[{"id":20292355,"name":"2 Real","trackName":"2 Real","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"Scarface Presents The Product","duration":266.840816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin\nHad to find my place\nBut the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue\nHad to dodge a case\nHad to dodge a bullet\nAnd the nigga that tried to pull it\nThe streets is throwed\nIf I don't get lean and blowed everyday\nI feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive\nAll my life this drive I tried\nI seen a lot of good niggas die\nCause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched\nOr somebody's a bitch\nI wish I could change the past\nBut I gots to live in the present and pray\nThat tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast\nShit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me\nBut, to tell the truth I didn't know myself\nI found out she had to told me\nJust to show me just how good I had it\nI guess I couldn't see it\nMild-mannered I just couldn't be it\nBut that was just the way we used to g it\nOne of the wrongest niggas I see\nOr one of the strongest niggas I know\nWalkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\nSo I put weed in the bong and I blow\nStay cool calm and collected a neglected\nChild that grew into a man that's widely respected\nToo real\n\n()\nI feel no pain\nI can't complain\nStuck in the game\nTryin to maintain\nCause I'm so real\n\n(Pimp c)\nWe blow big everyday\nBut that don't stop our pain\nOr bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\nGot niggas doin 40\n\nWhen you 25 that's life\nI guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\nThese bitch ass niggas shife\nNiggas might snitch out they momma\nThat's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\nCause we ain't promised tommorow\nBut nigga you promised to die\nNigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\nAt night I talk to God and try to understand\nHow people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\nI guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\nSo I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\nI still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\nBut I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\nI guess that's true for some\nBut them hoes will never win\nOut here just hustlin and grindin\nTryin to change from niggas to men\n\nMy nigga you a ho to me\nBoy you done went off on me\nRunnin round with the fakin and hatin\nI'ma blast if you run up on me\nI'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\nThis matter coulda been resolved\nIf you woulda came clean and paid my shit\nSee niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\nPullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\nAnd fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\nNo respect for your family that's dead\nDon't write yo peoples locked up\nDamn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\nUnlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\nYou boys is funny\nI'm bout my money\nAnd oh so true\nMr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\nI'm too real","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2 Real\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: Scarface Presents The Product\n  duration_ms: 266841\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin\n  Had to find my place\n  But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue\n  Had to dodge a case\n  Had to dodge a bullet\n  And the nigga that tried to pull it\n  The streets is throwed\n  If I don't get lean and blowed everyday\n  I feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive\n  All my life this drive I tried\n  I seen a lot of good niggas die\n  Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched\n  Or somebody's a bitch\n  I wish I could change the past\n  But I gots to live in the present and pray\n  That tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast\n  Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me\n  But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself\n  I found out she had to told me\n  Just to show me just how good I had it\n  I guess I couldn't see it\n  Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it\n  But that was just the way we used to g it\n  One of the wrongest niggas I see\n  Or one of the strongest niggas I know\n  Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\n  So I put weed in the bong and I blow\n  Stay cool calm and collected a neglected\n  Child that grew into a man that's widely respected\n  Too real\n\n  ()\n  I feel no pain\n  I can't complain\n  Stuck in the game\n  Tryin to maintain\n  Cause I'm so real\n\n  (Pimp c)\n  We blow big everyday\n  But that don't stop our pain\n  Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\n  Got niggas doin 40\n\n  When you 25 that's life\n  I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\n  These bitch ass niggas shife\n  Niggas might snitch out they momma\n  That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\n  Cause we ain't promised tommorow\n  But nigga you promised to die\n  Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\n  At night I talk to God and try to understand\n  How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\n  I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\n  So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\n  I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\n  But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\n  I guess that's true for some\n  But them hoes will never win\n  Out here just hustlin and grindin\n  Tryin to change from niggas to men\n\n  My nigga you a ho to me\n  Boy you done went off on me\n  Runnin round with the fakin and hatin\n  I'ma blast if you run up on me\n  I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\n  This matter coulda been resolved\n  If you woulda came clean and paid my shit\n  See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\n  Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\n  And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\n  No respect for your family that's dead\n  Don't write yo peoples locked up\n  Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\n  Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\n  You boys is funny\n  I'm bout my money\n  And oh so true\n  Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\n  I'm too real\n"},{"id":6307720,"name":"2 Real","trackName":"2 Real","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"One Hunid","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin\nHad to find my place\nBut the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue\nHad to dodge a case\nHad to dodge a bullet\nAnd the nigga that tried to pull it\nThe streets is throwed\nIf I don't get lean and blowed everyday\nI feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive\nAll my life this drive I tried\nI seen a lot of good niggas die\nCause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched\nOr somebody's a bitch\nI wish I could change the past\nBut I gots to live in the present and pray\nThat tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast\nShit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me\nBut, to tell the truth I didn't know myself\nI found out she had to told me\nJust to show me just how good I had it\nI guess I couldn't see it\nMild-mannered I just couldn't be it\nBut that was just the way we used to g it\nOne of the wrongest niggas I see\nOr one of the strongest niggas I know\nWalkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\nSo I put weed in the bong and I blow\nStay cool calm and collected a neglected\nChild that grew into a man that's widely respected\nToo real\n\n()\nI feel no pain\nI can't complain\nStuck in the game\nTryin to maintain\nCause I'm so real\n\n(Pimp c)\nWe blow big everyday\nBut that don't stop our pain\nOr bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\nGot niggas doin 40\n\nWhen you 25 that's life\nI guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\nThese bitch ass niggas shife\nNiggas might snitch out they momma\nThat's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\nCause we ain't promised tommorow\nBut nigga you promised to die\nNigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\nAt night I talk to God and try to understand\nHow people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\nI guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\nSo I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\nI still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\nBut I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\nI guess that's true for some\nBut them hoes will never win\nOut here just hustlin and grindin\nTryin to change from niggas to men\n\nMy nigga you a ho to me\nBoy you done went off on me\nRunnin round with the fakin and hatin\nI'ma blast if you run up on me\nI'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\nThis matter coulda been resolved\nIf you woulda came clean and paid my shit\nSee niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\nPullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\nAnd fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\nNo respect for your family that's dead\nDon't write yo peoples locked up\nDamn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\nUnlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\nYou boys is funny\nI'm bout my money\nAnd oh so true\nMr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\nI'm too real","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2 Real\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: One Hunid\n  duration_ms: 267000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin\n  Had to find my place\n  But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue\n  Had to dodge a case\n  Had to dodge a bullet\n  And the nigga that tried to pull it\n  The streets is throwed\n  If I don't get lean and blowed everyday\n  I feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive\n  All my life this drive I tried\n  I seen a lot of good niggas die\n  Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched\n  Or somebody's a bitch\n  I wish I could change the past\n  But I gots to live in the present and pray\n  That tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast\n  Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me\n  But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself\n  I found out she had to told me\n  Just to show me just how good I had it\n  I guess I couldn't see it\n  Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it\n  But that was just the way we used to g it\n  One of the wrongest niggas I see\n  Or one of the strongest niggas I know\n  Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\n  So I put weed in the bong and I blow\n  Stay cool calm and collected a neglected\n  Child that grew into a man that's widely respected\n  Too real\n\n  ()\n  I feel no pain\n  I can't complain\n  Stuck in the game\n  Tryin to maintain\n  Cause I'm so real\n\n  (Pimp c)\n  We blow big everyday\n  But that don't stop our pain\n  Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\n  Got niggas doin 40\n\n  When you 25 that's life\n  I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\n  These bitch ass niggas shife\n  Niggas might snitch out they momma\n  That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\n  Cause we ain't promised tommorow\n  But nigga you promised to die\n  Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\n  At night I talk to God and try to understand\n  How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\n  I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\n  So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\n  I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\n  But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\n  I guess that's true for some\n  But them hoes will never win\n  Out here just hustlin and grindin\n  Tryin to change from niggas to men\n\n  My nigga you a ho to me\n  Boy you done went off on me\n  Runnin round with the fakin and hatin\n  I'ma blast if you run up on me\n  I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\n  This matter coulda been resolved\n  If you woulda came clean and paid my shit\n  See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\n  Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\n  And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\n  No respect for your family that's dead\n  Don't write yo peoples locked up\n  Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\n  Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\n  You boys is funny\n  I'm bout my money\n  And oh so true\n  Mr. 3-2 when I never 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guess I couldn't see it\nMild-mannered I just couldn't be it\nBut that was just the way we used to g it\nOne of the wrongest niggas I see\nOr one of the strongest niggas I know\nWalkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\nSo I put weed in the bong and I blow\nStay cool calm and collected a neglected\nChild that grew into a man that's widely respected\nToo real\n\n()\nI feel no pain\nI can't complain\nStuck in the game\nTryin to maintain\nCause I'm so real\n\n(Pimp c)\nWe blow big everyday\nBut that don't stop our pain\nOr bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\nGot niggas doin 40\n\nWhen you 25 that's life\nI guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\nThese bitch ass niggas shife\nNiggas might snitch out they momma\nThat's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\nCause we ain't promised tommorow\nBut nigga you promised to die\nNigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\nAt night I talk to God and try to understand\nHow people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\nI guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\nSo I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\nI still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\nBut I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\nI guess that's true for some\nBut them hoes will never win\nOut here just hustlin and grindin\nTryin to change from niggas to men\n\nMy nigga you a ho to me\nBoy you done went off on me\nRunnin round with the fakin and hatin\nI'ma blast if you run up on me\nI'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\nThis matter coulda been resolved\nIf you woulda came clean and paid my shit\nSee niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\nPullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\nAnd fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\nNo respect for your family that's dead\nDon't write yo peoples locked up\nDamn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\nUnlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\nYou boys is funny\nI'm bout my money\nAnd oh so true\nMr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\nI'm too real","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2 Real\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: My Homies (Screwed)\n  duration_ms: 335000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin\n  Had to find my place\n  But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue\n  Had to dodge a case\n  Had to dodge a bullet\n  And the nigga that tried to pull it\n  The streets is throwed\n  If I don't get lean and blowed everyday\n  I feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive\n  All my life this drive I tried\n  I seen a lot of good niggas die\n  Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched\n  Or somebody's a bitch\n  I wish I could change the past\n  But I gots to live in the present and pray\n  That tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast\n  Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me\n  But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself\n  I found out she had to told me\n  Just to show me just how good I had it\n  I guess I couldn't see it\n  Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it\n  But that was just the way we used to g it\n  One of the wrongest niggas I see\n  Or one of the strongest niggas I know\n  Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\n  So I put weed in the bong and I blow\n  Stay cool calm and collected a neglected\n  Child that grew into a man that's widely respected\n  Too real\n\n  ()\n  I feel no pain\n  I can't complain\n  Stuck in the game\n  Tryin to maintain\n  Cause I'm so real\n\n  (Pimp c)\n  We blow big everyday\n  But that don't stop our pain\n  Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\n  Got niggas doin 40\n\n  When you 25 that's life\n  I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\n  These bitch ass niggas shife\n  Niggas might snitch out they momma\n  That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\n  Cause we ain't promised tommorow\n  But nigga you promised to die\n  Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\n  At night I talk to God and try to understand\n  How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\n  I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\n  So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\n  I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\n  But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\n  I guess that's true for some\n  But them hoes will never win\n  Out here just hustlin and grindin\n  Tryin to change from niggas to men\n\n  My nigga you a ho to me\n  Boy you done went off on me\n  Runnin round with the fakin and hatin\n  I'ma blast if you run up on me\n  I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\n  This matter coulda been resolved\n  If you woulda came clean and paid my shit\n  See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\n  Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\n  And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\n  No respect for your family that's dead\n  Don't write yo peoples locked up\n  Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\n  Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\n  You boys is funny\n  I'm bout my money\n  And oh so true\n  Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\n  I'm too real\n"},{"id":21589747,"name":"2 Real","trackName":"2 Real","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"My Homies","duration":283.480816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin\nhad to find my place\nBut the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue\nhad to dodge a case\nHad to dodge a bullet\nAnd the nigga that tried to pull it\nThe streets is throwed\nIf I don't get lean and blowed everyday\nI feel just like I'ma explode on overload and overdrive\nAll my life this drive I tried\nI seen a lot of good niggas die\nCause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched\nOr somebody's a bitch\nI wish I could change the past\nBut I gots to live in the present and pray\nthat tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast\nShit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me\nBut, to tell the truth I didn't know myself\nOut the house she had to throw me\nJust to show me just how good I had it\nI guess I couldn't see it\nMild-mannered I just couldn't be it\nBut that was just the way we used to G it\nOne of the wrongest niggas I see\nOr one of the strongest niggas I know\nWalkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\nSo I put weed in the bong and I blow\nStay cool calm and collected a neglected\nChild that grew into a man that's widely respected\nToo real\nI feel no pain\nI can't complain\nStuck in the game\nTryin to maintain\nCause I'm so real\nWe blow big everyday\nBut that don't stop our pain\nOr bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\nGot niggas doin 40\nWhen you 25 that's life\nI guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\nThese bitch ass niggas shife\nNiggas might snitch out they momma\nThat's why me and Leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\nCause we ain't promised tomorrow\nBut nigga you promised to die\nNigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\nAt night I talk to God and try to understand\nHow people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\nI guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\nSo I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\nI still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\nBut I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\nI guess that's true for some\nBut them hoes will never win\nOut here just hustlin and grindin\nTryin to change from niggas to men\nI feel no pain\nI can't complain\nStuck in the game\nTryin to maintain\nCause I'm so real\nMy nigga you a ho to me\nBoy you done went off on me\nRunnin round with the fakin and hatin\nI'ma blast if you run up on me\nI'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\nThis matter coulda been resolved\nif you woulda came clean and paid my shit\nSee niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\nPullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\nAnd fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\nNo respect for your family that's dead\ndon't write yo peoples locked u\nDamn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\nUnlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\nYou boys is funny\nI'm bout my money\nAnd oh so true\nMr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\nI'm too real\nI feel no pain\nI can't complain\nStuck in the game\nTryin to maintain\nCause I'm so real","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2 Real\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: My Homies\n  duration_ms: 283481\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin\n  had to find my place\n  But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue\n  had to dodge a case\n  Had to dodge a bullet\n  And the nigga that tried to pull it\n  The streets is throwed\n  If I don't get lean and blowed everyday\n  I feel just like I'ma explode on overload and overdrive\n  All my life this drive I tried\n  I seen a lot of good niggas die\n  Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched\n  Or somebody's a bitch\n  I wish I could change the past\n  But I gots to live in the present and pray\n  that tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast\n  Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me\n  But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself\n  Out the house she had to throw me\n  Just to show me just how good I had it\n  I guess I couldn't see it\n  Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it\n  But that was just the way we used to G it\n  One of the wrongest niggas I see\n  Or one of the strongest niggas I know\n  Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\n  So I put weed in the bong and I blow\n  Stay cool calm and collected a neglected\n  Child that grew into a man that's widely respected\n  Too real\n  I feel no pain\n  I can't complain\n  Stuck in the game\n  Tryin to maintain\n  Cause I'm so real\n  We blow big everyday\n  But that don't stop our pain\n  Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\n  Got niggas doin 40\n  When you 25 that's life\n  I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\n  These bitch ass niggas shife\n  Niggas might snitch out they momma\n  That's why me and Leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\n  Cause we ain't promised tomorrow\n  But nigga you promised to die\n  Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\n  At night I talk to God and try to understand\n  How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\n  I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\n  So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\n  I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\n  But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\n  I guess that's true for some\n  But them hoes will never win\n  Out here just hustlin and grindin\n  Tryin to change from niggas to men\n  I feel no pain\n  I can't complain\n  Stuck in the game\n  Tryin to maintain\n  Cause I'm so real\n  My nigga you a ho to me\n  Boy you done went off on me\n  Runnin round with the fakin and hatin\n  I'ma blast if you run up on me\n  I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\n  This matter coulda been resolved\n  if you woulda came clean and paid my shit\n  See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\n  Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\n  And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\n  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Real nigga come show me\n  Fake, sho' we come with the real, we come forward\n  If not I'm blowin up yo motherfuckin spot\n  Cause once I knock everybody gettin got\n  Bitch, I play these motherfuckin streets for keeps\n  Unlike these other MC's who bust they raps for beats\n  I'm bringin heat\n\n  Y'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\n  This definition of real can help ya live\n  Mind your own business and you might live long\n  Go fuck over niggas like me and we gon' visit your home\n  Y'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\n  This definition of real can help ya live\n  You can be what you wanna be, just don't be up in mine\n  Cause it ain't nothin for a nigga to bust this bitch one time\n\n  Talkin down on me from a safe place, now I'm in yo face\n  What you gon' do now?\n  Nothin but plea bargainin, tryin to avoid arguin\n  I bet gettin gangsta is what you won't do now\n  Firearm in my right palm, twisted off too many cigarillos\n  But never too twisted to make a murder movie, this my intro\n  From a Benzo to a Pinto when I'm leanin on the window\n  Me and a couple of my kinfolk, evil intentions could end yo\n  Life, in the blinking of an eye, ain't no second chance\n  Call a coroner when I dump, damage is beyond an ambulance\n  If I owe ya I'ma be that way, so save the last dance\n  I'ma be Texas-two-steppin with a Smith & Wesson, knock your chest in\n  Bitch [?] freely\n  If it's you or me it gotta be you cause the ones I love need me\n  Even though this world is not my home I'm not homesick\n  I love my life and to protect it I'll go in yo dome, bitch\n\n  The brainiac, it's a known fact you can't sink me\n  Careers are dyin for niggas that's tryin to outthink me\n  You all know the Mega Don wrote the book\n  You wanna grow like the big boys? 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Real nigga come show me\nFake, sho' we come with the real, we come forward\nIf not I'm blowin up yo motherfuckin spot\nCause once I knock everybody gettin got\nBitch, I play these motherfuckin streets for keeps\nUnlike these other MC's who bust they raps for beats\nI'm bringin heat\n\nY'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\nThis definition of real can help ya live\nMind your own business and you might live long\nGo fuck over niggas like me and we gon' visit your home\nY'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\nThis definition of real can help ya live\nYou can be what you wanna be, just don't be up in mine\nCause it ain't nothin for a nigga to bust this bitch one time\n\nTalkin down on me from a safe place, now I'm in yo face\nWhat you gon' do now?\nNothin but plea bargainin, tryin to avoid arguin\nI bet gettin gangsta is what you won't do now\nFirearm in my right palm, twisted off too many cigarillos\nBut never too twisted to make a murder movie, this my intro\nFrom a Benzo to a Pinto when I'm leanin on the window\nMe and a couple of my kinfolk, evil intentions could end yo\nLife, in the blinking of an eye, ain't no second chance\nCall a coroner when I dump, damage is beyond an ambulance\nIf I owe ya I'ma be that way, so save the last dance\nI'ma be Texas-two-steppin with a Smith & Wesson, knock your chest in\nBitch [?] freely\nIf it's you or me it gotta be you cause the ones I love need me\nEven though this world is not my home I'm not homesick\nI love my life and to protect it I'll go in yo dome, bitch\n\nThe brainiac, it's a known fact you can't sink me\nCareers are dyin for niggas that's tryin to outthink me\nYou all know the Mega Don wrote the book\nYou wanna grow like the big boys? Take a look\nYou need to study, you motherfuckers don't believe in money\nWe lay our head where the weed is green and day is sunny\nThe Frankenstein, I never think of lines\nThey come to me in Deep Space 9 by design\nA hoe conqured by the game\nIt ain't no stoppin this, the infamous name\nInfest the metropolis\nYou can't keep my ass out the Lone State\nEven though Joe and Face can push they own weight\nIt's the cavi collaboration\nWhile some fools are happy in hibernation\nAnd them the ones you can find short\nAnd anybody testin Cube I'm stingin tongues like a 9 volt\nMotherfucker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Definition of Real\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: My Homies, Part 2\n  duration_ms: 337000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All hail to the OG, I spit the game the most dominant\n  Stoppin 'em dead in they tracks, makin promises\n  To drop 'em, leavin opposition to die\n  Face II Face with yo killer cause yo killer be I\n  Who that nigga wanna judge this, just let it be known\n  The worst nigga you could fuck with is back on his own\n  Mafia life, ring the alarm, the sky's burnin\n  Wheels keep spinnin as I keep turnin\n  Niggas from ashes to dust, I buck, you die slow\n  Money makes the world go round and I know\n  At the drop of a hat, that's that, brains shattered\n  Face down found in yo house, brains scattered\n  Fuck 'em, you're hardcore? Real nigga come show me\n  Fake, sho' we come with the real, we come forward\n  If not I'm blowin up yo motherfuckin spot\n  Cause once I knock everybody gettin got\n  Bitch, I play these motherfuckin streets for keeps\n  Unlike these other MC's who bust they raps for beats\n  I'm bringin heat\n\n  Y'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\n  This definition of real can help ya live\n  Mind your own business and you might live long\n  Go fuck over niggas like me and we gon' visit your home\n  Y'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\n  This definition of real can help ya live\n  You can be what you wanna be, just don't be up in mine\n  Cause it ain't nothin for a nigga to bust this bitch one time\n\n  Talkin down on me from a safe place, now I'm in yo face\n  What you gon' do now?\n  Nothin but plea bargainin, tryin to avoid arguin\n  I bet gettin gangsta is what you won't do now\n  Firearm in my right palm, twisted off too many cigarillos\n  But never too twisted to make a murder movie, this my intro\n  From a Benzo to a Pinto when I'm leanin on the window\n  Me and a couple of my kinfolk, evil intentions could end yo\n  Life, in the blinking of an eye, ain't no second chance\n  Call a coroner when I dump, damage is beyond an ambulance\n  If I owe ya I'ma be that way, so save the last dance\n  I'ma be Texas-two-steppin with a Smith & Wesson, knock your chest in\n  Bitch [?] freely\n  If it's you or me it gotta be you cause the ones I love need me\n  Even though this world is not my home I'm not homesick\n  I love my life and to protect it I'll go in yo dome, bitch\n\n  The brainiac, it's a known fact you can't sink me\n  Careers are dyin for niggas that's tryin to outthink me\n  You all know the Mega Don wrote the book\n  You wanna grow like the big boys? Take a look\n  You need to study, you motherfuckers don't believe in money\n  We lay our head where the weed is green and day is sunny\n  The Frankenstein, I never think of lines\n  They come to me in Deep Space 9 by design\n  A hoe conqured by the game\n  It ain't no stoppin this, the infamous name\n  Infest the metropolis\n  You can't keep my ass out the Lone State\n  Even though Joe and Face can push they own weight\n  It's the cavi collaboration\n  While some fools are happy in hibernation\n  And them the ones you can find short\n  And anybody testin Cube I'm stingin tongues like a 9 volt\n  Motherfucker\n"},{"id":38798808,"name":"Definition of Real","trackName":"Definition of Real","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"My Homies, Pt. 2","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All hail to the OG, I spit the game the most dominant\nStoppin 'em dead in they tracks, makin promises\nTo drop 'em, leavin opposition to die\nFace II Face with yo killer cause yo killer be I\nWho that nigga wanna judge this, just let it be known\nThe worst nigga you could fuck with is back on his own\nMafia life, ring the alarm, the sky's burnin\nWheels keep spinnin as I keep turnin\nNiggas from ashes to dust, I buck, you die slow\nMoney makes the world go round and I know\nAt the drop of a hat, that's that, brains shattered\nFace down found in yo house, brains scattered\nFuck 'em, you're hardcore? Real nigga come show me\nFake, sho' we come with the real, we come forward\nIf not I'm blowin up yo motherfuckin spot\nCause once I knock everybody gettin got\nBitch, I play these motherfuckin streets for keeps\nUnlike these other MC's who bust they raps for beats\nI'm bringin heat\n\nY'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\nThis definition of real can help ya live\nMind your own business and you might live long\nGo fuck over niggas like me and we gon' visit your home\nY'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\nThis definition of real can help ya live\nYou can be what you wanna be, just don't be up in mine\nCause it ain't nothin for a nigga to bust this bitch one time\n\nTalkin down on me from a safe place, now I'm in yo face\nWhat you gon' do now?\nNothin but plea bargainin, tryin to avoid arguin\nI bet gettin gangsta is what you won't do now\nFirearm in my right palm, twisted off too many cigarillos\nBut never too twisted to make a murder movie, this my intro\nFrom a Benzo to a Pinto when I'm leanin on the window\nMe and a couple of my kinfolk, evil intentions could end yo\nLife, in the blinking of an eye, ain't no second chance\nCall a coroner when I dump, damage is beyond an ambulance\nIf I owe ya I'ma be that way, so save the last dance\nI'ma be Texas-two-steppin with a Smith & Wesson, knock your chest in\nBitch [?] freely\nIf it's you or me it gotta be you cause the ones I love need me\nEven though this world is not my home I'm not homesick\nI love my life and to protect it I'll go in yo dome, bitch\n\nThe brainiac, it's a known fact you can't sink me\nCareers are dyin for niggas that's tryin to outthink me\nYou all know the Mega Don wrote the book\nYou wanna grow like the big boys? Take a look\nYou need to study, you motherfuckers don't believe in money\nWe lay our head where the weed is green and day is sunny\nThe Frankenstein, I never think of lines\nThey come to me in Deep Space 9 by design\nA hoe conqured by the game\nIt ain't no stoppin this, the infamous name\nInfest the metropolis\nYou can't keep my ass out the Lone State\nEven though Joe and Face can push they own weight\nIt's the cavi collaboration\nWhile some fools are happy in hibernation\nAnd them the ones you can find short\nAnd anybody testin Cube I'm stingin tongues like a 9 volt\nMotherfucker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Definition of Real\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: My Homies, Pt. 2\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All hail to the OG, I spit the game the most dominant\n  Stoppin 'em dead in they tracks, makin promises\n  To drop 'em, leavin opposition to die\n  Face II Face with yo killer cause yo killer be I\n  Who that nigga wanna judge this, just let it be known\n  The worst nigga you could fuck with is back on his own\n  Mafia life, ring the alarm, the sky's burnin\n  Wheels keep spinnin as I keep turnin\n  Niggas from ashes to dust, I buck, you die slow\n  Money makes the world go round and I know\n  At the drop of a hat, that's that, brains shattered\n  Face down found in yo house, brains scattered\n  Fuck 'em, you're hardcore? Real nigga come show me\n  Fake, sho' we come with the real, we come forward\n  If not I'm blowin up yo motherfuckin spot\n  Cause once I knock everybody gettin got\n  Bitch, I play these motherfuckin streets for keeps\n  Unlike these other MC's who bust they raps for beats\n  I'm bringin heat\n\n  Y'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\n  This definition of real can help ya live\n  Mind your own business and you might live long\n  Go fuck over niggas like me and we gon' visit your home\n  Y'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\n  This definition of real can help ya live\n  You can be what you wanna be, just don't be up in mine\n  Cause it ain't nothin for a nigga to bust this bitch one time\n\n  Talkin down on me from a safe place, now I'm in yo face\n  What you gon' do now?\n  Nothin but plea bargainin, tryin to avoid arguin\n  I bet gettin gangsta is what you won't do now\n  Firearm in my right palm, twisted off too many cigarillos\n  But never too twisted to make a murder movie, this my intro\n  From a Benzo to a Pinto when I'm leanin on the window\n  Me and a couple of my kinfolk, evil intentions could end yo\n  Life, in the blinking of an eye, ain't no second chance\n  Call a coroner when I dump, damage is beyond an ambulance\n  If I owe ya I'ma be that way, so save the last dance\n  I'ma be Texas-two-steppin with a Smith & Wesson, knock your chest in\n  Bitch [?] freely\n  If it's you or me it gotta be you cause the ones I love need me\n  Even though this world is not my home I'm not homesick\n  I love my life and to protect it I'll go in yo dome, bitch\n\n  The brainiac, it's a known fact you can't sink me\n  Careers are dyin for niggas that's tryin to outthink me\n  You all know the Mega Don wrote the book\n  You wanna grow like the big boys? Take a look\n  You need to study, you motherfuckers don't believe in money\n  We lay our head where the weed is green and day is sunny\n  The Frankenstein, I never think of lines\n  They come to me in Deep Space 9 by design\n  A hoe conqured by the game\n  It ain't no stoppin this, the infamous name\n  Infest the metropolis\n  You can't keep my ass out the Lone State\n  Even though Joe and Face can push they own weight\n  It's the cavi collaboration\n  While some fools are happy in hibernation\n  And them the ones you can find short\n  And anybody testin Cube I'm stingin tongues like a 9 volt\n  Motherfucker\n"},{"id":21631640,"name":"Definition of Real","trackName":"Definition of Real","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"My Homies Pt. 2 (Screwed)","duration":338.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All hail to the OG, I spit the game the most dominant\nStoppin 'em dead in they tracks, makin promises\nTo drop 'em, leavin opposition to die\nFace II Face with yo killer cause yo killer be I\nWho that nigga wanna judge this, just let it be known\nThe worst nigga you could fuck with is back on his own\nMafia life, ring the alarm, the sky's burnin\nWheels keep spinnin as I keep turnin\nNiggas from ashes to dust, I buck, you die slow\nMoney makes the world go round and I know\nAt the drop of a hat, that's that, brains shattered\nFace down found in yo house, brains scattered\nFuck 'em, you're hardcore? Real nigga come show me\nFake, sho' we come with the real, we come forward\nIf not I'm blowin up yo motherfuckin spot\nCause once I knock everybody gettin got\nBitch, I play these motherfuckin streets for keeps\nUnlike these other MC's who bust they raps for beats\nI'm bringin heat\n\nY'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\nThis definition of real can help ya live\nMind your own business and you might live long\nGo fuck over niggas like me and we gon' visit your home\nY'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\nThis definition of real can help ya live\nYou can be what you wanna be, just don't be up in mine\nCause it ain't nothin for a nigga to bust this bitch one time\n\nTalkin down on me from a safe place, now I'm in yo face\nWhat you gon' do now?\nNothin but plea bargainin, tryin to avoid arguin\nI bet gettin gangsta is what you won't do now\nFirearm in my right palm, twisted off too many cigarillos\nBut never too twisted to make a murder movie, this my intro\nFrom a Benzo to a Pinto when I'm leanin on the window\nMe and a couple of my kinfolk, evil intentions could end yo\nLife, in the blinking of an eye, ain't no second chance\nCall a coroner when I dump, damage is beyond an ambulance\nIf I owe ya I'ma be that way, so save the last dance\nI'ma be Texas-two-steppin with a Smith & Wesson, knock your chest in\nBitch [?] freely\nIf it's you or me it gotta be you cause the ones I love need me\nEven though this world is not my home I'm not homesick\nI love my life and to protect it I'll go in yo dome, bitch\n\nThe brainiac, it's a known fact you can't sink me\nCareers are dyin for niggas that's tryin to outthink me\nYou all know the Mega Don wrote the book\nYou wanna grow like the big boys? Take a look\nYou need to study, you motherfuckers don't believe in money\nWe lay our head where the weed is green and day is sunny\nThe Frankenstein, I never think of lines\nThey come to me in Deep Space 9 by design\nA hoe conqured by the game\nIt ain't no stoppin this, the infamous name\nInfest the metropolis\nYou can't keep my ass out the Lone State\nEven though Joe and Face can push they own weight\nIt's the cavi collaboration\nWhile some fools are happy in hibernation\nAnd them the ones you can find short\nAnd anybody testin Cube I'm stingin tongues like a 9 volt\nMotherfucker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Definition of Real\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: My Homies Pt. 2 (Screwed)\n  duration_ms: 338000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All hail to the OG, I spit the game the most dominant\n  Stoppin 'em dead in they tracks, makin promises\n  To drop 'em, leavin opposition to die\n  Face II Face with yo killer cause yo killer be I\n  Who that nigga wanna judge this, just let it be known\n  The worst nigga you could fuck with is back on his own\n  Mafia life, ring the alarm, the sky's burnin\n  Wheels keep spinnin as I keep turnin\n  Niggas from ashes to dust, I buck, you die slow\n  Money makes the world go round and I know\n  At the drop of a hat, that's that, brains shattered\n  Face down found in yo house, brains scattered\n  Fuck 'em, you're hardcore? Real nigga come show me\n  Fake, sho' we come with the real, we come forward\n  If not I'm blowin up yo motherfuckin spot\n  Cause once I knock everybody gettin got\n  Bitch, I play these motherfuckin streets for keeps\n  Unlike these other MC's who bust they raps for beats\n  I'm bringin heat\n\n  Y'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\n  This definition of real can help ya live\n  Mind your own business and you might live long\n  Go fuck over niggas like me and we gon' visit your home\n  Y'all niggas definition of real gets y'all killed\n  This definition of real can help ya live\n  You can be what you wanna be, just don't be up in mine\n  Cause it ain't nothin for a nigga to bust this bitch one time\n\n  Talkin down on me from a safe place, now I'm in yo face\n  What you gon' do now?\n  Nothin but plea bargainin, tryin to avoid arguin\n  I bet gettin gangsta is what you won't do now\n  Firearm in my right palm, twisted off too many cigarillos\n  But never too twisted to make a murder movie, this my intro\n  From a Benzo to a Pinto when I'm leanin on the window\n  Me and a couple of my kinfolk, evil intentions could end yo\n  Life, in the blinking of an eye, ain't no second chance\n  Call a coroner when I dump, damage is beyond an ambulance\n  If I owe ya I'ma be that way, so save the last dance\n  I'ma be Texas-two-steppin with a Smith & Wesson, knock your chest in\n  Bitch [?] freely\n  If it's you or me it gotta be you cause the ones I love need me\n  Even though this world is not my home I'm not homesick\n  I love my life and to protect it I'll go in yo dome, bitch\n\n  The brainiac, it's a known fact you can't sink me\n  Careers are dyin for niggas that's tryin to outthink me\n  You all know the Mega Don wrote the book\n  You wanna grow like the big boys? Take a look\n  You need to study, you motherfuckers don't believe in money\n  We lay our head where the weed is green and day is sunny\n  The Frankenstein, I never think of lines\n  They come to me in Deep Space 9 by design\n  A hoe conqured by the game\n  It ain't no stoppin this, the infamous name\n  Infest the metropolis\n  You can't keep my ass out the Lone State\n  Even though Joe and Face can push they own weight\n  It's the cavi collaboration\n  While some fools are happy in hibernation\n  And them the ones you can find short\n  And anybody testin Cube I'm stingin tongues like a 9 volt\n  Motherfucker\n"},{"id":31170688,"name":"2 Real","trackName":"2 Real","artistName":"Scarface feat. 3‐2, UGK & F.L.A.J.","albumName":"My Homies","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin\nHad to find my place\nBut the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue\nHad to dodge a case\nHad to dodge a bullet\nAnd the nigga that tried to pull it\nThe streets is throwed\nIf I don't get lean and blowed everyday\nI feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive\nAll my life this drive I tried\nI seen a lot of good niggas die\nCause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched\nOr somebody's a bitch\nI wish I could change the past\nBut I gots to live in the present and pray\nThat tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast\nShit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me\nBut, to tell the truth I didn't know myself\nI found out she had to told me\nJust to show me just how good I had it\nI guess I couldn't see it\nMild-mannered I just couldn't be it\nBut that was just the way we used to g it\nOne of the wrongest niggas I see\nOr one of the strongest niggas I know\nWalkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\nSo I put weed in the bong and I blow\nStay cool calm and collected a neglected\nChild that grew into a man that's widely respected\nToo real\n\n()\nI feel no pain\nI can't complain\nStuck in the game\nTryin to maintain\nCause I'm so real\n\n(pimp c)\nWe blow big everyday\nBut that don't stop our pain\nOr bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\nGot niggas doin 40\n\nWhen you 25 that's life\nI guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\nThese bitch ass niggas shife\nNiggas might snitch out they momma\nThat's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\nCause we ain't promised tommorow\nBut nigga you promised to die\nNigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\nAt night I talk to God and try to understand\nHow people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\nI guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\nSo I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\nI still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\nBut I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\nI guess that's true for some\nBut them hoes will never win\nOut here just hustlin and grindin\nTryin to change from niggas to men\n\nMy nigga you a ho to me\nBoy you done went off on me\nRunnin round with the fakin and hatin\nI'ma blast if you run up on me\nI'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\nThis matter coulda been resolved\nIf you woulda came clean and paid my shit\nSee niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\nPullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\nAnd fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\nNo respect for your family that's dead\nDon't write yo peoples locked up\nDamn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\nUnlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\nYou boys is funny\nI'm bout my money\nAnd oh so true\nMr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\nI'm too real","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2 Real\n  artist: Scarface feat. 3‐2, UGK & F.L.A.J.\n  album: My Homies\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: 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Or one of the strongest niggas I know\n  Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\n  So I put weed in the bong and I blow\n  Stay cool calm and collected a neglected\n  Child that grew into a man that's widely respected\n  Too real\n\n  ()\n  I feel no pain\n  I can't complain\n  Stuck in the game\n  Tryin to maintain\n  Cause I'm so real\n\n  (pimp c)\n  We blow big everyday\n  But that don't stop our pain\n  Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\n  Got niggas doin 40\n\n  When you 25 that's life\n  I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\n  These bitch ass niggas shife\n  Niggas might snitch out they momma\n  That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\n  Cause we ain't promised tommorow\n  But nigga you promised to die\n  Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\n  At night I talk to God and try to understand\n  How people can worship false prophets 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 But that was just the way we used to g it\n  One of the wrongest niggas I see\n  Or one of the strongest niggas I know\n  Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\n  So I put weed in the bong and I blow\n  Stay cool calm and collected a neglected\n  Child that grew into a man that's widely respected\n  Too real\n\n  ()\n  I feel no pain\n  I can't complain\n  Stuck in the game\n  Tryin to maintain\n  Cause I'm so real\n\n  (pimp c)\n  We blow big everyday\n  But that don't stop our pain\n  Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\n  Got niggas doin 40\n\n  When you 25 that's life\n  I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\n  These bitch ass niggas shife\n  Niggas might snitch out they momma\n  That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\n  Cause we ain't promised tommorow\n  But nigga you promised to die\n  Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\n  At 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somebody got to pay the price\nThese bitch ass niggas shife\nNiggas might snitch out they momma\nThat's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\nCause we ain't promised tommorow\nBut nigga you promised to die\nNigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\nAt night I talk to God and try to understand\nHow people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\nI guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\nSo I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\nI still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\nBut I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\nI guess that's true for some\nBut them hoes will never win\nOut here just hustlin and grindin\nTryin to change from niggas to men\n\nMy nigga you a ho to me\nBoy you done went off on me\nRunnin round with the fakin and hatin\nI'ma blast if you run up on me\nI'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\nThis matter coulda been 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I can't complain\n  Stuck in the game\n  Tryin to maintain\n  Cause I'm so real\n\n  (pimp c)\n  We blow big everyday\n  But that don't stop our pain\n  Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\n  Got niggas doin 40\n\n  When you 25 that's life\n  I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\n  These bitch ass niggas shife\n  Niggas might snitch out they momma\n  That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\n  Cause we ain't promised tommorow\n  But nigga you promised to die\n  Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\n  At night I talk to God and try to understand\n  How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\n  I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\n  So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\n  I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\n  But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\n  I guess that's true for some\n  But them hoes will never win\n  Out here just hustlin and grindin\n  Tryin to change from niggas to men\n\n  My nigga you a ho to me\n  Boy you done went off on me\n  Runnin round with the fakin and hatin\n  I'ma blast if you run up on me\n  I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\n  This matter coulda been resolved\n  If you woulda came clean and paid my shit\n  See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\n  Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\n  And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\n  No respect for your family that's dead\n  Don't write yo peoples locked up\n  Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\n  Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\n  You boys is funny\n  I'm bout my money\n  And oh so true\n  Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\n  I'm too real\n"},{"id":25158323,"name":"2 Real (feat. 3-2, Ugk & F L a J )","trackName":"2 Real (feat. 3-2, Ugk & F L a J 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she ain't know me\n  But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself\n  I found out she had to told me\n  Just to show me just how good I had it\n  I guess I couldn't see it\n  Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it\n  But that was just the way we used to g it\n  One of the wrongest niggas I see\n  Or one of the strongest niggas I know\n  Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\n  So I put weed in the bong and I blow\n  Stay cool calm and collected a neglected\n  Child that grew into a man that's widely respected\n  Too real\n\n  ()\n  I feel no pain\n  I can't complain\n  Stuck in the game\n  Tryin to maintain\n  Cause I'm so real\n\n  (pimp c)\n  We blow big everyday\n  But that don't stop our pain\n  Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\n  Got niggas doin 40\n\n  When you 25 that's life\n  I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\n  These bitch ass niggas shife\n  Niggas might snitch out they momma\n  That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\n  Cause we ain't promised tommorow\n  But nigga you promised to die\n  Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\n  At night I talk to God and try to understand\n  How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\n  I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\n  So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\n  I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\n  But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\n  I guess that's true for some\n  But them hoes will never win\n  Out here just hustlin and grindin\n  Tryin to change from niggas to men\n\n  My nigga you a ho to me\n  Boy you done went off on me\n  Runnin round with the fakin and hatin\n  I'ma blast if you run up on me\n  I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\n  This matter coulda been resolved\n  If you woulda came clean and paid my shit\n  See niggas 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explode on overload and overdrive\nAll my life this drive I tried\nI seen a lot of good niggas die\nCause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched\nOr somebody's a bitch\nI wish I could change the past\nBut I gots to live in the present and pray\nThat tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast\nShit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me\nBut, to tell the truth I didn't know myself\nI found out she had to told me\nJust to show me just how good I had it\nI guess I couldn't see it\nMild-mannered I just couldn't be it\nBut that was just the way we used to g it\nOne of the wrongest niggas I see\nOr one of the strongest niggas I know\nWalkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\nSo I put weed in the bong and I blow\nStay cool calm and collected a neglected\nChild that grew into a man that's widely respected\nToo real\n\n()\nI feel no pain\nI can't complain\nStuck in the game\nTryin to maintain\nCause I'm so real\n\n(pimp c)\nWe blow big everyday\nBut that don't stop our pain\nOr bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\nGot niggas doin 40\n\nWhen you 25 that's life\nI guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\nThese bitch ass niggas shife\nNiggas might snitch out they momma\nThat's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\nCause we ain't promised tommorow\nBut nigga you promised to die\nNigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\nAt night I talk to God and try to understand\nHow people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\nI guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\nSo I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\nI still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\nBut I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\nI guess that's true for some\nBut them hoes will never win\nOut here just hustlin and grindin\nTryin to change from niggas to men\n\nMy nigga you a ho to me\nBoy you done went off on me\nRunnin round with the fakin and hatin\nI'ma blast if you run up on me\nI'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\nThis matter coulda been resolved\nIf you woulda came clean and paid my shit\nSee niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\nPullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\nAnd fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\nNo respect for your family that's dead\nDon't write yo peoples locked up\nDamn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\nUnlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\nYou boys is funny\nI'm bout my money\nAnd oh so true\nMr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\nI'm too real","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2 Real Feat. 3-2, UGK & F.L.A.J.\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: My Homies (Disc 1)\n  duration_ms: 283440\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin\n  Had to find my place\n  But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue\n  Had to dodge a case\n  Had to dodge a bullet\n  And the nigga that tried to pull it\n  The streets is throwed\n  If I don't get lean and blowed everyday\n  I feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive\n  All my life this drive I tried\n  I seen a lot of good niggas die\n  Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched\n  Or somebody's a bitch\n  I wish I could change the past\n  But I gots to live in the present and pray\n  That tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast\n  Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me\n  But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself\n  I found out she had to told me\n  Just to show me just how good I had it\n  I guess I couldn't see it\n  Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it\n  But that was just the way we used to g it\n  One of the wrongest niggas I see\n  Or one of the strongest niggas I know\n  Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\n  So I put weed in the bong and I blow\n  Stay cool calm and collected a neglected\n  Child that grew into a man that's widely respected\n  Too real\n\n  ()\n  I feel no pain\n  I can't complain\n  Stuck in the game\n  Tryin to maintain\n  Cause I'm so real\n\n  (pimp c)\n  We blow big everyday\n  But that don't stop our pain\n  Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\n  Got niggas doin 40\n\n  When you 25 that's life\n  I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\n  These bitch ass niggas shife\n  Niggas might snitch out they momma\n  That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\n  Cause we ain't promised tommorow\n  But nigga you promised to die\n  Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\n  At night I talk to God and try to understand\n  How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\n  I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\n  So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\n  I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\n  But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\n  I guess that's true for some\n  But them hoes will never win\n  Out here just hustlin and grindin\n  Tryin to change from niggas to men\n\n  My nigga you a ho to me\n  Boy you done went off on me\n  Runnin round with the fakin and hatin\n  I'ma blast if you run up on me\n  I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\n  This matter coulda been resolved\n  If you woulda came clean and paid my shit\n  See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\n  Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\n  And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\n  No respect for your family that's dead\n  Don't write yo peoples locked up\n  Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\n  Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\n  You boys is funny\n  I'm bout my money\n  And oh so true\n  Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\n  I'm too real\n"},{"id":25386275,"name":"2 Real (feat. 3‐2, Ugk & F L a J )","trackName":"2 Real (feat. 3‐2, Ugk & F L a J )","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"My Homies","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin\nHad to find my place\nBut the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue\nHad to dodge a case\nHad to dodge a bullet\nAnd the nigga that tried to pull it\nThe streets is throwed\nIf I don't get lean and blowed everyday\nI feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive\nAll my life this drive I tried\nI seen a lot of good niggas die\nCause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched\nOr somebody's a bitch\nI wish I could change the past\nBut I gots to live in the present and pray\nThat tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast\nShit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me\nBut, to tell the truth I didn't know myself\nI found out she had to told me\nJust to show me just how good I had it\nI guess I couldn't see it\nMild-mannered I just couldn't be it\nBut that was just the way we used to g it\nOne of the wrongest niggas I see\nOr one of the strongest niggas I know\nWalkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\nSo I put weed in the bong and I blow\nStay cool calm and collected a neglected\nChild that grew into a man that's widely respected\nToo real\n\n()\nI feel no pain\nI can't complain\nStuck in the game\nTryin to maintain\nCause I'm so real\n\n(pimp c)\nWe blow big everyday\nBut that don't stop our pain\nOr bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\nGot niggas doin 40\n\nWhen you 25 that's life\nI guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\nThese bitch ass niggas shife\nNiggas might snitch out they momma\nThat's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\nCause we ain't promised tommorow\nBut nigga you promised to die\nNigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\nAt night I talk to God and try to understand\nHow people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\nI guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\nSo I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\nI still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\nBut I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\nI guess that's true for some\nBut them hoes will never win\nOut here just hustlin and grindin\nTryin to change from niggas to men\n\nMy nigga you a ho to me\nBoy you done went off on me\nRunnin round with the fakin and hatin\nI'ma blast if you run up on me\nI'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\nThis matter coulda been resolved\nIf you woulda came clean and paid my shit\nSee niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\nPullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\nAnd fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\nNo respect for your family that's dead\nDon't write yo peoples locked up\nDamn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\nUnlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\nYou boys is funny\nI'm bout my money\nAnd oh so true\nMr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\nI'm too real","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2 Real (feat. 3‐2, Ugk & F L a J )\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: My Homies\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin\n  Had to find my place\n  But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue\n  Had to dodge a case\n  Had to dodge a bullet\n  And the nigga that tried to pull it\n  The streets is throwed\n  If I don't get lean and blowed everyday\n  I feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive\n  All my life this drive I tried\n  I seen a lot of good niggas die\n  Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched\n  Or somebody's a bitch\n  I wish I could change the past\n  But I gots to live in the present and pray\n  That tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast\n  Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me\n  But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself\n  I found out she had to told me\n  Just to show me just how good I had it\n  I guess I couldn't see it\n  Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it\n  But that was just the way we used to g it\n  One of the wrongest niggas I see\n  Or one of the strongest niggas I know\n  Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\n  So I put weed in the bong and I blow\n  Stay cool calm and collected a neglected\n  Child that grew into a man that's widely respected\n  Too real\n\n  ()\n  I feel no pain\n  I can't complain\n  Stuck in the game\n  Tryin to maintain\n  Cause I'm so real\n\n  (pimp c)\n  We blow big everyday\n  But that don't stop our pain\n  Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\n  Got niggas doin 40\n\n  When you 25 that's life\n  I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\n  These bitch ass niggas shife\n  Niggas might snitch out they momma\n  That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\n  Cause we ain't promised tommorow\n  But nigga you promised to die\n  Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\n  At night I talk to God and try to understand\n  How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\n  I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\n  So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\n  I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\n  But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\n  I guess that's true for some\n  But them hoes will never win\n  Out here just hustlin and grindin\n  Tryin to change from niggas to men\n\n  My nigga you a ho to me\n  Boy you done went off on me\n  Runnin round with the fakin and hatin\n  I'ma blast if you run up on me\n  I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\n  This matter coulda been resolved\n  If you woulda came clean and paid my shit\n  See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\n  Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\n  And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\n  No respect for your family that's dead\n  Don't write yo peoples locked up\n  Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\n  Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\n  You boys is funny\n  I'm bout my money\n  And oh so true\n  Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\n  I'm too real\n"},{"id":22210982,"name":"2 Real (feat 3-2, UGK and F.L.A.J) (Amended LP Version)","trackName":"2 Real (feat 3-2, UGK and F.L.A.J) (Amended LP Version)","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"My Homies","duration":283.5330609,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin\nHad to find my place\nBut the world can leave a 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neglected\nChild that grew into a man that's widely respected\nToo real\n\n()\nI feel no pain\nI can't complain\nStuck in the game\nTryin to maintain\nCause I'm so real\n\n(pimp c)\nWe blow big everyday\nBut that don't stop our pain\nOr bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\nGot niggas doin 40\n\nWhen you 25 that's life\nI guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\nThese bitch ass niggas shife\nNiggas might snitch out they momma\nThat's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\nCause we ain't promised tommorow\nBut nigga you promised to die\nNigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\nAt night I talk to God and try to understand\nHow people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\nI guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\nSo I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\nI still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\nBut I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\nI guess that's true for some\nBut them hoes will never win\nOut here just hustlin and grindin\nTryin to change from niggas to men\n\nMy nigga you a ho to me\nBoy you done went off on me\nRunnin round with the fakin and hatin\nI'ma blast if you run up on me\nI'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\nThis matter coulda been resolved\nIf you woulda came clean and paid my shit\nSee niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\nPullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\nAnd fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\nNo respect for your family that's dead\nDon't write yo peoples locked up\nDamn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\nUnlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\nYou boys is funny\nI'm bout my money\nAnd oh so true\nMr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\nI'm too real","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2 Real (feat 3-2, UGK and F.L.A.J) 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couldn't be it\n  But that was just the way we used to g it\n  One of the wrongest niggas I see\n  Or one of the strongest niggas I know\n  Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know\n  So I put weed in the bong and I blow\n  Stay cool calm and collected a neglected\n  Child that grew into a man that's widely respected\n  Too real\n\n  ()\n  I feel no pain\n  I can't complain\n  Stuck in the game\n  Tryin to maintain\n  Cause I'm so real\n\n  (pimp c)\n  We blow big everyday\n  But that don't stop our pain\n  Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game\n  Got niggas doin 40\n\n  When you 25 that's life\n  I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price\n  These bitch ass niggas shife\n  Niggas might snitch out they momma\n  That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama\n  Cause we ain't promised tommorow\n  But nigga you promised to die\n  Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry\n  At night I talk to God and try to understand\n  How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man\n  I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back\n  So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks\n  I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones\n  But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun\n  I guess that's true for some\n  But them hoes will never win\n  Out here just hustlin and grindin\n  Tryin to change from niggas to men\n\n  My nigga you a ho to me\n  Boy you done went off on me\n  Runnin round with the fakin and hatin\n  I'ma blast if you run up on me\n  I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch\n  This matter coulda been resolved\n  If you woulda came clean and paid my shit\n  See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last\n  Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass\n  And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up\n  No respect for your family that's dead\n  Don't write yo peoples locked up\n  Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game\n  Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name\n  You boys is funny\n  I'm bout my money\n  And oh so true\n  Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you\n  I'm too real\n"},{"id":23925685,"name":"Menace ll Society (feat. 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Scarface & Allen Anthony)","artistName":"Philthy Rich","albumName":"Not Enough Real N*ggas Left 2, Pt. 2","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chief's O-Dog and I'm Caine\nMy young niggas they sniff cane\nThem fuck niggas they so lame\nStill on the bitch and I'm in the game\nIn my side that I be a menace\nA tribute to all the killin's\nIn '08 I lost my feelin's\nAnd them mothafuckas is still missin'\nIts Sem City to that O block\nKill Zone to that Chiraq\nGotta get on niggas gon knock em down\nAnd best believe Ima double back\nI been turnt up since a lil nigga\nNo alcohol no pills nigga\nI do this shit forreal nigga\nMy circle full of them real niggas\nShow true to my religion\nDisrespect that guns get to clappin'\nGet good with them\nIf a young nigga don't make a wrap\nNo he say no she say\nBitch everyday be a payday\nShouts out my lil brotha JayBay I\nJust gave him that new k\nTeam of shooters on my side they\nIn the house and we outside\nSeminary where I reside seminary\nWhere I'mma die yeah bitch I been a menace\nMe Dre Freddy Robert Willy Dennis\nFree Dane and free Mall free bands\nBitch I'm at the mall it's Philthy\nI got my 40 with the 30 cocked\nI'm shootin' broad day (Bang bang)\nI'm walkin' in yo' buildin'\nShootin' up yo' hallway (Bang bang)\nBitch, I'm a menace to society what\nThe judge just told me (Sosa baby)\nAnd I don't fuck with y'all, boy\nAll I smoke is OJ (Dope)\nWe got FNs, MACs and TECs\nWe got AKs with the drums (Bang bang)\nAnd all of youngins just in my\nHood love playin' with guns (Bang bang)\nRide by like it's a drive-by\nMy boys sprayin' for fun (Bang bang)\nAnd yo' ass gon' be dead so\nThere ain't no sayin' you won (Nah)\nAnd I got a 100 shots and, bitch\nI'm darin' you run (Nah)\nI call the shots, let off some shots\nThey tearin' you up (Bang bang)\nI'm tired of fannin' niggas down\nI'mma start fannin' em up (yeah)\nWe some savages\nAnd your life is a gamble with us (O'Block)\nWe let off Glocks and choppa shots, boy\nDon't get rained on (Nah)\nThem hollow tips gon' follow him\nHe besta lay low (Nah)\n'Cause if he disrespect my set, ho\nThat boy got a halo (yeah)\n'Cause if he disrespect my set, ho\nThat boy got a halo (Bang)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Menace ll Society (feat. 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