[{"id":14012713,"name":"11 Scarface - Suicide Note","trackName":"11 Scarface - Suicide Note","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"Made","duration":248.24,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\nI'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\nand just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\nso I ain't really pay it no attention,\ntook you back to your crib and dropped you off\nwith the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\nI've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\nI had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\nI'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\nOn my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\nSomethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\nNormally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\nI get off where they get off at\nWell-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\nRoadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\nWhat the f**k just happened? I just left this place...\nI get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\nLookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\nI move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\nand I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n\nI ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\nStop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n\nAnd it was then it finally hit me\nI'm standing here nervous as I can be\nIt was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\nI'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\nBut the closer I got the more I realize fate\nWasn't fair to change for me\nAnd why would I think so\nMy homie had a date with death\nHe had to make though\nI'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\nBy the time I get to the scene\nthey rollin this away\nI wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\nTo the point i had to take me a seat\nThis shits deep\nWhen they put a nigga down that you was raised around\nWhat was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\nNever woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\nHad it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\nThey say its life and death in the slum\nHe had his reasons I shoulda believed him\nAnotha soul no longer breathin'\nHate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\nMy nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n\nAnd everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\nBy the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\nWho coulda predicted\nBut the detectives who was fishin'\nFucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\nAll i remember was us doin what we did\nTo survive in these streets where we lived\nWe was kids growin up in this environment\nNothing but trouble\nYou either struggled or you hustled\nFolded the bubble\nGrade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\nWe was either finna be rich or die like a man\nWe did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\nImagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\nI wonder what was goin on\nYou shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\nI coulda talked you outta that\nBut never will i see you again\nNor will your kids\nNor will your family or your friends\nIts the end\nNot even words I write in this song\nCan right that wrong\nMy nigga is gone and life goes on","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\n[00:01.83] I'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\n[00:05.63] and just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\n[00:06.58] so I ain't really pay it no attention,\n[00:09.25] took you back to your crib and dropped you off\n[00:11.25] with the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\n[00:14.07] I've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\n[00:16.12] I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\n[00:19.01] I'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\n[00:21.71] On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\n[00:24.44] Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\n[00:27.26] Normally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\n[00:30.92] I get off where they get off at\n[00:33.72] Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\n[00:36.43] Roadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\n[00:40.11] What the f**k just happened? I just left this place...\n[00:42.97] I get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\n[00:45.62] Lookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\n[00:49.33] I move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\n[00:52.03] and I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n[00:55.68] I ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\n[01:06.65] Stop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n[01:13.09] And it was then it finally hit me\n[01:14.94] I'm standing here nervous as I can be\n[01:16.79] It was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\n[01:19.48] I'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\n[01:22.28] But the closer I got the more I realize fate\n[01:26.08] Wasn't fair to change for me\n[01:27.80] And why would I think so\n[01:28.73] My homie had a date with death\n[01:30.67] He had to make though\n[01:31.66] I'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\n[01:34.46] By the time I get to the scene\n[01:36.41] they rollin this away\n[01:39.14] I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\n[01:41.02] To the point i had to take me a seat\n[01:42.87] This shits deep\n[01:44.61] When they put a nigga down that you was raised around\n[01:47.45] What was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\n[01:50.18] Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\n[01:52.83] Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\n[01:55.79] They say its life and death in the slum\n[01:57.75] He had his reasons I shoulda believed him\n[02:00.76] Anotha soul no longer breathin'\n[02:02.61] Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\n[02:05.38] My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n[02:09.07] And everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\n[02:30.09] By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\n[02:32.71] Who coulda predicted\n[02:34.50] But the detectives who was fishin'\n[02:35.52] Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\n[02:39.29] All i remember was us doin what we did\n[02:42.06] To survive in these streets where we lived\n[02:43.82] We was kids growin up in this environment\n[02:46.53] Nothing but trouble\n[02:47.45] You either struggled or you hustled\n[02:49.40] Folded the bubble\n[02:51.41] Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\n[02:54.14] We was either finna be rich or die like a man\n[02:56.00] We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\n[02:59.64] Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\n[03:03.42] I wonder what was goin on\n[03:05.27] You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\n[03:08.01] I coulda talked you outta that\n[03:09.83] But never will i see you again\n[03:11.62] Nor will your kids\n[03:13.53] Nor will your family or your friends\n[03:15.31] Its the end\n[03:17.14] Not even words I write in this song\n[03:18.18] Can right that wrong\n[03:19.20] My nigga is gone and life goes on\n[03:24.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 11 Scarface - Suicide Note\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: Made\n  duration_ms: 248240\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\n  start_ms: 950\n  end_ms: 1830\n- text: I'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 5630\n- text: and just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\n  start_ms: 5630\n  end_ms: 6580\n- text: so I ain't really pay it no attention,\n  start_ms: 6580\n  end_ms: 9250\n- text: took you back to your crib and dropped you off\n  start_ms: 9250\n  end_ms: 11250\n- text: with the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\n  start_ms: 11250\n  end_ms: 14070\n- text: I've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\n  start_ms: 14070\n  end_ms: 16120\n- text: I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\n  start_ms: 16120\n  end_ms: 19010\n- text: I'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\n  start_ms: 19010\n  end_ms: 21710\n- text: On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\n  start_ms: 21710\n  end_ms: 24440\n- text: Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\n  start_ms: 24440\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: Normally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 30920\n- text: I get off where they get off at\n  start_ms: 30920\n  end_ms: 33720\n- text: Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\n  start_ms: 33720\n  end_ms: 36430\n- text: Roadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\n  start_ms: 36430\n  end_ms: 40110\n- text: What the f**k just happened? 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knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\n  and just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\n  so I ain't really pay it no attention,\n  took you back to your crib and dropped you off\n  with the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\n  I've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\n  I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\n  I'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\n  On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\n  Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\n  Normally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\n  I get off where they get off at\n  Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\n  Roadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\n  What the f**k just happened? I just left this place...\n  I get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\n  Lookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\n  I move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\n  and I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n\n  I ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\n  Stop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n\n  And it was then it finally hit me\n  I'm standing here nervous as I can be\n  It was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\n  I'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\n  But the closer I got the more I realize fate\n  Wasn't fair to change for me\n  And why would I think so\n  My homie had a date with death\n  He had to make though\n  I'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\n  By the time I get to the scene\n  they rollin this away\n  I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\n  To the point i had to take me a seat\n  This shits deep\n  When they put a nigga down that you was raised around\n  What was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\n  Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\n  Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\n  They say its life and death in the slum\n  He had his reasons I shoulda believed him\n  Anotha soul no longer breathin'\n  Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\n  My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n\n  And everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\n  By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\n  Who coulda predicted\n  But the detectives who was fishin'\n  Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\n  All i remember was us doin what we did\n  To survive in these streets where we lived\n  We was kids growin up in this environment\n  Nothing but trouble\n  You either struggled or you hustled\n  Folded the bubble\n  Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\n  We was either finna be rich or die like a man\n  We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\n  Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\n  I wonder what was goin on\n  You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\n  I coulda talked you outta that\n  But never will i see you again\n  Nor will your kids\n  Nor will your family or your friends\n  Its the end\n  Not even words I write in this song\n  Can right that wrong\n  My nigga is gone and life goes on\n"},{"id":10138245,"name":"Suicide Note","trackName":"Suicide Note","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"Made","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\nI'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\nand just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\nso I ain't really pay it no attention,\ntook you back to your crib and dropped you off\nwith the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\nI've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\nI had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\nI'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\nOn my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\nSomethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\nNormally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\nI get off where they get off at\nWell-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\nRoadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\nWhat the f**k just happened? I just left this place...\nI get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\nLookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\nI move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\nand I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n\nI ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\nStop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n\nAnd it was then it finally hit me\nI'm standing here nervous as I can be\nIt was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\nI'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\nBut the closer I got the more I realize fate\nWasn't fair to change for me\nAnd why would I think so\nMy homie had a date with death\nHe had to make though\nI'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\nBy the time I get to the scene\nthey rollin this away\nI wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\nTo the point i had to take me a seat\nThis shits deep\nWhen they put a nigga down that you was raised around\nWhat was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\nNever woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\nHad it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\nThey say its life and death in the slum\nHe had his reasons I shoulda believed him\nAnotha soul no longer breathin'\nHate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\nMy nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n\nAnd everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\nBy the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\nWho coulda predicted\nBut the detectives who was fishin'\nFucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\nAll i remember was us doin what we did\nTo survive in these streets where we lived\nWe was kids growin up in this environment\nNothing but trouble\nYou either struggled or you hustled\nFolded the bubble\nGrade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\nWe was either finna be rich or die like a man\nWe did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\nImagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\nI wonder what was goin on\nYou shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\nI coulda talked you outta that\nBut never will i see you again\nNor will your kids\nNor will your family or your friends\nIts the end\nNot even words I write in this song\nCan right that wrong\nMy nigga is gone and life goes on","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\n[00:01.83] I'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\n[00:05.63] and just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\n[00:06.58] so I ain't really pay it no attention,\n[00:09.25] took you back to your crib and dropped you off\n[00:11.25] with the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\n[00:14.07] I've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\n[00:16.12] I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\n[00:19.01] I'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\n[00:21.71] On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\n[00:24.44] Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\n[00:27.26] Normally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\n[00:30.92] I get off where they get off at\n[00:33.72] Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\n[00:36.43] Roadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\n[00:40.11] What the f**k just happened? I just left this place...\n[00:42.97] I get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\n[00:45.62] Lookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\n[00:49.33] I move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\n[00:52.03] and I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n[00:55.68] I ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\n[01:06.65] Stop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n[01:13.09] And it was then it finally hit me\n[01:14.94] I'm standing here nervous as I can be\n[01:16.79] It was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\n[01:19.48] I'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\n[01:22.28] But the closer I got the more I realize fate\n[01:26.08] Wasn't fair to change for me\n[01:27.80] And why would I think so\n[01:28.73] My homie had a date with death\n[01:30.67] He had to make though\n[01:31.66] I'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\n[01:34.46] By the time I get to the scene\n[01:36.41] they rollin this away\n[01:39.14] I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\n[01:41.02] To the point i had to take me a seat\n[01:42.87] This shits deep\n[01:44.61] When they put a nigga down that you was raised around\n[01:47.45] What was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\n[01:50.18] Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\n[01:52.83] Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\n[01:55.79] They say its life and death in the slum\n[01:57.75] He had his reasons I shoulda believed him\n[02:00.76] Anotha soul no longer breathin'\n[02:02.61] Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\n[02:05.38] My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n[02:09.07] And everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\n[02:30.09] By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\n[02:32.71] Who coulda predicted\n[02:34.50] But the detectives who was fishin'\n[02:35.52] Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\n[02:39.29] All i remember was us doin what we did\n[02:42.06] To survive in these streets where we lived\n[02:43.82] We was kids growin up in this environment\n[02:46.53] Nothing but trouble\n[02:47.45] You either struggled or you hustled\n[02:49.40] Folded the bubble\n[02:51.41] Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\n[02:54.14] We was either finna be rich or die like a man\n[02:56.00] We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\n[02:59.64] Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\n[03:03.42] I wonder what was goin on\n[03:05.27] You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\n[03:08.01] I coulda talked you outta that\n[03:09.83] But never will i see you again\n[03:11.62] Nor will your kids\n[03:13.53] Nor will your family or your friends\n[03:15.31] Its the end\n[03:17.14] Not even words I write in this song\n[03:18.18] Can right that wrong\n[03:19.20] My nigga is gone and life goes on\n[03:24.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide Note\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: Made\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\n  start_ms: 950\n  end_ms: 1830\n- text: I'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 5630\n- text: and just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\n  start_ms: 5630\n  end_ms: 6580\n- text: so I ain't really pay it no attention,\n  start_ms: 6580\n  end_ms: 9250\n- text: took you back to your crib and dropped you off\n  start_ms: 9250\n  end_ms: 11250\n- text: with the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\n  start_ms: 11250\n  end_ms: 14070\n- text: I've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\n  start_ms: 14070\n  end_ms: 16120\n- text: I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\n  start_ms: 16120\n  end_ms: 19010\n- text: I'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\n  start_ms: 19010\n  end_ms: 21710\n- text: On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\n  start_ms: 21710\n  end_ms: 24440\n- text: Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\n  start_ms: 24440\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: Normally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 30920\n- text: I get off where they get off at\n  start_ms: 30920\n  end_ms: 33720\n- text: Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\n  start_ms: 33720\n  end_ms: 36430\n- text: Roadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\n  start_ms: 36430\n  end_ms: 40110\n- text: What the f**k just happened? 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I just left this place...\n  I get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\n  Lookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\n  I move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\n  and I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n\n  I ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\n  Stop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n\n  And it was then it finally hit me\n  I'm standing here nervous as I can be\n  It was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\n  I'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\n  But the closer I got the more I realize fate\n  Wasn't fair to change for me\n  And why would I think so\n  My homie had a date with death\n  He had to make though\n  I'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\n  By the time I get to the scene\n  they rollin this away\n  I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\n  To the point i had to take me a seat\n  This shits deep\n  When they put a nigga down that you was raised around\n  What was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\n  Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\n  Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\n  They say its life and death in the slum\n  He had his reasons I shoulda believed him\n  Anotha soul no longer breathin'\n  Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\n  My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n\n  And everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\n  By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\n  Who coulda predicted\n  But the detectives who was fishin'\n  Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\n  All i remember was us doin what we did\n  To survive in these streets where we lived\n  We was kids growin up in this environment\n  Nothing but trouble\n  You either struggled or you hustled\n  Folded the bubble\n  Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\n  We was either finna be rich or die like a man\n  We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\n  Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\n  I wonder what was goin on\n  You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\n  I coulda talked you outta that\n  But never will i see you again\n  Nor will your kids\n  Nor will your family or your friends\n  Its the end\n  Not even words I write in this song\n  Can right that wrong\n  My nigga is gone and life goes on\n"},{"id":31308348,"name":"The Suicide Note","trackName":"The Suicide Note","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"Purple Codeine 15 Bootleg","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\nI'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\nand just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\nso I ain't really pay it no attention,\ntook you back to your crib and dropped you off\nwith the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\nI've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\nI had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\nI'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\nOn my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\nSomethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\nNormally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\nI get off where they get off at\nWell-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\nRoadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\nWhat the f**k just happened? I just left this place...\nI get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\nLookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\nI move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\nand I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n\nI ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\nStop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n\nAnd it was then it finally hit me\nI'm standing here nervous as I can be\nIt was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\nI'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\nBut the closer I got the more I realize fate\nWasn't fair to change for me\nAnd why would I think so\nMy homie had a date with death\nHe had to make though\nI'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\nBy the time I get to the scene\nthey rollin this away\nI wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\nTo the point i had to take me a seat\nThis shits deep\nWhen they put a nigga down that you was raised around\nWhat was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\nNever woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\nHad it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\nThey say its life and death in the slum\nHe had his reasons I shoulda believed him\nAnotha soul no longer breathin'\nHate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\nMy nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n\nAnd everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\nBy the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\nWho coulda predicted\nBut the detectives who was fishin'\nFucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\nAll i remember was us doin what we did\nTo survive in these streets where we lived\nWe was kids growin up in this environment\nNothing but trouble\nYou either struggled or you hustled\nFolded the bubble\nGrade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\nWe was either finna be rich or die like a man\nWe did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\nImagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\nI wonder what was goin on\nYou shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\nI coulda talked you outta that\nBut never will i see you again\nNor will your kids\nNor will your family or your friends\nIts the end\nNot even words I write in this song\nCan right that wrong\nMy nigga is gone and life goes on","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\n[00:01.83] I'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\n[00:05.63] and just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\n[00:06.58] so I ain't really pay it no attention,\n[00:09.25] took you back to your crib and dropped you off\n[00:11.25] with the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\n[00:14.07] I've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\n[00:16.12] I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\n[00:19.01] I'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\n[00:21.71] On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\n[00:24.44] Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\n[00:27.26] Normally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\n[00:30.92] I get off where they get off at\n[00:33.72] Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\n[00:36.43] Roadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\n[00:40.11] What the f**k just happened? I just left this place...\n[00:42.97] I get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\n[00:45.62] Lookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\n[00:49.33] I move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\n[00:52.03] and I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n[00:55.68] I ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\n[01:06.65] Stop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n[01:13.09] And it was then it finally hit me\n[01:14.94] I'm standing here nervous as I can be\n[01:16.79] It was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\n[01:19.48] I'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\n[01:22.28] But the closer I got the more I realize fate\n[01:26.08] Wasn't fair to change for me\n[01:27.80] And why would I think so\n[01:28.73] My homie had a date with death\n[01:30.67] He had to make though\n[01:31.66] I'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\n[01:34.46] By the time I get to the scene\n[01:36.41] they rollin this away\n[01:39.14] I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\n[01:41.02] To the point i had to take me a seat\n[01:42.87] This shits deep\n[01:44.61] When they put a nigga down that you was raised around\n[01:47.45] What was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\n[01:50.18] Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\n[01:52.83] Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\n[01:55.79] They say its life and death in the slum\n[01:57.75] He had his reasons I shoulda believed him\n[02:00.76] Anotha soul no longer breathin'\n[02:02.61] Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\n[02:05.38] My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n[02:09.07] And everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\n[02:30.09] By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\n[02:32.71] Who coulda predicted\n[02:34.50] But the detectives who was fishin'\n[02:35.52] Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\n[02:39.29] All i remember was us doin what we did\n[02:42.06] To survive in these streets where we lived\n[02:43.82] We was kids growin up in this environment\n[02:46.53] Nothing but trouble\n[02:47.45] You either struggled or you hustled\n[02:49.40] Folded the bubble\n[02:51.41] Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\n[02:54.14] We was either finna be rich or die like a man\n[02:56.00] We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\n[02:59.64] Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\n[03:03.42] I wonder what was goin on\n[03:05.27] You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\n[03:08.01] I coulda talked you outta that\n[03:09.83] But never will i see you again\n[03:11.62] Nor will your kids\n[03:13.53] Nor will your family or your friends\n[03:15.31] Its the end\n[03:17.14] Not even words I write in this song\n[03:18.18] Can right that wrong\n[03:19.20] My nigga is gone and life goes on\n[03:24.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Suicide Note\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: Purple Codeine 15 Bootleg\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\n  start_ms: 950\n  end_ms: 1830\n- text: I'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 5630\n- text: and just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\n  start_ms: 5630\n  end_ms: 6580\n- text: so I ain't really pay it no attention,\n  start_ms: 6580\n  end_ms: 9250\n- text: took you back to your crib and dropped you off\n  start_ms: 9250\n  end_ms: 11250\n- text: with the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\n  start_ms: 11250\n  end_ms: 14070\n- text: I've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\n  start_ms: 14070\n  end_ms: 16120\n- text: I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\n  start_ms: 16120\n  end_ms: 19010\n- text: I'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\n  start_ms: 19010\n  end_ms: 21710\n- text: On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\n  start_ms: 21710\n  end_ms: 24440\n- text: Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\n  start_ms: 24440\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: Normally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 30920\n- text: I get off where they get off at\n  start_ms: 30920\n  end_ms: 33720\n- text: Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\n  start_ms: 33720\n  end_ms: 36430\n- text: Roadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\n  start_ms: 36430\n  end_ms: 40110\n- text: What the f**k just happened? 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I just left this place...\n  I get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\n  Lookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\n  I move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\n  and I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n\n  I ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\n  Stop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n\n  And it was then it finally hit me\n  I'm standing here nervous as I can be\n  It was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\n  I'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\n  But the closer I got the more I realize fate\n  Wasn't fair to change for me\n  And why would I think so\n  My homie had a date with death\n  He had to make though\n  I'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\n  By the time I get to the scene\n  they rollin this away\n  I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\n  To the point i had to take me a seat\n  This shits deep\n  When they put a nigga down that you was raised around\n  What was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\n  Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\n  Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\n  They say its life and death in the slum\n  He had his reasons I shoulda believed him\n  Anotha soul no longer breathin'\n  Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\n  My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n\n  And everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\n  By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\n  Who coulda predicted\n  But the detectives who was fishin'\n  Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\n  All i remember was us doin what we did\n  To survive in these streets where we lived\n  We was kids growin up in this environment\n  Nothing but trouble\n  You either struggled or you hustled\n  Folded the bubble\n  Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\n  We was either finna be rich or die like a man\n  We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\n  Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\n  I wonder what was goin on\n  You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\n  I coulda talked you outta that\n  But never will i see you again\n  Nor will your kids\n  Nor will your family or your friends\n  Its the end\n  Not even words I write in this song\n  Can right that wrong\n  My nigga is gone and life goes on\n"},{"id":31482664,"name":"The Suicide Note","trackName":"The Suicide Note","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"Made (Screwed And Chopped)","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\nI'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\nand just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\nso I ain't really pay it no attention,\ntook you back to your crib and dropped you off\nwith the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\nI've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\nI had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\nI'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\nOn my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\nSomethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\nNormally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\nI get off where they get off at\nWell-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\nRoadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\nWhat the f**k just happened? I just left this place...\nI get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\nLookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\nI move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\nand I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n\nI ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\nStop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n\nAnd it was then it finally hit me\nI'm standing here nervous as I can be\nIt was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\nI'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\nBut the closer I got the more I realize fate\nWasn't fair to change for me\nAnd why would I think so\nMy homie had a date with death\nHe had to make though\nI'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\nBy the time I get to the scene\nthey rollin this away\nI wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\nTo the point i had to take me a seat\nThis shits deep\nWhen they put a nigga down that you was raised around\nWhat was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\nNever woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\nHad it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\nThey say its life and death in the slum\nHe had his reasons I shoulda believed him\nAnotha soul no longer breathin'\nHate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\nMy nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n\nAnd everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\nBy the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\nWho coulda predicted\nBut the detectives who was fishin'\nFucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\nAll i remember was us doin what we did\nTo survive in these streets where we lived\nWe was kids growin up in this environment\nNothing but trouble\nYou either struggled or you hustled\nFolded the bubble\nGrade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\nWe was either finna be rich or die like a man\nWe did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\nImagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\nI wonder what was goin on\nYou shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\nI coulda talked you outta that\nBut never will i see you again\nNor will your kids\nNor will your family or your friends\nIts the end\nNot even words I write in this song\nCan right that wrong\nMy nigga is gone and life goes on","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\n[00:01.83] I'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\n[00:05.63] and just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\n[00:06.58] so I ain't really pay it no attention,\n[00:09.25] took you back to your crib and dropped you off\n[00:11.25] with the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\n[00:14.07] I've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\n[00:16.12] I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\n[00:19.01] I'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\n[00:21.71] On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\n[00:24.44] Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\n[00:27.26] Normally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\n[00:30.92] I get off where they get off at\n[00:33.72] Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\n[00:36.43] Roadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\n[00:40.11] What the f**k just happened? I just left this place...\n[00:42.97] I get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\n[00:45.62] Lookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\n[00:49.33] I move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\n[00:52.03] and I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n[00:55.68] I ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\n[01:06.65] Stop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n[01:13.09] And it was then it finally hit me\n[01:14.94] I'm standing here nervous as I can be\n[01:16.79] It was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\n[01:19.48] I'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\n[01:22.28] But the closer I got the more I realize fate\n[01:26.08] Wasn't fair to change for me\n[01:27.80] And why would I think so\n[01:28.73] My homie had a date with death\n[01:30.67] He had to make though\n[01:31.66] I'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\n[01:34.46] By the time I get to the scene\n[01:36.41] they rollin this away\n[01:39.14] I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\n[01:41.02] To the point i had to take me a seat\n[01:42.87] This shits deep\n[01:44.61] When they put a nigga down that you was raised around\n[01:47.45] What was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\n[01:50.18] Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\n[01:52.83] Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\n[01:55.79] They say its life and death in the slum\n[01:57.75] He had his reasons I shoulda believed him\n[02:00.76] Anotha soul no longer breathin'\n[02:02.61] Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\n[02:05.38] My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n[02:09.07] And everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\n[02:30.09] By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\n[02:32.71] Who coulda predicted\n[02:34.50] But the detectives who was fishin'\n[02:35.52] Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\n[02:39.29] All i remember was us doin what we did\n[02:42.06] To survive in these streets where we lived\n[02:43.82] We was kids growin up in this environment\n[02:46.53] Nothing but trouble\n[02:47.45] You either struggled or you hustled\n[02:49.40] Folded the bubble\n[02:51.41] Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\n[02:54.14] We was either finna be rich or die like a man\n[02:56.00] We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\n[02:59.64] Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\n[03:03.42] I wonder what was goin on\n[03:05.27] You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\n[03:08.01] I coulda talked you outta that\n[03:09.83] But never will i see you again\n[03:11.62] Nor will your kids\n[03:13.53] Nor will your family or your friends\n[03:15.31] Its the end\n[03:17.14] Not even words I write in this song\n[03:18.18] Can right that wrong\n[03:19.20] My nigga is gone and life goes on\n[03:24.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Suicide Note\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: Made (Screwed And Chopped)\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\n  start_ms: 950\n  end_ms: 1830\n- text: I'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 5630\n- text: and just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\n  start_ms: 5630\n  end_ms: 6580\n- text: so I ain't really pay it no attention,\n  start_ms: 6580\n  end_ms: 9250\n- text: took you back to your crib and dropped you off\n  start_ms: 9250\n  end_ms: 11250\n- text: with the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\n  start_ms: 11250\n  end_ms: 14070\n- text: I've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\n  start_ms: 14070\n  end_ms: 16120\n- text: I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\n  start_ms: 16120\n  end_ms: 19010\n- text: I'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\n  start_ms: 19010\n  end_ms: 21710\n- text: On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\n  start_ms: 21710\n  end_ms: 24440\n- text: Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\n  start_ms: 24440\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: Normally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 30920\n- text: I get off where they get off at\n  start_ms: 30920\n  end_ms: 33720\n- text: Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\n  start_ms: 33720\n  end_ms: 36430\n- text: Roadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\n  start_ms: 36430\n  end_ms: 40110\n- text: What the f**k just happened? 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I just left this place...\n  I get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\n  Lookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\n  I move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\n  and I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n\n  I ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\n  Stop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n\n  And it was then it finally hit me\n  I'm standing here nervous as I can be\n  It was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\n  I'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\n  But the closer I got the more I realize fate\n  Wasn't fair to change for me\n  And why would I think so\n  My homie had a date with death\n  He had to make though\n  I'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\n  By the time I get to the scene\n  they rollin this away\n  I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\n  To the point i had to take me a seat\n  This shits deep\n  When they put a nigga down that you was raised around\n  What was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\n  Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\n  Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\n  They say its life and death in the slum\n  He had his reasons I shoulda believed him\n  Anotha soul no longer breathin'\n  Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\n  My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n\n  And everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\n  By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\n  Who coulda predicted\n  But the detectives who was fishin'\n  Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\n  All i remember was us doin what we did\n  To survive in these streets where we lived\n  We was kids growin up in this environment\n  Nothing but trouble\n  You either struggled or you hustled\n  Folded the bubble\n  Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\n  We was either finna be rich or die like a man\n  We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\n  Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\n  I wonder what was goin on\n  You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\n  I coulda talked you outta that\n  But never will i see you again\n  Nor will your kids\n  Nor will your family or your friends\n  Its the end\n  Not even words I write in this song\n  Can right that wrong\n  My nigga is gone and life goes on\n"},{"id":18876446,"name":"The Suicide Note","trackName":"The Suicide Note","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"Made","duration":248.293878,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\nI'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\nand just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\nso I ain't really pay it no attention,\ntook you back to your crib and dropped you off\nwith the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\nI've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\nI had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\nI'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\nOn my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\nSomethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\nNormally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\nI get off where they get off at\nWell-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\nRoadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\nWhat the f**k just happened? I just left this place...\nI get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\nLookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\nI move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\nand I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n\nI ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\nStop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n\nAnd it was then it finally hit me\nI'm standing here nervous as I can be\nIt was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\nI'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\nBut the closer I got the more I realize fate\nWasn't fair to change for me\nAnd why would I think so\nMy homie had a date with death\nHe had to make though\nI'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\nBy the time I get to the scene\nthey rollin this away\nI wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\nTo the point i had to take me a seat\nThis shits deep\nWhen they put a nigga down that you was raised around\nWhat was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\nNever woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\nHad it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\nThey say its life and death in the slum\nHe had his reasons I shoulda believed him\nAnotha soul no longer breathin'\nHate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\nMy nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n\nAnd everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\nBy the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\nWho coulda predicted\nBut the detectives who was fishin'\nFucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\nAll i remember was us doin what we did\nTo survive in these streets where we lived\nWe was kids growin up in this environment\nNothing but trouble\nYou either struggled or you hustled\nFolded the bubble\nGrade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\nWe was either finna be rich or die like a man\nWe did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\nImagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\nI wonder what was goin on\nYou shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\nI coulda talked you outta that\nBut never will i see you again\nNor will your kids\nNor will your family or your friends\nIts the end\nNot even words I write in this song\nCan right that wrong\nMy nigga is gone and life goes on","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\n[00:01.83] I'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\n[00:05.63] and just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\n[00:06.58] so I ain't really pay it no attention,\n[00:09.25] took you back to your crib and dropped you off\n[00:11.25] with the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\n[00:14.07] I've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\n[00:16.12] I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\n[00:19.01] I'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\n[00:21.71] On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\n[00:24.44] Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\n[00:27.26] Normally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\n[00:30.92] I get off where they get off at\n[00:33.72] Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\n[00:36.43] Roadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\n[00:40.11] What the f**k just happened? I just left this place...\n[00:42.97] I get out and started walkin askin Frog, \"What's up?\"\n[00:45.62] Lookin at me dazed like, \"Face, it's all f**ked up...\"\n[00:49.33] I move a little closer tryin' to see who it is\n[00:52.03] and I saw his baby mama in tears holdin' his kids...\n[00:55.68] I ain't whole in the inside I'm hurting I cant explain whats going on in me\n[01:06.65] Stop it now with all the lies I'm knowing this ain't how my life's supposed to be\n[01:13.09] And it was then it finally hit me\n[01:14.94] I'm standing here nervous as I can be\n[01:16.79] It was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see\n[01:19.48] I'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake\n[01:22.28] But the closer I got the more I realize fate\n[01:26.08] Wasn't fair to change for me\n[01:27.80] And why would I think so\n[01:28.73] My homie had a date with death\n[01:30.67] He had to make though\n[01:31.66] I'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape\n[01:34.46] By the time I get to the scene\n[01:36.41] they rollin this away\n[01:39.14] I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak\n[01:41.02] To the point i had to take me a seat\n[01:42.87] This shits deep\n[01:44.61] When they put a nigga down that you was raised around\n[01:47.45] What was once a minor statement's turnin' major now\n[01:50.18] Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal\n[01:52.83] Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible\n[01:55.79] They say its life and death in the slum\n[01:57.75] He had his reasons I shoulda believed him\n[02:00.76] Anotha soul no longer breathin'\n[02:02.61] Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience\n[02:05.38] My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense\n[02:09.07] And everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted\n[02:30.09] By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen\n[02:32.71] Who coulda predicted\n[02:34.50] But the detectives who was fishin'\n[02:35.52] Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position\n[02:39.29] All i remember was us doin what we did\n[02:42.06] To survive in these streets where we lived\n[02:43.82] We was kids growin up in this environment\n[02:46.53] Nothing but trouble\n[02:47.45] You either struggled or you hustled\n[02:49.40] Folded the bubble\n[02:51.41] Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan\n[02:54.14] We was either finna be rich or die like a man\n[02:56.00] We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey\n[02:59.64] Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney\n[03:03.42] I wonder what was goin on\n[03:05.27] You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad\n[03:08.01] I coulda talked you outta that\n[03:09.83] But never will i see you again\n[03:11.62] Nor will your kids\n[03:13.53] Nor will your family or your friends\n[03:15.31] Its the end\n[03:17.14] Not even words I write in this song\n[03:18.18] Can right that wrong\n[03:19.20] My nigga is gone and life goes on\n[03:24.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Suicide Note\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: Made\n  duration_ms: 248294\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,\n  start_ms: 950\n  end_ms: 1830\n- text: I'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 5630\n- text: and just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,\n  start_ms: 5630\n  end_ms: 6580\n- text: so I ain't really pay it no attention,\n  start_ms: 6580\n  end_ms: 9250\n- text: took you back to your crib and dropped you off\n  start_ms: 9250\n  end_ms: 11250\n- text: with the intention of gettin with this Asian chick\n  start_ms: 11250\n  end_ms: 14070\n- text: I've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,\n  start_ms: 14070\n  end_ms: 16120\n- text: I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,\n  start_ms: 16120\n  end_ms: 19010\n- text: I'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop\n  start_ms: 19010\n  end_ms: 21710\n- text: On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,\n  start_ms: 21710\n  end_ms: 24440\n- text: Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,\n  start_ms: 24440\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: Normally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 30920\n- text: I get off where they get off at\n  start_ms: 30920\n  end_ms: 33720\n- text: Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at\n  start_ms: 33720\n  end_ms: 36430\n- text: Roadblocks, yellow tape, \"a crime scene\" they say,\n  start_ms: 36430\n  end_ms: 40110\n- text: What the f**k just happened? 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