[{"id":21524776,"name":"Now I Feel Ya","trackName":"Now I Feel Ya","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"The Best of Scarface","duration":138.44898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"...it's a new day... ya know what i'm sayin'?\n\nA new day brings a new problem to a brother\nAnd all i gots ta say is thank god for my mother\nCause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke\nEither locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope\nThe lord he had a plan for me\nAnd with his help my mother made a man of me\nDidn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\nTaught me how to save my little dividends\nSo when i graduated i'd have a little school money\nBut in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\nAnd flunked outta school with the flag pole\nAnd left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\nBecause my mother worked the fingers to the bone\nCause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\nMy real pops he broke out with the style\nSo i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\nSo now we livin' comftable\nTaught me the game and how to be responsible\nBut back then i couldn't see it\nI wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\nAnd ended up in a big fight\nAnd told me not to come home until i got my shit right\nSo now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\nMy grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\nAnd keepin' me ain't no big deal\nBut now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\nBeing kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\nEven though my grandfather just had a stroke\nAnd now the money's low\nAnd pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\nOr either try to find a job so i can help out\nI'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\nAnd when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\nSo my family can have a better place to stay\nI'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\nI can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\nAnd now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\nShe just prayin' for me heavily\nTake care of her grandson\nAnd the lord must of heard her prayer\nCause he made me get a grip\nAnd got me on up outta there\nI heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n\nYou couldn't have told me nothin' back then\nBut now i feel ya...\n\nI'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\nMy baby's mother just had my first son\nMay eleven, i never will forget the day\nA star's born, let's name him little scarface\nMy first born and yo i'm a proud father\nI gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\nAnd sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\nBut what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\nI buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\nAnd he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\nI buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\nBecause the tonka toys will only punk my boy\nAnd i don't want my son to look at life\nThrough a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\nBut yet and still i let my son be a kid\nJust give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\nSo when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\nThe game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\nAnd now my son is four years old\nI really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\nBecause these years he'll remember most\nSo it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\nBut i got a buncha obstacles\nIf it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\nNow everybody's got my baby\nWantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n\"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\nI just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\nBecause my mother knows the real deal\nAll these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\nSo now we in and outta cope\nTryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\nTellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\nNow eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\nCome to find out, the girl never had me\nShe's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\nAnd biological tests can prove\nYou gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\nBut now i finally got a real daughter\nNo need for the testin'\nI know that i'm the baby's father\nI heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\nYou couldn't have told me nothin' back then\nBut now i feel ya...\n\nI feel ya...\n\nNow i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\nIt's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\nAnd got a bigger stick to fight with\nI'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\nBecause we livin' in a concentration set\nAnd everyday, we face to face with death\nI seen my homies go and come\nAnd judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\nSo i know my number's comin' up\nSo i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\nAnd even though i hate killin' off my own kind\nI gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\nMy brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\nDon't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\nSo united we stand but we gonna fall quick\nBecause we always tryin to take another brother's shit\nAnd the cops is in the same vote\nJust because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\nThey shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\nThey shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\nAnd now the story's all twisted up\nAnd if they gave the cop the chair\nI really wouldn't give a fuck\nBecause she left my partner's family with memories\nAnd after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\nBut yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\nI see his parents and then i started breakin' up\nBecause i know what you did was wrong\nBut you won't realize until you dead and gone\nIt ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\nYou straight up shot him from behind\nBut all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\nYou give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\nBut you gotta tell your story to the judge\nNot the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\nAnd if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\nThen in reality you took care of your business\nBut regardless i know you wanna kill me\nBut i ain't goin' out like dat\n\nYa feel me?\n\n...yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.50] ...it's a new day... ya know what i'm sayin'?\n[00:24.13] A new day brings a new problem to a brother\n[00:27.36] And all i gots ta say is thank god for my mother\n[00:30.57] Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke\n[00:33.45] Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope\n[00:36.37] The lord he had a plan for me\n[00:40.01] And with his help my mother made a man of me\n[00:43.08] Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\n[00:46.74] Taught me how to save my little dividends\n[00:48.80] So when i graduated i'd have a little school money\n[00:52.37] But in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\n[00:55.06] And flunked outta school with the flag pole\n[00:59.03] And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\n[01:01.11] Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone\n[01:04.06] Cause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\n[01:07.02] My real pops he broke out with the style\n[01:10.27] So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n[01:13.11] So now we livin' comftable\n[01:15.87] Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n[01:19.38] But back then i couldn't see it\n[01:21.79] I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\n[01:25.47] And ended up in a big fight\n[01:28.01] And told me not to come home until i got my shit right\n[01:31.53] So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\n[01:34.72] My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n[01:37.42] And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n[01:40.09] But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\n[01:43.81] Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\n[01:46.76] Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n[01:49.96] And now the money's low\n[01:52.66] And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n[01:55.85] Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n[01:58.88] I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n[02:02.33] And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n[02:04.92] So my family can have a better place to stay\n[02:08.14] I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n[02:11.68] I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n[02:14.54] And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n[02:17.21] She just prayin' for me heavily\n[02:18.53] Take care of her grandson\n[02:20.23] And the lord must of heard her prayer\n[02:22.89] Cause he made me get a grip\n[02:24.47] And got me on up outta there\n[02:26.45] I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n[02:30.60] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[02:33.44] But now i feel ya...\n[02:36.37] I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n[02:57.97] My baby's mother just had my first son\n[02:59.05] May eleven, i never will forget the day\n[03:01.13] A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n[03:04.35] My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n[03:07.34] I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n[03:08.61] And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n[03:13.17] But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n[03:16.67] I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n[03:19.51] And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n[03:22.78] I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n[03:25.46] Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n[03:28.92] And i don't want my son to look at life\n[03:31.04] Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n[03:34.71] But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n[03:37.47] Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n[03:40.69] So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n[03:43.69] The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n[03:47.10] And now my son is four years old\n[03:49.42] I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n[03:52.63] Because these years he'll remember most\n[03:55.69] So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n[03:59.05] But i got a buncha obstacles\n[04:01.44] If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n[04:04.91] Now everybody's got my baby\n[04:07.70] Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n[04:11.02] \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n[04:14.08] I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n[04:17.25] Because my mother knows the real deal\n[04:19.93] All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n[04:23.31] So now we in and outta cope\n[04:25.22] Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n[04:29.60] Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n[04:32.27] Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n[04:35.65] Come to find out, the girl never had me\n[04:38.84] She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n[04:41.81] And biological tests can prove\n[04:44.26] You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n[04:47.71] But now i finally got a real daughter\n[04:50.99] No need for the testin'\n[04:51.96] I know that i'm the baby's father\n[04:53.88] I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n[04:56.25] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[04:58.68] But now i feel ya...\n[05:06.13] I feel ya...\n[05:18.15] Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n[05:20.57] It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n[05:24.22] And got a bigger stick to fight with\n[05:27.25] I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n[05:30.25] Because we livin' in a concentration set\n[05:33.43] And everyday, we face to face with death\n[05:35.88] I seen my homies go and come\n[05:39.34] And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n[05:42.39] So i know my number's comin' up\n[05:44.93] So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n[05:48.15] And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n[05:51.69] I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n[05:54.35] My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n[05:57.83] Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n[06:00.43] So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n[06:03.49] Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n[06:06.65] And the cops is in the same vote\n[06:09.26] Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n[06:12.27] They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n[06:15.63] They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n[06:19.12] And now the story's all twisted up\n[06:21.31] And if they gave the cop the chair\n[06:22.95] I really wouldn't give a fuck\n[06:24.76] Because she left my partner's family with memories\n[06:27.43] And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n[06:30.62] But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n[06:33.83] I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n[06:37.02] Because i know what you did was wrong\n[06:39.48] But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n[06:43.13] It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n[06:47.44] You straight up shot him from behind\n[06:49.94] But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n[06:52.89] You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n[06:56.06] But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n[06:58.10] Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n[07:01.95] And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n[07:04.90] Then in reality you took care of your business\n[07:08.08] But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n[07:10.99] But i ain't goin' out like dat\n[07:12.68] Ya feel me?\n[07:16.31] ...yeah\n[07:20.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Now I Feel Ya\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: The Best of Scarface\n  duration_ms: 138449\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '...it''s a new day... ya know what i''m sayin''?'\n  start_ms: 17500\n  end_ms: 24130\n- text: A new day brings a new problem to a brother\n  start_ms: 24130\n  end_ms: 27360\n- text: And all i 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without my mommy dear my life would've been joke\n  Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope\n  The lord he had a plan for me\n  And with his help my mother made a man of me\n  Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\n  Taught me how to save my little dividends\n  So when i graduated i'd have a little school money\n  But in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\n  And flunked outta school with the flag pole\n  And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\n  Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone\n  Cause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\n  My real pops he broke out with the style\n  So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n  So now we livin' comftable\n  Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n  But back then i couldn't see it\n  I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\n  And ended up in a big fight\n  And told me not to come home until i got my shit right\n  So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\n  My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n  And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n  But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\n  Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\n  Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n  And now the money's low\n  And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n  Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n  I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n  And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n  So my family can have a better place to stay\n  I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n  I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n  And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n  She just prayin' for me heavily\n  Take care of her grandson\n  And the lord must of heard her prayer\n  Cause he made me get a grip\n  And got me on up outta there\n  I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n  My baby's mother just had my first son\n  May eleven, i never will forget the day\n  A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n  My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n  I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n  And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n  But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n  I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n  And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n  I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n  Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n  And i don't want my son to look at life\n  Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n  But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n  Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n  So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n  The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n  And now my son is four years old\n  I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n  Because these years he'll remember most\n  So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n  But i got a buncha obstacles\n  If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n  Now everybody's got my baby\n  Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n  \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n  I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n  Because my mother knows the real deal\n  All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n  So now we in and outta cope\n  Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n  Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n  Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n  Come to find out, the girl never had me\n  She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n  And biological tests can prove\n  You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n  But now i finally got a real daughter\n  No need for the testin'\n  I know that i'm the baby's father\n  I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta 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 But i ain't goin' out like dat\n\n  Ya feel me?\n\n  ...yeah\n"},{"id":13144053,"name":"Now I Feel Ya","trackName":"Now I Feel Ya","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"Mr. Scarface: Greatest Hits","duration":452.937143,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"...it's a new day... ya know what i'm sayin'?\n\nA new day brings a new problem to a brother\nAnd all i gots ta say is thank god for my mother\nCause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke\nEither locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope\nThe lord he had a plan for me\nAnd with his help my mother made a man of me\nDidn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\nTaught me how to save my little dividends\nSo when i graduated i'd have a little school money\nBut in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\nAnd flunked outta school with the flag pole\nAnd left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\nBecause my mother worked the fingers to the bone\nCause we was alone, and me i bought a 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my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\nShe just prayin' for me heavily\nTake care of her grandson\nAnd the lord must of heard her prayer\nCause he made me get a grip\nAnd got me on up outta there\nI heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n\nYou couldn't have told me nothin' back then\nBut now i feel ya...\n\nI'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\nMy baby's mother just had my first son\nMay eleven, i never will forget the day\nA star's born, let's name him little scarface\nMy first born and yo i'm a proud father\nI gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\nAnd sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\nBut what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\nI buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\nAnd he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\nI buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\nBecause the tonka toys will only punk my boy\nAnd i don't want my son to look at life\nThrough a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\nBut yet and still i let my son be a 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grandson\nAnd the lord must of heard her prayer\nCause he made me get a grip\nAnd got me on up outta there\nI heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n\nYou couldn't have told me nothin' back then\nBut now i feel ya...\n\nI'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\nMy baby's mother just had my first son\nMay eleven, i never will forget the day\nA star's born, let's name him little scarface\nMy first born and yo i'm a proud father\nI gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\nAnd sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\nBut what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\nI buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\nAnd he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\nI buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\nBecause the tonka toys will only punk my boy\nAnd i don't want my son to look at life\nThrough a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\nBut yet and still i let my son be a kid\nJust give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\nSo when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\nThe game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\nAnd now my son is four years old\nI really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\nBecause these years he'll remember most\nSo it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\nBut i got a buncha obstacles\nIf it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\nNow everybody's got my baby\nWantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n\"it's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\nI just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\nBecause my mother knows the real deal\nAll these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\nSo now we in and outta cope\nTryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\nTellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\nNow eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\nCome to find out, the girl never had me\nShe's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\nAnd biological tests can prove\nYou gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\nBut now i finally got a real daughter\nNo need for the testin'\nI know that i'm the baby's father\nI heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\nYou couldn't have told me nothin' back then\nBut now i feel ya...\n\nI feel ya...\n\nNow i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\nIt's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\nAnd got a bigger stick to fight with\nI'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\nBecause we livin' in a concentration set\nAnd everyday, we face to face with death\nI seen my homies go and come\nAnd judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\nSo i know my number's comin' up\nSo i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\nAnd even though i hate killin' off my own kind\nI gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\nMy brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\nDon't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\nSo united we stand but we gonna fall quick\nBecause we always tryin to take another brother's shit\nAnd the cops is in the same vote\nJust because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\nThey shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\nThey shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\nAnd now the story's all twisted up\nAnd if they gave the cop the chair\nI really wouldn't give a fuck\nBecause she left my partner's family with memories\nAnd after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\nBut yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\nI see his parents and then i started breakin' up\nBecause i know what you did was wrong\nBut you won't realize until you dead and gone\nIt ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\nYou straight up shot him from behind\nBut all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\nYou give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\nBut you gotta tell your story to the judge\nNot the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\nAnd if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\nThen in reality you took care of your business\nBut regardless i know you wanna kill me\nBut i ain't goin' out like dat\n\nYa feel me?\n\n...yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.50] ...it's a new day... ya know what i'm sayin'?\n[00:24.13] A new day brings a new problem to a brother\n[00:27.36] And all i gots ta say is thank god for my mother\n[00:30.57] Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke\n[00:33.45] Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope\n[00:36.37] The lord he had a plan for me\n[00:40.01] And with his help my mother made a man of me\n[00:43.08] Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\n[00:46.74] Taught me how to save my little dividends\n[00:48.80] So when i graduated i'd have a little school money\n[00:52.37] But in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\n[00:55.06] And flunked outta school with the flag pole\n[00:59.03] And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\n[01:01.11] Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone\n[01:04.06] Cause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\n[01:07.02] My real pops he broke out with the style\n[01:10.27] So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n[01:13.11] So now we livin' comftable\n[01:15.87] Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n[01:19.38] But back then i couldn't see it\n[01:21.79] I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\n[01:25.47] And ended up in a big fight\n[01:28.01] And told me not to come home until i got my shit right\n[01:31.53] So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\n[01:34.72] My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n[01:37.42] And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n[01:40.09] But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\n[01:43.81] Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\n[01:46.76] Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n[01:49.96] And now the money's low\n[01:52.66] And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n[01:55.85] Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n[01:58.88] I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n[02:02.33] And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n[02:04.92] So my family can have a better place to stay\n[02:08.14] I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n[02:11.68] I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n[02:14.54] And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n[02:17.21] She just prayin' for me heavily\n[02:18.53] Take care of her grandson\n[02:20.23] And the lord must of heard her prayer\n[02:22.89] Cause he made me get a grip\n[02:24.47] And got me on up outta there\n[02:26.45] I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n[02:30.60] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[02:33.44] But now i feel ya...\n[02:36.37] I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n[02:57.97] My baby's mother just had my first son\n[02:59.05] May eleven, i never will forget the day\n[03:01.13] A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n[03:04.35] My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n[03:07.34] I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n[03:08.61] And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n[03:13.17] But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n[03:16.67] I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n[03:19.51] And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n[03:22.78] I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n[03:25.46] Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n[03:28.92] And i don't want my son to look at life\n[03:31.04] Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n[03:34.71] But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n[03:37.47] Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n[03:40.69] So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n[03:43.69] The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n[03:47.10] And now my son is four years old\n[03:49.42] I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n[03:52.63] Because these years he'll remember most\n[03:55.69] So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n[03:59.05] But i got a buncha obstacles\n[04:01.44] If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n[04:04.91] Now everybody's got my baby\n[04:07.70] Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n[04:11.02] \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n[04:14.08] I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n[04:17.25] Because my mother knows the real deal\n[04:19.93] All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n[04:23.31] So now we in and outta cope\n[04:25.22] Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n[04:29.60] Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n[04:32.27] Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n[04:35.65] Come to find out, the girl never had me\n[04:38.84] She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n[04:41.81] And biological tests can prove\n[04:44.26] You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n[04:47.71] But now i finally got a real daughter\n[04:50.99] No need for the testin'\n[04:51.96] I know that i'm the baby's father\n[04:53.88] I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n[04:56.25] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[04:58.68] But now i feel ya...\n[05:06.13] I feel ya...\n[05:18.15] Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n[05:20.57] It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n[05:24.22] And got a bigger stick to fight with\n[05:27.25] I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n[05:30.25] Because we livin' in a concentration set\n[05:33.43] And everyday, we face to face with death\n[05:35.88] I seen my homies go and come\n[05:39.34] And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n[05:42.39] So i know my number's comin' up\n[05:44.93] So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n[05:48.15] And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n[05:51.69] I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n[05:54.35] My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n[05:57.83] Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n[06:00.43] So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n[06:03.49] Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n[06:06.65] And the cops is in the same vote\n[06:09.26] Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n[06:12.27] They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n[06:15.63] They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n[06:19.12] And now the story's all twisted up\n[06:21.31] And if they gave the cop the chair\n[06:22.95] I really wouldn't give a fuck\n[06:24.76] Because she left my partner's family with memories\n[06:27.43] And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n[06:30.62] But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n[06:33.83] I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n[06:37.02] Because i know what you did was wrong\n[06:39.48] But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n[06:43.13] It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n[06:47.44] You straight up shot him from behind\n[06:49.94] But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n[06:52.89] You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n[06:56.06] But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n[06:58.10] Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n[07:01.95] And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n[07:04.90] Then in reality you took care of your business\n[07:08.08] But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n[07:10.99] But i ain't goin' out like dat\n[07:12.68] Ya feel me?\n[07:16.31] ...yeah\n[07:20.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 194. 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 But i ain't goin' out like dat\n\n  Ya feel me?\n\n  ...yeah\n"},{"id":18396526,"name":"275. 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child\nSo now we livin' comftable\nTaught me the game and how to be responsible\nBut back then i couldn't see it\nI wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\nAnd ended up in a big fight\nAnd told me not to come home until i got my shit right\nSo now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\nMy grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\nAnd keepin' me ain't no big deal\nBut now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\nBeing kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\nEven though my grandfather just had a stroke\nAnd now the money's low\nAnd pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\nOr either try to find a job so i can help out\nI'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\nAnd when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\nSo my family can have a better place to stay\nI'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\nI can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\nAnd now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\nShe just prayin' for me heavily\nTake care of her grandson\nAnd the lord must of heard her prayer\nCause he made me get a grip\nAnd got me on up outta there\nI heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n\nYou couldn't have told me nothin' back then\nBut now i feel ya...\n\nI'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\nMy baby's mother just had my first son\nMay eleven, i never will forget the day\nA star's born, let's name him little scarface\nMy first born and yo i'm a proud father\nI gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\nAnd sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\nBut what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\nI buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\nAnd he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\nI buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\nBecause the tonka toys will only punk my boy\nAnd i don't want my son to look at life\nThrough a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\nBut yet and still i let my son be a kid\nJust give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\nSo when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\nThe game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\nAnd now my son is four years old\nI really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\nBecause these years he'll remember most\nSo it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\nBut i got a buncha obstacles\nIf it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\nNow everybody's got my baby\nWantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n\"it's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\nI just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\nBecause my mother knows the real deal\nAll these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\nSo now we in and outta cope\nTryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\nTellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\nNow eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\nCome to find out, the girl never had me\nShe's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\nAnd biological tests can prove\nYou gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\nBut now i finally got a real daughter\nNo need for the testin'\nI know that i'm the baby's father\nI heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\nYou couldn't have told me nothin' back then\nBut now i feel ya...\n\nI feel ya...\n\nNow i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\nIt's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\nAnd got a bigger stick to fight with\nI'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\nBecause we livin' in a concentration set\nAnd everyday, we face to face with death\nI seen my homies go and come\nAnd judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\nSo i know my number's comin' up\nSo i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\nAnd even though i hate killin' off my own kind\nI gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\nMy brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\nDon't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\nSo united we stand but we gonna fall quick\nBecause we always tryin to take another brother's shit\nAnd the cops is in the same vote\nJust because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\nThey shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\nThey shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\nAnd now the story's all twisted up\nAnd if they gave the cop the chair\nI really wouldn't give a fuck\nBecause she left my partner's family with memories\nAnd after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\nBut yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\nI see his parents and then i started breakin' up\nBecause i know what you did was wrong\nBut you won't realize until you dead and gone\nIt ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\nYou straight up shot him from behind\nBut all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\nYou give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\nBut you gotta tell your story to the judge\nNot the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\nAnd if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\nThen in reality you took care of your business\nBut regardless i know you wanna kill me\nBut i ain't goin' out like dat\n\nYa feel me?\n\n...yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.50] ...it's a new day... ya know what i'm sayin'?\n[00:24.13] A new day brings a new problem to a brother\n[00:27.36] And all i gots ta say is thank god for my mother\n[00:30.57] Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke\n[00:33.45] Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope\n[00:36.37] The lord he had a plan for me\n[00:40.01] And with his help my mother made a man of me\n[00:43.08] Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\n[00:46.74] Taught me how to save my little dividends\n[00:48.80] So when i graduated i'd have a little school money\n[00:52.37] But in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\n[00:55.06] And flunked outta school with the flag pole\n[00:59.03] And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\n[01:01.11] Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone\n[01:04.06] Cause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\n[01:07.02] My real pops he broke out with the style\n[01:10.27] So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n[01:13.11] So now we livin' comftable\n[01:15.87] Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n[01:19.38] But back then i couldn't see it\n[01:21.79] I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\n[01:25.47] And ended up in a big fight\n[01:28.01] And told me not to come home until i got my shit right\n[01:31.53] So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\n[01:34.72] My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n[01:37.42] And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n[01:40.09] But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\n[01:43.81] Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\n[01:46.76] Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n[01:49.96] And now the money's low\n[01:52.66] And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n[01:55.85] Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n[01:58.88] I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n[02:02.33] And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n[02:04.92] So my family can have a better place to stay\n[02:08.14] I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n[02:11.68] I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n[02:14.54] And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n[02:17.21] She just prayin' for me heavily\n[02:18.53] Take care of her grandson\n[02:20.23] And the lord must of heard her prayer\n[02:22.89] Cause he made me get a grip\n[02:24.47] And got me on up outta there\n[02:26.45] I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n[02:30.60] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[02:33.44] But now i feel ya...\n[02:36.37] I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n[02:57.97] My baby's mother just had my first son\n[02:59.05] May eleven, i never will forget the day\n[03:01.13] A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n[03:04.35] My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n[03:07.34] I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n[03:08.61] And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n[03:13.17] But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n[03:16.67] I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n[03:19.51] And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n[03:22.78] I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n[03:25.46] Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n[03:28.92] And i don't want my son to look at life\n[03:31.04] Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n[03:34.71] But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n[03:37.47] Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n[03:40.69] So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n[03:43.69] The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n[03:47.10] And now my son is four years old\n[03:49.42] I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n[03:52.63] Because these years he'll remember most\n[03:55.69] So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n[03:59.05] But i got a buncha obstacles\n[04:01.44] If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n[04:04.91] Now everybody's got my baby\n[04:07.70] Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n[04:11.02] \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n[04:14.08] I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n[04:17.25] Because my mother knows the real deal\n[04:19.93] All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n[04:23.31] So now we in and outta cope\n[04:25.22] Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n[04:29.60] Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n[04:32.27] Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n[04:35.65] Come to find out, the girl never had me\n[04:38.84] She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n[04:41.81] And biological tests can prove\n[04:44.26] You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n[04:47.71] But now i finally got a real daughter\n[04:50.99] No need for the testin'\n[04:51.96] I know that i'm the baby's father\n[04:53.88] I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n[04:56.25] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[04:58.68] But now i feel ya...\n[05:06.13] I feel ya...\n[05:18.15] Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n[05:20.57] It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n[05:24.22] And got a bigger stick to fight with\n[05:27.25] I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n[05:30.25] Because we livin' in a concentration set\n[05:33.43] And everyday, we face to face with death\n[05:35.88] I seen my homies go and come\n[05:39.34] And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n[05:42.39] So i know my number's comin' up\n[05:44.93] So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n[05:48.15] And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n[05:51.69] I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n[05:54.35] My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n[05:57.83] Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n[06:00.43] So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n[06:03.49] Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n[06:06.65] And the cops is in the same vote\n[06:09.26] Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n[06:12.27] They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n[06:15.63] They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n[06:19.12] And now the story's all twisted up\n[06:21.31] And if they gave the cop the chair\n[06:22.95] I really wouldn't give a fuck\n[06:24.76] Because she left my partner's family with memories\n[06:27.43] And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n[06:30.62] But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n[06:33.83] I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n[06:37.02] Because i know what you did was wrong\n[06:39.48] But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n[06:43.13] It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n[06:47.44] You straight up shot him from behind\n[06:49.94] But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n[06:52.89] You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n[06:56.06] But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n[06:58.10] Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n[07:01.95] And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n[07:04.90] Then in reality you took care of your business\n[07:08.08] But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n[07:10.99] But i ain't goin' out like dat\n[07:12.68] Ya feel me?\n[07:16.31] ...yeah\n[07:20.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 275. 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real daughter\n[04:50.99] No need for the testin'\n[04:51.96] I know that i'm the baby's father\n[04:53.88] I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n[04:56.25] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[04:58.68] But now i feel ya...\n[05:06.13] I feel ya...\n[05:18.15] Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n[05:20.57] It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n[05:24.22] And got a bigger stick to fight with\n[05:27.25] I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n[05:30.25] Because we livin' in a concentration set\n[05:33.43] And everyday, we face to face with death\n[05:35.88] I seen my homies go and come\n[05:39.34] And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n[05:42.39] So i know my number's comin' up\n[05:44.93] So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n[05:48.15] And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n[05:51.69] I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n[05:54.35] My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n[05:57.83] Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n[06:00.43] So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n[06:03.49] Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n[06:06.65] And the cops is in the same vote\n[06:09.26] Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n[06:12.27] They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n[06:15.63] They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n[06:19.12] And now the story's all twisted up\n[06:21.31] And if they gave the cop the chair\n[06:22.95] I really wouldn't give a fuck\n[06:24.76] Because she left my partner's family with memories\n[06:27.43] And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n[06:30.62] But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n[06:33.83] I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n[06:37.02] Because i know what you did was wrong\n[06:39.48] But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n[06:43.13] It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n[06:47.44] You straight up shot him from behind\n[06:49.94] But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n[06:52.89] You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n[06:56.06] But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n[06:58.10] Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n[07:01.95] And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n[07:04.90] Then in reality you took care of your business\n[07:08.08] But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n[07:10.99] But i ain't goin' out like dat\n[07:12.68] Ya feel me?\n[07:16.31] ...yeah\n[07:20.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 275. 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48800\n- text: So when i graduated i'd have a little school money\n  start_ms: 48800\n  end_ms: 52370\n- text: But in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\n  start_ms: 52370\n  end_ms: 55060\n- text: And flunked outta school with the flag pole\n  start_ms: 55060\n  end_ms: 59030\n- text: And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\n  start_ms: 59030\n  end_ms: 61110\n- text: Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone\n  start_ms: 61110\n  end_ms: 64060\n- text: Cause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\n  start_ms: 64060\n  end_ms: 67020\n- text: My real pops he broke out with the style\n  start_ms: 67020\n  end_ms: 70270\n- text: So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n  start_ms: 70270\n  end_ms: 73110\n- text: So now we livin' comftable\n  start_ms: 73110\n  end_ms: 75870\n- text: Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n  start_ms: 75870\n  end_ms: 79380\n- text: But back then i couldn't see it\n  start_ms: 79380\n  end_ms: 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real pops he broke out with the style\n  So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n  So now we livin' comftable\n  Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n  But back then i couldn't see it\n  I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\n  And ended up in a big fight\n  And told me not to come home until i got my shit right\n  So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\n  My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n  And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n  But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\n  Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\n  Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n  And now the money's low\n  And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n  Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n  I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n  And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n  So my family can have a better place to stay\n  I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n  I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n  And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n  She just prayin' for me heavily\n  Take care of her grandson\n  And the lord must of heard her prayer\n  Cause he made me get a grip\n  And got me on up outta there\n  I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n  My baby's mother just had my first son\n  May eleven, i never will forget the day\n  A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n  My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n  I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n  And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n  But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n  I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n  And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n  I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n  Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n  And i don't want my son to look at life\n  Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n  But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n  Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n  So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n  The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n  And now my son is four years old\n  I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n  Because these years he'll remember most\n  So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n  But i got a buncha obstacles\n  If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n  Now everybody's got my baby\n  Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n  \"it's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n  I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n  Because my mother knows the real deal\n  All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n  So now we in and outta cope\n  Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n  Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n  Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n  Come to find out, the girl never had me\n  She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n  And biological tests can prove\n  You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n  But now i finally got a real daughter\n  No need for the testin'\n  I know that i'm the baby's father\n  I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I feel ya...\n\n  Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n  It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n  And got a bigger stick to fight with\n  I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n  Because we livin' in a concentration set\n  And everyday, we face to face with death\n  I seen my homies go and come\n  And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n  So i know my number's comin' up\n  So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n  And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n  I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n  My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n  Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n  So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n  Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n  And the cops is in the same vote\n  Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n  They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n  They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n  And now the story's all twisted up\n  And if they gave the cop the chair\n  I really wouldn't give a fuck\n  Because she left my partner's family with memories\n  And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n  But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n  I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n  Because i know what you did was wrong\n  But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n  It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n  You straight 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brother's gonna have ta go\n  Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n  I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n  And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n  So my family can have a better place to stay\n  I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n  I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n  And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n  She just prayin' for me heavily\n  Take care of her grandson\n  And the lord must of heard her prayer\n  Cause he made me get a grip\n  And got me on up outta there\n  I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n  My baby's mother just had my first son\n  May eleven, i never will forget the day\n  A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n  My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n  I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n  And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n  But what the hell, i 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we livin' in a concentration set\n  And everyday, we face to face with death\n  I seen my homies go and come\n  And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n  So i know my number's comin' up\n  So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n  And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n  I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n  My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n  Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n  So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n  Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n  And the cops is in the same vote\n  Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n  They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n  They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n  And now the story's all twisted up\n  And if they gave the cop the chair\n  I really wouldn't give a fuck\n  Because she left my partner's family with memories\n  And after hearin' this i know you 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And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n  But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n  I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n  And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n  I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n  Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n  And i don't want my son to look at life\n  Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n  But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n  Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n  So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n  The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n  And now my son is four years old\n  I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n  Because these years he'll remember most\n  So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n  But i got a buncha obstacles\n  If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n  Now everybody's got my baby\n  Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n  \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n  I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n  Because my mother knows the real deal\n  All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n  So now we in and outta cope\n  Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n  Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n  Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n  Come to find out, the girl never had me\n  She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n  And biological tests can prove\n  You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n  But now i finally got a real daughter\n  No need for the testin'\n  I know that i'm the baby's father\n  I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I feel ya...\n\n  Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n  It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n  And got a bigger stick to 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to pave the way\n[02:04.92] So my family can have a better place to stay\n[02:08.14] I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n[02:11.68] I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n[02:14.54] And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n[02:17.21] She just prayin' for me heavily\n[02:18.53] Take care of her grandson\n[02:20.23] And the lord must of heard her prayer\n[02:22.89] Cause he made me get a grip\n[02:24.47] And got me on up outta there\n[02:26.45] I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n[02:30.60] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[02:33.44] But now i feel ya...\n[02:36.37] I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n[02:57.97] My baby's mother just had my first son\n[02:59.05] May eleven, i never will forget the day\n[03:01.13] A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n[03:04.35] My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n[03:07.34] I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n[03:08.61] And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n[03:13.17] But 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popsicle\n[04:04.91] Now everybody's got my baby\n[04:07.70] Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n[04:11.02] \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n[04:14.08] I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n[04:17.25] Because my mother knows the real deal\n[04:19.93] All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n[04:23.31] So now we in and outta cope\n[04:25.22] Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n[04:29.60] Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n[04:32.27] Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n[04:35.65] Come to find out, the girl never had me\n[04:38.84] She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n[04:41.81] And biological tests can prove\n[04:44.26] You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n[04:47.71] But now i finally got a real daughter\n[04:50.99] No need for the testin'\n[04:51.96] I know that i'm the baby's father\n[04:53.88] I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n[04:56.25] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[04:58.68] But now i feel ya...\n[05:06.13] I feel ya...\n[05:18.15] Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n[05:20.57] It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n[05:24.22] And got a bigger stick to fight with\n[05:27.25] I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n[05:30.25] Because we livin' in a concentration set\n[05:33.43] And everyday, we face to face with death\n[05:35.88] I seen my homies go and come\n[05:39.34] And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n[05:42.39] So i know my number's comin' up\n[05:44.93] So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n[05:48.15] And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n[05:51.69] I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n[05:54.35] My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n[05:57.83] Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n[06:00.43] So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n[06:03.49] Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n[06:06.65] And the cops is in the same vote\n[06:09.26] Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n[06:12.27] They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n[06:15.63] They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n[06:19.12] And now the story's all twisted up\n[06:21.31] And if they gave the cop the chair\n[06:22.95] I really wouldn't give a fuck\n[06:24.76] Because she left my partner's family with memories\n[06:27.43] And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n[06:30.62] But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n[06:33.83] I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n[06:37.02] Because i know what you did was wrong\n[06:39.48] But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n[06:43.13] It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n[06:47.44] You straight up shot him from behind\n[06:49.94] But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n[06:52.89] You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n[06:56.06] But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n[06:58.10] Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n[07:01.95] And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n[07:04.90] Then in reality you took care of your business\n[07:08.08] But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n[07:10.99] But i ain't goin' out like dat\n[07:12.68] Ya feel me?\n[07:16.31] ...yeah\n[07:20.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Now I Feel Ya\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: Top 1000 Greatest Hip-Hop and Rap Songs\n  duration_ms: 455000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '...it''s a new day... ya know what i''m sayin''?'\n  start_ms: 17500\n  end_ms: 24130\n- text: A new day brings a new problem to a brother\n  start_ms: 24130\n  end_ms: 27360\n- text: And all i gots ta say is thank god for my mother\n  start_ms: 27360\n  end_ms: 30570\n- text: Cause without my mommy dear my life 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had a plan for me\n  And with his help my mother made a man of me\n  Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\n  Taught me how to save my little dividends\n  So when i graduated i'd have a little school money\n  But in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\n  And flunked outta school with the flag pole\n  And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\n  Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone\n  Cause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\n  My real pops he broke out with the style\n  So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n  So now we livin' comftable\n  Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n  But back then i couldn't see it\n  I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\n  And ended up in a big fight\n  And told me not to come home until i got my shit right\n  So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\n  My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n  And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n  But now that 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it's the girlies on my popsicle\n  Now everybody's got my baby\n  Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n  \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n  I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n  Because my mother knows the real deal\n  All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n  So now we in and outta cope\n  Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n  Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n  Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n  Come to find out, the girl never had me\n  She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n  And biological tests can prove\n  You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n  But now i finally got a real daughter\n  No need for the testin'\n  I know that i'm the baby's father\n  I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I feel ya...\n\n  Now i'm twenty-two and 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306130\n  end_ms: 318150\n- text: Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n  start_ms: 318150\n  end_ms: 320570\n- text: It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n  start_ms: 320570\n  end_ms: 324220\n- text: And got a bigger stick to fight with\n  start_ms: 324220\n  end_ms: 327250\n- text: I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n  start_ms: 327250\n  end_ms: 330250\n- text: Because we livin' in a concentration set\n  start_ms: 330250\n  end_ms: 333430\n- text: And everyday, we face to face with death\n  start_ms: 333430\n  end_ms: 335880\n- text: I seen my homies go and come\n  start_ms: 335880\n  end_ms: 339340\n- text: And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n  start_ms: 339340\n  end_ms: 342390\n- text: So i know my number's comin' up\n  start_ms: 342390\n  end_ms: 344930\n- text: So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n  start_ms: 344930\n  end_ms: 348150\n- text: And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n  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381310\n- text: And if they gave the cop the chair\n  start_ms: 381310\n  end_ms: 382950\n- text: I really wouldn't give a fuck\n  start_ms: 382950\n  end_ms: 384760\n- text: Because she left my partner's family with memories\n  start_ms: 384760\n  end_ms: 387430\n- text: And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n  start_ms: 387430\n  end_ms: 390620\n- text: But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n  start_ms: 390620\n  end_ms: 393830\n- text: I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n  start_ms: 393830\n  end_ms: 397020\n- text: Because i know what you did was wrong\n  start_ms: 397020\n  end_ms: 399480\n- text: But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n  start_ms: 399480\n  end_ms: 403130\n- text: It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n  start_ms: 403130\n  end_ms: 407440\n- text: You straight up shot him from behind\n  start_ms: 407440\n  end_ms: 409940\n- text: But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n  start_ms: 409940\n  end_ms: 412890\n- text: You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n  start_ms: 412890\n  end_ms: 416060\n- text: But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n  start_ms: 416060\n  end_ms: 418100\n- text: Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n  start_ms: 418100\n  end_ms: 421950\n- text: And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n  start_ms: 421950\n  end_ms: 424900\n- text: Then in reality you took care of your business\n  start_ms: 424900\n  end_ms: 428080\n- text: But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n  start_ms: 428080\n  end_ms: 430990\n- text: But i ain't goin' out like dat\n  start_ms: 430990\n  end_ms: 432680\n- text: Ya feel me?\n  start_ms: 432680\n  end_ms: 436310\n- text: '...yeah'\n  start_ms: 436310\n  end_ms: 440040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440040\nplain: |-\n  ...it's a new day... ya know what i'm sayin'?\n\n  A new day brings a new problem to a brother\n  And all i gots ta say is thank god for my mother\n  Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke\n  Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope\n  The lord he had a plan for me\n  And with his help my mother made a man of me\n  Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\n  Taught me how to save my little dividends\n  So when i graduated i'd have a little school money\n  But in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\n  And flunked outta school with the flag pole\n  And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\n  Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone\n  Cause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\n  My real pops he broke out with the style\n  So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n  So now we livin' comftable\n  Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n  But back then i couldn't see it\n  I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\n  And ended up in a big fight\n  And told me not to come home until i got my shit right\n  So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\n  My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n  And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n  But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\n  Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\n  Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n  And now the money's low\n  And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n  Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n  I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n  And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n  So my family can have a better place to stay\n  I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n  I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n  And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n  She just prayin' for me heavily\n  Take care of her grandson\n  And the lord must of heard her prayer\n  Cause he made me get a grip\n  And got me on up outta there\n  I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n  My baby's mother just had my first son\n  May eleven, i never will forget the day\n  A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n  My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n  I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n  And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n  But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n  I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n  And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n  I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n  Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n  And i don't want my son to look at life\n  Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n  But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n  Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n  So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n  The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n  And now my son is four years old\n  I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n  Because these years he'll remember most\n  So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n  But i got a buncha obstacles\n  If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n  Now everybody's got my baby\n  Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n  \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n  I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n  Because my mother knows the real deal\n  All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n  So now we in and outta cope\n  Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n  Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n  Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n  Come to find out, the girl never had me\n  She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n  And biological tests can prove\n  You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n  But now i finally got a real daughter\n  No need for the testin'\n  I know that i'm the baby's father\n  I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I feel ya...\n\n  Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n  It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n  And got a bigger stick to fight with\n  I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n  Because we livin' in a concentration set\n  And everyday, we face to face with death\n  I seen my homies go and come\n  And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n  So i know my number's comin' up\n  So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n  And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n  I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n  My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n  Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n  So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n  Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n  And the cops is in the same vote\n  Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n  They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n  They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n  And now the story's all twisted up\n  And if they gave the cop the chair\n  I really wouldn't give a fuck\n  Because she left my partner's family with memories\n  And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n  But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n  I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n  Because i know what you did was wrong\n  But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n  It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n  You straight up shot him from behind\n  But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n  You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n  But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n  Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n  And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n  Then in reality you took care of your business\n  But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n  But i ain't goin' out like dat\n\n  Ya feel me?\n\n  ...yeah\n"},{"id":19425945,"name":"Now I Feel Ya","trackName":"Now I Feel Ya","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"Greatest Hits Chopped Up","duration":524.422676,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"...it's a new day... ya know what i'm sayin'?\n\nA new day brings a new problem to a brother\nAnd all i gots ta say is thank god for my mother\nCause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke\nEither locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope\nThe lord he had a plan for me\nAnd with his help my mother made a man of me\nDidn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\nTaught me how to save my little dividends\nSo when i graduated i'd have a little school money\nBut in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\nAnd flunked outta school with the flag pole\nAnd left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\nBecause my mother worked the fingers to the bone\nCause we was alone, and me i bought a 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soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n[01:55.85] Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n[01:58.88] I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n[02:02.33] And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n[02:04.92] So my family can have a better place to stay\n[02:08.14] I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n[02:11.68] I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n[02:14.54] And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n[02:17.21] She just prayin' for me heavily\n[02:18.53] Take care of her grandson\n[02:20.23] And the lord must of heard her prayer\n[02:22.89] Cause he made me get a grip\n[02:24.47] And got me on up outta there\n[02:26.45] I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n[02:30.60] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[02:33.44] But now i feel ya...\n[02:36.37] I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n[02:57.97] My baby's mother just had my first son\n[02:59.05] May eleven, i never will forget the day\n[03:01.13] A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n[03:04.35] My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n[03:07.34] I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n[03:08.61] And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n[03:13.17] But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n[03:16.67] I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n[03:19.51] And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n[03:22.78] I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n[03:25.46] Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n[03:28.92] And i don't want my son to look at life\n[03:31.04] Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n[03:34.71] But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n[03:37.47] Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n[03:40.69] So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n[03:43.69] The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n[03:47.10] And now my son is four years old\n[03:49.42] I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n[03:52.63] Because these years he'll remember most\n[03:55.69] So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n[03:59.05] But i got a buncha obstacles\n[04:01.44] If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n[04:04.91] Now everybody's got my baby\n[04:07.70] Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n[04:11.02] \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n[04:14.08] I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n[04:17.25] Because my mother knows the real deal\n[04:19.93] All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n[04:23.31] So now we in and outta cope\n[04:25.22] Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n[04:29.60] Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n[04:32.27] Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n[04:35.65] Come to find out, the girl never had me\n[04:38.84] She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n[04:41.81] And biological tests can prove\n[04:44.26] You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n[04:47.71] But now i finally got a real daughter\n[04:50.99] No need for the testin'\n[04:51.96] I know that i'm the baby's father\n[04:53.88] I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n[04:56.25] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[04:58.68] But now i feel ya...\n[05:06.13] I feel ya...\n[05:18.15] Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n[05:20.57] It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n[05:24.22] And got a bigger stick to fight with\n[05:27.25] I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n[05:30.25] Because we livin' in a concentration set\n[05:33.43] And everyday, we face to face with death\n[05:35.88] I seen my homies go and come\n[05:39.34] And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n[05:42.39] So i know my number's comin' up\n[05:44.93] So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n[05:48.15] And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n[05:51.69] I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n[05:54.35] My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n[05:57.83] Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n[06:00.43] So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n[06:03.49] Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n[06:06.65] And the cops is in the same vote\n[06:09.26] Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n[06:12.27] They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n[06:15.63] They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n[06:19.12] And now the story's all twisted up\n[06:21.31] And if they gave the cop the chair\n[06:22.95] I really wouldn't give a fuck\n[06:24.76] Because she left my partner's family with memories\n[06:27.43] And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n[06:30.62] But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n[06:33.83] I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n[06:37.02] Because i know what you did was wrong\n[06:39.48] But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n[06:43.13] It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n[06:47.44] You straight up shot him from behind\n[06:49.94] But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n[06:52.89] You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n[06:56.06] But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n[06:58.10] Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n[07:01.95] And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n[07:04.90] Then in reality you took care of your business\n[07:08.08] But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n[07:10.99] But i ain't goin' out like dat\n[07:12.68] Ya feel me?\n[07:16.31] ...yeah\n[07:20.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Now I Feel Ya\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: Greatest Hits Chopped Up\n  duration_ms: 524423\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '...it''s a new day... ya know what i''m sayin''?'\n  start_ms: 17500\n  end_ms: 24130\n- text: A new day brings a new problem to a brother\n  start_ms: 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306130\n- text: I feel ya...\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 318150\n- text: Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n  start_ms: 318150\n  end_ms: 320570\n- text: It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n  start_ms: 320570\n  end_ms: 324220\n- text: And got a bigger stick to fight with\n  start_ms: 324220\n  end_ms: 327250\n- text: I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n  start_ms: 327250\n  end_ms: 330250\n- text: Because we livin' in a concentration set\n  start_ms: 330250\n  end_ms: 333430\n- text: And everyday, we face to face with death\n  start_ms: 333430\n  end_ms: 335880\n- text: I seen my homies go and come\n  start_ms: 335880\n  end_ms: 339340\n- text: And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n  start_ms: 339340\n  end_ms: 342390\n- text: So i know my number's comin' up\n  start_ms: 342390\n  end_ms: 344930\n- text: So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n  start_ms: 344930\n  end_ms: 348150\n- text: And 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say is thank god for my mother\n  Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke\n  Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope\n  The lord he had a plan for me\n  And with his help my mother made a man of me\n  Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\n  Taught me how to save my little dividends\n  So when i graduated i'd have a little school money\n  But in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\n  And flunked outta school with the flag pole\n  And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\n  Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone\n  Cause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\n  My real pops he broke out with the style\n  So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n  So now we livin' comftable\n  Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n  But back then i couldn't see it\n  I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\n  And ended up in a big fight\n  And told me not to come home until i got my shit right\n  So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\n  My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n  And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n  But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\n  Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\n  Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n  And now the money's low\n  And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n  Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n  I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n  And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n  So my family can have a better place to stay\n  I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n  I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n  And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n  She just prayin' for me heavily\n  Take care of her grandson\n  And the lord must of heard her prayer\n  Cause he made me get a grip\n  And got me on up outta there\n  I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i 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I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I feel ya...\n\n  Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n  It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n  And got a bigger stick to fight with\n  I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n  Because we livin' in a concentration set\n  And everyday, we face to face with death\n  I seen my homies go and come\n  And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n  So i know my number's comin' up\n  So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n  And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n  I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n  My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n  Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n  So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n  Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n  And the cops is in the same vote\n  Just 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end_ms: 269600\n- text: Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n  start_ms: 269600\n  end_ms: 272270\n- text: Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n  start_ms: 272270\n  end_ms: 275650\n- text: Come to find out, the girl never had me\n  start_ms: 275650\n  end_ms: 278840\n- text: She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n  start_ms: 278840\n  end_ms: 281810\n- text: And biological tests can prove\n  start_ms: 281810\n  end_ms: 284260\n- text: You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n  start_ms: 284260\n  end_ms: 287710\n- text: But now i finally got a real daughter\n  start_ms: 287710\n  end_ms: 290990\n- text: No need for the testin'\n  start_ms: 290990\n  end_ms: 291960\n- text: I know that i'm the baby's father\n  start_ms: 291960\n  end_ms: 293880\n- text: I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n  start_ms: 293880\n  end_ms: 296250\n- text: You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  start_ms: 296250\n  end_ms: 298680\n- 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up\n  start_ms: 344930\n  end_ms: 348150\n- text: And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n  start_ms: 348150\n  end_ms: 351690\n- text: I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n  start_ms: 351690\n  end_ms: 354350\n- text: My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n  start_ms: 354350\n  end_ms: 357830\n- text: Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n  start_ms: 357830\n  end_ms: 360430\n- text: So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n  start_ms: 360430\n  end_ms: 363490\n- text: Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n  start_ms: 363490\n  end_ms: 366650\n- text: And the cops is in the same vote\n  start_ms: 366650\n  end_ms: 369260\n- text: Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n  start_ms: 369260\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375630\n- text: They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n  start_ms: 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start_ms: 407440\n  end_ms: 409940\n- text: But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n  start_ms: 409940\n  end_ms: 412890\n- text: You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n  start_ms: 412890\n  end_ms: 416060\n- text: But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n  start_ms: 416060\n  end_ms: 418100\n- text: Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n  start_ms: 418100\n  end_ms: 421950\n- text: And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n  start_ms: 421950\n  end_ms: 424900\n- text: Then in reality you took care of your business\n  start_ms: 424900\n  end_ms: 428080\n- text: But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n  start_ms: 428080\n  end_ms: 430990\n- text: But i ain't goin' out like dat\n  start_ms: 430990\n  end_ms: 432680\n- text: Ya feel me?\n  start_ms: 432680\n  end_ms: 436310\n- text: '...yeah'\n  start_ms: 436310\n  end_ms: 440040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440040\nplain: |-\n  ...it's a new day... ya know what i'm sayin'?\n\n  A new day brings a new problem to a brother\n  And all i gots ta say is thank god for my mother\n  Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke\n  Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope\n  The lord he had a plan for me\n  And with his help my mother made a man of me\n  Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\n  Taught me how to save my little dividends\n  So when i graduated i'd have a little school money\n  But in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\n  And flunked outta school with the flag pole\n  And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\n  Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone\n  Cause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\n  My real pops he broke out with the style\n  So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n  So now we livin' comftable\n  Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n  But back then i couldn't see it\n  I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\n  And ended up in a big fight\n  And told me not to come home until i got my shit right\n  So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\n  My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n  And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n  But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\n  Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\n  Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n  And now the money's low\n  And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n  Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n  I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n  And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n  So my family can have a better place to stay\n  I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n  I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n  And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n  She just prayin' for me heavily\n  Take care of her grandson\n  And the lord must of heard her prayer\n  Cause he made me get a grip\n  And got me on up outta there\n  I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n  My baby's mother just had my first son\n  May eleven, i never will forget the day\n  A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n  My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n  I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n  And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n  But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n  I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n  And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n  I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n  Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n  And i don't want my son to look at life\n  Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n  But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n  Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n  So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n  The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n  And now my son is four years old\n  I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n  Because these years he'll remember most\n  So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n  But i got a buncha obstacles\n  If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n  Now everybody's got my baby\n  Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n  \"it's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n  I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n  Because my mother knows the real deal\n  All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n  So now we in and outta cope\n  Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n  Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n  Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n  Come to find out, the girl never had me\n  She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n  And biological tests can prove\n  You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n  But now i finally got a real daughter\n  No need for the testin'\n  I know that i'm the baby's father\n  I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I feel ya...\n\n  Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n  It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n  And got a bigger stick to fight with\n  I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n  Because we livin' in a concentration set\n  And everyday, we face to face with death\n  I seen my homies go and come\n  And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n  So i know my number's comin' up\n  So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n  And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n  I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n  My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n  Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n  So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n  Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n  And the cops is in the same vote\n  Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n  They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n  They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n  And now the story's all twisted up\n  And if they gave the cop the chair\n  I really wouldn't give a fuck\n  Because she left my partner's family with memories\n  And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n  But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n  I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n  Because i know what you did was wrong\n  But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n  It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n  You straight up shot him from behind\n  But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n  You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n  But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n  Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n  And if the man upstairs grants you 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soul\nBecause my mother worked the fingers to the bone\nCause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\nMy real pops he broke out with the style\nSo i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\nSo now we livin' comftable\nTaught me the game and how to be responsible\nBut back then i couldn't see it\nI wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\nAnd ended up in a big fight\nAnd told me not to come home until i got my shit right\nSo now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\nMy grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\nAnd keepin' me ain't no big deal\nBut now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\nBeing kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\nEven though my grandfather just had a stroke\nAnd now the money's low\nAnd pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\nOr either try to find a job so i can help out\nI'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\nAnd when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\nSo my family can have a better place to stay\nI'm 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Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n[01:49.59] And now the money's low\n[01:51.93] And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n[01:55.52] Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n[01:58.47] I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n[02:01.69] And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n[02:04.40] So my family can have a better place to stay\n[02:08.11] I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n[02:11.52] I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n[02:13.93] And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n[02:16.60] She just prayin' for me heavily\n[02:18.59] Take care of her grandson\n[02:20.26] And the lord must of heard her prayer\n[02:22.96] Cause he made me get a grip\n[02:24.45] And got me on up outta there\n[02:26.21] I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n[02:29.07] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[02:31.01] But now i feel ya...\n[02:36.92] I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n[02:52.34] My baby's mother just had my first son\n[02:56.34] May eleven, i never will forget the day\n[02:59.11] A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n[03:02.35] My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n[03:05.08] I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n[03:08.33] And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n[03:11.66] But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n[03:14.75] I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n[03:17.99] And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n[03:20.92] I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n[03:24.06] Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n[03:26.87] And i don't want my son to look at life\n[03:29.55] Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n[03:32.76] But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n[03:35.50] Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n[03:38.87] So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n[03:42.13] The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n[03:45.50] And now my son is four years old\n[03:47.77] I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n[03:51.85] Because these years he'll remember most\n[03:54.22] So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n[03:57.60] But i got a buncha obstacles\n[03:59.85] If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n[04:03.41] Now everybody's got my baby\n[04:06.07] Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n[04:09.81] \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n[04:12.56] I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n[04:15.98] Because my mother knows the real deal\n[04:18.69] All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n[04:21.97] So now we in and outta cope\n[04:24.51] Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n[04:27.53] Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n[04:30.41] Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n[04:34.91] Come to find out, the girl never had me\n[04:37.08] She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n[04:40.70] And biological tests can prove\n[04:43.46] You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n[04:46.86] But now i finally got a real daughter\n[04:49.55] No need for the testin'\n[04:51.35] I know that i'm the baby's father\n[04:53.58] I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n[04:56.02] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[04:58.03] But now i feel ya...\n[04:59.83] I feel ya...\n[05:07.48] Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n[05:18.93] It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n[05:23.00] And got a bigger stick to fight with\n[05:25.82] I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n[05:28.73] Because we livin' in a concentration set\n[05:32.08] And everyday, we face to face with death\n[05:35.17] I seen my homies go and come\n[05:37.25] And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n[05:41.09] So i know my number's comin' up\n[05:43.93] So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n[05:47.17] And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n[05:50.56] I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n[05:53.55] My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n[05:57.03] Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n[05:59.75] So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n[06:02.54] Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n[06:05.90] And the cops is in the same vote\n[06:08.26] Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n[06:11.87] They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n[06:14.81] They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n[06:17.58] And now the story's all twisted up\n[06:20.15] And if they gave the cop the chair\n[06:22.11] I really wouldn't give a fuck\n[06:23.93] Because she left my partner's family with memories\n[06:26.61] And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n[06:29.67] But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n[06:33.09] I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n[06:35.99] Because i know what you did was wrong\n[06:38.69] But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n[06:43.02] It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n[06:47.53] You straight up shot him from behind\n[06:49.28] But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n[06:52.55] You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n[06:55.04] But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n[06:57.90] Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n[07:01.19] And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n[07:03.92] Then in reality you took care of your business\n[07:06.88] But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n[07:09.15] But i ain't goin' out like dat\n[07:11.02] Ya feel me?\n[07:19.61] ...yeah\n[07:21.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Now I Feel Ya\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: The Collection\n  duration_ms: 450827\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '...it''s a new day... ya know what i''m 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You straight up shot him from behind\n  start_ms: 407530\n  end_ms: 409280\n- text: But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n  start_ms: 409280\n  end_ms: 412550\n- text: You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n  start_ms: 412550\n  end_ms: 415040\n- text: But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n  start_ms: 415040\n  end_ms: 417900\n- text: Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n  start_ms: 417900\n  end_ms: 421190\n- text: And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n  start_ms: 421190\n  end_ms: 423920\n- text: Then in reality you took care of your business\n  start_ms: 423920\n  end_ms: 426880\n- text: But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n  start_ms: 426880\n  end_ms: 429150\n- text: But i ain't goin' out like dat\n  start_ms: 429150\n  end_ms: 431020\n- text: Ya feel me?\n  start_ms: 431020\n  end_ms: 439610\n- text: '...yeah'\n  start_ms: 439610\n  end_ms: 441720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 441720\nplain: |-\n  ...it's a new day... ya know what i'm sayin'?\n\n  A new day brings a new problem to a brother\n  And all i gots ta say is thank god for my mother\n  Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke\n  Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope\n  The lord he had a plan for me\n  And with his help my mother made a man of me\n  Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\n  Taught me how to save my little dividends\n  So when i graduated i'd have a little school money\n  But in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\n  And flunked outta school with the flag pole\n  And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\n  Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone\n  Cause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\n  My real pops he broke out with the style\n  So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n  So now we livin' comftable\n  Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n  But back then i couldn't see it\n  I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\n  And ended up in a big fight\n  And told me not to come home until i got my shit right\n  So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\n  My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n  And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n  But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\n  Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\n  Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n  And now the money's low\n  And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n  Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n  I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n  And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n  So my family can have a better place to stay\n  I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n  I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n  And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n  She just prayin' for me heavily\n  Take care of her grandson\n  And the lord must of heard her prayer\n  Cause he made me get a grip\n  And got me on up outta there\n  I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n  My baby's mother just had my first son\n  May eleven, i never will forget the day\n  A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n  My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n  I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n  And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n  But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n  I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n  And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n  I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n  Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n  And i don't want my son to look at life\n  Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n  But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n  Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n  So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n  The game i gave him way back when he used to roller 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Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n  And the cops is in the same vote\n  Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n  They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n  They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n  And now the story's all twisted up\n  And if they gave the cop the chair\n  I really wouldn't give a fuck\n  Because she left my partner's family with memories\n  And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n  But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n  I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n  Because i know what you did was wrong\n  But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n  It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n  You straight up shot him from behind\n  But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n  You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n  But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n  Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody 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real pops he broke out with the style\n[01:10.27] So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n[01:13.11] So now we livin' comftable\n[01:15.87] Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n[01:19.38] But back then i couldn't see it\n[01:21.79] I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\n[01:25.47] And ended up in a big fight\n[01:28.01] And told me not to come home until i got my shit right\n[01:31.53] So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\n[01:34.72] My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n[01:37.42] And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n[01:40.09] But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\n[01:43.81] Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\n[01:46.76] Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n[01:49.96] And now the money's low\n[01:52.66] And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n[01:55.85] Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n[01:58.88] I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n[02:02.33] And when 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ahead\n[03:13.17] But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n[03:16.67] I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n[03:19.51] And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n[03:22.78] I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n[03:25.46] Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n[03:28.92] And i don't want my son to look at life\n[03:31.04] Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n[03:34.71] But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n[03:37.47] Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n[03:40.69] So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n[03:43.69] The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n[03:47.10] And now my son is four years old\n[03:49.42] I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n[03:52.63] Because these years he'll remember most\n[03:55.69] So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n[03:59.05] But i got a buncha obstacles\n[04:01.44] If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n[04:04.91] Now everybody's got my baby\n[04:07.70] Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n[04:11.02] \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n[04:14.08] I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n[04:17.25] Because my mother knows the real deal\n[04:19.93] All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n[04:23.31] So now we in and outta cope\n[04:25.22] Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n[04:29.60] Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n[04:32.27] Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n[04:35.65] Come to find out, the girl never had me\n[04:38.84] She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n[04:41.81] And biological tests can prove\n[04:44.26] You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n[04:47.71] But now i finally got a real daughter\n[04:50.99] No need for the testin'\n[04:51.96] I know that i'm the baby's father\n[04:53.88] I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n[04:56.25] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[04:58.68] But now i feel ya...\n[05:06.13] I feel ya...\n[05:18.15] Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n[05:20.57] It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n[05:24.22] And got a bigger stick to fight with\n[05:27.25] I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n[05:30.25] Because we livin' in a concentration set\n[05:33.43] And everyday, we face to face with death\n[05:35.88] I seen my homies go and come\n[05:39.34] And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n[05:42.39] So i know my number's comin' up\n[05:44.93] So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n[05:48.15] And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n[05:51.69] I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n[05:54.35] My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n[05:57.83] Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n[06:00.43] So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n[06:03.49] Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n[06:06.65] And the cops is in the same vote\n[06:09.26] Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n[06:12.27] They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n[06:15.63] They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n[06:19.12] And now the story's all twisted up\n[06:21.31] And if they gave the cop the chair\n[06:22.95] I really wouldn't give a fuck\n[06:24.76] Because she left my partner's family with memories\n[06:27.43] And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n[06:30.62] But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n[06:33.83] I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n[06:37.02] Because i know what you did was wrong\n[06:39.48] But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n[06:43.13] It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n[06:47.44] You straight up shot him from behind\n[06:49.94] But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n[06:52.89] You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n[06:56.06] But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n[06:58.10] Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n[07:01.95] And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n[07:04.90] Then in reality you took care of your business\n[07:08.08] But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n[07:10.99] But i ain't goin' out like dat\n[07:12.68] Ya feel me?\n[07:16.31] ...yeah\n[07:20.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Now I Feel Ya\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: Lyricist. 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'...yeah'\n  start_ms: 436310\n  end_ms: 440040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440040\nplain: |-\n  ...it's a new day... ya know what i'm sayin'?\n\n  A new day brings a new problem to a brother\n  And all i gots ta say is thank god for my mother\n  Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke\n  Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope\n  The lord he had a plan for me\n  And with his help my mother made a man of me\n  Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\n  Taught me how to save my little dividends\n  So when i graduated i'd have a little school money\n  But in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\n  And flunked outta school with the flag pole\n  And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\n  Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone\n  Cause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\n  My real pops he broke out with the style\n  So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n  So now we livin' comftable\n  Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n  But back then i couldn't see it\n  I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\n  And ended up in a big fight\n  And told me not to come home until i got my shit right\n  So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\n  My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n  And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n  But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\n  Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\n  Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n  And now the money's low\n  And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n  Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n  I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n  And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n  So my family can have a better place to stay\n  I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n  I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n  And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n  She just prayin' for me heavily\n  Take care of her grandson\n  And 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did\n  So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n  The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n  And now my son is four years old\n  I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n  Because these years he'll remember most\n  So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n  But i got a buncha obstacles\n  If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n  Now everybody's got my baby\n  Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n  \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n  I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n  Because my mother knows the real deal\n  All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n  So now we in and outta cope\n  Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n  Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n  Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n  Come to find out, the girl never had me\n  She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the 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Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n  So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n  Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n  And the cops is in the same vote\n  Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n  They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n  They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n  And now the story's all twisted up\n  And if they gave the cop the chair\n  I really wouldn't give a fuck\n  Because she left my partner's family with memories\n  And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n  But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n  I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n  Because i know what you did was wrong\n  But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n  It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n  You straight up shot him from behind\n  But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n  You give a gat to a black he don't know how 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grandma's home\n[01:34.72] My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n[01:37.42] And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n[01:40.09] But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\n[01:43.81] Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\n[01:46.76] Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n[01:49.96] And now the money's low\n[01:52.66] And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n[01:55.85] Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n[01:58.88] I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n[02:02.33] And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n[02:04.92] So my family can have a better place to stay\n[02:08.14] I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n[02:11.68] I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n[02:14.54] And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n[02:17.21] She just prayin' for me heavily\n[02:18.53] Take care of her grandson\n[02:20.23] And the lord must of heard her prayer\n[02:22.89] Cause he made me get a grip\n[02:24.47] And got me on up outta there\n[02:26.45] I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n[02:30.60] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[02:33.44] But now i feel ya...\n[02:36.37] I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n[02:57.97] My baby's mother just had my first son\n[02:59.05] May eleven, i never will forget the day\n[03:01.13] A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n[03:04.35] My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n[03:07.34] I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n[03:08.61] And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n[03:13.17] But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n[03:16.67] I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n[03:19.51] And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n[03:22.78] I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n[03:25.46] Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n[03:28.92] And i don't want my son to look at life\n[03:31.04] Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n[03:34.71] But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n[03:37.47] Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n[03:40.69] So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n[03:43.69] The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n[03:47.10] And now my son is four years old\n[03:49.42] I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n[03:52.63] Because these years he'll remember most\n[03:55.69] So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n[03:59.05] But i got a buncha obstacles\n[04:01.44] If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n[04:04.91] Now everybody's got my baby\n[04:07.70] Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n[04:11.02] \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n[04:14.08] I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n[04:17.25] Because my mother knows the real deal\n[04:19.93] All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n[04:23.31] So now we in and outta cope\n[04:25.22] Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n[04:29.60] Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n[04:32.27] Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n[04:35.65] Come to find out, the girl never had me\n[04:38.84] She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n[04:41.81] And biological tests can prove\n[04:44.26] You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n[04:47.71] But now i finally got a real daughter\n[04:50.99] No need for the testin'\n[04:51.96] I know that i'm the baby's father\n[04:53.88] I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n[04:56.25] You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n[04:58.68] But now i feel ya...\n[05:06.13] I feel ya...\n[05:18.15] Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n[05:20.57] It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n[05:24.22] And got a bigger stick to fight with\n[05:27.25] I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n[05:30.25] Because we livin' in a concentration set\n[05:33.43] And everyday, we face to face with death\n[05:35.88] I seen my homies go and come\n[05:39.34] And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n[05:42.39] So i know my number's comin' up\n[05:44.93] So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n[05:48.15] And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n[05:51.69] I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n[05:54.35] My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n[05:57.83] Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n[06:00.43] So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n[06:03.49] Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n[06:06.65] And the cops is in the same vote\n[06:09.26] Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n[06:12.27] They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n[06:15.63] They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n[06:19.12] And now the story's all twisted up\n[06:21.31] And if they gave the cop the chair\n[06:22.95] I really wouldn't give a fuck\n[06:24.76] Because she left my partner's family with memories\n[06:27.43] And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n[06:30.62] But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n[06:33.83] I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n[06:37.02] Because i know what you did was wrong\n[06:39.48] But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n[06:43.13] It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n[06:47.44] You straight up shot him from behind\n[06:49.94] But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n[06:52.89] You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n[06:56.06] But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n[06:58.10] Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n[07:01.95] And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n[07:04.90] Then in reality you took care of your business\n[07:08.08] But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n[07:10.99] But i ain't goin' out like dat\n[07:12.68] Ya feel 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430990\n- text: But i ain't goin' out like dat\n  start_ms: 430990\n  end_ms: 432680\n- text: Ya feel me?\n  start_ms: 432680\n  end_ms: 436310\n- text: '...yeah'\n  start_ms: 436310\n  end_ms: 440040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 440040\nplain: |-\n  ...it's a new day... ya know what i'm sayin'?\n\n  A new day brings a new problem to a brother\n  And all i gots ta say is thank god for my mother\n  Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke\n  Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope\n  The lord he had a plan for me\n  And with his help my mother made a man of me\n  Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in\n  Taught me how to save my little dividends\n  So when i graduated i'd have a little school money\n  But in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy\n  And flunked outta school with the flag pole\n  And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul\n  Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone\n  Cause we was alone, and me i bought a death home\n  My real pops he broke out with the style\n  So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child\n  So now we livin' comftable\n  Taught me the game and how to be responsible\n  But back then i couldn't see it\n  I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'\n  And ended up in a big fight\n  And told me not to come home until i got my shit right\n  So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home\n  My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own\n  And keepin' me ain't no big deal\n  But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels\n  Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no\n  Even though my grandfather just had a stroke\n  And now the money's low\n  And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go\n  Or either try to find a job so i can help out\n  I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out\n  And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way\n  So my family can have a better place to stay\n  I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short\n  I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope\n  And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong\n  She just prayin' for me heavily\n  Take care of her grandson\n  And the lord must of heard her prayer\n  Cause he made me get a grip\n  And got me on up outta there\n  I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya\n\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun\n  My baby's mother just had my first son\n  May eleven, i never will forget the day\n  A star's born, let's name him little scarface\n  My first born and yo i'm a proud father\n  I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father\n  And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead\n  But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed\n  I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part\n  And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard\n  I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys\n  Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy\n  And i don't want my son to look at life\n  Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like\n  But yet and still i let my son be a kid\n  Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did\n  So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate\n  The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate\n  And now my son is four years old\n  I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role\n  Because these years he'll remember most\n  So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close\n  But i got a buncha obstacles\n  If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle\n  Now everybody's got my baby\n  Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy\n  \"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?\"\n  I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do\n  Because my mother knows the real deal\n  All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal\n  So now we in and outta cope\n  Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support\n  Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me\n  Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g\n  Come to find out, the girl never had me\n  She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy\n  And biological tests can prove\n  You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude\n  But now i finally got a real daughter\n  No need for the testin'\n  I know that i'm the baby's father\n  I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya\n  You couldn't have told me nothin' back then\n  But now i feel ya...\n\n  I feel ya...\n\n  Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life\n  It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife\n  And got a bigger stick to fight with\n  I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick\n  Because we livin' in a concentration set\n  And everyday, we face to face with death\n  I seen my homies go and come\n  And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from\n  So i know my number's comin' up\n  So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up\n  And even though i hate killin' off my own kind\n  I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine\n  My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace\n  Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast\n  So united we stand but we gonna fall quick\n  Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit\n  And the cops is in the same vote\n  Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope\n  They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods\n  They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood\n  And now the story's all twisted up\n  And if they gave the cop the chair\n  I really wouldn't give a fuck\n  Because she left my partner's family with memories\n  And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me\n  But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch\n  I see his parents and then i started breakin' up\n  Because i know what you did was wrong\n  But you won't realize until you dead and gone\n  It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning\n  You straight up shot him from behind\n  But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back\n  You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act\n  But you gotta tell your story to the judge\n  Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves\n  And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness\n  Then in reality you took care of your business\n  But regardless i know you wanna kill me\n  But i ain't goin' out like dat\n\n  Ya feel me?\n\n  ...yeah\n"}]