothin' but the worst type, worst fight\nBut we brought my baby home the first night\nCursed like sailors, burst out the crib\nRagin' in my new car bought from entertainment\nChampaign and gainin' clout fast, whiplash\nDid this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass\nGrabbed her by the pony tail, \"never disrespect me\"\nI'm a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi\nMoved back to your grandma, I'm single, the land's mine\nShe keeps the Benz, I'm all in the streets again\nSqueezin' the pen, released again, chart toppers,\nHard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom's problems\nNew woman, she's great, this a different world,\nCheckin' out my wife's chemistry with my little girl\nIt's so amazin' playin', life is so crazy\nI've grown up the thankful for lessons God gave me\n\n[Chorus: singing]\nThere's a war in the streets tonight\nAnd nobody's really feelin' alright\nI got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic\nI know now that I'm feelin' right if it goes down\n'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown\nAnd I know it's not my time to go now\n'Cause God's got my back in this showdown\nSo I know we'll be alright","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War\n  artist: Saigon\n  album: The Greatest Story Never Told\n  duration_ms: 119000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Nas)\n\n  [Chorus: singing]\n  There's a war in the streets tonight\n  And nobody's really feelin' alright\n  I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic\n  I know now...\n  So I know we'll be alright\n\n  [Saigon:]\n  When niggas tell you don't hurt nobody they being funny\n  When they say its Saigon they mean its money\n  Ever since I was little bitches say he a dummy\n  Because one year I went to church and beat up the Easter bunny\n  Everyday I thank god with silent pray\n  So he can help me resolve some of my violent ways\n  I was locked up for four hundred holidays\n  I was in the peezee when I heard Easy E and Dr. Dre\n  Was in the pen for that bad boy death row thing\n  I was locked away when Dre was crowned west coast king\n  I'm the thug these rappers trying to be\n  Lyrically I'm a fuckin anomaly\n  You as much of a rapper as Sean John and me\n  Matter of fact you an actor like Sean Connery\n  I'm the nigga wit the rap sheet longer then your rap book\n  Hustlers got their chain snatched and they got their crack took\n\n  [Chorus: singing]\n  There's a war in the streets tonight\n  And nobody's really feelin' alright\n  I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic\n  I know now...\n  So I know we'll be alright\n\n  [Nas:]\n  Yeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes\n  For the first time, praise God, baby mom's cryin'\n  Planned to be a strong black family\n  But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin'\n  New come, I caught verbal assassin runnin' with\n  Nothin' but the worst type, worst fight\n  But we brought my baby home the first night\n  Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib\n  Ragin' in my new car bought from entertainment\n  Champaign and gainin' clout fast, whiplash\n  Did this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass\n  Grabbed her by the pony tail, \"never disrespect me\"\n  I'm a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi\n  Moved back to your grandma, I'm single, the land's mine\n  She keeps the Benz, I'm all in the streets again\n  Squeezin' the pen, released again, chart toppers,\n  Hard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom's problems\n  New woman, she's great, this a different world,\n  Checkin' out my wife's chemistry with my little girl\n  It's so amazin' playin', life is so crazy\n  I've grown up the thankful for lessons God gave me\n\n  [Chorus: singing]\n  There's a war in the streets tonight\n  And nobody's really feelin' alright\n  I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic\n  I know now that I'm feelin' right if it goes down\n  'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown\n  And I know it's not my time to go now\n  'Cause God's got my back in this showdown\n  So I know we'll be alright\n"},{"id":6580715,"name":"War","trackName":"War","artistName":"Saigon","albumName":"Greatest Story Never Told","duration":119.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Nas)\n\n[Chorus: singing]\nThere's a war in the streets tonight\nAnd nobody's really feelin' alright\nI got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic\nI know now...\nSo I know we'll be alright\n\n[Saigon:]\nWhen niggas tell you don't hurt nobody they being funny\nWhen they say its Saigon they mean its money\nEver since I was little bitches say he a dummy\nBecause one year I went to church and beat up the Easter bunny\nEveryday I thank god with silent pray\nSo he can help me resolve some of my violent ways\nI was locked up for four hundred holidays\nI was in the peezee when I heard Easy E and Dr. Dre\nWas in the pen for that bad boy death row thing\nI was locked away when Dre was crowned west coast king\nI'm the thug these rappers trying to be\nLyrically I'm a fuckin anomaly\nYou as much of a rapper as Sean John and me\nMatter of fact you an actor like Sean Connery\nI'm the nigga wit the rap sheet longer then your rap book\nHustlers got their chain snatched and they got their crack took\n\n[Chorus: singing]\nThere's a war in the streets tonight\nAnd nobody's really feelin' alright\nI got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic\nI know now...\nSo I know we'll be alright\n\n[Nas:]\nYeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes\nFor the first time, praise God, baby mom's cryin'\nPlanned to be a strong black family\nBut we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin'\nNew come, I caught verbal assassin runnin' with\nNothin' but the worst type, worst fight\nBut we brought my baby home the first night\nCursed like sailors, burst out the crib\nRagin' in my new car bought from entertainment\nChampaign and gainin' clout fast, whiplash\nDid this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass\nGrabbed her by the pony tail, \"never disrespect me\"\nI'm a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi\nMoved back to your grandma, I'm single, the land's mine\nShe keeps the Benz, I'm all in the streets again\nSqueezin' the pen, released again, chart toppers,\nHard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom's problems\nNew woman, she's great, this a different world,\nCheckin' out my wife's chemistry with my little girl\nIt's so amazin' playin', life is so crazy\nI've grown up the thankful for lessons God gave me\n\n[Chorus: singing]\nThere's a war in the streets tonight\nAnd nobody's really feelin' alright\nI got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic\nI know now that I'm feelin' right if it goes down\n'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown\nAnd I know it's not my time to go now\n'Cause God's got my back in this showdown\nSo I know we'll be alright","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War\n  artist: Saigon\n  album: Greatest Story Never Told\n  duration_ms: 119000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Nas)\n\n  [Chorus: singing]\n  There's a war in the streets tonight\n  And nobody's really feelin' alright\n  I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic\n  I know now...\n  So I know we'll be alright\n\n  [Saigon:]\n  When niggas tell you don't hurt nobody they being funny\n  When they say its Saigon they mean its money\n  Ever since I was little bitches say he a dummy\n  Because one year I went to church and beat up the Easter bunny\n  Everyday I thank god with silent pray\n  So he can help me resolve some of my violent ways\n  I was locked up for four hundred holidays\n  I was in the peezee when I heard Easy E and Dr. Dre\n  Was in the pen for that bad boy death row thing\n  I was locked away when Dre was crowned west coast king\n  I'm the thug these rappers trying to be\n  Lyrically I'm a fuckin anomaly\n  You as much of a rapper as Sean John and me\n  Matter of fact you an actor like Sean Connery\n  I'm the nigga wit the rap sheet longer then your rap book\n  Hustlers got their chain snatched and they got their crack took\n\n  [Chorus: singing]\n  There's a war in the streets tonight\n  And nobody's really feelin' alright\n  I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic\n  I know now...\n  So I know we'll be alright\n\n  [Nas:]\n  Yeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes\n  For the first time, praise God, baby mom's cryin'\n  Planned to be a strong black family\n  But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin'\n  New come, I caught verbal assassin runnin' with\n  Nothin' but the worst type, worst fight\n  But we brought my baby home the first night\n  Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib\n  Ragin' in my new car bought from entertainment\n  Champaign and gainin' clout fast, whiplash\n  Did this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass\n  Grabbed her by the pony tail, \"never disrespect me\"\n  I'm a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi\n  Moved back to your grandma, I'm single, the land's mine\n  She keeps the Benz, I'm all in the streets again\n  Squeezin' the pen, released again, chart toppers,\n  Hard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom's problems\n  New woman, she's great, this a different world,\n  Checkin' out my wife's chemistry with my little girl\n  It's so amazin' playin', life is so crazy\n  I've grown up the thankful for lessons God gave me\n\n  [Chorus: singing]\n  There's a war in the streets tonight\n  And nobody's really feelin' alright\n  I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic\n  I know now that I'm feelin' right if it goes down\n  'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown\n  And I know it's not my time to go now\n  'Cause God's got my back in this showdown\n  So I know we'll be alright\n"},{"id":38399669,"name":"War (Skit)","trackName":"War (Skit)","artistName":"Saigon","albumName":"The Greatest Story Never Told","duration":119.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What's up everybody, it's your girl Miss Info here on WFKR Talk\nRadio. Every week, introducing you to folks who are truly\nLiving the American Dream. And today I'm here with Mr. Isaac\nM. Whiting of any place that ends with ville or port, USA\nWelcome to the show (Hi, how you doin'?) . How's your day goin'?\nIt's going great. Every day I've got a smile on my face\nI think we can go sailing later this evening. Look at this\nMmm... smell that fresh air? It's wonderful. Hello, Officer\nTimson. How are you doing today? Going to that other side\nOf town? Splendid. Meanwhile, on the colored side of town...\n[Spoken: Unknown, Unknown, Unknown","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War (Skit)\n  artist: Saigon\n  album: The Greatest Story Never Told\n  duration_ms: 119000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What's up everybody, it's your girl Miss Info here on WFKR Talk\n  Radio. Every week, introducing you to folks who are truly\n  Living the American Dream. And today I'm here with Mr. Isaac\n  M. Whiting of any place that ends with ville or port, USA\n  Welcome to the show (Hi, how you doin'?) . How's your day goin'?\n  It's going great. Every day I've got a smile on my face\n  I think we can go sailing later this evening. Look at this\n  Mmm... smell that fresh air? It's wonderful. Hello, Officer\n  Timson. How are you doing today? Going to that other side\n  Of town? Splendid. Meanwhile, on the colored side of town...\n  [Spoken: Unknown, Unknown, Unknown\n"},{"id":28305089,"name":"War (feat. Nas)","trackName":"War (feat. Nas)","artistName":"Saigon","albumName":"Abandoned Nation","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Nas)\n\n[Chorus: singing]\nThere's a war in the streets tonight\nAnd nobody's really feelin' alright\nI got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic\nI know now...\nSo I know we'll be alright\n\n[Saigon:]\nWhen niggas tell you don't hurt nobody they being funny\nWhen they say its Saigon they mean its money\nEver since I was little bitches say he a dummy\nBecause one year I went to church and beat up the Easter bunny\nEveryday I thank god with silent pray\nSo he can help me resolve some of my violent ways\nI was locked up for four hundred holidays\nI was in the peezee when I heard Easy E and Dr. Dre\nWas in the pen for that bad boy death row thing\nI was locked away when Dre was crowned west coast king\nI'm the thug these rappers trying to be\nLyrically I'm a fuckin anomaly\nYou as much of a rapper as Sean John and me\nMatter of fact you an actor like Sean Connery\nI'm the nigga wit the rap sheet longer then your rap book\nHustlers got their chain snatched and they got their crack took\n\n[Chorus: singing]\nThere's a war in the streets tonight\nAnd nobody's really feelin' alright\nI got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic\nI know now...\nSo I know we'll be alright\n\n[Nas:]\nYeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes\nFor the first time, praise God, baby mom's cryin'\nPlanned to be a strong black family\nBut we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin'\nNew come, I caught verbal assassin runnin' with\nNothin' but the worst type, worst fight\nBut we brought my baby home the first night\nCursed like sailors, burst out the crib\nRagin' in my new car bought from entertainment\nChampaign and gainin' clout fast, whiplash\nDid this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass\nGrabbed her by the pony tail, \"never disrespect me\"\nI'm a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi\nMoved back to your grandma, I'm single, the land's mine\nShe keeps the Benz, I'm all in the streets again\nSqueezin' the pen, released again, chart toppers,\nHard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom's problems\nNew woman, she's great, this a different world,\nCheckin' out my wife's chemistry with my little girl\nIt's so amazin' playin', life is so crazy\nI've grown up the thankful for lessons God gave me\n\n[Chorus: singing]\nThere's a war in the streets tonight\nAnd nobody's really feelin' alright\nI got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic\nI know now that I'm feelin' right if it goes down\n'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown\nAnd I know it's not my time to go now\n'Cause God's got my back in this showdown\nSo I know we'll be alright","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War (feat. Nas)\n  artist: Saigon\n  album: Abandoned Nation\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Nas)\n\n  [Chorus: singing]\n  There's a war in the streets tonight\n  And nobody's really feelin' alright\n  I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic\n  I know now...\n  So I know we'll be alright\n\n  [Saigon:]\n  When niggas tell you don't hurt nobody they being funny\n  When they say its Saigon they mean its money\n  Ever since I was little bitches say he a dummy\n  Because one year I went to church and beat up the Easter bunny\n  Everyday I thank god with silent pray\n  So he can help me resolve some of my violent ways\n  I was locked up for four hundred holidays\n  I was in the peezee when I heard Easy E and Dr. Dre\n  Was in the pen for that bad boy death row thing\n  I was locked away when Dre was crowned west coast king\n  I'm the thug these rappers trying to be\n  Lyrically I'm a fuckin anomaly\n  You as much of a rapper as Sean John and me\n  Matter of fact you an actor like Sean Connery\n  I'm the nigga wit the rap sheet longer then your rap book\n  Hustlers got their chain snatched and they got their crack took\n\n  [Chorus: singing]\n  There's a war in the streets tonight\n  And nobody's really feelin' alright\n  I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic\n  I know now...\n  So I know we'll be alright\n\n  [Nas:]\n  Yeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes\n  For the first time, praise God, baby mom's cryin'\n  Planned to be a strong black family\n  But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin'\n  New come, I caught verbal assassin runnin' with\n  Nothin' but the worst type, worst fight\n  But we brought my baby home the first night\n  Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib\n  Ragin' in my new car bought from entertainment\n  Champaign and gainin' clout fast, whiplash\n  Did this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass\n  Grabbed her by the pony tail, \"never disrespect me\"\n  I'm a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi\n  Moved back to your grandma, I'm single, the land's mine\n  She keeps the Benz, I'm all 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South Vietnam\nWent out to fight for peace, liberty and all\nWent out to fight for equality, hope, let's go\nAnd the war drags on\n\nFound himself involved in a sea of blood and bones\nMillions without faces, without hope and without homes\nAnd the guns, they grew louder as they made dust out of bones\nThat the flesh had long since left just as the people left their homes\nAnd the war drags on\n\nThey're just there to try and make the people free\nBut the way that they're doing it, it don't seem like that to me\nJust more blood-letting and misery and tears\nThat this poor country's known for the last twenty years\nAnd the war drags on\n\nLast night poor Dan had a nightmare, it seems\nOne kept occurrin' and re-occurrin' in his dreams\nCities full of people burn and scream and shoutin' loud\nAnd right there over head a great orange mushroom cloud\nAnd there's no more war\nFor there's no, no more world\nAnd the tears come streaming down\nYes, I lie crying on the ground","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.24] Let me tell you the story of a soldier named Dan\n[00:23.48] Went out to fight the good fight in South Vietnam\n[00:27.99] Went out to fight for peace, liberty and all\n[00:34.31] Went out to fight for equality, hope, let's go\n[00:44.24] And the war drags on\n[00:58.68] Found himself involved in a sea of blood and bones\n[01:04.09] Millions without faces, without hope and without homes\n[01:08.60] And the guns, they grew louder as they made dust out of bones\n[01:13.11] That the flesh had long since left just as the people left their homes\n[01:23.03] And the war drags on\n[01:31.16] They're just there to try and make the people free\n[01:39.28] But the way that they're doing it, it don't seem like that to me\n[01:44.69] Just more blood-letting and misery and tears\n[01:49.19] That this poor country's known for the last twenty years\n[01:59.11] And the war drags on\n[02:15.35] Last night poor Dan had a nightmare, it seems\n[02:22.56] One kept occurrin' and re-occurrin' in his dreams\n[02:27.08] Cities full of people burn and scream and shoutin' loud\n[02:32.49] And right there over head a great orange mushroom cloud\n[02:42.42] And there's no more war\n[02:49.64] For there's no, no more world\n[02:57.75] And the tears come streaming down\n[03:05.87] Yes, I lie crying on the ground\n[03:16.70] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The War Drags On\n  artist: Donovan\n  album: Goodnight Saigon\n  duration_ms: 222694\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Let me tell you the story of a soldier named Dan\n  start_ms: 16240\n  end_ms: 23480\n- text: Went out to fight the good fight in South Vietnam\n  start_ms: 23480\n  end_ms: 27990\n- text: Went out to fight for peace, liberty and all\n  start_ms: 27990\n  end_ms: 34310\n- text: Went out to fight for equality, hope, let's go\n  start_ms: 34310\n  end_ms: 44240\n- text: And the war drags on\n  start_ms: 44240\n  end_ms: 58680\n- text: Found himself involved in a 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